Fan Fiction ❯ How to Make Love to an Elf Prince ❯ Chapter 1

How to

Make Love

to an

Elf Prince:

An Erotic Miri and Kire Story

By Yuki Niji

How to Make Love to an Elf Prince:

An Erotic Miri and Kire Story

By Yuki Niji

Copyright 2003

All rights reserved

No part of this story may be reproduce by any means, electronic or otherwise, without the permission of the publisher, except short passages for the purpose of review.

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How to Make Love to an Elf Prince….

Mirala sat at her desk, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. Kire was due home nearly two hours before and she couldn't think to write. She pressed a finger to her temple and rose, crossing to the balcony outside their bedroom. The palace in the capital world of the Norisha swelled up in the center of the city, over looking the glittering nightscape like a plume of white lily.

Her husband, Kire, was the king's favorite brother, the keeper of the Norisha libraries. She laid her hands on the ivory colored railing of the balcony and whispered to him with telepathy that came so naturally to him, but always seemed like a taboo magic to her. //Kire? Where are you?//

//Miri,// came the distracted reply. //Library. New books. Why?//

//You're late. I was getting worried.//

//Late?//

She could 'hear' the distraction in his thoughts. The world she'd grown up in had not included anyone like Kire. If she closed her eyes, she could see his lips, full and softer, as they murmured softly when he thought to her, through their soul connection. //I'm coming to you,// she replied.

What he sent back formed no words, but simply sent welcome to her, warm and intimate. She smiled, closed her eyes, and imaged, quite clearly trailing the tip of her tongue up his throat, over his chin, kissing the side of his mouth, flicking her tongue at the corner, trailing her lips across his smooth elvish cheek, to pause and nibble at the very sensitive lobe of his ear. She was a writer. Her imagination was very good and through their soul link, she felt his arousal, hardening between his legs, under the laces of his pants, and his groan echoed through their link so clearly she could almost hear it as if she were really pressing her cheek to his.

//Hurry,// he thought, with the unspoken implication that she'd started something he didn't want to finish on his own.

She closed the connection with a satisfied and excited grin. Being married to a blond elf prince was good for her writing, and other things. She'd showered earlier and now her brown curls were dry. Distracted by thinking more about what she was going to do to her husband for being late, than the present, she ran her fingers through those curls.

One advantage of being married to the king's brother was that she didn't have to leave the palace to reach him. That the palace was home to more people than the population of her home world's capital city was an advantage in that no one really looked at her when she left their home in an ankle length black trench coat and pink silk slippers. Palace life was a great deal less restrained than the nearly Victorian ethics of Bryna.

The streets inside the palace were filled with all manner of sensual and artistic delight. The Norisha did not believe in abstinence, but in beauty and science, skill and delight. Taking familiar paths through gardens, passed shop windows with objects that would have been too unthinkable to even be illegal on her home world, she approached the Norisha Royal Library from the side entrance. It was a huge building, easily ten times the size of the entire market district at home and filled with more books than she had believed existed.

Built of dark stone, she always felt like a gothic princess, slipping through a forbidden palace when she meet Kire here. Unquestionably his domain, there was even a sculpture of her, done with suggestive little elf ears and only the mass of obsidian flowers held in her arms, vines trailing suggestively down the delicate body of the sculpture for clothing. She'd nearly cried when she'd first seen it. It made her seem so beautiful, lips parted, chin tilted as if she waited for a kiss, the curves of her body outlined more than hidden by the living ivy that grew over the stone copy of her.

Pausing at the sculpture, she knelt to find the remnants of a small candle that was still warm, though it had burned itself out. It was a calling candle, of bees wax and night blossom, honey and magical scents that there were no words for in her language. Closing her eyes, she lifted the fingers she'd touched it with to her nose. The scent stirred into blood, making her nipples harden under the supple leather of her coat.

A tingle right between her shoulder blades made her look over her shoulder, and there he was, Kire, on the balcony outside his office, holding a red rose in one hand. The silver laces that held the front of his pants together was already loosened, as was his braid. Long moonlight colored hair fell over his shoulders, down the railing. He'd taken his jacket and vest off, now wearing just the flowing linen undershirt with ruffled collar and lace cuffs that lay over long fingers. He twirled the rose in those fingers, smiled, a seductive smile that knew he'd caught her attention. Kire tossed the rose to her, slowly drew his tongue over the edge of his upper lip, suggesting what he'd do to her with it when she got to him, then walked back into his office.

