Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

For much of his life sex had been only a momentary diversion for Valdagerion, a disposable pleasure that had no effect on his life beyond a momentary gratification. But with Mary from the beginning, it was more then just a mere sating of a need, it was an addiction, an imperative. He had lost himself in the young woman’s body so totally that only his all consuming desire for the female existed, aggressive and demanding, the primordial sensations becoming so intense that bordered on torture, and then he had died deep within her, only to be reborn again.

All the anger, frustration, and fear suddenly released. He lay in a stunned kind of bliss, but after a few moments his eyes refocused. Sweat was slick between their bodies, her breasts were soft pressed tightly against him, and her fingers were running through his hair. His face was buried against her neck, breathing in their mixed scents.

Mmmh, she smelt good.

He nuzzled her skin, kissing the sensitive area behind her ear. Mary hummed in pleasure at his nibbles. Valdagerion felt himself stirring. His length was still deep inside Mary. Her gentle shifting, and the flutter of her walls griping him made his desire swell once more. Mindlessly he rolled his hips, burying himself deep again.

Mary gave a small hiss of discomfort, and he felt her abdominal muscles tense. The elf turned his face to watch her, as he pushed in again. Mary bit her lip wincing slightly. This stopped immediately, pulling himself free of her, even though his length protested at the loss. She gasped, before going quite still. Propping himself up on his elbow he stared down at the young woman, reaching out to stroke her smooth cheek, tracing her bruised lips, looking up at him with an unfathomable expression in her sapphire blue eyes.

“Why did you stop?”

“I have been very rough.” Valdageron lamented.

“It’s alright, I wanted it like that too.” Mary answered truthfully.

“It’s not alright. I took my pleasure above yours. Like a beast. ” Valdagerion was suddenly angry at himself, he turned from her his self loathing complete, sitting up.

A small hand touched his shoulder stroking the bunch of muscles there, before sliding down his chest as Mary pressed her naked body against his back. Her thigh was pressed against his, the hair of her nether regions tickling his side as she embraced him from behind, her hand coming to lace through his. He felt Mary sigh, her nipples seemed to stroke his skin as she did. Mary deftly lifting his hair off the back of his neck, so rarely revealed and pressed a kiss there. Her breath stirred the sensitive hairs there. “Then make it up to me.”

Mary caught hold of his jaw, obedient to her pressure he turned his face. His eyes ran over her features, a small straight nose, a pretty chin with an even prettier lush mouth above it, wide high cheekbones, slightly thick brows that spoke of determination, beneath which were her wide sparkling eyes in which he was reflected. The elf wondered what she was seeing. “It’s strange.” He said.

“What is?”

“I have lived for hundreds of years, and yet sometimes when I am with you I feel like….” He lost the words.

Mary smiled in that odd secret away of hers. “Like a boy.”

Valdagerion laughed and glanced pointedly down at his lap. He grinned wryly. “Not exactly.” Leaning his head against Mary’s the elf continued after a moment. “But yes, like I know little. These emotions are quite new to me, I don’t know how to act. Or even if I can control them.”

“I know.” A kiss fell on his shoulder. He relaxed involuntary, his muscles going molten. “It’s the same for me.” A kiss to his neck. “You know you don’t have to control those feelings – just accept them.” A kiss that lingered just under his ear. “It’s ok, we can learn together.” Her kiss fell on the corner of his lips, and he turned in to it opening his mouth as she kissed him, falling back to the bed.

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Mary waited as Val hovered above her; catching hold of her head he kissed her thoroughly burying his hands in the thick rich satin of her hair. Val said nothing, his strange pale cat like eyes intent upon Mary's face. He looked sombre, as if he were taking this new seduction with dead seriousness – not that she needed to be seduced. His long fingers lightly caressed the base of Mary's throat, over the pulse there. It made Mary gasp, every muscle tightening at the delicate touch. Nimble fingers trailed over her collarbones, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She trembled as his lips followed.

His hands stroked down her sides, looking down she looked so small in his hold. When he began to lave her nipples with deliberate slow strokes of his tongue she threw her head back in to the pillows, thrashing it from side to side. When he bit down slightly she arched in to him, hugging the elf. Her arms full of his silken hair.

