2025-09-26, 04:10 PM
The sun beat down on him as never before in this foreign land. Where were his dark violet trees with their ever running streams of cool fresh water? Not here. Here there was nothing but arid airs swirling the brittle sands about these ever rolling, ongoing hills. He paused, bringing his cloak about him tighter and trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from these many small daggers. His lord had said to meet the humans in this place. He had said to bring them his message and yet he saw no one. Suddenly a dark deep voice reached him.
"Stranger, you are trespassing."
He turned about startled his black hair turning with him. A large man dressed in worn metal-armor carrying a dented shield but a sharp blade stood before him, his black eyes gazing directly at him, the rest of his features covered by heavy cloth.
"Sir," he said, "Are you Areth...if you are my lord sent me here..."
The man came closer bringing a horse he was leading into view. "Aye, I am he. Come with me for a storm begins...my lady awaits you."
Nodding he was hoisted into the saddle and soon an endless smear of sand blocked his view.
From out of nowhere, it seemed, brightly colored tents came into view. His guide took him directly to the large violet one in the middle of the rest where four guards, two on each side, were posted at the entrance. He was amazed at the size of these large bronze men, being small in stature himself, he couldn't help but feel slightly threatened by these enormous desert humans. He was then led into the tent where he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long flowing silver hair kissed slightly with blonde strands. Her emerald eyes glistened with youth but remained steady with the skill of a seasoned warrior. Light blue silk covered a small portion of her body leaving the rest of her surprisingly pale skin exposed. Then she spoke with a voice of honey, "Greetings elf, I have been expecting you."
"My lady," He kneeled before her afraid he might tremble if he remained standing. "My lord bid me to deliver this message and express his desire of this most eventful and important treaty of the desert humans and elven people."
With the graceful wave of her hand, she summoned a slave girl, in her early adulthood, to bring his letter forward. The girl bowed and took the letter but first gazed at him with a kind of hatred that shocked him. Here sat a beautiful woman and her slave girl, whose beauty also bears mentioning, though her's was a darker stronger beauty of tanned skin and dark features all around than her mistress's but whose demeanor seemed equally dark.
The lady took the letter and read it thoroughly for what seemed likely several minutes before she spoke. "I am afraid Jeslie has poor manors at times...shall I punish her?"
He stood up shaking his head slowly, "No my lady, do not punish your slave."
The lady gazed at him steadily, "You say slave as if it is a bitter taste elf."
He nodded, "Slavery is..." He paused realizing the delicate nature of this diplomatic meeting.
The woman only smiled, "It says here that you are the remaining son of a noble line..."
Solaris looked up sharply slightly shocked, why would the letter mention such a fact. "Yes my lady..."
She gazed at him calmly but with a look that made him slightly uneasy as she passed the letter to one of her guards. "Your name?"
"Solaris..." He cut off as he felt himself grabbed from behind, both his arms now pinned behind his back.
"My lady, I assure you that no deception is intended here." His voice began to tremble.
She laughed lightly, her melon sized breast bouncing in the process. "Worry not elf, the treaty will be fulfilled by both parties...your payment set the deal."
He searched her eyes quickly dread entering his heart and then denial. "No..."
Her eyes turned to her slave girl, "Shall I punish my new slave Jeslie."
Jeslie dark red lips slowly curled into a smile, "No my mistress...allow me."
The slave girl approached him casually and withdrew a knife slashing his robes in one quick motion and tearing them away from his body in a fury he could not understand.
He remained silent for what could he do?
Jeslie dropped her knife and began running her hands over his body so slowly it was almost torturous. Her hot mouth clamped onto one of his nipples and began to sucking followed by the biting and tearing with her teeth. He gasped surprised almost not hearing the lady's words. The pain and pleasure ignited his entire body in a wave of heat.
"Elf, you will make a fine addition as my slave after some fine tuning. You lord was very gracious indeed."
The girls lips traveled to the nipple and doubled her efforts causing him to gasp in heightened pain. He tried to arch away but those behind him would not budge.
He was speechless and for the time being at a lost. This betrayal had no warning...there had been no hints of...He breathed heavily looking down at the girl who was watching him steadily, a smile played on her lips. Her tongue traced lightly from his nipples and across his quivering abdomen to his hardening cock. She clamped down and not too gently on his organ creating a deep fear which quickly overtook him.
"Please..." Her teeth closed slightly, and he felt himself begin to sob.
"Enough!" The lady's harsh tone caused all heads in the room to look in her direction.
Jeslie backed away obviously angry.
The lady looked to him. "Kneel."
The guards let go, but he hesitated.
"Kneel!"
