An Elf in the Renaissance Ch. 01

I'd always felt more comfortable in a costume. Maybe it was because slipping into character felt like putting on a mask. It was freeing.

As I got older, Halloween no longer seemed to fulfill my desire to become someone else entirely. I needed more. That's when the trips to the Renaissance Faire started.

I'd gone before as a little kid, but I never truly dressed up. I had watched as people in fairy costumes or wenches would flit between the shops, surrounded by others who went above and beyond. My favorite costumes were the ones who went all out. There were Viking warrior men and women in full attire, or even people walking around in full suits of armor. Some went above and beyond and dressed as dragon-esc creatures with wings or even mushrooms with handmade mushroom top hats.

Now that I was twenty, I dove head first into the medieval world with my best friend Alyssa. She was into the historical accuracy aspect, and always designed her costumes to represent a maiden or adventurer. That was cool. Who doesn't like the fair maiden look? But as beautiful as her costumes were, I leaned more towards the fantasy creatures.

After years of experimenting and learning to sew, I'd finally managed to create the perfect frost elf costume. Everything was white with silver hardware which matched the silver leaves and ornaments I'd braided into the white wig. To top it off, I bought white contacts to block out the color of my eyes and a white crystal crown with silver embellishments to tie everything in with a fantasy element. My elf ears were adorned with gorgeous silver earrings that swirled to their shape before dangling beautiful gems. It was a gorgeous costume and I'd spent months on it just for this year's fair.

"We're gonna be late!" Alyssa called from the other room. It was an hour drive from us and since the parking was always terrible, we needed to get there early.

"Coming!" I yelled, slipping my feet into the brown leather boots I'd bought just for today. The skirt was long enough to hide them, so I opted for comfort over style. I carefully made my way to the door and grabbed my cloak.

"You look amazing." Alyssa smiled, tugging on her own boots.

"Thanks. I like the colors you went with this time. And the cloaks are a nice touch since it might rain." We'd considered going the weekend before since the festival went on every weekend for a couple months, but the weather had been so terrible we waited until the last weekend.

"The only problem with going on the last weekend is how packed it will be." She said over her shoulder as we headed to the car. I hiked up my skirts and followed behind, overly aware of the neighbor's kids across the street staring. I waved at them and smiled, but they stayed frozen with shock.

"Maybe they think I'm a ghost." I laughed to myself and tried my best to tuck my entire outfit into the car with me.

"Probably. Halloween is coming soon. You gonna come to my party?" Alyssa started the car and loaded up the GPS.

"Let's focus on one event at a time." I said nervously. I didn't mind parties with Alyssa, but this year she planned to host a bigger one than usual to celebrate her graduation from college. I wasn't sure if I wanted to show up alone.

"Well let me know soon so I can find you a date." She grinned, then put the car in reverse. I groaned and looked out the window.

"Later." I pouted. "We can talk about it later."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna hold you to that." She turned on the radio and we both settled in for the drive.

***

It took us forever to find a parking spot despite arriving right as the event started. So many people were pouring out of their cars and making the trek to the gates of the Renaissance Faire village. It was like the modern world disappeared as soon as you left the parking lot and walked down the gravelly path through the trees. If you ignored the few people who didn't dress up, it felt like stepping back in time.

I saw a few others dressed like fairy creatures, but nobody else dressed like an elf. I couldn't help but lift my chin with pride as people stared or did a double take as we passed.

We made our way through the entrance and headed straight to the food stalls. Alyssa was beyond determined to eat an entire turkey leg this year. The two of us picked our way through thick crowds, stopping to take photos with fellow enthusiasts who loved our outfits.

The line looped around, but wasn't terribly long. We shuffled up a few steps at a time, slowly making our way when a suit of black leather armor snagged my gaze.

My eyes glued to the tall, masculine figure as he walked in our direction. His entire body was covered in handmade leather armor. The leather covered everything, even his face, emphasizing his wide shoulders, slim waist, and the tops of his solid thighs. My heart galloped in my chest and all of a sudden the weather went from tepid to steamy hot. His legs took long, confident strides as he came nearer by the second and it took all of my self control to keep from launching myself at him. I swallowed, allowing my eyes to travel from his helmed face, wide chest, the generous bulge in the black trousers, and back up again. A shiver crept up the back of my neck and I knew he was looking at me, too. I blinked, my mouth suddenly dry, and tucked my shaky hands into the folds of my dress.