Dexterous fingers traced down her stomach and towards her most intimate area. Mary bit her lip in anticipation, but when the fingers stayed circling around the soft inner skin of her thigh she looked up. Val grinned at her obvious impatience.

Her eyes went as wide as saucers, when he looked up at her with a wicked looking smirk, easing her legs open to accommodate him. “Oh gods; I love when you do this!”

Slowly, he nibbled down her leg, before lowering his head to lick at her petals. She jerked up, stifling a cry by biting her lip. Her nether regions were sore from their near violent reunion, but with each carful lick she felt soothed and irritated at the same time. It made her twist and shake beneath him. The elf chuckled, and slid his hands forward, pinning down her hips. He continued to worshiping attention on those most sensitive of nerves, his eyes not leaving hers, strange eyes, like molten silver, or flashes of lightning in a stormy sky as he kissed that most sensitive part of her over, and over, and over, like rain falling. His ridiculously long locks were fanned out across her stomach and legs, in silken strands, tickling her. Mary gasped for breath, never has she felt like this, it was too much, almost painful in its intensity. Her whole body sang with it. When it came, it crashed over her like a wave. Blinding and deafening her to all but pleasure. Like electricity it coursed through her, from her head to her toes, radiating out from her vey centre.

Wiping his mouth that glistened with her nectar, he informed her. “You taste heavenly.”

Now she was embarrassed.

Here he was, looking like a Greek god, and he wanted her of all people. And despite the extraordinary orgasm that he had given her, he really was just too far away kneeling up and staring hungrily down at her. She needed him in her, she needed him skin to skin, she needed him that close.


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“Val.” Mary breathed.

His large hands smoothed up her leg. “What?”

“Val, take off your pants I want to feel all of you against me.”

He laughed, and knelt up, pulling off his trousers. “Wretched human garments. How do your males put up with these, they are very tight and uncomfortable?”

“You’re just big.”

“Yes I am.” He smiled, laying down besides Mary, curling up against her small warm form. “But all these fastenings what a nuisance!” Valdagerion mentioned shifting uncomfortably before pulling Mary’s discarded bra from underneath him.

“You managed well enough.” Mary replied, taking the lacy garment from him and tossing it to the floor.

“Of course, I am Elfkind.” He said simply. “But your garments are very fiddly. How do you human’s stand it?”

“We are not all nymphomaniacs like you Val! Easy access is not exactly the first criteria!”

“I would not want human males to have easy access to you.” The rhi’arran said after a moment of consideration.

“Why of all the smug macho things to say!”

He blinked innocently at Mary. “Macho? What is that word?”

“It mean’s that you are a chauvinistic pig!”

“Chauvinistic pig? I remain unenlightened.” Valdagerion replied without a quiver.

“I will unenlighten you.” Mary grumbled to herself. “Cocky elf ! It means that you can’t come here and go all alfa male on me. So none of that no guys can touch you bullshit ok. I’m not even that kind of girl. I don’t go around letting guys paw me – I can handle myself thank you very much!”

The Rhi’Arran remembered the black eye that his little human had given to that red haired fool Issilian, perhaps she had a point. “Yes I remember.” He said. “So that man who was watching you all evening, you have – how did you put it? – handled him?”

“What man watching me?”

“The human with dark hair, who - pawed – you outside here.”

“Louis?” Mary exclaimed. “So you know about him?” She was quiet for a moment, worrying the elf looking at her perturbed frown. What worried him more was that he could not read her at all. “He’s nothing, just a friend. He tried to kiss me. But I stopped him. I didn’t want it.”

“Good. I don’t want you kissing other men; especially not this Louis, unless he has a desire to find a swift death.”

Mary jerked up a little. “Val, your not being serious are you?!”

The elf’s face was deadpan. “I am always serous about you Mary.”

“You better not be? You can’t say that kind of stuff! I’m my own woman I make my own decisions.” She said, pointing a finger at him. He wondered what she would do if he took it in his mouth and sucked on it. “Val are you being serous?” Heavens, she looked good when she was angry and flushed. Ravashable. “Don’t look at me like that, Im trying to have a conversation!” Her breasts were jiggling inticingly with each panting breath. “Val stop being a jerk!”