He dropped to his knees shivering although the desert provided no cold. A large hand clamped his shoulder and shoved him roughly forward to all fours. A taut muscular body pressed against him, it was Areth. Large meaty fingers probed his ass making him flinch and gasp. First one finger and then another. He tensed which caused pain to ripple through his entire body. Solaris looked to the lady his mouth slightly open in a silent plea, he noted an icy glaze in those eyes he had not noticed before, and his heart sank. Areth positioned himselfm and he felt the head enter and yelled in pain. And then the pounding began. Areth shoved his large shaft in him in brutal thrusts not heading his shouts of pain. The rock hard flesh was oiled but his small frame could not compensate at such a quick rate. His body trembled as the sweat drenched man continued to ride him in a manner he had only heard of. His voice was becoming hoarse and he prayed for it to end. He did not know when he stopped screaming, or when Jeslie had approached him again This time she was unclothed, and he remember her mouth finding his organ and caressing it with her sweet tongue, and having pure ecstasy overcome him. Somehow, Areth had reached such a depth that sent nothing but pleasure soaring through his body were pain was dominant before. He was breathless and kneeling when they pulled away. His body ached; he was afraid to speak, afraid to anger her, afraid of what he might say...even afraid to look.
"Solaris," The lady's voice beckoned him.
He did not, could not look at her.
"Solaris," He noted a harsher tone when she repeated his name.
Slowly he looked up, his eyes glistening slightly.
She merely smiled. "You have beautiful eyes."
Again, he was speechless.
She continued, "Clean him up....for my chambers."
He was taken to an oasis not far from the camp where he was bathed and drenched in the sweet smelling perfumes of the desert. He was then given dark green robes of silk and told to return to the tent...they left him alone at the oasis. At last, minutes to think, to really think. Solaris looked around him. Just beyond a hill he could make out the camp, the rest was desert..endless and similar in all directions. He could see why they left no guards on him, they didn't need any. He had no place go. Closing his eyes, he recalled the days earlier, how he had sought and found stories and information on these vast desert and shuddered when he recalled the descriptions of dehydration. Sighing he returned to camp, not knowing what else to do.
Inside his mistress' tent he found her there and alone. She lay there naked and smiling, sipping her blood red wine as his eyes looked over her oiled body. She said nothing but motioned him forward. Silently he obeyed and sat beside her, still not looking her in the eyes. Her gentle voice spoke, "How do you feel."
He wanted to yell at her, ask her how did she think he felt. Instead he merely replied, "Confused."
He felt her soft hand touch his back as she continued, sitting up and whispering in his ears. "Your lord had promised me one of his subjects in advanced payment, but I hardly expected such a fine specimen." Her mouth traveled down his neck as she maneuvered in front of him. He swallowed nervously, not trusting himself to say anything. She kissed him lightly, her tongue barely touching his as her hands removed his robes easily, no doubt the clothing was made with that purpose in mind. Her fingers light circled his nipples as she spoke on. "Tell me of yourself."
He shook his head slightly. "I can not"
"Why?" Her voice had not heatened with his refusal.
"Because..."He looked at her trying to hide his rising excitement. Trying rid himself of his attraction. "What you did to...what you allowed..." He could not finish.
She laughed lightly, "Do you tell me you did not enjoy it?"
His eyes searched hesr as he remained silent. They betrayed him for she continued to laugh, "I thought so." Her hot mouth replaced her fingers drawing a deep moan from him. Her tongue flickered skillfully over the hardened nipples sending a sweet shudder throughout his entire body. Her hands found his organ and slowly, easily brought it to erection. With one quick fluid motion he brought her under him and gazed into her eyes yet again. He hated her for his predicament, hated her for mocking him, shaming him...hurting him yet now he could not hurt her...now he felt nothing but passion. He eased into her as he covered her breasts with his mouth and hands. She gasped in pleasure as he pushed in and out, quickening his pace with each deep thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist urging him on. Her hips moved up to meet his thrusts making them both moan and groan in heightened ecstasy. He plunged one last hard time into her bringing her over the top and spilling his seed deep into her beautiful youthful body.
After several minutes she eased him off her, resting her head on his hairless chest. "Tomorrow I shall introduce you to my brother and perhaps my sister..." She laughed lightly, "They will be pleased."
**5 days ago Back in Elven Homelands...
Eveyln listened carefully to the conversation she walked in on. Her long blonde hair swished about lightly with the evenings breeze as her deep blue eyes blazed. She concealed herself carefully behind the tapestry despite her rising anger. They had sold him! She had never heard of such a thing in elven lands. Not only was it illegal it was also immoral. Solaris, love...they had sent him to the desert, no doubt, for some desert whore or worse. With the king gone, the prince believed he could do anything he wished. Eveyln growled quietly. She had no taste for the prince nor the deserts, but she would have to face both, the latter first. With that she headed to her home, to gather supplies and weapons...she would need them where she was going.
