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The Gathering

Laid out on her front, Mary was sat up on her elbows, watching the elf curiously as he looked between her form and an illustration of a tattooed woman on one of his screens. “Have you ever done this before?” She asked him, as he frowned down at the paintbrush.

“Not exactly.” He admitted scratching the back of his head. “But its necessary if this masquerade is to work.”

“Oh dear.” Mary sighed, but lay back down. “You know I would never have pegged you as an artist Val.”

“I’m not. I haven’t painted anything since I was young – we had quite extensive lessons then, I just hope that my hand remembers more about painting then my mind.”

Carefully he dipped the paint brush in a pot of golden ink he had by his knees, before he began to draw intricate patterns upon her skin. The brush was soft, and the ink was cold. It tickled. When she scrunched up her nose to laugh, his hand griped her hip, just short of painfully. “Keep still.” Val chided her.

She promised to try. Laying back down, she let him continue. At first Val kept reminding her not to talk so that he could concentrate, but soon he gave up trying to keep the irrepressible young woman silent, and they enjoyed a conversation about the music that filled the room. Apparently elf’s had their own form of music system, though where the speakers and console were Mary had no idea; but assumed that it was like some kind of MP3 player Mary also giving Val a potted history of human music since he had last visited earth, humming and singing – badly – snatches of her favourite songs.

The elf chuckled, as impatiently Mary stood up to look at the effect. She gasped. As following the curve of her back and over her hip were interlinking golden flowers, lined in black, and bejewelled birds, painted in turquoise, emerald, fuchsia, ruby and sapphire. “Oh Val! It’s beautiful!”

“We haven’t finished yet.” He said, drawing her back to the light of the open doorways.

He let her sit, but warned her not to lean back and ruin the design, until the ink had dried properly. “This is not permanent is it?” Mary asked.

“It will wash off with alcohol, and then a hot bath would get rid of any ruminants.”

She reached out with her free arm, as he worked on the other one; tracing spiralling silver design that eddied over his pale skin. Silver lines over his muscles, like moonlight upon a marble statue. “Yours are permanent, aren’t they?” He nodded. “The other’s I have seen, they all have designs like this.”

“Each clan has their own design.” Val explained. “It is the story of our genealogy, of our positions, and our professions, the marks are placed when we come of age.”

“Then why are you painting me?”

“Slaves..” He stopped himself, thinking of a better word. “Courtesans; - it is just for aesthetics. It adds interest. ”

“Like decorating a vase?”

“Yes.”

“So human slaves are like vases?”

“Yes..No, I,…Mary why must you turn all my own words against me!?” He glanced up her, and his eyes then sank back down, realising that he had succeeded in angering Mary again. “I did not mean to offend.”

They fell in to silence again. Val had already tried to explain the slavery situation, and Mary knew that it would be a topic that she would have to bring up with him again. But for now she had her own issues to struggle with. The elf did not push her further, and he worked in silence, finishing both arms and hands.

Mary had to admit that it felt good. And when she lay on her back, so that Val could finish her front she shivered as the brush danced across her skin. Sitting up slightly she watched the elf work, the look of intense concentration made her flush, as he scrutinised every inch of her skin. Mary wondered when she had become so ok with being so utterly naked in front of him. Even with Will she had felt a little self conscious simply being naked in front of him unless they were actually having sex. But with Val it all felt utterly natural. She closed her eyes, laying back down again. He had begun painting another of the bejewelled birds over her pelvic bone, actually sticking little sapphires, and diamonds to her skin. Leaning in close, his breath washed over her skin. This gentle tickling over her groin caused a sudden surge of carnal agitation.

The sudden shortness of breath did not go unmissed, and Val looked up at her with smiling eyes, darkening with lust. He sat up, and slowly came to hover over her body, not wanting to ruin his art work. Gently he kissed her, his lips biting hers, a languid, sweet kiss that lingered. Looking down, he carefully traced the skin between the designs with his finger tips, flowing like a water drop until he reached the jointure of her legs. Mary shivered, arching up as his digits slipped lower, tracing the cresses between her thighs.


