Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Space invaders







“Rien’ Nearwen what are you doing?” Perran asked rubbing his eyes wearily having come to check on the din as the female rummaged around the ship. He watched his friend’s sister shine a small light around the dimly lit space containing the left flight stabiliser which Nearwen had been readjusting after their unorthodox landing had destabilised it. “Have you lost anything?”



“I thought that I saw …..”



“Saw what?”



“Someone.”



“Somone?” Perran repeated after her totally bewildered by this odd pronunciation.



“Or something….” Nearwen stopped her scanning to look up at the bemused healer. “It was some kind of figure. I saw it in the corner of my eye, something white. And then when I turned it looked like well a person only I could see through them. And then they just disappeared.”



“A see through figure?” Perran twiddled the end of his red braid in thought. “Like a ghost?”



“Like a hologram or ….something.” Nearwen finished lamely. “I know what you’re going to say?”



“No you don’t.”



“Yes, I do. You’re going to say that I imagined it.”



“As a matter of fact I was not.” He pointed out. “But I was going to say that we have both been working hard. Sometimes sleep depravation makes you see things that are not there.”



“That’s just another way of saying that I imagined it. I really did see….I’m sure that…. He was right there…” Nearwen tapped her foot impatiently then gave up the pretence of being annoyed. “Oh never mind! You’re probably right. I am tired. I had forgotten how much space travel disturbs one’s sleep.”



“Come on then, I have something to help with that.” Perran said.



“But there is still so much work to do.”



Perran stepped back in the doorway to let her pass. “Nothing that can’t wait. We fixed everything vital.”



“But the navigation….”



“You heard your brother, we might be here a while.” The healer ushered her down the corridor down to the living quarters. She might be as determined as Rhi’ Valdagerion, but Nearwen was far easier to coerce.



“I heard.” Nearwen replied, dejectedly. “This is so boring, just waiting.”



“Come on, we should both get some rest while we still can. From my time as his company’s doctor if I know your brother at all we will soon be up to our necks in trouble in no time. ”





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When Mary woke it was nearly eleven and she was alone in the bed. After a few minuets panicking over the havoc that the elf’s could have caused as she dressed, she found her fears quite misplaced; apparently everything was in order. Though it was still a worry as to were the elf’s had got to.



She came across Darrah first, playing console games with Jack in a room affectingly known as ‘The pit.’ Having Jack to share in the elf sitting was a weight off Mary’s mind, although she was less then pleased listening to Jack teaching Darrah some choice swearwords. Mary grumbled about this to her mother who sagely reminded her that boys don’t grow up; their toys just get more expensive.



“You slept late dear.” Her mother added. “Val said that you were tired.”



“Yeah, I guess I was.” Mary replied, going to the kitchen draw that she knew always had a bottle of paracetamol, taking two for the headache that was remerging.



“Did you see the cup of tea that he brought you this morning?”



“No, I didn’t.”



“He’s a very helpful young man.” Her mother added. Mary only smiled and nodded. If only you knew Mary thought, he’s more then ten times your age. “He helped me make breakfast for everyone.”



“Where is Val now?” Mary asked.



“Oh, He and Rillian have gone with your father to walk the dogs and check on the pheasants. They should be back soon.” Mary covered her eyes. Oh gods. But she supposed that there was no point in worrying, Val and Rillian were clever creatures they would have to manage by themselves; it was to late now. “What’s wrong dear?”



“Nothing, I just slept to long that’s all.”



“I had a nice long chat to Val this morning. He really is quite charming, and has such good manners. I always heard that the Norwegians were polite.” Her mother ploughed on blithely as they sat down at the table.



Mary raised a sandy brow at this. “Oh, what about?”



“You of course.” Her Mum said blithely. “I told him about you when you were a little girl growing up.”



“Mum, you didn’t get out the baby pictures did you?!” Mary exclaimed, suddenly horrified at the prospect of her Mum proudly showing the elf her naked baby bathing, and potty training.



“Oh, no dear.” Her mother said, but Mary did not believe her.



