In the Forest

A/N: Written as final paper for my Creative Writing class. Let me know what you think.

Velvet ears twitch at the snap of a twig. The sound echoes through the otherwise silent forest. He freezes, his body still as he listens for another sign of his prey. Another stick snaps and his acute ears twitch again. His head turns in the direction the sounds are coming from and he takes off running, slipping noiselessly between the trees. He soars over the fallen trees and bushes, his lithe body hidden in the shadows of the elder trees. He continues to run, following the sound of leaves and twigs. He can feel his target in the distance and he picks up speed, seeing the faint, blurry form just beyond the trees. Thirty feet, twenty, ten. He gathers his strength and leaps at his prey, tackling it. They roll around for a bit but he wins and pins it to the ground.

“Got you.” He smiles down at her, laughing at the pout on her face.

“No fair. You have an advantage,” she says as she turns her head to the side, the pout still in place.

“Now now my love, don’t be sore. Just because I happen to be one with the forest, that doesn’t mean you will lose every time.”

“Yes it does! You can hear me no matter how far away I am with those big ears of yours.”

Now it’s his turn to pout. “You’re just jealous. You’re stuck with normal human ears while I have superior pointed ones.” He sticks his tongue out at her childishly, acting much younger than his 22 years.

“Yes, almighty Elven one.” She rolls her eyes and twists her body. “Can I get up now?”

“Hmm…” He looks up at the sky for a few moments, mulling over her request. “Nope.”
“Faelyn!”

“What is it, meleth?”

“Let me up!”

“Fine. But first…” He leans down and presses his lips against her petal soft ones. She resists at first, still annoyed at being caught once more, but gives in after a second or two, kissing him back softly.

“Meleth le Faelyn,” she whispers to him in his native tongue as their lips part.

“I love you too, Nessa.” He rolls off of her body, letting her move once again.

His breath whooshes out of him as she places her weight on top of him, her bottom resting on his lower stomach, just shy of his groin, and her hands on her hips.

“That’s it? Just one tiny kiss?” she says.

“Um, yes?” He blinks up at her.

“You mean to tell me that we’re alone in the middle of the forest, just you and me, with hours until we have to get back to the village and all you’re giving me is one little kiss?”

“No?”

“It better be a no.” She moves her hands from her hips to his chest, feeling his slender build beneath her palms. She slides her right hand over his heart, its steady beat thumping against her hand, and keeps moving until she reaches his neck. She traces patterns over the pale skin of his neck and giggles at his shiver. Her hand makes its way to his sensitive ear and she runs her pointer along the tip, almost losing her balance as he bucks beneath her.

“N-Nessa…”

“Hm?” She continues to explore his ear with her fingers, now doing the same to the other with her left hand. He bucks again, turning to putty beneath her hands. Normally he would be able to regain control quite easily but his ears were the most sensitive part of his body and she was using that fact to her advantage.

“N-Nessa, stop. Le-” Whatever he was about to say is cut off as a low groan escapes his throat. Nessa’s hands had abandoned his ears and she leaned down to nibble just below his ear, another sensitive spot. He raises his arms, each seeming to weigh ten times more than normal, and threads his fingers into her loose brown hair. He holds her head close to him and guides her to his neck. She lets him move her head and she licks at his neck briefly before biting it. He gasps and squirms under her as she nibbles and sucks on the soft skin beneath her mouth. He lets her molest his neck for a bit longer before he twists his body, rolling them over so that he is on top once again.

“My turn.” He smiles down at her.

He starts off with a deep kiss, exploring every corner of her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut and she reaches up, lightly brushing her fingers against his ears before locking her arms around his neck, keeping him in place. He puts his hand on her hip and slides it up and down her side. On the third pass of his hand he slips it beneath her loose top. She takes in a breath through her nose as his hand touches her heated flesh. His hand makes circles on the flat expanse of her stomach before moving further up. The back of his hand just barely brushes against the bottom of her breast and she arches her back, wanting his hand just a bit higher. He answers her unspoken plea and skims his fingertips over her nipple, causing it to harden beneath his touch.