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“We will be late.” Valdagerion said reluctantly.

“So?” The girl smiled, sliding one nimble foot up the inside of his leg in blatant invitation. He took in her form and all but groaned.

“No.” He said. “No. And believe me all my body is regretting this. But No, we must wait. Else we will never leave this room.”

“And the problem with that is?”

The girl was a minx. It took all of his concentration to finish the last golden flower, and not ravish her there and then. Patience, he reminded himself. The only thing that saved him was the knock at the door, as a servant brought in the gown he had ‘borrowed’ from one of his more affectionate sisters.

Mary cooed over delicate vibrant blue fabric. He helped her pull the fabric over her head, tumbling her golden curls in to disorder yet again. He pulled her to him, securing it behind her neck, before adjusting the folds down her body, before securing it with a wide gold, and jewelled belt. It was meant to hang at the waist, but Mary being so small it hung on her hips.

The girl looked down at herself. Tracing the way the fabric plunged down off her shoulders, to her navel. And looked over her shoulder, to her bare back. “I look…”

“Ravishing.”

“Like a whore.”

He laughed. Mary looked thoroughly disgruntled. She turned around, swinging the fabric in her hands, revealing the two splits in the skirt right to the thigh.

“It’s not funny Val!” She covered her body protectively with her hands. “Oh god’s it’s see through!”

“Only in strong light.”

She scowled up at him. “This is ridiculous! I can’t go out like this, I may as well go naked!”

“If you wish.” He shrugged.

“Don’t you dare!” She warned, holding him off as he approached her, a wicked smile curving his lips. Perhaps the Gathering could wait, for a little while at least.


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Mary and Valdagerion arrived at the Gathering fashionably late, just as dusk fell. As they approached the building, Mary suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, having never seen a structure quite like the one that loomed before her. It was an architectural wonder— a massive, symphony of granite, quarts, glass, and towering trees – looming high above her. Nothing that she had ever seen had approached the shear magnitude or beauty of the elvish building, like some perfect synchronisation of architecture and nature.

They passed through a vast arched entrance guarded by two colossal statues— elfs’ unsurprisingly, one glared down at them forebodingly, the other seemed to smile almost secretly, suggestively - welcoming them within. Talk about mixed messages.

A wall of sound greeted them. Innumerable voices raised in conversation. Mary fancied herself a Christian about to be thrown to the lions in the roman coliseum. Intimidated, she didn’t even feel herself step back, until her body came in to contact with Valdagerion’s behind her. Mary glanced anxiously ahead, the elf seeing her uneasiness, smiled reassuringly down at her.

“Don’t worry so, Mary.”

“I’m not…”

“You have a frown line, right there.” He said, pressing a finger between her eyes. She slapped it away. But he stayed looking down at her, his eyes gentle, but immovable.

“Ok, so I’m nervous. Who wouldn’t be, considering.”

“Let me handle this. Nothing is expected of you except obedience. Just watch and listen, and try to enjoy yourself.”

“Obedience.” Mary allowed herself a small smile. “Obedience could be a problem.”

“You rush in to battle with one of the most feared creatures in the universe, and yet this scares you?” Despite herself his soft chuckle warmed her, loosening the tight knot of nerves in the pit of her stomach. She sighed and let him guide her forwards. As they entered, took two glasses of some form of drink, passing it to Mary.

“What is it?” She asked, sipping the dark red liquid vaguely reminiscent of wine, only it tasted spicy and sweeter.

“Do you like it?” He replied, not answering her question. But she was struck silent by the sight of the elvish building. Inside it was like a vast forest garden. The façade outside was only a carpet wall, with a few buildings set in to it. Within smaller more intimate buildings lit by lanterns were set about forming courtyards beneath the trees, made of wood, stone, and beautiful embroidered screens. Covered walkways stretched between the rooms providing shelter, and little candles were scattered thorough the grounds.