He did not venture an answer. He was serious, deadly serious. But she would not be happy with that answer. And truth being told Mary would blame herself for some low life perverts death if he killed them, on purpose at least – so he knew that he would have to refrain.

“Oh, your frinkn impossible!”

Valdagerion burst out laughing, and received a slap to the chest before she turned her back on him in annoyance. “Oh do not be angry Mary. You human’s have such - colourful – phrases, and it is a joy to hear you speak them.” Slowly he stroked down her arms, catching hold of her hand lacing his fingers through hers. It was small and delicate. “Don’t be angry.”

Val could feel the small shivers that ghosted up and down her back as she turned fully towards him and wrapped her arms about his neck. The deep moan that caressed his lips as Mary’s tongue shyly met his in the erotic dance. Passion built between them, her hands upon his flesh, scratching up the ladder of his ribs. The small of the warrior’s back was particuly sensitive and Mary was causing havoc with her feather light stroking.

“Females are such a mystery. Your body - your mind such a mystery. I fear I will never understand you. ”

Mary smiled tenderly at him. “Perhaps all you can do is love me then.”

“That I intend to do, for as long as we both live.” He sealed the promise with a kiss.

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The elf’s touch stoked a fire in Mary's blood still smouldering from before and it frightened her. To need was to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable was to hurt. She had lost too much control over her life to want to give someone this final power. Why did he have to say such things to her – words of love. Not the “I love you babe’s.” That she was used to. The red rose on valentines day, box of chocolate, and Chinese take away kind of words – but words from another time if it ever existed, words like loyalty, honour, and love all consuming, eternal love like Odysseus and Penelope, Guinevere and Lancelot, or Orpheus and Eurydice. It occurred to Mary that none of those stories had ended well for the lovers.

Then Mary felt Val smile against her lips and it no longer mattered. Val’s true smile, not the smirk or half curl of his lips that usually passes for a smile from the stoic elf warrior, but the smile that reached his silver eyes and make them shine like stars.

With both hands he reverently cupped her breasts – timid like a virgin youth. He kissed her nipples, his lips soothing them in little tiny caresses. They were a little sore from his rough treatment, but the cool air he blew over them made her sigh in pleasure.

“So lovely.” Val sighed, nuzzling his cheek against her breast, before crawling back up her body.

Mary opened her legs invitingly for him.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

She nodded, pulling him down to her. “Gently this time.” Val closed his eyes, in a smile that was half bitter, half rueful. Before he could brood on it, she took hold of his desire making him gasp as she pumped it slowly. “Like this, see?”

He caressed her breast, down over her hip, and cupped her woman hood, softly as it were a small animal or a bird he had captured. “Like this?”

“Mmmh, yes exactly.”

They explored each other’s body’s with hands and mouths, slowly, softly. As If they were both so fragile that they might brake. How strange males where, so strong and how powerful, but not that vulnerable appendage, so much its own little being; the young woman took some time looking at Valdagerion’s pride stroking it as if to tame it. Mary opened herself to him, and Val took her hand, placing it over his heart. As he pushed centimetre by centimetre in to her body she felt as his steady metronome began to race like a galloping horse. Ever so slowly he rocked in to her. And yes it did hurt in places, but it also felt good. Like a good stretch the day after a long hard run.

This time she could savour the penetration. She watched as his muscles quivered with the strain of restraint, in the mirror opposite she could see how his rear flexed, how her hands griped at the globes of firm flesh. “What are you looking at?” Val asked, before looking over his shoulder. “Now who’s the pervert?”

“Who wouldn’t want to stare at this particular bum.” Mary smiled, and patted it.

Val only shook his head, his smile crooked.