"Can you scoot up?" The guy behind me grunted, and I jolted out of a very inappropriate fantasy involving the dark stranger.

"S-sorry." I muttered, hurrying to join Alyssa in line. The side of my neck heated and I tried to subtly turn and watch the dark knight. His head was turned in my direction. I froze. He didn't break his stride, but sure enough, his helmet was tilted towards me as he passed. I stared wide eyed into the shadow of his visor until I couldn't see him without turning around.

As soon as he passed, I blinked rapidly and tried to calm my rapid breathing. Holy fuck. Images of that black leather gliding across the creamy pale skin of my thighs, my stomach, flooded my mind as I tried to quench my desire.

"You okay?" Alyssa asked, pulling out the money push she made just for today. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just yet. "I'm so ready for this. The lines were so long last year. I'm going to devour this turkey leg." I flushed as the image of me devouring something else popped into my head.

***

One turkey leg and a million glances to find him again later, Alyssa and I made our way to the jousting tournament. A large crowd had already gathered. It was a beautiful day despite the mild temperatures, and more than a few people were washing their turkey legs down with some alcohol. A noticeably intoxicated group blocked our way to some of the only remaining seats.

"Hey!" Alyssa frowned at the loudest one, a typical squire dressed in an obnoxiously yellow tunic, and tried to get his attention. "Can you and your friends move out of the path please?" But they didn't hear us over their whoops and hollers as the tournament began.

"The lady asked you to move." A Viking warrior growled from the opposite side and the group backed off under the weight of his glare. His eyes found Alyssa and, if I wasn't imagining things, softened when he looked at her. "You can come sit by us. There's a little room." Alyssa beamed at him.

"Thanks! We'd love to. Lead the way." The three of us carefully made our way to the empty row he'd somehow saved, no doubt due to his welcoming aura. He was a huge man in every sense of the word. Bulky arms and a very defined chest and back bare to the world in his Viking attire. How he wasn't freezing, I had no idea. He and Alyssa hit it off immediately and she couldn't stop chattering for the first three rounds. Just before the fourth run, a pixie snapped at me.

"Could you move over?" Her face was pinched and her hair was bright pink. I sighed and looked to my left at Alyssa and her new Viking crush, Christopher.

"Is there any room down there? Someone wants me to scoot over." I asked them quickly, hoping to rid myself of the annoying fairy girl snapping gum in her mouth. Alyssa opened her mouth to tell the pixie to bugger off or something vulgarly equivalent when Chris spoke up.

"You can come down here. My buddy isn't here yet. He went to take a leak so he shouldn't be back for a while." He patted the empty bench next to him.

"Why 'a while?'" I asked as I shuffled past the two of them to take the seat next to Chris.

"He decided to wear armor."

We watched a few more runs, the blue knight mauling the competition until the green knight joined. The two of them were evenly matched, trading wins back and forth until everyone was on their feet with anticipation. I shouted for the blue knight, Alyssa shouted for the green knight, and Chris shouted just to shout. He earned more than a few flirty smiles and nudges from Alyssa and I started to wonder if I would need to find a ride home.

"Welcome back." Chris called over the roar of the crowd. I looked over to see the dark knight from before and a wave of goosebumps prickled across my flesh. The Viking patted the other man on the back as the knight shuffled past towards me.

All of a sudden I was surrounded by him. There was no way to simply pass one another in such a cramped space. I made the mistake of stepping forward to let him pass from behind, forcing him to brush against my backside. Hard leather met soft, yielding flesh as he tried to scoot over. I had two skirts between us and yet it seemed like I could feel every single stitch in the plates. He tried to side step once more, clearly holding himself away from me as far as possible, when a woman spoke up.

"If you don't mind, could you and your girlfriend share a seat? My kids and I are already pretty squished." The knight stiffened behind me as we realized the woman wasn't going to let him sit down.

"It's okay." I said, looking up at him. "Everyone's standing anyway." It was true. So long as the runs were exciting, the crowd would stay on their feet to cheer for the team they wanted to win. Instead of answering, he gave a curt nod. My core clenched against my will as the need to make him groan, growl, or anything washed over me.