Drifting about the groves, there were what seemed to Mary to be innumerable elf’s, scantly dressed, standing in groups talking, and sipping their drinks. It was a veritable sea of long limbs, sleek curves, washboard tummys, and model looks. Added to their numbers was a scattering of their dark haired human slaves, following their masters and mistresses meekly. Only a handful of the most attractive were painted as she was. Musicians played softly in secluded spots, on reed, and string instruments, adding to the bell wind chimes, and tinkle of water fountains.

Mary (after Valdagerion’s many warnings) had anticipated that, as Valdagerion’s new lover, she would be under intense scrutiny, but she could not have imagined how it would feel when countless eyes explored her body openly, her scant clothing no protection from their voyeuristic gaze as Val joined in the conversations, seemingly unaware of the attention they were garnering.

She then became aware, perhaps for the first time, of exactly what status her elf lover enjoyed among the elf’s elite. He was like a god among them, moving from individual to individual with grace and poise that Mary had never witnessed in anyone before. His voice low and smooth like that of a lover on the first night of conquest, his conversation was erudite, often witty, his smile though rare was dazzling. To male or female, he was courteous, and in return they approached him obsequiously, courting his attention, flattering him openly, and he was greeted ubiquitously with admiration and respect.

Mary tugged on his sleeve, hissing in his ear. “Val, just who are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“All this toad eating? What is a Rhi’ Arran exactly?”

“Ah, I see. Rhi’Arran, In your culture might call me a prince.”

“Prince!” She squeaked, but fell silent as another elf approached Val.


It seemed that the whole court wanted to see the Rhi’Arran’s new human pet. Even the other human slaves were equally curious and surprised by her golden curls and blue eyes. Everyone there had by that time heard the rumour that Rhi’ Valdagerion had engaged sexually with the human. It was not entirely uncommon, but it was seen as a perversion – something not condoned by the high sticklers. It was perhaps the one thing that threatened to tarnish his otherwise perfect reputation.

Although initially Mary felt uncomfortable and exposed by all the attention she garnered, eventually she became accustomed to it. And as the initial interest in her waned she felt free to look about herself, unobserved by curious elvish eyes. She realised that she was among the most beautiful, sexually vital creatures in the universe. Of either sex, each elf was gorgeous in their own way, all of them sharing the same gloriously long, silky fair hair, in shades varying from almost violet white, to a light red. But there was one thing of that Mary was sure as she looked about – that Val was the most exquisite of them all. And she noticed, that not all the covetous glances where directed at her.

Val was speaking to two utterly beautiful eleven women, willowy, elegant, with perfect skin; who were obviously flirting. ‘Why does he want me, when he can have those?’ Mary wondered, studying them. She watched as he bestowed on of his rare smiles, and she was stabbed with a pang of jealously. But before she could examine this feeling she felt his hand reassuringly on the small of her back, puling him to her almost possessively.


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Although Mary had not spoken to him since he had informed her of her status, and even though his gloves prevented him from reaching her mind so easly, Valdagerion felt that she was aware of him. He had read jealousy in her eyes, and pulled her deliberately close to him, so close that he was intoxicating by the smell of her hair. He suspected that the drink she was consuming was beginning to take effect as she caught hold of his clothing, as though urging him even closer. Apparently the aphrodisiac herbs in the wine were working, and she bumped up against him again. Sending his heart racing, he finally leaned down, whispering in her ear, “you’re being very good, Mary.”

The preamble and tedious conversations he was expected to participate in lasted an absolute eternity, from Valdagerion’s perspective – but he remained courteous despite the creeping boredom.

Valdagarion enjoyed the brief snatches of time alone as Mary and he wondered the gardens between the social groups, where he could turn his full attention to the young woman, perhaps share a word or two. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were sparkling with unguarded interest. It was a refreshing change from the properly bored elven women who he had always accompanied to the gatherings.

