Northbound Elf Book Novels & Stories

"Oh?" said the elf. I stood, and dropped my trousers, revealing my erection. "Oh!" she said. I lay on my back. "Your turn to move a bit." I suggested. She hesitated only a moment. Then Fhaernala sat astride me, held me with her fingers, and sank down on my shaft. - "Ahh ..." said someone. I think it was me. She rode me slowly, patiently, seeking her own pleasure. She ground herself against me. Then Fhaernala placed her delicate hands on my chest, and began to slide her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes. Fhaernala came again, grinding, and sagged down onto my chest. I gently rolled her over, and entered her from behind as she lay on her side. It wasn't long before I pulled o

"What brings you so close to our border?" Elara stepped forward. Her sword was drawn but held low. "We are merchants. Our caravan was attacked by wolves. We are seeking repairs and supplies at the trading post." The dark elf's black eyes swept over the group. They lingered on me, on my silver irises, on the frost that had escaped onto my knuckles despite my efforts to hide it. "A Yao," he said. "How interesting." The second dark elf moved to the side, flanking us. His hand rested on his blade.

She pushed it open. It was a library. There were thousands of books. They went all the way from the floor to the high ceiling. The room smelled like old paper and honey. In the center of the room, there was a small desk with one very old book on it. The book was open. Elara walked to the desk. She began to read. The words were simple, but they told a scary story. The book was about Silas and his family. It told the secret of the curse.

Autumn's Reckoning The borderlands house smelled exactly like itself. Elara had been prepared for it to feel different—smaller, maybe, after the months in Blackmoor, or diminished in some way she could not name. Instead it smelled of the cedar-tinged cold of a north-facing wall and old wood and the particular quality of a small house that had been warm and loved, and the smell hit her somewhere below thought and just made her stand still inside the doorway for a moment.

The elf looks at me and smiles while touching my leg. I start to think that he might have read my mind, so to prove that is the case, I think about his hand moving up to my pussy. He blushes but conforms to my thinking and gets his hand under my skirt and puts it on my pussy. I get instantly wet, so when the elf feels that he starts playing with my clit. The elve notices what is happening as she can read minds as well, and she decides to get her fingers inside my pussy as deep as she can, then get them out and lick them.

The first of the three keys. But the library was vast, and the sun was falling fast. “Here,” Elias said suddenly. His lantern revealed a desk half-buried under rubble. On it sat a cluster of books spared from collapse. My pulse quickened. I rushed forward, brushing dust aside. Most were ledgers—trade records, shipment logs, accounts of star-iron mining. But one book was different. Smaller, bound in faded blue leather, edges worn soft by use. A delicate clasp, broken long ago, hung loose across the cover.

This comment seemed to make sense to Lord Breathnach and he gave a stiff bow. "I was not expecting you," he cleared his throat. He was then joined by an Elford with cold eyes and a set jaw. "This is my General, Zhoron Naero," Breathnach gestured to the tall, narrow-faced, golden-haired elflord standing off to the side. "Ah," said Niamh. "I've heard of him. A daring commander, and strategic war advisor."

"The half-elf tribe is still in danger." Before the ratfolk left, their leader had mentioned that the next generation of half-elves would suffer brain damage. Those words gave me the chills. Starvation would indeed slow down brain development, but half-elves were a race of supernatural beings. By all rights, they shouldn't be so greatly affected by it. Even after returning to the tribe's camp, I still couldn't let go of this puzzle. At that moment, a very young half-elf brought over a bowl of water, which Elwin accepted while supporting his splinted leg.

Learning. Then I felt it. A presence behind me. Cold fingers brushed my aura. I spun— Too late. A hand clamped around my wrist, magic flaring sharp and invasive. The elf holding me was different—older, eyes marked with runes burned into the skin. “A ward-bearer,” he breathed reverently. “They weren’t lying.” “Let. Her. Go.” Fenrir’s voice wasn’t loud. It was worse than that. The elf smiled. “Careful, prince. One wrong move and—”

' She thought. As the party interrogated the gnome, Brinn listened with her superior hearing. The elf was impressed by the girl's strength. It seemed like she was in charge of the group. When Brinn heard that the gnomes were going to attack the humans, and that the gnome creature before her was actually a halfling, she knew her report would have to come early. As the group made their decisions and parted ways, the elf pulled out a small silver ball. With an incantation, she enchanted the ball with her message. The ball took to the air and transformed into a bird. It flew off to the north, easily able to reach the elf-folk before nightfall.