The Thorned Rose

Well, he hadn't even known about beds. Weren't elves supposed to be all knowing? But she didn't get that sense from him. She started to form a plan in her mind. But she would have to be cool and casual about it. She would have to not freak out, again anyway, she would have to disarm him as he had disarmed her, with her words. He seemed eager to fit in, to the point where he had agreed to work of all things, and here of all places.

As she finished up she again checked herself in the mirror. She used some cold water to reduce her flush and clear her thoughts, looking at herself and brushing down her top and skirts, adjusting her corset to better display her bountiful cleavage. Though, if her plan proceeded as she intended, any adjustments to her clothing would matter only briefly before adding to the decoration of her floor.

Mayla stepped out into the corridor and glanced down between the rooms, there were only a few guests staying here, mostly tired travellers just looking for a place to rest that wasn't too expensive or too grimy. A niche she was only slightly proud to occupy.

She pushed open the door to her room, almost cautiously, half expecting the Elf to have been a figment of madness brought on by her work and to find her room empty, but no. He sat on the edge of her bed, looking down curiously, bouncing up and down ever so lightly, testing it.

Taking a deep breath she stepped into the room, his ears twitching as he looked up at her, cocking his head to one side as she closed the door, she looked at him, displeased!

"Any particular reason you do me the rudeness of still being clothed?" she asked, adding a curt tone to her voice as she bolted her door and glanced across at him, sitting on a stool to remove her shoes.

"Wait... Should I not be wearing clothes?" he asked, his voice light and surprised, not in the least bit apprehensive.

"Well it's your first night and you're staying with me, so what do you think?" she asked, glancing at him, speaking as if the right answer was common knowledge, playing on his seeming need to be on the correct side of an answer.

"...No?" he wagered, sounding a little unsure.

"Well if you know the answer, why are you still wearing clothes?" This was probably wrong she thought, coercing a vulnerable Elf into her bed. But it was easy to justify, on a wider scale of things her actions might just prevent another outbreak of those cursed half-elves. On the smaller scale, she wanted to see if the legends regarding the elvish arts in bed extended to the famed males being on the receiving end for a change.

He eyed her, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but as she started to move her hands behind her back, beginning to unlace her corsetry he realised that if she was undressing to him, a total stranger then it must truly be the custom. These humans were such fickle creatures. It seemed in the years since the last elf had returned from his adventures their customs and mannerisms had all but completely changed, unless, more likely, this was a custom saved only for employers and employees, no elf previous to him had ever been an employee to a human after all.

Shrugging he too started to undress, humming casually as he did so, not noticing that Mayla's eyes followed him like a hawk. The blonde woman couldn't believe for an instant that that had worked. If only she could keep this up, not lose her cool, maybe, just maybe..

He untied the ties to his top, letting fabric shuffle off his narrow shoulders to lay on the bed beside him, his hands casually moving to his waist to start fiddling with the ties there. Mayla watched entranced, his porcelain skin revealed to her, his flawless body reminding her of a piece of art she had seen in her youth, although that sculpture of a goddess had nothing the view of a shirtless elf.

She swallowed, she had stopped undressing in her distraction and tore her gaze away from him, focusing on her own clothing, her hands were shaking, making the loops of her corsetry a nightmare to deal with.

She hadn't heard him move, hadn't even noticed a shadow play across the room, she just felt his hands on hers causing her to jump in surprise!

He laughed a little, urging her hands away as his own hands deftly and skillfully moved to help her. "Here let me.. That thing looks like a nightmare.. I can't imagine why you would encase such a perfect form inside such a thing, it must hide your true beauty.."

Mayla felt her cheeks flush once more, what was it about him that was making her so susceptible to his words? She faced this sort of thing day in day out, what was it?

"There we go.." he said as he finished, his hands moving unashamedly to help her off with her top! She found herself blushing at his brashness, but then again, why wouldn't he be so bold after what she had told him?

She felt the clothing that had been tight around her all but peel away from her skin, wincing as she did, she was never at her best when undressing from a hot, long work shift, she knew her skin would show red lines where the corsetry had dug into her and doubted she smelled of roses, wondering just how sensitive the elves senses really were.

