Cure for Loneliness

Alice ran both hands through her thick, dark hair, letting her exhaustion seep through the motion. She finally finished wiping down every chair, counter, and surface in her inn. She plopped down in a chair, listening idly to the roll of thunder and the gentle march of rain from outside. Tiredness stuck to her very bones, yet, the feeling of longing was there. Ever since her husband had gone off to war, she would find a burning, roiling feeling in the pit of her gut, down so low as to tickle her nethers. It drove her mad, to the point where she tried to satisfy herself several times, but touching her rosebud or sticking fingers inside herself never quite did the trick, leaving her ever more frustrated as days rolled past. She sighed, annoyed, as one hand drifted down to her crotch to rub the soft swell of her womanhood. At least it felt good to start her self ministrations.

A knock at the door made her jump, her hand flying away from its perch and her cheeks suddenly burning red. She sat for a brief moment, stunned, waiting to see if it had actually happened. Another set of rapids taps.

"We're," she had to stop and clear her throat to be heard, "we're closed! No more ale tonight!" It might be Old Man Adred, she did not need him begging for booze on a night like this.

"Please!" A voice called back. A woman's voice. Definitely not Old Man Aldred. "I'm not from here, I've no where to stay. Just some shelter from the rain, if you would be so kind?"

Annoyance still stewed in her nethers, but her heart softened a bit. The accent did sound foreign, light and soft-edged, and it really was a miserable night.

"One moment!" She called back. Alice quickly inspected her skirt for suspicious water marks. None, thankfully, she'd been interrupted too early on in the process.

"Thank you! Divines bless you!!" The voice called back.

Alice hurried over to the door, skirt swishing around her ankles, and undid the bar and latch that held the portal shut. She whipped the door open and made a scooping motion with her other hand. "In! Come in, quickly now."

A figure wearing a hooded travel cape zipped in past her, and Alice closed the door against the incredible downpour.

"You're lucky, stranger," she started to say, "a night like this I'm not usually up this late -" She turned to regard her guest and the words fell out of her throat. Her first impression of the stranger was breasts. The cloak, a deep green Alice noted idly, was not quite closed over a substantial bosom that poked out between the front portions of the garment. Glistening with drops of rain water, whatever the woman wore underneath was not up to the task of covering the soft mounds, and they rolled up and down as the stranger took deep breaths. Alice abruptly realized she was staring and lowered her gaze, clearing her throat as she did so.

"Uh, anyway, very lucky." She said, cheeks burning once again. And what was this she felt on her loins? She hadn't felt that since -

"Eight blessings upon you, goodwoman." The stranger interrupted her musings, bowing slightly and showing, somehow, even more of her chest for a moment. "I was afeared I'd be lost out there with no kind doors open to me." The woman pulled back her hood, and Alice couldn't help but gasp, even after the other shocks of the evening. The woman's hair shone like copper, her eyes seemed as deep as fine-cut emeralds, and her youthful face tapered down to a soft point on her delicate chin. Beautiful, aye, but that was not what surprised Alice. The woman's ears stretched out to graceful points to either side of her head, and delicate golden tattoos of leafed vines ran up her neck and across her cheeks to end under each eye.

"An Elf." Alice breathed. Elves never came this far north, or so she thought. She had never met one, nor had anyone she knew. Everyone knew rumors of Elves and spoke them in excited whispers, but she knew as much about real Elves as she did the surface of the moon.

The Elf blushed, the color bright and startling under the shining tattoos. "I did not mean to startle you," she said, gaze dropping, "I'd have told ye at the door, but I did not know if my kind were welcome in these reaches.'

Alice shook her head to stop staring. It was like seeing a fairy tale creature come to life and realizing it to be far more enchanting than she could have ever imagined.

"Don't worry," Alice said hastily, embarrassed now, "I understand the deception and I'm still happy to give you a place. I'm Alice." She held out one hand as merchants would when greeting a new customer. She was entirely taken aback when the Elf swept past her hand and wrapped her in an embrace, arms tight around Alice's neck.

"I can't thank you enough," she said happily, "your kindness will be repaid." Alice tried not to notice the feeling of the Elf's soft breasts pressing into her own. The Elf stepped back, leaving a hand on each of Alice's shoulders. "In the Glades I am known as Fridafolund, but you may call me Frida if that is easier upon your tongue." Frida graced her with a beaming smile that made her stomach flutter like a whirlwind of Autumn leaves.