There was a tightness, a holding of breath that only her husband could do to her. It started at her throat and went right over nipples that were getting more sensitive, down her belly and right through the soft brown curls to the living pearl and the secret passage that only Kire could enter. Picking up the rose, imagining she could feel his magical energy clinging to it still, she ran up the stairs to the next floor where she found his office door standing open.

For a highly technical culture, the Norisha surely loved candles. His office was filled with candlelight. It was probably the only culture in the galaxy that could burn a hundred candles in a room full of books.

Kire leaned against his desk, facing the door. Magic candlelight flickered over him, casting him in warm golden shadow, reflecting fiery colors across the metallic silver ribbon laces that he'd partially undone. Their eyes meet, held, communicating the way only kokoro-haigousha, soul mates could. It went beyond telepathy, blurring the boundaries of their being with a mix of empathy and bonding.

As she closed the door, shivering with the echoes of desire coming from him, he peeled his shirt off, pulling linen away from hard muscular body, lean and every bit the Elven prince no matter that he was a librarian. It made her smile, the way his hair seemed like an avalanche, pouring from his shirt as pulled it all the way off, the way his stomach tightened, showing a line down the center, across it.

//Beautiful,// she whispered through their telepathic connection, holding her lower lip between her teeth and letting the leather jacket open, slide down her shoulders, then drop to his office floor.

The candlelight layered her in light and shadow as well, glazing over the curve of her breasts, making the taunt nipples seem taller than they were maybe. His eyes wandering over her always created a feeling of being the most beautiful woman in all the worlds for her, brought color to her cheeks, and she looked down at the floor for a moment, just shy, not able to stand the unadulterated sexual longing in his blue eyes. Goosebumps danced over the back of her neck as she pulled the pins out of dark curls and they fell around her shoulders, neck.

Tender fingers caught her chin, lifting her face up. "How can you still be so shy, a girl who can walk through the palace in nothing but a coat and slippers?" His voice, silken honey, with just enough brandy thrown in to make her belly warm, settled sweetly into her. The fingers on her chin caressed around, tracing tingles over her lips, a foreshadow of his own lips a moment later.

Against his bare chest, her nipples tightened, so sensitive it almost hurt when his chest moved with breath against her, when his strong arm moved around the small of her back to pull her closer. Tongues are like thoughts, dancing against each other, but warmer, tender warmth against tender warmth. He might share his thoughts with others, but he kissed no one except her. Only she had the sweet taste of him that matched his voice, sweet heat that sank into her.

The hand on the small of her back trailed down to cup her bottom, one finger slipping down over the crevice between her cheeks. She whimpered and he lifted her. One slipper fell to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he deepened the kiss, taking her over with an intimacy burned within her, igniting a love for him, her prince, that she had not known existed before him. Love for him engulfed her as she returned his kiss, rocking her hips against the laces of his pants and the hard maleness beneath. If she could open herself to him, become energy and enwrap him with her soul, she would have.

One hand on her bare bottom, the other between her shoulders, he carried her to his desk, and set her down in the center of his world. She tangled her fingers in long pale hair, in impossible living silk. Tangled up in him, she moaned softly as he leaned her back over the desk, her legs still around him as he moved the kisses down to her throat. Breath deep and fluttery against her skin, he left a trail of kisses to one nipple. When he took this sweet center into his mouth, tongue circling around the tip, she cried out, fingers holding his hair, wetness smearing across his pants, up to his belly.

His magic flared at her cry, opening the soul channel between them with a clarity that made her know she was the most beautiful women, the only woman he would chose. More human than elf, she cried out in the voice she knew most, ragged already, too quickly, heated by passion and love, "Kire! I love you!"

//I know,// he whispered back, biting the underside of her breast so softly as one hand skimmed up the inside of one thigh to find the heated moisture at the very center of her being. //I love you too, Miri. I want to hear you cry out.//

"Kire!" She cried, hips arching into his fingers, fingers that knew her so well, moving slickly in her excitement, his thumb stroking her pearl just lightly enough to make the rocking of her hips, her legs around him get her only more frustrated. "Kire! Oh, Kire!"

//What do you want? Say it out loud,// he whispered in her thoughts, coaxing, teasing, eating away at the lingering shyness of her Victorian childhood.