Scar set the clothing aside and let out a worried little murr of noise, his silken soft hands pressing into the backs of her shoulders, concerned with the red lines. "You couldn't be more perfect if the Lai themselves had made you.." he said, but his voice was soft, his fingers tracing the marks on her skin.

His words about her echoed her own thoughts about him and it was then that she twigged what it was about him that was making her knees weak. His words were cheesy, yes, but the way he said them were just so genuine, so honest. Everyone before had said them in jest or in an over dramatised way, but the way he spoke made her almost believe him when he spoke of her.

She looked over her shoulder at him and his concerned expression brightened into a smile. "May I fetch some hot water? You look like you could use the relaxation of the heat.."

"I... I.. Sure?.." she responded meekly, again finding herself on the back foot.

He smiled broader and nodded, standing and making for the door to her rooms, casually unbolting and walking from her room, topless, his back obscured by the lengths of his hair, cascading down his back.

She sat on the stool, arms folded beneath her substantial breasts, supporting them as she tried once more to compose herself. It felt like every step forward she took to claiming him he knocked her one step back with a mysterious charm.

She bit her lip, constantly losing the initiative like this wasn't doing her goal any favours. She would have to bring her plans forward, take a risk..

Scar returned to the room after a short while, having found his way to filling a bucket of water, heating it and bringing it and a clean cloth back to her rooms. He pushed open the door, humming a sweet melody before setting the items down and closing the door again behind him.

He turned his attention to Mayla who sat in the stool, fully unclothed now, her legs crossed modestly and her arms under her breasts. She looked delicious, breasts among elves were rarely more than bumps of flesh, they could never fill out a dress like this woman did, her maturity and her figure pushed him to lust for her, so exotic to him, too beautiful.

He set the items down near her and stood in front of her. He was shorter than her by a few inches, but with her sitting she had to look up at him, his hands at his waist, untying his trousers and urging them to the floor, not in a flirtatious way, not striping seductively for her, simply undressing as he thought was appropriate.

Mayla watched as his pants were worried over the fullness of his hips and thighs, falling to the floor and revealing himself to her in all his glory. He was undoubted a beauty, without going any further she knew the legends of an elves prowess must be true although..

"Oh?.." she said, a little surprised as her eyes drifted to his manhood.

"What?.." he asked curiously, not noticing the line of her gaze as he dropped to his knees, wetting the cloth and looking up to her with a disarming smile, charming and enticing all at the same time.

"Nothing it's just... Well, it's just part of me was hoping to receive tonight.. But it seems I'll have to give.." she said, voice demure as he took the heel of her foot in one delicate hand, the other starting to wash her with the hot cloth. The penetrating heat felt heavenly.

"..I don't understand?.." he asked curiously, sliding his cloth and fingers up the smoothness of her legs, caressing and cleaning her, letting the heat work into her muscles, relaxing her.

"Well.. You know? When two people get together? In a bed together?.." she asked, causing his ears to perk up, a sly smile playing at his lips.

"Like we're going to?"

She blushed at his forwardness, even as it fed into her plans, "W-well.. Yes. It's just the.. Well. The -larger- partner," she motioned towards the elves groin with one foot, "Tends to give and the smaller tends to receive.."

He furrowed his brow some but smiled, eying her curiously, "Well yes? That's how it goes.. The large male.." he too motioned down to his own member, which wasn't exactly small, but didn't exactly fit with the word large either, "..Puts himself into a female. Who I guess you could say is smaller in that department?"

She looked relieved and smiled as he started on her other foot and calf, "Oh good. It's good to know humans and elves have some customs in common."

Scar shook his head with a soft chuckle, what had she expected they do if not that? "Do you mind uncrossing your legs so I can clean higher?.."

"Oh, of course." Mayla replied casually. Well, if ever she was going to take a risk in life..

Mayla uncrossed her legs, her cock, which she had pressed between her thighs and held in place by sheer force of will more than anything sprung free. Painfully erect and desperate for attention it stood full and proud, far larger and thicker than she assumed his could muster.