After their earlier conversation he was keen to let Mary listen to the music performances laid on at such a gathering. From what he had learned about her music taste, he led her to the performers that he thought that she might like. The girl stood in front of him looking up at the stage. He put his arm about her shoulders, keeping her flush against his body, protecting her from the press of people listening to the music. Drums beet out an increasing tempo, and the music seemed to raise about them, and behind them where the crowding was less, others were dancing. He smirked, it seemed that the little one in his arms wanted to dance – her supple body swaying unconsciously in his hold.

He gestured to where others were dancing upon the grass, taking up partners and spinning about. But Mary shook her golden curls. “No way, I’m not making a fool of myself. I don’t dance…not like that anyway.”

Laughing softly, he lent in close to the human woman. “Your body says otherwise.”

She stilled suddenly, and his eyes followed her gaze. In one of the open fronted shelters, two warriors were slowly striping a female. Worshiping each inch of her body as it was revealed by falling silk. But his interest was not on the elf’s. Mary’s heart was racing in her chest, and even behind her he could see the flush that adorned her cheeks.

“Can we go?” She said quietly.

“Don’t you like the music?” He asked innocently.

“It’s not that… Please, let’s just go from here.”

He smiled wickedly, knowing full well what was upsetting the young woman. It was not just the threesome that was bothering her, everywhere people were pairing up. “Of course.” He replied. But its not going to help you, he thought. And he passed her another glass of the herb infused wine. Two glasses should be more then enough, it was a potent herb even for an elf, in human’s it worked even swifter.

Mary was still somewhat distracted. Just as he suspected, the drinks and music were doing their job, and as the court relaxed, desires ran high. It was potent, almost as of the air itself was laced with aphrodisiac. Music continued, elf’s still danced erotically together, but amongst them on the floor were those engaging in a more intimate dance.

As much as Mary might deny it she was getting aroused, but his sanguine was ruined as they turned the next corner. As soon as they made their entrance to the next grove it became evident that those within it had been waiting for Valdagerion. His hand tightened on the girls reflexively. He had been hoping for more time.


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Val stopped in his tracks, then sighed, annoyed. “It’s time.” The tone of Valdagerion’s voice changed, becoming serious. “This is just a reminder to be on your best behaviour, Mary.”

The blue eyed woman nodded, steeling herself. Looking about to where a pile of cushions and fabric, arranged like a bed were set in the hollow between the great roots of a tree. A slanted mirror making a make shift wall. Long willow like branches, strewn with bells and little glittering mirrors hung down, half pulled back like a curtain before a play.

[Who are these people?] Mary asked, as soon as Val took off his gloves pulling them off with his teath, looking very grim.

[Well wishers, apparently.]

[Val, there are too many of them.] She said looking about panicked, as more came to join the group loitering around.

“What an exotic looking creature.” One of the elf’s said to Val. He replied non committaly, and Mary realised as he idely stroked her arm that he was as pissed off with the situation as she was nervous.

The leering elf – what was his name – Is an idiot – Issil - Issillian, now approached them. Val choked on a laugh, reading her a mind again.

“She cleans up well.” The red haired elf comented with a wide smile,Mary could not help but bristle. “Perhaps when you have finished with her tonight…”

[If looks could kill.] Val chided, but pulled her closer.

[I don’t like the way he looks at me.]

[Nether do I.] He replied, still conversing civilly with those who approached him to all intensive purposes. [It’s alright I will give him a beating he won’t soon forget when this is over.]

Mary suspected that he meant it. He passed her another drink, and she drank it swiftly, nervously, hiding under his arm as he spoke with the gathering crowd. He was warm, the bare skin of their ribs pressed against each other, and his strong arm about her, protective. His hand rested on her hip, where she felt the heat of it through the gauze of her scanty gown, he occasionally moved it, massaging.

[Val, I’m not sure that I can do this.]

“Leave it to me. It will be fine. Just relax.” He murmured against her forehead, the whisper of a kiss.

