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Midsummer's Eve

How Two Elves Learn Each Loves the Other

By Richard WolfPublished 5 years ago 8 min read
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It is Midsummer's Eve, Yrfanis thought to herself. A time when elves celebrated the land, and of love. There would be much dancing and exchanging of gifts. And time spent with one's lover. And I have no lover. Yrfanis smoothed her green blouse, thin, nearly transparent. It left her arms and shoulders bare, and her middle also. She also wore short green breeches, cut off above the knees, and sandals. And nothing else. She smiled, looking at herself in the pool. She saw an elven woman, green haired and green-eyed, with light tan skin. She had curvy legs, firm bottom, a slender waist, and small but firm breasts above. A pretty face, framed by brilliant green hair. A comely woman, she knew, and yet without a lover. She sighed, thinking of her Drow elf friend Aunrae, who had saved her from death, and other, worse things, but a few weeks before. She picked up a gift she had for Aunrae, an armband of silver, with obsidian strips and purple garnet gems. The armband was beautiful, like her friend. The black obsidian matched her skin, the silver her hair, the garnets her eyes. Such lustrous skin, Yrfanis thought. She wished to touch, to caress that skin, she thought absentmindedly, then stopped. Surely not, she thought. Aunrae preferred the company of women, she knew, yet surely she had no such thoughts about Yrfanis! Yrfanis smiled ruefully, and walked out of the clearing, towards the Midsummer's Eve fest.

Aunrae stood in her tree house, looking at herself in a mirror. She was nude. She saw a short woman, of skin the darkest hue, slender yet curvy, with strong dancer's legs, a large, round bottom, slender waist, and full, heavy breasts. A beautiful face, with lavender eyes, topped by long flowing silver hair. She was beautiful and knew it. Yet, in the weeks she had been among the green elves, the clan of her friend Yrfanis, she had taken no lover. She was Drow, she knew, and her people had an evil reputation among the surface-dwelling elves. A well-deserved reputation, she knew as well, yet these had treated her decently. Suspicion and distrust were there, she knew, yet none had offered her violence or spoken harsh words against her. All because of her friend Yrfanis. Yrfanis, whom she had rescued from other Drow, who planned for her a terrible fate. Whom she had saved from that fate, even though she then knew her not, had in fact never seen her before. Since she had come to know her well, to know Yrfanis was beautiful within and without.

Yrfanis, whom she longed to touch, to hear moan with desire and ecstasy... Aunrae shook her head. No, she thought. Yrfanis knew of her own taste for women, yet surely she did not share those tastes! Aunrae looked to a chair, seeing her own costume for the fest. It was but a few straps, covering only between her legs, and supporting her here and there. Daring to these green elves, yet far more than a dancer of Elistraee often wore during such as this. Why, often they wore naught but their own skins! She put the costume on and took up her own gift for Yrfanis. It was a bronze necklace, with green chrysoprase gems. It matched her friend's skin and eyes so well. If only she could caress that skin, as she wished so dearly... Aunrae crushed the thought, and then left the tree house, going to the fest, carrying her gift.

The fest was in full swing. There was music, played by elves, satyrs, leprechauns playing pipes, and even a centaur with drums. Tables groaned with food and drink of all kinds. The two elves, Green and Drow, looked for each other among the throng. Yrfanis saw Aunrae first, the Drow's dark skin standing out amongst the crowd. In particular, since so much of it was visible, Yrfanis thought. Her mouth grew dry at the sight. The two moved closer, and smiled.

"Good evening, my...Yrfanis, You look lovely tonight," Aunrae said.

"As do you, Aunrae," Yrfanis replied, demurely. "You always look so nice!"

"The Lady of Dance has blessed me," Aunrae responds. If only she could give me what my heart desires, she thought. And that is you, my chev. Aunrae offered the necklace. "This is for you."

Yrfanis gasps in delight upon seeing it. "It is beautiful!"

She steps forward, and hugs Aunrae, who returns the hug. They stand together for a long moment.

"I have a gift for you as well," Yrfanis says, showing the armband.

Aunrae is taken aback, yet recovers quickly. "It suits me well. A splendid gift, from a spendid woman." She takes the armband, and prouidly puts it on. "It like it very much, her voice full of emotion. She gestures with the necklace. "May I, my...Yrfanis?"

Yrfanis notes that Aunrae has twice begun to say something, then did not. "Of course, Aunrae."

She releases the hug, having enjoyed the feel of her friend in her arms. It had felt very good, with her arms around her friend. Very good indeed. Now she seemed to feel a sense of loss. She does not know why. She turns around, and Aunrae places the necklace on her, the piece with the gems sliding down between her breasts.

"It is lovely."