From the shocked expression on his face, she could tell her suspicions were correct. She tilted her head, looking down at him. "Everything alright?.." she asked gently, trying to keep her nerves from her voice.

"I.. You.. We?.." None of the books he had read spoke of this!! Why had such an important fact been kept secret? Was this usual? Had the other elves encountered the same and simply not spoken of it, or lied for the benefit of their reputation?

"What's wrong Scar? You look lost." she prompted again, watching as his eyes drank in the sight of her length, twitching slightly as she, in turn, was enamoured by the sight of him before her.

"N-no I just.. Ah.. Nevermind.." he blushed as he took up his cloth again and returned to washing her, working up her legs towards.. It.

This wasn't going at all like he had planned. Like that his night of making passionate love to this gorgeous human had been flipped around, would he really be on the receiving end of that? What were his other options?

He could of course just leave, just collect his clothes and vanish into the night. But where would he go? He had spent a long time singling this place out as being perfect for his needs and anywhere else could be just as fraught with the dangers Mayla now presented to him. By the way she acted, it seemed what she was doing was the norm. If that was true, he could only really stay here or go far, far from here. The idea of again hitting the road did not fill him with hope.

He cleaned up her thighs and across her stomach as he thought, avoiding that thing for now, though she didn't seem to comment, relaxing and enjoying as his hands explored over her body, he enjoyed the sensation of her form under his fingers, just as much it seemed as she enjoyed his fingers pressing into her body, judging by her persistent hard-on for him.

She hadn't relaxed this much after a days work in longer than she cared to admit. Company wasn't that much of a rarity for her, but nothing and no one compared to the luxury she was bathing in right now, and that was before the fun even started for proper.

She found herself moaning some as he moved around her, working at her back and sides, his fingers working magic on her tired muscle, the combination of his firm but feminine hands and the hot water relaxing and unwinding her, it seemed more a massage than anything.

She was like putty in his hands, his skilled fingers able to elicit a moan or squirm of pleasure from her even as he just cleaned her. He dared imagine what he could do if he..

"Mm.. Now do down there.." she said, voice low, urging, her eyes opening a crack to look over her shoulder at him. He could see the hunger in her eyes.

He didn't reply, hesitant, but eager to make her happy. He sank back between her knees and dipped the cloth in the now warm water, soaking it and wringing it out once, twice, he was stalling.

"Please?.." she asked, gently, urging herself forward an inch on the stool, her twitching cock pushed ever so slightly closer to him.

"I've. I've never.." he started, wanting to confess that the only cock he'd ever seen let alone touched was his own.

She looked at him with a soft look full of warmth, "Oh Scar.. I didn't know you'd never been with a woman before.. Please.. Let me teach you?.. You're so perfect.. You could score a different girl each night working here, you know.. You'd always have company, in your bed, with pillows.."

That prospect in full allured him. Even with her addition, he couldn't deny his attraction to the exotic human. He thought back to the myriad of races he had passed on his way through the city. To bed them all. At the very least he would be able to return to his people with several valuable journals on anatomy.

He nodded ever so slightly, reaching out with his hands to caress the hot cloth up the length of her member, looking up at her from between her thighs as he started to wash her length. The blonde woman was biting her lip in the light of her candles around the room, her hips moving ever so slightly forward, eager to feel more.

He obliged her, running the hot cloth up and down the length, letting the heat and wetness drive her on, even if it was clear she wanted more from him, so much more. With a little reluctance he set the cloth down, it was nothing more than a pretence at this point anyway. They both knew what she wanted, the look she was giving him was pretty universal.

He slowly wrapped his hands around the hot thick rod of her shaft, feeling it throb and pulse between his fingers. He felt her fingers caress through the fineness of his hair, he looked up from her cock to make eye contact with her, looking deep into her desperate eyes.

He squeezed the cock in his two demure hands, wrapped tight around her he started to slowly stroke, the thick tip on display, pointed towards his face, her hand urging him down.

Scar couldn't believe this, his plans, his night, it had all change so quickly, he..