“Oh, mum!” Mary groaned. She decided to beet a hasty retreat before her mum decided to give her the babymaking talk again, or asked her what kind of flowers she wanted at her wedding. Mary had already had a long talk with her mother about how she had met Val; only fabricating some of the details. And as for Val’s it seemed his charming smile was just as effective in winning over her mother as it had been on her. Mary made her way back in to Jack’s pit finding him alone, Darrah had gone out to relive himself.



“What are you playing?” Mary asked.



Jack grinned, obviously feeling clever. “Space invaders.”



“Ha ha, very funny.”



“Want a game?”



Mary shrugged. If you can’t beet them join them. “Sure.”



She had spent a lot of time over the years playing games with Jack - admittedly she was rubbish – but Mary relished the normalcy of the situation.



“So what’s the deal with you and these elf’s then?” Her brother asked after a few moments.



“What do you mean?”



“Well you’re going out with Valdagerion right? You seem pretty serious on him.”



“I guess.” Mary said evasively.



“So how does dating an alien work?”



Mary’s reply was dripping in faintly amused sarcasm. “I don’t know dating guides don’t cover extraterrestrial relationships.”



“Good point.” Jack groaned, but carried on more hopefully. “It would be cool if they could stay here.”



Mary sighed. “Yeah it would be.”



“You don’t think it will work out do you?”



She bit her lip. “Thing is I don’t think long term they can. Sooner or later they would be found out and I dread to think of what could happen.”



“Go live somewhere remote, like Canada or Alaska.” Jack suggested. It was something that she had been thinking about a lot, now that Val was here just what was going to happen? Neither of them had brought it up yet, but the question hung between the two of them like a dark spectre. Mary swore as she franticly pressed the console, the invaders encroaching relentlessly. “Mary?”



“What?”



“If he asks you to go with him, will you?”



Mary did not know. She frowned. It was useless to tell herself that she did not love Val, the fact was she was crazy about him. It didn’t help that as well as being incredibly attractive, he was charming, protective, thoughtful, intelligent and under all that seriousness he had a sense of humour. But even if Mary did love him could she really leave earth and everything she knew to go live with him? The prospect of space travel was frankly scary. It was easy to remember their time on Ahrn with rose tinted glasses, but there was a lot about the elf civilisation that Mary had a real problem with, including someone wanting her dead. Mary did not think that she was being unreasonable in wanting to avoid that. Still just like the invaders inexorable encroaching, Mary knew time was running out and soon she was going to have to make her decision.



“Crap.” Mary sighed, as Game over flashed on the screen.



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Valdagerion laughed softly as Mary practically ran in to his chest with a startled “Oh!”



He enveloped her in his arms, even after a few hours absence he felt more complete with the woman pressed against his body. “Mary, what is wrong?” He asked after studying her distracted expression.



“It’s nothing.”



She seemed annoyed but in a generally reticent slightly melancholy way. Being able to read Mary’s mind was a very useful tool when Mary was in this kind of mood. She was thinking about their future. Though she did not admit it even to herself, Mary had already decided to bind her fate to his. But still she had a secret gossamer hope that they would remain on earth. He wished that he could have given her that, he really did. But his mother would be looking for them, and their only hope at a life together was to keep moving and out of her grasp. He was about to explain, but seeing Mary’s mother and brother near by the word’s failed him.



“Val?”



“Hmm.”



“You looked like you were going to say something.”



“No.” Mary glanced at him sideways unconvinced, and he relented. “I will tell you later.” He just needed to get her alone somewhere quiet where they could talk the problem over. Preferably when he had decided exactly what to tell her without Mary exploding at him – although he preferred her anger to her tears. He was anticipating both. “Have you eaten yet?”



“Not yet.”



“Come, I will make you a hot drink.”



“Ok.” She relented, letting him drag her in to the kitchen where he filled up the drink making device as her mother had showed him. “So what have you been doing?” He sensed a note of censure in her voice.



“Your father invited Rillian and I to join him in a walk around your lands. It was a most pleasant way to spend a morning. Your father is a man of great intelligence.” He met her disapproving gaze. “Do not worry, we were carful.”



Mary shook her head. “I don’t think you even know the meaning of the word carful.”



“Rillian and I have over four hundred years experience in the field. Exploring, fighting, and infiltrating on other worlds. I think that we can manage to fool a few humans.”



“It’s that kind of arrogance that gets you in to trouble.” Mary sniped back.