Aunrae waves towards two bonfires, blazing. "I wish to dance, as only a Sword Dancer of Elistraee may." Yrfanis nods, smiling.

Aunrae walks gracefully to the bonfire. Others are there dancing as well. There is no pattern to the dancing, all simply dance to express themselves. Aunrae moves, constantly in motion, legs leaping and springing, arms flashing upwards and about. Face upwards to the sky, with a beatific expression. Rump shaking, breasts bouncing. Elves stop to watch. It is an awesome display.

"That is magnificent, Aunrae!" Yrfanis calls. She has a glass of wine and brings one to her friend. Aunrae has a light sheen of perspiration and takes the wine gratefully.

The two continue to chat and drink. They see couples leave the fest and slip into the surrounding trees. They can hear rustling, sighs, moans, and soft cries of pleasure and ecstasy. None seem to care. Sometimes the couples return, twigs in their hair, smiles on their faces. Sometimes not.

The two elves dance as well. Yrfanis loves to dance, as an elf should, yet she has no skill in it. Aunrae dances with her, always dancing in a circle around her.

"Ye dance so well, Aunrae."

"Thank you, my chev, Yrfanis," Aunrae replies.

"Chev? What does chev mean?" Yrfanis asks.

"It means beloved. For you are my beloved, my chev, my lovely Yrfanis." Aunrae places one hand beside Yrfanis cheek, as she looks into her green eyes. "You have a warrior's spirit, a kind and gentle heart, a lovely body, which I... "

Yrfanis wraps her arms around Aunrae. "Ye be a wondrous woman, Aunrae." She looks about at the trees, then back into Aunrae's lavender eyes. "The night is short," she whispers meaningfully.

"What mean you?" Aunrae asks.

"I mean this, my chev," Yrfanis whispers, as she kisses Aunrae on the lips, tongue between. The two stand briefly, then break the embrace. "Yes, yes, my chev," Yrfanis whispers.

"Yes. The night is indeed short, my lovely chev, my Yrfanis," Aunrae responds, her voice husky with emotion and desire.

The two elves slip into the trees, finding a place with soft grass and moss covering the ground. They sink down together, holding each other, kissing passionately, yet tenderly, feeding their desires...

"I have never been with another woman," Yrfanis whispers.

"I will show you," Aunrae sighs, between kisses. She reaches and slips Yrfanis' blouse off, then her sandals and breeches. And her own. Each now wears only the gifts each gave the other. "Lie down. I wish to hear you cry out in ecstasy, my chev." Yrfanis does, and Aunrae moves beside her. She softly kisses her about the face; lips, cheeks, eyes, and forehead, as her hands roam Yrfanis' body. Caressing her, pinching there, slowly working towards the treasure between her legs. Her hand reaches it, finding it slick with moisture. Two fingers slide inward, and Yrfanis gasps in pleasure. Her legs spread wider, as if by instinct. Aunrae moves there, her mouth and tongue on Yrfanis now, two fingers inside, curled upward, finding her Spot. Yrfanis moans loudly as she climaxes.

"I-I never felt that before!" she gasps, between deep breaths.

"You will again," Aunrae promises her.

Aunrae's fingers continue to work, her lips and tongue on her love. Yrfanis' moans and gasps continue, as Aunrae's fingers work on her Spot, her lips and tongue stimulating her clitoris. Finally Yrfanis convulses, with a long loud moan she climaxes, then lies shuddering on the soft moss, as Aunrae pushes her through her orgasm.

After a few moments, Yrfanis has caught her breath. She looks to Aunrae, seeing her lover's face wet with her own juices.

"Now is your turn," she whispers, voice husky with desire and emotion.

Aunrae lies back. Yrfanis kneels between her legs, bending forward, as she kisses Aunrae, tasting herself on her love's lips. She likes the taste, she thinks. Yrfanis' hand caresses Aunrae's full breasts, the other cradles her head, to make kissing easier.

"I have longed for this, my chev," Aunrae moans.

Yrfanis chuckles. Her kisses slowly move downward, as do her hands, feeling, touching, caressing. Licking. Her fingers find that Aunrae is gushing. One finger, then another, slip inside. Aunrae gasps in pleasure. The fingers move in and out, in a slow rhythm, and Aunrae's gasps become low moans. Yrfanis' mouth, slowly kissing and licking downward, finally reach Aunrae's special place. She licks and kisses, nibbling gently. Her fingers inside curl.

Aunrae climaxes explosively. Yrfanis keeps going, and soon Aunrae screams long in pleasure, as she comes again.

After, the two lady elves lie next to each other, kissing and fondling. Being elves, they do not fall asleep. Instead, they both enter a deep, meditative trance known as Reverie. In it, each of them dreams. They dream only of each other, of long lives, perilous adventures, and happiness.

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