Val requested some music to be played, hoping it would put her at her ease, and drown out the noise of the crowd. Musicians arrived, drums and string taking up a languid rhythm. Something darker, and more primal then the music they had been listening to.

“Come on Valdagerion, it will be dawn soon!” One of the audience laughed as he stalled.

Val’s lip curled in distain. “I will take her when I am good and ready, and not before.”

“Val.” [I dont think i can do this?]

“It’s alright.” He soothed. Stepping behind Mary, he drew out a length of silk, gently covering her eyes in a make shift blindfold.

“There now, it’s just you and me Mary. No one else.”

Mary whimpered in distress. Afraid. But now in the dark, she found that she did not want to take it off and see the elf’s especially not as Val had already undone the clasp at the back of her neck, sending the gauzy fabric to pool at her feet. Mary clung to him, hiding herself in his arms. She suddenly was very aware of his sent, heavy and comforting, warm, making her want to bury herself in him. His voice was low in her ear, vibrating deep within her, his meaning lost with the pounding of blood in her veins.

She felt his fingers, light as a butterfly upon her skin. Tracing over her body, over the designs he had drawn. Down her shoulder, the small of her back, the curve of her rear, the swell of her breast, and the smooth plane of her stomach. Mary found herself responding wildly to the elf’s touch, longing to arch against him, to thrust her hips against his strong thigh. Despite the chill of the evening, she was on fire. Mary felt her knees giving, but he caught her to him. Pressing her against his hard body, his heavy muscles, and smooth skin. He moved her first in a parody of a dance, before sweeping her off her feet to rest in the pillows.

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Valdagerion left the girl only long enough to undress. He heard cat calls from his men behind him, but ignored them. Eyeing the gathering crowed with dislike he stalked back to the girl. Some things could not be helped. Seeing the young woman so exposed, could not hep but inflame him, as it always did; but the knowledge that others were looking upon her vulnerable state was gradually enraging him. He managed to master his emotions. The girl is all that matters, he firmly reminded himself.


She had sat up a little. Still blinded by the dark silk over her eyes. Her hand was at her clavicle, then it slid down to hover over her chest, as she panted through parted lips, stained dark by the wine. Her golden curls formed a messy halo about her head. She was listening for him, tense.

“Mary.” He called.

“Val, my body, it feels strange…”

“How?” He asked, crawling over her as she slumped down, almost curling up, her hands sliding down her body, feeling over the patterns that he had drawn there earlier.

“Hot, heavy, and something else… I need…” She said breathlesly, twisting under him.

“I know.” The herbs that she had been slipped were defiantly working. He caught hold of her chin, tempted to kiss her, but with an audience he resisted the impulse. Instead he stroked her hair, in what he hoped was a soothing way.

Her lips were parted, as the aphrodisiacs continued to work their way in to her system. With trembling hands he gently stroked her shoulders, before palming her breast, kneading gently, as Mary sighed and moaned. He took his time, gently fondling all of her, as if deep down he meant to make a point, that she was his all of her.

Catching hold of her hair, he pulled her to her knees, carful not to hurt her. He knelt behind her, letting her rest against his body, as he toutched her most intimate area. Whispering in her ear, as he kissed her neck; “You are so beautiful. The most beautiful thing here. No one can take their eyes off you. You burn bright like a phoenix rising, blinding in your brilliance.”

Her one hand came to rest in his hair, the other she ran down the cold surface of the mirror, making it steam up. He looked at her reflection appreciatively, as he ran his swollen desire up the cleft of her rear. There were appreciative murmurs behind him, but he ignored them. His world shrinking to just the woman in his arms. Slowly turned her over, laying her down before he made his way back down her body, casting aside the bit of fabric that had fallen across her.

His lips traced her hip bone. And she shivered beneath him, before he pushed her hips down. The elf ran his hands up and down her thighs, restlessly as his own desires mounted. With little nibbles he worked his way down her pelvis, then the soft flesh of her inner thigh, until he came to the core of her desire. Spreading her petals with his fingers, he began to lap at her folds, occasionally sucking on the little nub at the centre, until she was writhing beneath him, pulling at his hair.