The elf was unused to be spoken to thusly and he felt annoyance rise up in him, but he firmly stamped down upon it – it was beneath him to feel such a way. The little mortal had an ability to make him experience emotions (even unpleasant ones) with an intensity that he had not felt since his infancy. “You’re tired still.” The Rhi’arron griped the back of her neck, feeling the tension there which he gently massaged out with his strong digits. “Trust me.”



“Val don’t be patronising.” She growled, and ducked her head away from his touch.



He decided to leave her be, and turned his attention back to making the promised hot beverages. Mary was always more cranky when she had low levels of glucose. He would address the deficit first and then tease her out of her mood.



“The perforated bags in which the infusing plants are kept are ingenious.” Valdagerion commented to no one in particular, as he held one of the little fabric bags up and studying it before he dropped it up in the handled bowls that humans used for hot drinks.



“Tea bags?”



“I have seen fabric pouches before but not ones that can be disposed of so expediently.”



Mary’s brows almost came together in puzzlement. “Huh, I never really thought about it. Surely we can’t be the only place in the universe with tea bags.”



“On Ahrn we strain it. But this bag is far more convenient. It would be perfect for on long journeys, or on hunting trips. I will have to have our kitchen technicians look in to making something similar when I get back to…”



He had almost forgot, he never could go home again.



Mary picked up on his silence. “Val, what’s wrong?” He swallowed hard against the tight ball of pain that seemed to have risen from deep in his chest to choke him. Her hand reached across the table to rest comfortingly on his, feeling everything that he felt. “Oh Val.” She sighed. “So you can’t ever go back home again?”



“No. I have been declared Neething. I am now banished.”



Her deep sapphire eyes gazed up in to his with sympathy. “I did not realise. You never said anything. I’m so very, very sorry.”



“It’s alright. I made my own decision, and I knew the cost.” Valdagerion explained. “This grief it will pass in time.” (But perhaps you can find a way to distract me from my melancholy thoughts?) He envisioned her kissing down the flat plane of his body, her hand enclosing upon his desire encircling it with a sensual slowness.



(Letch. Does your dick have to be involved in all your thoughts?) Embarrassed Mary drew back her hand, blushing. “And by the way Val don’t think that I don’t see you spooning all that sugar in to my drink, because I do. I will get fat.”



“Fat!” He snorted an incredulous laugh and placed it down in front of her regardless. “Drink it, you need the energy.” Valdagerion said, meeting her blazing gaze levelly. Mary hated to be told what to do, but as proud as she was Mary would submit to him – well at least he could coerce and charm her in to doing what he wanted.



Mary’s mother – who looked just like an older version of Mary only her eyes were a light blue and not Mary’s dark sapphire, came back in to the kitchen with a large smile. “Here, I haven’t shown you these.” She said to Valdagerion passing him what appeared to be a book.



“Mum. You said no baby pictures!” Mary exclaimed trying to grab hold of the volume. Valdagerion put his height to good use kept it out of the small woman’s reach as he looked through the leather bound volume, discovering it to be picture’s of Mary on various horses and smaller ponies spanning her lifetime.



“This is you?” He stated, and sat down the other side of the table. “You are very young in some of these.” Valdagerion mused aloud, running his finger over an image of a cherubim child jumping a small hairy pony over a colourful obstacle. He knew that determined look well, those dark blue eyes fixed on the goal. It seemed that in many ways Mary had not perhaps changed.



Mary snuck round to press up besides him. “That’s Bramble. He was the pony I learned to ride on.”



The next picture was of Mary and her younger brother together on the same pony, her mother standing proudly besides her. Mary grinning in to the camera holding up a colourful ribbon. “That was Mary’s first rosette. When she was five.”



“It’s a kind of prize.” Mary explained.



Valdagerion looked at the picture again. “You were young to be in a competition.”



“oh, it was nothing serious, just best turned out. I think that they must have felt sorry for me!”