Oblivious to the molten tension barely a foot away, Chris and Alyssa continued to yell and flirt, occasionally bumping into me as we jumped and cheered for our respective teams. The chain reaction had me basically bumping and grinding against the solid wall of muscle behind me. The knight was big on his own, but it wasn't like I was a small woman. With a little padding and a curvy ass, it was impossible to keep from touching him. I tried so hard not to think about it, and eventually I managed some modicum of normalcy.

"Well my fair folk, it is time for a change in the program!" My blood chilled at the announcement signaling the intermission. Panic sent my pulse into overdrive as everyone began to take their seats.

"U-uhm." I started to turn and ask Alyssa if we could squeeze together when a pair of hands tugged my hips back. In a split second I'd gone from standing and panicking to sitting on a very solid lap. I glanced to my right to see Alyssa and Chris not so subtly making out, then I shifted to talk to the knight. His grip on my waist squeezed.

"Don't." He rumbled, the sound vibrating his chest. I swallowed, realizing the position we were in.

"I was just going to ask you for your name." Like a normal person, I reminded myself. Because it would be weird to ask if I was making his cock hard. Redundant as well, because I knew his trousers did have a flashlight in the pocket.

"Galen." His answer was short, but it didn't seem like he was irritated.

"Well, Galen, I'm Bethany." I waited a moment and when he didn't respond, I asked, "Did you make it?"

"Make what?"

"The armor." Wasn't it obvious?

"Hmm." He grunted, a nonsensical answer that had my eyebrows knitting together.

"Can't you talk in more than one or two syllable sentences?" I muttered, my eyes scanning the crowd as we waited for the next tournament.

"I'm a little distracted." He murmured into my ear. Even through the helmet, I could feel the breath of his words as they sent a shiver down my spine. A shiver he apparently felt as he exhaled deeply, his grip on my waist once again clenching.

A small part of me begged me not to, but a much larger, more enticing part of me said, do it. I wriggled on his lap. A microscopic wiggle unnoticeable to anyone else but him, camouflaged as shifting my weight. Alyssa and the knight's Viking friend were busy lip-locking, meaning the only two people we knew were blissfully unaware of my antics.

The first wriggle didn't register, but the second one certainly did. He hummed a growl (there was nothing else to describe it other than just that: a growl) and pulled my back to his chest to hold me still. What he didn't realize was that this new position meant I could arch my chest and provide a more than generous view down the bodice of my dress. The under bust corset hefted my breasts to his gaze and the silky twin shafts of the dress split in the center, revealing the valley of my chest to anyone who dared to look directly down. And from behind, he had nowhere else to look but down.

I had no idea what came over me, but in that moment, all I wanted was to make him want me as badly as I wanted him. My hips flexed and my ass pressed into his groin until I was not so subtly grinding on the hardness between his legs. Both of us began to breathe heavily, my chest heaved and my cheeks flushed as I worked myself over him. One of his hands left my waist and trailed down my leg. I felt every second of his touch, especially when he pinched my thigh.

"Ow!" I yelped.

"Sit still." He tried once more to regain control of the situation. I huffed with frustration, but it was short lived. The second tournament began, and soon the crown was back to jumping and cheering.

***

See, the thing about the Renaissance Fair is the miles and miles of woods surrounding it. Nobody else for miles, no traffic, nothing to remind you this is the real world. All I had to do was figure out a way to get him to leave with me, just for a minute.

I had no way of knowing if he wanted to other than the boner he'd been sporting moments before. Alyssa was busy trading numbers with Chris while I plotted the escape. I'd make up some excuse to drag him away and find out if his breeches had flaps or a zipper. But Chris had other plans.

"Why don't the four of us stick together and see some more shows?" Chris asked with a pointed look of longing at Alyssa.

"Actually-" I started, but Galen interrupted.

"I'm going to do my own thing." My heart plummeted as I whirled to look at him in shock. "With Bethany." He added, and I flushed with embarrassment. Straight to the point, then. Alyssa was grinning.