They worked together, writhing against each other for the friction. Val’s voice was low, but it had the special resonance to it that went right through her like a wave. He spoke in elvish – so Mary did not understand all of it. Whispers of love and admiration, dirty words, sensual descriptions of her body, or how it felt to be within her, of all the things he had been planning in the weeks of her absence. Softly he whispered them in to the shell of her ear, each word punctuated by a slow role of his hips. To Mary it felt like being struck with lightning, over and over. But it was ok, she was safe in his strong arms, completely surrounded by the elf. Her climax was slow to build, and like the dark ocean it heaved and roiled along her limbs – he was with her. Her soft keens were echoed by his low male moan. She could feel everything, the fabric against her back and rear, his mouth at her neck, his hair across her chest was surprisingly cool, his body warm and hard, his skin smooth, kissing her neck, still deep within her, moving lazily his thick long length throbbing inside her stretched walls – all of it culminated in a trickle slow warm rush that made her toes curl and left her tingling all over for a long time. And from the way that Val’s muscles still have the odd tremble here and there, he was enjoying much the same experience.



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Mary let out a soft groan when she woke. Yes her arm was dead, but that she could ignore as Val was curled up around her still sleeping, and there was no where else in the universe that she would rather be. But biological imperatives raised their ugly heads, and Mary had to untangle herself from Val’s heavy limbs. “Big – hunk – of elf meat.” She groused pushing the elf’s muscled arm off her.

“Oh, it hurts!” Mary gasped, hobbling like John Wayne. “I would be a rubbish porn star!”

Val and she had four more repeat performances that night, in various positions. The only thing that had stopped them was the desperate need for sleep – which could have been ignored if all the sex hadn’t made Mary actually numb.

Grabbing a robe she scuttled to the bathroom, to an experience that could only be described as satisfying. On the walk back, her aches and pains seemed to be dissipating, so no lasting damage just stiffness.

On returning to her bed room Val was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, and content. Leaning against the door frame Mary studied the elf. Was he real? Even in her wildest dreams Mary could not have come up with such a gorgeous male, so she supposed that he must be. He was a still a strange mixture of the familiar and alien. Yes he was very tall, but his musculature was almost identical to a humans. Even if he was as ripped as a super hero. Down below, he was gifted but anatomically it was very similar to a circumcised human. Apart from his glorious platinum blond mane there was no hair on his body. His face was unbearably hansom – from the swift lines of his cheek bones, to his cruelly sensual mouth. But it was the little details that made him so exotic, those long pointed ears, skin that was almost pearlescent, hair so long he could wrap it about his shoulders and call it a scarf. Fang like eye teeth, and cat pupils made him appear dangerous, feral and quite frankly gave Mary a small thrill when ever she noticed them. She studded the intricate dark silver designs that seemed to caress his body in strategic places, accentuating his muscles physique, he even had the markings on his glorious rump.

She caressed it, unable to help herself.

Val peeped an eye open.

“Morning.”

He did not reply, but stretched languidly, from finger tips to toes, his muscles rippling sensuously, cracking his joints and arching his back like a lion. He hummed in male contentment.

“I’m going for a wash.”

“Why?” He yawned.

“I smell like B.O.” Mary replied. “I just want to freshen up. I will be back in a minuet, just stay here ok.” Mary said as she kissed his cheek. Val was still mostly asleep, and she wondered if he had listened at all. Mary didn’t really want the elf – who was unfamiliar with human technology, and of the firm belief kill first ask questions later, wondering about Jody’s house by himself. But she had to take this chance to wash now, clear her head, and give her body a brake from the amorous elf – and her own out of control libido. There were practicalities that needed to be taken account of, and behind the curtain Mary knew a new day was waiting. Taking one more look at Val and satisfied that he had gone back to sleep, she headed back to the bathroom.

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Valdagerion woke and after another glorious stretch, he orientated himself. Laying back amongst the pillows that to his contentment smelt like Mary, himself, and sex. He flicked his ears listening out for the girl.

Mary’s voice was muffled, from the next room. And there was the sound of running water – now that was peculiar. Curious he got up and unconcerned by his nakedness came down the hallway to the door were he could hear Mary singing something slightly off tune. Her dwelling was small so there was no trouble in locating her.

The door resisted his effort to open it, but with a little more pressure it gave way with a crack. From inside he heard Mary’s startled yelp. Sheepishly he popped his head around the door, holding the bent metal that had been a door fastener of some kind in his hand. “Jesus Val, learn to knock. You almost gave me a heart attack!”