The elf felt a moment of jealousy, his mother had never looked at him like that. Not even when he finished years of gruelling training, and hard service to become one of the elite warriors, a full half before any other elf had managed it. He had not realised that Mary was reading his mind until he felt her hand reach behind his head to surreptitiously rub his ear in a soothing manner. (Trust me Val, you’re a marvel, if your mother could not see it then she is blind.) They flipped through the rest of the pictures until they came to a picture was Mary perhaps a year or so younger then she was now, sitting upon a fine gray horse looking quite lovely and the skin tight leggings she wore intreged him. “Beautiful.”



“Mary has always looked elegant on a horse.” Mary’s mother beamed. “If you ride, then perhaps she should take you out. You’re a tall young man but I expect that Phillip’s hunters will be up to weight.”



Mary was giving him a warning look. But Valdagerion only smiled slightly trying to insinuate that to refuse would be rude. Besides he wanted to see Mary in those tight trousers. “Yes I would like that very much.”







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Mary wondered how Val had talked her in to this. The clincher was Valdagerion’s explanation (which Mary only vaguely understood) about Elf’s needing substantial daily access to ultraviolet light. Apparently elf’s were like Labradors they needed plenty of exercise and fresh air. Rillian was coming along as well, but Darrah was quite content to be entertained by Jack; elf’s by nature had an almost compulsive interest in games of all kinds and she had left them playing Jenga and talking space travel.



Still Mary had to admit the day was lovely and bright, and what better way to enjoy the countryside then on horse back. She opted for going across their fields to the woodland some way beyond, the locals would have fit if they saw Val or Rillian with their hair tied back out of the way and ears displayed to the whole world. For the first time it seemed that even Rillian was enjoying himself. Taking her quite by surprise Val and Rillian burst in to song in the woodland. Looking back over her shoulder at them, Mary could well believe the tales of young men and woman’s hearts being stolen by the fay wild hunts as they passed. In the open air, with their fair hair lose in the wind, eyes fierily bright, and looking mighty fine in the breaches that her father had lent them, the elf’s looked attractively vital.



Mary’s little grey thoraghbread mare was not as fit as her father’s two massive hunters which the elf’s were mounted on, but she was game enough as they tackled a few good gallops. When she was sure that the elf’s were not to heavy for her father’s beloved hunters Odin, and Wellington (so named after the legendary Duke and his roman nose) she took them back through the home fields and they followed her over the low hedges there.



Tired, but exhilarated Mary decided that her mare Titania had enough and brought her back to the stables. This left the males in the paddock taking it in turns to jump the fallen logs and old painted show jumps that were left there from her pony club days. They had made it in to some kind of competition, but Mary was at a loss as to what rules they had put in place.



She had just finished washing down Titania and was leaving her to munch on some hay when Mary heard the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel. Mary made her way around to the yard gate to see her friend Jody getting out of the car.



“Jody, what are you doing here?” Mary asked aghast.



“And hello to you too.” Jody rolled her eyes. “I was visiting my parents this weekend remember. Mum’s asked me to drop these off, is she in?” She held up a help bag. “You know if you had said you were coming back we could have shared a lift.”



“Umm, sorry it was a last minuet thing?”



“You been out riding?”



“Yeah.”



“Have I come at a bad time or something?” Jody asked, ever perceptive.



“Something like that.” Mary hesitated, trying to think of a way to get Jody to leave without upsetting her. Jody has been her best friend since she could remember. “We have a few guests over.”



“Oh right, gotcha.” Jody was not easy to insult so she smiled brightly. “I will just drop this off and go if you’re busy.” She handed the bag over to Mary. “See you back at the flat.”



“Yeah.” Mary nodded, torn between feeling guilty that she was ushering her friend away, and relived that she was going.



Just at that moment Val and Rillain chose that time to ride up the field, unaware of the unwanted visitor to deep in hot debate over something. “Couldn’t have chose worse timing.” Mary muttered under her breath. The clatter of hoofs caught Jody’s attention – and the rest well it was as they say; was history.



“Holy shit, who are they! They are gorgeous!”



Luckily Jody was seeing them at a distance, so she had not realised that they were not human yet. Sighing in resignation and squeezing her fists in a little gesture of annoyance at fate she followed Jody who had taken off towards the gate to get a better look. Fortunately the elves had unbound their hair, hiding their alien ears by the time they had got to them.



Jody watched Rillian dismount practically drooling. “Oh my god look at the ass on that! Have you ever seen such a perfect rear?”