"Mfm!" he complained as Mayla curled her fingers in his red hair, impatiently tugging his head downwards, pushing the tip of her cock in past his lips and into the confines of his mouth.

"Oh.. Oh sweet gods.. The stories do you no justice.. You feel.. Ah.." she held him there, letting him grow accustomed to the thick, hot tip pressing down against his spongy tongue, letting him learn what it felt like to have a dick in his mouth. Something she would ensure he became well versed in.

"Don't stop stroking... Ah.. Ah yeah.. Just like that.. Jack me off into your mouth.." she moaned softly, staring down at him, his deep green eyes, she thought, perfect for looking up at her submissively with her cock stuck in his mouth.

Something instinctive about him kicked in. Little was known about elves and their ways, but their sexual prowess was extremely well documented and evidenced by their offspring, something in Scar told him to pleasure her, even though she wasn't entirely what he had expected, he had seduced her successfully, or so he thought, and now had to fulfill her understanding of elves. Even in this bizarre, turned around situation, he couldn't not be an Elf-slut.

He started to suck, his tongue beginning to move, twirling and dancing around the tip as his cheeks visibly caved in, hugging the cock head as he sucked on it, pressing his shoulders forward and sinking his mouth down around her shaft, drawing her in deeper, his hands adjusting, squeezing, stroking.

Mayla shuddered, her hand resting on his head, her other limp by her side as her mind went white with pleasure, it was unreal, every movement of his lips, every twitch of his tongue, each draw on her cock seemed to be intricately woven threads to a single action, it was what every blowjob should be, each aspect complementing the other in a rising crescendo of pleasure.

She couldn't understand, as she watched his plush lips roll up and down her cock how she hadn't already cum, the pleasure was too intense, too masterfully orchestrated to excuse why she wouldn't peak.

As Scar let out soft feminine noises around her length he focused on his task, kneeling nude between his first boss, his first lover, his first of many things. He could bring her climax at any instant he desired, he knew. But he didn't hesitate out of fear of what such an event would bring, no, he was totally engrossed in the act of pleasuring her. It was an art, an art his people were famed for. A perfect blowjob wasn't a race to the finish, it was an experience, from start to finish, tantalising, encouraging, magical.

He twisted his hands as they glided over the smooth firmness of her cock, from root to tip following the movement of his lips. He didn't move to take her into his throat, he didn't need to and didn't know if he could. He didn't want to spoil his tempo by gagging or choking on her.

He let her cock pop free of his mouth, tongue running down the length, wetting every inch of it as his hands never paused, always in action, if they weren't stroking her shaft they were caressing her thighs, cupping her balls, squeezing, massaging, just simply loving every inch of her fleshy form that he could reach.

Mayla had to make a concerted effort as it was not to relax too much, sitting as she was on the stool if her body went as limp as he was making her feel she doubted she would remain upright, though a part of her wondered what he would be like once she got him into her bed and got herself inside of him. She wanted that, wanted that bad, but just couldn't bring herself to stop him from giving her the best head of her life.

"A-ah.. Yeah, just like that Scarlett.. Suck my cock.." she urged, chewing on her full lip as she watched him, watched the confusion, and then the dawning realisation in his eyes over her words. She had confused him for a girl when he had first entered her tavern. Now here he was, servicing her like a girl, being treated like a girl. A creeping doubt set in that he wouldn't be as much of the barman he had thought.

He slowly lowered his pace and lessened his movements, eliciting a whimper of need from his partner, he was going to work her towards completion, but for that long last push he wanted her as far away from climax as he could, to make the build up and eventual release for her all the more spectacular.

She watched him, unsure as to what he was doing with his lessened pace, but unwilling to disrupt him, the long deep strokes of his mouth and tongue along his cock might not have been as frantically pleasurable as before but it was still leagues above what she had experienced before.

He shuffled on his knees, back arched somewhat as if presenting himself, though from her angle Mayla could see little apart from his splay of fiery hair and those greedy green eyes that seemed to hold her gaze captive. Scar, or Scarlett now, repositioned himself for the final stretch.