"It is good to meet you ... Frida." Alice managed. Her skin felt hot under the grasp of the Elf's delicate hands.

Frida released her grip and stepped back. "May I hang my cloak, friend Alice?"

"You may." Alice nodded, trying to wrap her mind around the exotic stranger and the new feelings tickling the bottom of her stomach.

Frida undid a starburst-shaped clasp under her bust and pulled off the wet cloak. Underneath she wore unusual clothing of green and black. The shirt-like portion of the outfit left her shoulders and cleavage bare, running down the Elf's sides to hang like a skirt off her appreciable hips and just down the tops of her thighs. An open line ran down the middle of the shirt, leaving a tiny window of pale skin from which her navel could be seen. Long, fingerless gloves ran from Frida's knuckles up to just shy of her shoulders; similarly, stockings traveled up her shapely legs to stop shy of the skirt, displaying a few inches of flesh. Looking closely, Alice realized that the tattoos on Frida's neck and cheeks also ran over her shoulders and down her thighs.

Alice's mind gawked at the provocative outfit, but her mouth, thankfully ran by a more practical part of her mind, said, "No wonder you were cold! You're poorly dressed for the wet season."

Frida blushed again, setting the cloak on a hook mounted on the wall.

"It's far warmer in the Glades, to be sure," she said, "I did not realize how different the rest of the world could be."

This comment struck a curious note in Alice's head. "Have you ever traveled far from your, uh, glades?"

Frida shook her head, tattoos and hair catching the firelight from the hearth in short bursts. "Few of my people ever stray far from the Gladyr, to be sure, but I am a student of the world. I wished to travel and write and help my people to understand the wider gifts of the Eight Divines." She looked a little sad as she said this, eyes downcast. Then, quick as it had come, the sadness fled her face and was replaced by a grateful glow, locking her gaze onto Alice. "And now I can write of the generosity of the humans of the north! Your gratitude must be repayed in kind." She slid off her leather boots, leaving them under her hung cloak.

Alice looked around at the now sparking inn. Other than the puddle accumulating under Frida herself, there was very little to do for once.

"I'm afraid I've finished work for the night." she said, still looking around. Alice felt a little more comfortable with her eyes away from the Elf. "You could help me cook breakfast come morning, but I don't think many will be leaving their houses if this weather continues." She turned back to Frida and jumped; the Elf had come within arms reach again. Her lips pursed and the corners of her eyes tilted down.

"There must be something I can do to help." She said plaintively. "Here, let me see." Then, with nary another word of warning, Frida extended her delicate hand and placed it over Alice's heart, just over her breast.

Alice started, but shock stopped her from batting the Elf's hand away or moving herself. Frida held a look of concentration for a moment before realization dawned on her deep green eyes.

"You are lonely!" She said, clasping her hands together. "Your companion is gone to the sword-time and you have been left." Frida gave Alice a kind, understanding look. "Allow me to help you."

Alice was just beginning to puzzle how Frida could help her with loneliness of all things when the Elf abruptly looped her arms under Alice's buttocks, lifting Alice up and setting her on a table. Alice's jaw dropped and words failed her. Then, with no hesitation whatsoever, Frida dropped to her knees and pulled up the hem of Alice's dress, revealing her maidenhood.

"Wait!" Alice squawked. "What are you doing?"

Frida looked up, confused. "I am helping you with your loneliness. This is a common practice among the Alfar, both for providing comfort and showing gratitude. Is it not the same for the races of Man?"

"No!" Alice's cheeks burned like the hearth fire. "I ..." she trailed off, her focus suddenly stuck to Frida's lips. A cherry would not have been shamed to share that color, and they glistened softly. Was it unfaithful to her husband if a woman, and perhaps not even an actual woman at that, tended to her? She became aware that her slit was wet, then, wet nearly to dripping on the table. "Perhaps I could accept some of your ... gratitude?"

Frida beamed at her, then the Elf put her face between Alice's legs. Alice felt a cold tingle before something warm and wet prodded at her rosebud, eliciting a sharp gasp. Alice's legs snapped together around the Elf's head, and one of Alice's hands dove down to grab Frida's copper hair. Her husband had never done this, she had never heard of this! But Frida began working her tongue around Alice's bud, and roiling waves of heat started up Alice's midriff and up to her chest.