Mary just shook her head candidly. “Funnily enough yes.”



“Oh I see, that guy over there, he’s the guy you pulled on Friday. The Foreign guy you have been moping over.” Val handed Odin over to Rillian and walked over to the young women. “Wow I see why. I would mope over him to.”



Meeting Mary’s gaze for guidance, Valdagerion approached with his smile on full beam charm. “Hello. I am Valdagerion.” He said in heavily accented English.



“Val, this is my friend Jody.” Mary supplied as Jody rarely lost for words was as one star struck. Mary supposed this was the fabled elvish glamour at work.



Her friend soon recovered her natural gregariousness. “Mary said you had met her last time you were visiting?”



“Yes.” Val for his part was going to pretend that he knew far less English then he was capable of to be safe.



“How are you enjoying yourself this time?”



“It is good, better then when I have visited before.” Valdagerion replied with deliberate hesitation after pretending to labour over what had been said, Mary read laughter in his eyes.



(I expect it is better then it was three hundred years ago!)



(Yes you are here. Other then that this is still an unpromising rock.)



(Oh stop it. Jerk.)



“Who’s your friend?” Jody had her eyes on Rillian who had taken the loaned sweater off leaving him in just a tight t shirt and clinging breaches as he washed down the sweating horses. Like Val, Rillian was physically stunning--his muscles flexed with every movement, betraying his strength; his chest, in particular, was broad and well-cut going down to a tapered waist and as Jody had already observed a very attractive rear.



“That is Rillian.” Mary informed Jody. “He er..works with Val.”



“He looks dammed good in a pair of breaches.” Jody sated. She then winked at Val who was looking more then a little bemused. “Not that you don’t Val, but I don’t hit on my friends boyfriends.”



Val shrugged, and put his arm around Mary’s shoulders. Rillian now finished washing the horses down now lead them towards the stables. Jody waved at him and called out in a friendly manner. “Hi, I’m Jody. Mary’s friend.”



Even wearing the coloured contact lenses the cold hostility in Rillian’s gaze could not be masked. He only managed a slight nod in response. Once he finished with the horses he barely spared Jody a glance as he passed his hansom face remained impassive, superior; only pausing to share a quick work with Val in his own language before taking himself back in to the house.



“That was cold.” Jody said watching his retreating rear. “Hansom but moody, my kind of guy. Shame I don’t think he liked me much.”



“He doesn’t really talk to strangers.” Mary tried to explain, it was better then the truth which was Rillian’s utter contempt for most humans.



“How do you know him?”



“Through Val, they er.. work together.”



“You sure you didn’t steal him from a Jilly Cooper novel?”



Mary raised an eye brow in faint amusement. “Do I need to get the hose on you?”



“No but he could give me a hosing down any time.” Jody declared enthusiastically. Mary’s expression to this was comical. Jody only grinned. “Come on Mary it’s not like you never enjoyed a role in the hay. In fact if I remember correctly it was you who lost it in your hay barn to Rupert Harris…”



Mary slapped Jody on the arm playfully. “Oh shut up! Weren’t you going? I still have work to do.”



Jody looked at her watch. “Suppose I better had.” She handed over a help bag. “For your mum ok?”



Mary nodded, and gave her best friend a hug.



“Nice to meet you at last Val.” She shook his hand (after a mental nudge from Mary.) “And nice nearly meeting your friend. I expect I will be seeing you around.”









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“I’m just going to get some more hay for Wellington, looks like Rillian forgot in his rush to hide from Jody.” Mary sighed after a quick check of the animals.



“What did your friend mean by taking your first tumble in the hay?” Valdagerion asked as he followed Mary in to the barn admiring her rear and shapely legs in the tight riding clothing.



Mary immediately blushed profusely, a good indication that she was mortified by the question. “Jody!” She complained under her breath, before giving a flustered unintelligible answer.



Valdagerion crossed his arms and lent on the hay next to her. “You’re lying.”



“I am not.”



The elf lent down to study her flushed face. “You are and you’re embarrassed by what she said.”



“Can’t you leave it?”



“No, I’m interested now. I believe that it’s sexual in nature.”