He winced. “Hey, hey. Not so rough.”

When she arched beneath him, a broken cry upon her lips, he sat back on his heals. Panting, her heart beat visibility racing under her bouncing breast, and her body flushed a pale coral she made his mouth water. “Exquisite.”

The blindfold had come lose with her thrashing, falling half across her face. He all but pounced upon her, pinning her hands above her head as they reached for him. Lying in the space between her legs, it felt like home coming, and his heart was pounding, desire riding him hard. He bit the inside of his check, fighting to hold back.

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Mary blinked at the sudden light. The dark world that she had been in had all but consumed her, all she knew was Val’s voice, sent, and the magic of his touch. The hansom elf drew the fabric off with his teeth, so that she blinked up at him. “I could not resist.” He admitted, kissing each eye lid, his silken hair stroking her face.

Little mirrors glinted around them, tied to the dangling foliage. She caught their reflection, and was utterly struck by it. He was silver as the moon, planes of chiselled muscle rippling like the stalking of a jungle cat, a white tiger, dangerously male, every line of him. In the lantern light she appeared a golden goddess, warm as sunlight. Golden hair, tawny skin decorated with golden flowers, and vibrant birds – largely matching the colour of her eyes. He was holding her down aggressively, his one hand pinning her hands above her head. It was like a classical picture, like something straight out of roman mythology reproduced by a rococo or barouque artist, the rape of Subines, or the various poor nymphs caught by lusty gods.

Lost in the erotic images reflected over and over from every angle, she didn’t feel him at her entrance until he pushed in. Mary gasped, caught utterly unawares. “Mary, are you alright?” He said, gasping himself.

She nodded. “Yes, you’re just big…” She replied closing her eyes, and burying her face in to his shoulder, as he began to thrust with a soft laugh – dark and sensual.

Val was gentle, holding himself back, mindful of his great strength. He worked her perfectly, languidly. As she relaxed, he let go of her hands, pulling her legs up to rest on his forearms, pushing them up towards her body, so he sunk in deeper.

Pleasure, raw, undeniable pleasure rushed through her. And she could feel the echo of his as well, overflowing like music just out of earshot. She could feel him in her mind, his obsession with her inner dialogue. He was savouring every thrust, some part of him although annoyed, was deeply satisfied with the thought that he was possessing her so publicly, an wild animal claiming his mate.

Normally such a display of overactive testosterone would have irritated the hell out of Mary. But under the trees, with the wild beet of drums, she felt untamed, and that it was calling to some deep, totally repressed part of her. Her nails had been resting on his arms, now slipped to his shoulders, not entirely sure what she wanted – but he did - concentrating on the feelings he was creating she scored in to his skin. As if in retaliation, his teeth sunk in to her shoulder, she cried out and tried to jerk away, but his hips pinned her down, and his one arm let go of her leg, slipping about her back to clutch her to him.

His thrusts sped up tenfold, they were both slick with sweat – it felt like it would last forever. Mary finally cried out in rapture, utterly caught up in her release. It didn’t take Val long to follow, he came with a shudder, his body going still, his mouth falling open with a low sigh, before he pulled from her. Looking down at her with provocative eyes, heavily lidded.

“How do you feel?” He asked, but it sounded like he was far away.

Mary smiled, reaching out to pat his face, but missed. He caught her hand anyway, bringing it to rest against the angles of his cheek. “Light headed.” Her thoughts were clouded; she felt intoxicated, confused, and now very tired.

Val’s smile was indulgent, and she closed her eyes – just for a moment.


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A/N: Hey sorry it’s been delayed.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far.

In response to question; As for the mating spot, its just like a kissing thing for elf’s. I was thinking along the lines of it confers a certain amount of dominance, and trust as well as often being a visible sign of someone been ahem…taken.


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