"Oh!" She gasped, far louder and sharper than she had ever done for her husband. Guilt tried to poke through the overwhelming pleasure, but Frida pushed her head in deeper and began to lap insistently at Alice. The burst of pleasure was unlike anything Alice had ever felt, ever dreamed to feel, and she couldn't help but use the hand tangled in the Elf's hair to shove her in further. After months of frustration and loneliness, this feeling overrode her entire being and made her skin spark like embers in a bright flame. Then, Frida's fingers slipped into her and began rubbing, pushing against a spot that somehow drove Alice even further. Her legs locked iron-tight around Frida's head and Alice gave a shuddering gasp as waves of climax rolled over her, threatening to wash her away. Alice collapsed back on the table, quivering, as Frida stood, smiling brightly.

"I take it you enjoyed that, then?" The Elf asked.

Alice nodded, panting.

Frida moved quietly around and crouched beside Alice's head.

"I have given you the gift of comfort," she said shyly, "perhaps ... you could do the same for me? I, too, have been away from my loved ones for so long."

Her skin buzzing like the air in a storm, Alice considered the idea. She had never been interested in women before. She didn't even know if she was now. And could she ever perform as Frida had? She had no experience. But, even after all that she felt a fire where Frida's tongue had been. Mutely, she nodded, and Frida leapt up and undid the buttons on her long blouse, letting it crumple on the floor. Freed from their scant prison, Frida's breasts shone in the dim light, pink nipples bright and erect. Alice guiltily enjoyed the view until her gaze roamed down and she was treated to yet another surprise.

"You're a man?" She cried, shoving her dress down over her legs and sitting bolt upright.

"No?" Frida looked confused. "You are of the race of Men. I am Alfur."

"But you have..." Alice gestured dumbly at the member exposed by Frida's disrobing. A penis, longer than her husband's, stood erect and ready under Frida's stomach. Alice noticed that the golden vine tattoos crawled up the length of the shaft before making their way down Frida's thighs.

Frida glanced down. "I do," she confirmed, "all Alfur can. Sometimes I am as you are, but now I have what will bring you the greatest pleasure. Was I wrong?" The penis bobbed and began to shrink.

"No!" Alice called, startling herself with her intensity. "How, how can this be?"

Frida shrugged. "We Elves respond to whatever those around us feel. This is what I felt you wanted." Frida gave her a smoldering look.

"I..." Alice hesitated. "I do want it." As soon as she finished, Frida's cock stiffened and swelled, even thicker than it had been before.

"Then let me give you what you want." Frida said. She strode forward, member and breasts bouncing, and seized Alice by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the table. Alice whimpered in pleasure, shocked but aroused to be taken like this.

"Please." She moaned softly.

Frida grabbed Alice's hips and pulled her close. Alice had a momentary glimpse of the enormous, gold-veined cock before it plunged into her wet sex. Alice gasped and grabbed Frida's arms, digging her fingers into the Elf's biceps, scarcely able to believe what she felt. The huge organ pressed against all of her insides at once. Then, with no warning, Frida drew back and thrust, making Alice gasp again. Then another thrust. And another. Within moments, Frida settled into a fast rhythm that drove the air from Alice, along with soft moans, and left her bouncing on the table.

"Oh-h-h-h yes." She moaned, spreading her legs wider. Frida seemed to take that as encouragement and started pounding her harder, undoing what little shame Alice had left.

"Yes! Please!" She cried.

Frida thrust deeply then unsheathed her cock, glistening wet with Alice's fluids, before grabbing one of Alice's legs and flipping her over, leaving her backside exposed to the Elf. Frida reentered, and from this angle her cock pressed against the same sensitive spot that her fingers had found earlier. Overwhelmed by the moment, Alice cried out as Frida began pounding her at breakneck pace, rattling the table. Alice felt shock as another orgasm built up inside her, rubbed into being by the unrelenting pounding.

"I'm going to -" she gasped, before Frida interrupted her in a tight voice.

"Me too." She grunted.

Alice thought she felt the moment that Frida finished, burying her cock inside of Alice and crying out as Alice did the same, rippling shockwaves overtaking her entire body.

Frida pulled out, panting, and sat on a chair. Alice collapsed to the floor, quivering. Looking down, she saw white seed spilling out of her to drip on the floor. How much had Frida cum?

Alice turned to look at Frida, flushed and panting, the golden lines of her tattoos stark on her pale flesh. Her penis twitched, white cum threatening to drip from her tip. Alice smiled at her, and Frida smiled back.

"You are," Frida gasped, "somehow much better than any Elf I have been with."

Alice paused, looking down at the still long cock.

"Do you have another one in you?" Alice asked.

Frida responded by standing and rubbing one hand along her member.