“Everything with you is always sexual in nature.” Mary turned around so that her back was against the hay bales, her hands behind her back avoiding his questioning gaze.



He laughed, low and rich twirling one of her golden lock’s in his finger’s. “It wasn’t until I met you Mary. I had barely had congress with anyone before you. And I rarely thought of it for over a hundred years.”



“But you have had..congress with other’s I mean.” Her stubborn little chin came up, her eyes challenging. He nodded in response waiting for her to continue. “Well so I have I.”



“Was that this Rupert that your friend spoke of?” Valdagerion asked. He slightly regretted the conversation now, it was irrational but he was jealous, darkly dangerously jealous. But still some masochistic part of him wanted to know more.



“He was my first. In here.” Mary admitted.



Valdagerion looked about the rustic hay barn. “This is where you lost your innocence?”



“Yes, what of it?” Mary sniped back defensively. “He was my boyfriend at the time. It was my birthday party and I did not want my parents to catch us.”



“Your parents did not approve of him?” The elf asked, glad to have one up on the lover from Mary’s past.



“Oh it wasn’t that. They might have thought me to young.” Mary tried to explicate.



“You were not of age?”



“No it’s not that. Human parents – dads in particular… You see I’m my dad’s little girl and…It’s a cultural thing.” Mary finished lamely. “You probably won’t understand.”



Valdagerion in fact did not; his mother had been the one to chose who he would lose his virginity to, and it was then witnessed by the whole court in a lavish ceremony. Human’s it seemed have a very different attitude to sexual congress. “Your right.” He admitted to the young woman as he slid an arm behind her back drawing her closer to him. “I don’t understand. But if I had been your first I would have made sure that you were laying on silk sheets, or in the Levantine grove where the moss is as deep and soft as velvet, and the moonflowers perfume the air, as the lantern flies dance above our heads, and the nightcroon’s sing their duets in the trees above, their branches brushing over our bodies like feathers.” He stroked a finger over her trembling lower lip, before taking a handful of the hay looking down at it. “Not on this scratchy grass, and in the cold.”



Mary’s expression could only be described as wicked; a provocation. “Oh, it’s not that bad. I just think that you are jealous.”



“I am jealous.” He kissed her hard, pressing her up against the sweet smelling hay. “I’m jealous of any male who touches you. If I were to see this Rupert I would struggle to keep myself from ripping out his heart.”



Mary held his gaze for a while, seeing his deadly seriousness. “Sometimes.” She said slowly. “Sometimes Val you are very intense.”



“I hate that another male has touched you; been with you here.” He admitted.



She stroked his cheek. “Then make me forget him.”



Valdagerion decided that this was wise advice, and kissed her again capturing her tongue with his own. His blood was up, but he managed to keep a tight rein on his elvish urges. Though he did kiss down her neck and ended up giving her shoulder a good hard nip.



“Hey, you bit me!” Mary yelped in surprise, but in doing so pressed herself more firmly against the elf as she leapt up.



“Just tasting you my love.” Valdagerion purred, and then licked the area apologetically before running his tongue over his fang like eye teeth to try to dispel the aroused tingle that he felt in them. Valdagerion found that the peculiar tingle was omnipresent around Mary, or just thinking about Mary – but when mixed with jealousy it was defiantly worse – as the long suppressed instinct to dominate over one’s mate reared its ugly head. It was something that most female elf’s were disapproving of, so Valdagerion did not expect a more fragile mortal want to submit to that sort of behaviour and so refrained.



He turned the young woman about so that he could watch the door as he caressed her body over her clothing. His hand’s stroked over the fabric of her jodhpurs, along the outside of her thighs. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the familiar shape of her legs, the curve where her rear joined to the tops of her thighs, firm muscle, but not the softness of her skin. Yet he appreciated the kink.



He splayed his hands flat, running it around her hip and in one smooth movement stroked down to her core. His hand cupped that most sensitive area perfectly. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles over her clothing, making her give a shivery sigh.



“Hurry! You will have to be quick, someone might come in at any second.” Mary gasped in anticipation.



She did not need to tell him to hurry; he was already so hard that he thought that he was going to burst through the borrowed trousers. The constriction was already driving him crazy.