“F-Faelyn!” She says, a shock of pleasure coursing through her body. She had weak spots too.

“Shh…” He slips his hand out from beneath her shirt and grasps the hem in his hands, pulling it over her head. She removes her arms from his neck and lifts them above her head, helping him remove her top. Her upper body is now bare and she shivers as the cool air caresses her skin. She gasps again as her nipple is suddenly encased in the wet heat of his mouth. He flicks his tongue against it, sucking and lightly nibbling just the way she likes it. She begins to squirm beneath him, feeling the heat grow between her legs.

Her steady breaths turn into pants as he teases her other nipple with his fingers. Her head tilts back and she bites her lip, trying to keep quiet. He releases her nipple from his mouth and she shivers once again as the cool air touches her. She looks up at Faelyn with lust clouded eyes, seeing him staring back down at her. She reaches out and takes his hands in hers, placing them on her thighs. After years of being together, he knows what she wants without her needing to say it so he takes over, sliding them to her inner thighs and pushing her skirt up to bunch around her waist. His hands come back down, skimming one against her moist slit. She lets out a soft sound as he teases her.

“Faelyn, please,” she whispers, reaching out to tug on the waist of his pants.

“Patience, meleth.” He stands and removes his pants, then kneels between her now spread legs. “Are you ready?” She nods, watching as he positions himself at her entrance.

A few thrusts and he is in, the heat inside of her quite a difference from the chilly air around them. She lifts her hips, wanting him to move right away.

“Somebody’s impatient today,” he says, but moves anyway, sliding his length in and out of her. He starts out at a fairly slow speed but quickens his pace soon enough. She moans softly as he hits her most sensitive spot, resisting the urge to close her eyes and instead locking eyes with him.

They continue to make love for countless minutes. The forest is quiet save for their sounds and the occasional bird but they are unbothered by nature’s voyeuristic tendencies. Their coupling is not strange in any way, but it is highly uncommon. Elves were not meant to couple with humans. Humans were not meant to couple with elves. That is how it has been for hundreds, even thousands of years. But here in the forest, no one can find out about them. They are safe from prying eyes, free to love each other as much as they wish. And that is what they do.

Every chance they get they meet in the forest. Nessa is usually the one to initiate the dash to the woods. Today Faelyn was taken by surprise by having a bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head. He stood shocked for a few moments but recovered, looking around only to see Nessa run off giggling. He removed his sopping wet shirt and ran after her. He lost her trail upon entering the forest but found it again soon enough, resulting in her capture. She may put up a fight at first, but Faelyn knows she just enjoys riling him up beforehand. He doesn’t mind though, in fact he enjoys it. The chase is half of the fun for him.

They both reach their peaks, basking in the calm that follows. Faelyn lowers his body on top of Nessa’s, staying inside of her until he softens and slips out on its own. She pouts in disappointment, already missing the feeling of having him inside of her. He laughs, knowing what she is thinking.

“Again?”

Her response goes unspoken. She takes him into her hand and brings him back to life soon enough. She pushes him onto his back and straddles his waist. “My turn.” She smiles down at him, positioning herself above his length. They continue to make love and explore each others bodies until the sky begins to grow dark. After numerous climaxes, they are exhausted. They rest on their sides, bodies flush against each other and rest for a bit.

“Faelyn?”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to win next time.”

He laughs, hugging her close. “If you say so meleth.”

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He watches as they don their clothing and walk away into the night, their hands clasped together. He sighs and collapses onto the ground, resting his back against the tree behind him. His body is small and the large tree easily keeps him hidden from sight. He glances once more at the spot where two beautiful bodies once laid before standing. His eyes slip closed and his body begins to shift: wings sprout from his small back and his ears become pointed. He shakes his body to get used to being in his true form once more and then takes off, flying up above the trees. Below him he can see the lush canopy of the forest and the tiny dots of Faelyn and Nessa. If one was to return to where he once was however, one would see telltale streaks of white splattered against the bark of the elder tree. Seems that nature enjoyed their coupling as well.

“I must tell the king.”


Glossary

Meleth le: I love

Meleth: love or my love, a pet name