Blush crimsoned across her cheeks and her eyes snapped open. As if she could distract him, her fingers teased down his chest, to his own nipples, pink and prickly with sexual excitement. Panting, she toyed with them, rolling them between her fingers, pulling at them, and he snarled, teeth clenched and dropped to one knee, pulling his nipples free from her distracting fingers.

//Witch.// Even his thoughts were thicker, deepened by passion.

She tried to sit up, only to have his hand on her belly, holding her against his desk as his tongue flicked against the brown curls hiding her pearl, slowly, slow enough to make her groan and maneuver under his firm palm to try to position herself for his tongue. Union between the skillful tip of his tongue and her pearl froze her, arched her back, her breath became a shrill flutter as his tongue stroked, slide between the petals of her sex then back up, lapping at her pleasure as if it were his as well. He stoked her, built up the passion, never quite enough to push her into orgasm, and when her groans turned very much to begging, he sent to her, //What do you want, Miri?//

"Orgasm! Explosion! Make it all white! Kire! I want you! I want you to slam into me, to fill me, ram into me with the energy of water and make me scream!"

//No,// he teased, suckling on her pearl, knowing her limits better than she did. She arched harder, thrusting herself into his mouth, but he held her to the desk, one strong hand on her belly, fingers wide, sharing the bond between them, between their magics of earth and water. //Explode for me, Miri, release now!//

And she did! She could not even hear her own scream as two of his fingers slipped into her sacred chamber, his tongue pressed and stroked at the same time. It started at the center of her being, so tight, as if her whole being were condensed into the very origin of the universe, then echoed out over her belly, nipples, through her heart that loved him even when she floated in the power of her orgasm, tethered only by his slow breath against her pearl, the petals of her center, by the soft purr of his thoughts of loving her that echoed from his thoughts to hers.

She lay there, panting, trembling, glowing, as he kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. Lay there as all she could do as he trailed his fingers over her slick thighs, her clenching belly, leaving blue sparkles of water magic. "You," he said, brokenly in her own language, spoken without magic, learned only from knowing her, "Are the most beautiful woman I have ever or will ever see."

Fingers trembling, she reached to the half open laces of his pants and he moved forward, standing between her legs as she opened the cloth, sought out the staff of his maleness, the root of his magic. In her fingers, he was hard and long, smooth, with a velvety head and a tight sack nearer to his body. He had moonlight curls around the base and she curled up, tongue reaching for him. He steadied her, holding her shoulders as she moved to her hands and knees, wanting him in her mouth.

Fingers pressed into her shoulders as she circled her tongue around the head, drawing the line of his sacred key with her tongue. His cries fluttered as she took him into her, sucking his warmth in, trusting him with her life, her pleasure, her very soul. He caressed her hair, so lightly, not pressing, only petting, loving her as she drew back, swirling her tongue around his shaft. //Say what you want,// she commanded him, turning the tables.

//In you, let me unlock you! I want to place my seed deep inside your belly!//

Very very slowly, she drew her teeth over the head of his staff, then licked away the tiniest dot of pleasure before seed. She rose up on her knees and their lips met in a kiss, as if they could swallow each other, join their souls, share one breath, one heart. Then he laid her back again, hand cushioning her head as she reached the desk, hips moving to seek him, to seek the missing part of her.

His eyes clenched shut as he slipped into her, so slowly, the head of his staff filling, widening the tightness of her secret shaft. Fully joined, her dark curls mingled wetly with his moonlight. She drew her fingers over his back, caressing, welcoming, loving him and he buried his face against her neck, holding her to him as he moved, slowly out, in, making it last, this union that could be shared only between them. She soothed pale hair from his face, touched his closed eyes, then cried out as his body rocked against her pearl, making heat erupt anew within her.

Deliberately he rocked against her pleasure center, and she locked her legs around him, all thought of peacefully coaxing him into his release lost. When she cried out again, her shaft clenching around him, spasming with her second release that made her float in his arms, he thrust hard and deep, conquering her mouth again, sucking in her cries as his seed exploded into her.

Tears wet her cheeks as he lay still, his weight on her body, even the small movement of him within her as he softened felt as if they moved together. "Were you late on purpose," she whispered.

//Yes,// he admitted, kissing her bare shoulder. Out loud, he whispered, "I knew you would come to me, Miri."