The elf’s low voice quivered a little in excitement. "Turn around," he said pushing her down to lean across some bales of a convenient height. "Lean forwards."



"Like this?" Mary asked. “Oh wait.” Valdagerion watched as she arranged the bales so that she was standing up on one having guessed his intentions. She then enticingly offered herself, bending down over the bales in front of her.



"Perfect," Valdagerion answered admiring the she splayed her legs obedient and willing for him, the arch of her supple back…



Mary turned and looked back at him with a knowing smile drawing him out of his revere. “So what are you waiting for?”



"Hmmm," The elf grunted, feeling a surge of carnal agitation at Mary’s deliberately provocative manner. Once more he let his hands glide over her body, her hips and thighs in particular. It was odd to have clothing that covered so demurely, yet conversely revealed so much. Slowly he lowered her zip, feeling the way that she was shaking slightly in his arms.



He sank to his knees as he rolled her jodhpurs down her legs. Kissing and sucking on the skin as it was revealed. He only pulled them down to the tops of her legs lest they be discovered. So close to her centre he couldn’t fail to smell her arousal, and took a deep breath. Cheekily he gave one of her firm bum cheeks a quick nip.



Standing back up he undid his own zip, smiling evilly as a tremor passed down the length of Mary’s back at the sound. “Ready?” He asked.



She only nodded, so lost in her passion that she could not find her voice. The elf knew that he would soon help her find it again, as he took his immense throbbing erection in his hand, to guide it in to her willing body.



Slowly, he penetrated the young woman, relishing every sensation, sinking to the hilt, until his groin was pressed up against the cushion softness of her rear. He lay his body along hers, his hands twining through hers as they twitched on the hay. Mary stifled a cry as he began to role his hips. Still mindful of her small stature and his strength his thrusts were small and measured, until Mary panted out. “Harder.”



He took up the cause with more vigour, but once again Mary groaned. “Harder, Val!”



“Are you sure?” he asked through gritted teeth.



“Yes. Please Val harder!”



He reared and took hold of her hips in his hands, before thrusting in to her with some force, looking down he watched her bottom wobble on the impact. Mary wriggled back against him, inviting him to penetrate deeper. The elf thrust in again, thrilled with the sensation, then again, and again. A natural voyeur the view was second to none, able to watch himself sink deep in to his female. Valdagerion closed his eyes, throwing his head back as it became nearly too much. Realizing that he was ascending too fast, he reached around and began to rub Mary’s neglected petals until she was biting her own arm to prevent herself from vocalising her spiralling pleasure. He drew it away, and offered his own arm so that the pain would not distract her from climax. Lustily Mary sank her teeth in to his muscle and in a few more heart beats he felt the vibrations of her stifled moans along his arm before she reached her completion. The cadence rapidly increased as his needs mounted, and before he knew it he was at the threshold, releasing his essence in a moment of unadulterated ecstasy.



“Val, come on your heavy.” Mary protested bucking back against his weight.



He apologised, he had not realised that he had collapsed on to her following the euphoria of that perfect joining. They had just hastily readjusted their clothes and were picking the hay off themselves when Darrah hurried in to the barn. “There you are.”



“What’s wrong?”



“I managed to intercept some of the human’s communications. Apparently they are honing in on the ship and are sending something called an unmanned submarine down.”



“Mary?”



“Val, I don’t know what MI7 is capable of. You said the ship is cloaked somehow, won’t that stop them from finding it?”



“That will depend on the technology human’s possess. I shouldn’t think they could.”



“It’s underwater, so they will be relying on camouflage. What worry’s me is if they send down what Jack called a submarine. A human could perhaps see the ship with the naked eye if they were observant. And it’s a cargo ship, it’s not like it has any weapons. Nearwen also said that the left stabiliser is out of line, they could do with a little more time to fix it.”



“Then I can only see one thing for it. We must go see what is going on there. If there is this submarine thing we will sabotage, or at least try to buy them some more time.”









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A/N:



This chapter has ended up being a lot longer then I anticipated so its going to be sort of split. Sorry to have to put Val’s epic driving skills in the next bit of the chapter which is a real romp and I’m already tired trying to keep up with my characters! Hopefully the lemon made up for that though. You guys who reviewed are amazing and I am going to try to update really quickly for you!