"Of course! Chris said he'd walk me back to the car, Beth. I need to grab my wallet so I can buy those cute tiaras we saw earlier." She said the lie so easily, but I wouldn't dare mention the money pouch I knew she had tucked in her skirt pocket. Not if it meant I could get Galen alone.

"Sounds good. Meet at the mermaid tanks after?" I asked.

"For sure." She said, and then the two of them were walking towards the path back to the parking lot.

My pulse thrummed in my ears as I fidgeted in place, suddenly shy. Galen came to stand in front of me, a leather gloved finger tilting my chin up so my eyes were visible.

"We can wait for them." He rumbled.

"They're going to be gone for a while." I hedged, unable to look away.

"Doesn't mean we have to. We could check out a show, or shop for anything you want." What was it about men respecting women that made them ten times hotter?

"The only thing I want is you inside of me." I panted, my legs beginning to feel weak with need.

Without another word, he grabbed my hand and led me to the outskirts. We walked and walked until the sounds of others faded into the forest and we were suddenly transported into a different universe. One where he was just a knight, and I was just an elf.

We stood in a small clearing and he towered over me, giving me chills of anticipation. I licked my lips and unclasped the broach of my cloak, letting the thick fabric fall to the ground.

"Will you leave the helmet on? And fuck me in character?" I asked softly.

He didn't say anything, so I hoped that's a yes.

"I hope you don't think it's weird, but I really want you to fuck me in the armor. I can't stop thinking about it."

"I don't think you're weird, Bethany." And then he was on me.

A gloved hand gripped my hair and I could feel it through the wig. The other wrapped around my throat and held without choking me, just tight enough to show me he was in control.

I whimpered, my panties flooding with wetness.

"You can be rough." I moaned, wanting more. Wanting a dark knight.

He shoved me down onto the ground, covering me as I fell on top of my discarded cloak.

"Fuck, yes." I squealed with excitement as he loomed over me.

"I need to take off my gloves," he said in a deep voice thick with lust. His breathing was as fast as my own.

"Okay." I whispered.

He slipped them off and revealed large hands with pale fingers thick with callouses. Signs of a working man.

I squirmed under his gaze.

His hands lifted my dress slowly as they glided up my calves, my thighs. His breath faltered as he revealed my white lace panties soaked with cream.

"Galen." I whined, unable to stay still.

"Call me something else." He demanded, and I blinked for a moment. His hands shoved the skirts of my dress above my waist then reached for the clasps on my corset.

"Sir Galen?" I moaned, my back arching off of the ground and into his touch.

"That's not what a helpless elf calls her captor." He growled deep in his chest, fixing me with a heated stare from behind his visor. His fingers quickly worked the clasps until the corset fell limp to the ground. I had two brain cells left to appreciate my decision to add clasps to bypass the ties in the back.

"Please." I begged, not sure what he was looking for.

"Hmm, better." He hummed in satisfaction. In one move, he slipped between my legs and thrust them forward with his hips, his hands tugging the top of my dress to the sides to free my breasts. They bounced in front of him and his fingers sunk easily into the soft mounds.

"Don't," I cried, playing along. My body and mind were getting into this play. I was being violated by a dark knight. My pussy dripped with arousal as he reached for the flaps on his breeches and untied the string, his cock springing free. It was thick, long, and pink.

"Suck it." He rumbled, the helmet deepening his voice as he knelt in front of me. I swallowed, my eagerness easily mistaken for fear as I crawled to him on all fours. He was magnificent, his cock twitching between my small fingers as he breathed deeply with desire.

He pulled my head down suddenly and the full length of him filled my mouth until the tip touched my throat.

"Don't worry if you gag." He huffed, his hips flexing as I tried to breathe around the size of him. I definitely gagged, and drool dribbled from my chin down onto my chest as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I tried to close my throat to keep him out, but he grunted and thrust harder against my tongue.

"Fuck, your throat is tight. I'm fucking your sweet little mouth, Bethany." His words undid me slowly as he got into character even more. "Your lips are going to swell, and your cheeks will be red. Everyone's going to know I fucked your face."

"Mmm!" I moaned, secretly loving the idea of everyone knowing I was his, even just for today.

He pulled out suddenly and shuddered. "Take off your dress."

"I can't do that! Someone might come." I protested, playing along. It was clear to me now that this was what he liked.