"Stranger, you are trespassing."
He turned about startled his black hair turning with him. A large man dressed in worn metal-armor carrying a dented shield but a sharp blade stood before him, his black eyes gazing directly at him, the rest of his features covered by heavy cloth.
"Sir," he said, "Are you Areth...if you are my lord sent me here..."
The man came closer bringing a horse he was leading into view. "Aye, I am he. Come with me for a storm begins...my lady awaits you."
Nodding he was hoisted into the saddle and soon an endless smear of sand blocked his view.
From out of nowhere, it seemed, brightly colored tents came into view. His guide took him directly to the large violet one in the middle of the rest where four guards, two on each side, were posted at the entrance. He was amazed at the size of these large bronze men, being small in stature himself, he couldn't help but feel slightly threatened by these enormous desert humans. He was then led into the tent where he met the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long flowing silver hair kissed slightly with blonde strands. Her emerald eyes glistened with youth but remained steady with the skill of a seasoned warrior. Light blue silk covered a small portion of her body leaving the rest of her surprisingly pale skin exposed. Then she spoke with a voice of honey, "Greetings elf, I have been expecting you."
"My lady," He kneeled before her afraid he might tremble if he remained standing. "My lord bid me to deliver this message and express his desire of this most eventful and important treaty of the desert humans and elven people."
With the graceful wave of her hand, she summoned a slave girl, in her early adulthood, to bring his letter forward. The girl bowed and took the letter but first gazed at him with a kind of hatred that shocked him. Here sat a beautiful woman and her slave girl, whose beauty also bears mentioning, though her's was a darker stronger beauty of tanned skin and dark features all around than her mistress's but whose demeanor seemed equally dark.
The lady took the letter and read it thoroughly for what seemed likely several minutes before she spoke. "I am afraid Jeslie has poor manors at times...shall I punish her?"
He stood up shaking his head slowly, "No my lady, do not punish your slave."
The lady gazed at him steadily, "You say slave as if it is a bitter taste elf."
He nodded, "Slavery is..." He paused realizing the delicate nature of this diplomatic meeting.
The woman only smiled, "It says here that you are the remaining son of a noble line..."
Solaris looked up sharply slightly shocked, why would the letter mention such a fact. "Yes my lady..."
She gazed at him calmly but with a look that made him slightly uneasy as she passed the letter to one of her guards. "Your name?"
"Solaris..." He cut off as he felt himself grabbed from behind, both his arms now pinned behind his back.
"My lady, I assure you that no deception is intended here." His voice began to tremble.
She laughed lightly, her melon sized breast bouncing in the process. "Worry not elf, the treaty will be fulfilled by both parties...your payment set the deal."
He searched her eyes quickly dread entering his heart and then denial. "No..."
Her eyes turned to her slave girl, "Shall I punish my new slave Jeslie."
Jeslie dark red lips slowly curled into a smile, "No my mistress...allow me."
The slave girl approached him casually and withdrew a knife slashing his robes in one quick motion and tearing them away from his body in a fury he could not understand.
He remained silent for what could he do?
Jeslie dropped her knife and began running her hands over his body so slowly it was almost torturous. Her hot mouth clamped onto one of his nipples and began to sucking followed by the biting and tearing with her teeth. He gasped surprised almost not hearing the lady's words. The pain and pleasure ignited his entire body in a wave of heat.
"Elf, you will make a fine addition as my slave after some fine tuning. You lord was very gracious indeed."
The girls lips traveled to the nipple and doubled her efforts causing him to gasp in heightened pain. He tried to arch away but those behind him would not budge.
He was speechless and for the time being at a lost. This betrayal had no warning...there had been no hints of...He breathed heavily looking down at the girl who was watching him steadily, a smile played on her lips. Her tongue traced lightly from his nipples and across his quivering abdomen to his hardening cock. She clamped down and not too gently on his organ creating a deep fear which quickly overtook him.
"Please..." Her teeth closed slightly, and he felt himself begin to sob.
"Enough!" The lady's harsh tone caused all heads in the room to look in her direction.
Jeslie backed away obviously angry.
The lady looked to him. "Kneel."
The guards let go, but he hesitated.
"Kneel!"