The elf likewise had almost suffered a heart attack on entering the steam filled room. Mary was naked, stood glistening under a spray of water, like some indoor waterfall. He felt himself harden instantly, all blood rushing down and leaving him almost faint.

"Val, did you just brake the door?" Mary asked icredulously.

He was tempted to deny it and hide the handle behind his back, but insted looked up at the young woman sheepishly. "It was less robust than i thought."

"Bloomin hell how am I going to explian that to Jody." Mary sighed. He came closer, glad that she was not realy mad. Mary laughed at his expression. “You look petrified Val.”

“What is this?” he pointed to the cubicle that Mary stood in.

Mary was slow to answer, tired from lack of sleep. “Oh, this is a shower, its just hot water don’t worry. Do you want to wash as well?” Mary offered the elf her hand. Gingerly he took it and entered the hot spray of water. It hit his face, and made him splutter until he had the sense to turn around. When the water hit his back, he then found it quite pleasant.

“How does this thing work, I have never seen its like?”

“Really?” Mary was surprised by this. “I suppose we always had baths on your planet. Well its pretty simple, the water is heated, and then a pump forces it through these pipes, and it comes out here through the shower head in a spray.”

“It is like having your own private waterfall.” The elf said with wonder.

“I never thought of it like that.” Mary smiled. “But yeah, I suppose it is. Come on I will wash you.”

Valdagerion had always enjoyed bathing with Mary. Now she lathered up some kind of gauzy cloth with a fluid soap and rubbed over his shoulders with it. She scrubbed him with intimate knowledge, firmly over the muscles making him groan and close his eyes at the sensation. Working out every knot in his body with her massage, his back she spent a good deal of time on, his thighs, his rear, and down to his calves – her head accidently bumping up against his swollen desire causing his imagination to run riot as to what her mouth could be doing.

“I need to do your hair to.” Mary said standing back up, and steadying herself using his arm for balance. She looked up at the shower head, which was just at shoulder height for him. Her mouth twisted in that adorable way that it did when she was thinking, and then she stretched up and began fiddling with the shower head, pushing it up.

This had three consequences. First being the one that Mary had intended, the shower was now tall enough for the spray to fall on Valdagerion’s head. But second was that Mary had been arched up on her tip toes, displaying her back to its best advantage, and thrusting her breasts out like a sacrifice. This caused the third consequence – which was to have Valdagerion pin her up against the wall, before attacking her breast with his mouth, and then lifting her up, impaled himself within her.

Valdagerion kissed Mary hungrily, swallowing her whimpers and moans. Mary was surprisingly strong cradling his head, her legs wrapped about his hips as he thrust in to her, the water pouring off them. Mary still sensitive from the nights activities came before him, her thighs griping him hard as if she feared that he might drop her in this most vulnerable state. Seeing her head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open in rapture as the tell tale blush spread across her cheeks and down her throat he came ferociously, growling. Before his legs literally gave way and they ended up in a heap at the bottom of the shower laughing helplessly.

“I have always wanted to have sex in a shower.” Mary admitted. But before Valdagerion could ask if she wanted to try again the girl’s stomach then gave an empty sounding gurgle, creating another round of laughter. “I think we should eat.” Mary said clambering off the slippery elf.

He watched as she began to towel herself off, and chucked him another. He didn’t need it really, but rubbed at his skin, more interested in the way that Mary’s curves wobbled as she rubbed at herself with vigour.

Mary stopped suddenly, going quite still. “Val, did you hear that?”

He flicked his ear to listen. “What?”

“I heard a floor board creek. Someone’s in the flat sneaking about!”


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A/N:

Amanda88 : Glad to see a new reader, hope this chapter delivers to!

eternallostlove : Glad you did give my story a go. To be fair the title doesn’t really give you much of a clue as to what is going on. Louis isn’t really in to aliens, so he’s a bit out of his depth in this situation. But there’s trouble to come with MI7.

circe : Hope you enjoyed the hotness in this chapter to. I thought that I needed to make up some sexsences to make up for the abstinence they had to suffer.

lovelyl : Thank you for the review, hope this hits the spot as such. More to come!

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