He dropped to his knees shivering although the desert provided no cold. A large hand clamped his shoulder and shoved him roughly forward to all fours. A taut muscular body pressed against him, it was Areth. Large meaty fingers probed his ass making him flinch and gasp. First one finger and then another. He tensed which caused pain to ripple through his entire body. Solaris looked to the lady his mouth slightly open in a silent plea, he noted an icy glaze in those eyes he had not noticed before, and his heart sank. Areth positioned himselfm and he felt the head enter and yelled in pain. And then the pounding began. Areth shoved his large shaft in him in brutal thrusts not heading his shouts of pain. The rock hard flesh was oiled but his small frame could not compensate at such a quick rate. His body trembled as the sweat drenched man continued to ride him in a manner he had only heard of. His voice was becoming hoarse and he prayed for it to end. He did not know when he stopped screaming, or when Jeslie had approached him again This time she was unclothed, and he remember her mouth finding his organ and caressing it with her sweet tongue, and having pure ecstasy overcome him. Somehow, Areth had reached such a depth that sent nothing but pleasure soaring through his body were pain was dominant before. He was breathless and kneeling when they pulled away. His body ached; he was afraid to speak, afraid to anger her, afraid of what he might say...even afraid to look.
"Solaris," The lady's voice beckoned him.
He did not, could not look at her.
"Solaris," He noted a harsher tone when she repeated his name.
Slowly he looked up, his eyes glistening slightly.
She merely smiled. "You have beautiful eyes."
Again, he was speechless.
She continued, "Clean him up....for my chambers."
He was taken to an oasis not far from the camp where he was bathed and drenched in the sweet smelling perfumes of the desert. He was then given dark green robes of silk and told to return to the tent...they left him alone at the oasis. At last, minutes to think, to really think. Solaris looked around him. Just beyond a hill he could make out the camp, the rest was desert..endless and similar in all directions. He could see why they left no guards on him, they didn't need any. He had no place go. Closing his eyes, he recalled the days earlier, how he had sought and found stories and information on these vast desert and shuddered when he recalled the descriptions of dehydration. Sighing he returned to camp, not knowing what else to do.
Inside his mistress' tent he found her there and alone. She lay there naked and smiling, sipping her blood red wine as his eyes looked over her oiled body. She said nothing but motioned him forward. Silently he obeyed and sat beside her, still not looking her in the eyes. Her gentle voice spoke, "How do you feel."
He wanted to yell at her, ask her how did she think he felt. Instead he merely replied, "Confused."
He felt her soft hand touch his back as she continued, sitting up and whispering in his ears. "Your lord had promised me one of his subjects in advanced payment, but I hardly expected such a fine specimen." Her mouth traveled down his neck as she maneuvered in front of him. He swallowed nervously, not trusting himself to say anything. She kissed him lightly, her tongue barely touching his as her hands removed his robes easily, no doubt the clothing was made with that purpose in mind. Her fingers light circled his nipples as she spoke on. "Tell me of yourself."
He shook his head slightly. "I can not"
"Why?" Her voice had not heatened with his refusal.
"Because..."He looked at her trying to hide his rising excitement. Trying rid himself of his attraction. "What you did to...what you allowed..." He could not finish.
She laughed lightly, "Do you tell me you did not enjoy it?"
His eyes searched hesr as he remained silent. They betrayed him for she continued to laugh, "I thought so." Her hot mouth replaced her fingers drawing a deep moan from him. Her tongue flickered skillfully over the hardened nipples sending a sweet shudder throughout his entire body. Her hands found his organ and slowly, easily brought it to erection. With one quick fluid motion he brought her under him and gazed into her eyes yet again. He hated her for his predicament, hated her for mocking him, shaming him...hurting him yet now he could not hurt her...now he felt nothing but passion. He eased into her as he covered her breasts with his mouth and hands. She gasped in pleasure as he pushed in and out, quickening his pace with each deep thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist urging him on. Her hips moved up to meet his thrusts making them both moan and groan in heightened ecstasy. He plunged one last hard time into her bringing her over the top and spilling his seed deep into her beautiful youthful body.
After several minutes she eased him off her, resting her head on his hairless chest. "Tomorrow I shall introduce you to my brother and perhaps my sister..." She laughed lightly, "They will be pleased."
**5 days ago Back in Elven Homelands...
Eveyln listened carefully to the conversation she walked in on. Her long blonde hair swished about lightly with the evenings breeze as her deep blue eyes blazed. She concealed herself carefully behind the tapestry despite her rising anger. They had sold him! She had never heard of such a thing in elven lands. Not only was it illegal it was also immoral. Solaris, love...they had sent him to the desert, no doubt, for some desert whore or worse. With the king gone, the prince believed he could do anything he wished. Eveyln growled quietly. She had no taste for the prince nor the deserts, but she would have to face both, the latter first. With that she headed to her home, to gather supplies and weapons...she would need them where she was going.