Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 03

She was stiff as stone for a few seconds, but slowly she melted into me and her lips began to move against mine. As we separated I saw the glitter of desire spark in her eyes once more. "One day, I will have your legs wrapped around me again." For but a moment Êul was herself again, and an evil smile split across her face. Just as quickly however, it was gone and so was she.

"Promise?" I heard her voice echo down the hall from the way she had gone, and I shook my head. What the hell was I doing? Last time we were together, I had shoved her away, now I was pinning her to the wall and hitting on her. What had changed? I asked myself as I walked the corridors. Unbidden an image of Yanê wrapped around Théron came up in my mind.

I shook my head again and sped up my pace, futilely trying to outdistance my own thoughts. I stopped in my tracks upon reaching the fourth floor landing. The door to Yanê's room was slightly ajar. I pushed it open a slight bit more, wondering if someone was inside, but it was silent in the dark room.

"Don't do it Devon..." I chanted, trying to talk myself out of what I knew I was about to do. I looked up and down the hall, but there was no one in sight. I sighed, knowing this was a bad idea, but unable to stop myself I stepped into Yanê's room.

Torches sprang to life as I stepped into the room. I was quite surprised, as it seemed...bare almost. It was truly far from it, however, the size of the room made it seem as if it was. A large rug dominated the center of the room, giving off a content feeling with a forest embroidered onto it. There was a vanity set directly beside the door as I walked in. beside it a four panel dressing shade partially obscured a standing mirror pressed into the corner.

Two wide bookshelves stood a small distance from the mirror; their dark shelves three-fourths full of books and manuscripts. Beside them, on a raised platform was a strangely shaped instrument like a harp I had never seen. On the far wall was a study table with several opened sheaves scattered across it. It sat between two sets of double doors that led out onto a large balcony.

Against the wall behind the door as I walked in, was a large wardrobe. Against the final wall was a massive four-poster bed, covered with deep green quilts and a wide array of pillows. Beside it was another open door I assumed was to the washroom I had heard tales about. Another, larger wardrobe stood beside the far set of double doors and it extended along the wall to stop behind the washroom door.

I lifted a corner of the rug, feeling the thick wool as my eyes passed over the dust that covered the smooth hardwood floor. I passed by the bed, and stepped over to the study searching through it. Some of the papers seemed to be learning materials, though I wasn't sure, as it was all written in Elvish. Yanê was quite messy it seemed, as everything was strewn about with no regard to order.

I walked over onto the platform that held the instrument and plucked a string. There were too many strands to count easily, but when one string vibrated so did two others. The instrument was enchanted it seemed, as the other two were nowhere near the plucked strand. I arched a brow and began to wonder. Had I found it? How the hell did someone play this thing anyway?

I stepped over to the bookshelf, rummaging through them. Titles flashed before my eyes as I searched. All of the books on the top shelves were in Elvish, but the further down I went, some started to be in Standard. Diplomatic Interspecies Relations, Communing Beyond the Veil, Mind Over Matter: Magick and It's Use, Real Strategies for Battles of the Mind, A King's Wrath: The Birth of The Divide. This last one caught my eye as I searched, and I pulled it from its place.

It detailed the history of The Divide, the beginning of the war between humans and elves. An orcish servant living in the elves' royal palace at the time wrote it, apparently. She recorded the events that led up to the first conflict between the two races. She started by claiming the king was a just ruler that had welcomed the humans into his city. She wrote that a treaty had been formed between the two races. Yet, for reasons she could not understand a week after the human envoy left the elven king declared war on the entirety of humankind.

Everyone knows that the city of Illintár was the starting point of the war. There were six families, six Houses, which defended the city, and ultimately, the royal palace itself: The House of Thillinté, the House of Illishrâ, the House of Elwonê, the House of Bávra, the House of An`tara, and the House of Délore. When the king declared war he requested defenses be put into place to safeguard the great city of Illintár.

In response to this request, the six Houses built massive walls around their own homes, connecting them together at the edges of their lands, effectively encircling the entire city. The walls were enchanted with every spell and magick the families could conceive. Once the walls were in place, each house maintained them separately. As the generations of each House placed more spells over a section, the entire wall took on each enchantment, making the city completely impregnable.

The palace was safe according to the servant, and the king was satisfied with the walls. Yet, she later wrote of a break in the palace defenses not long after the walls were completed. The servant was certain that nothing had made it into the palace, yet she lamented that a serious injury befell the queen. After that incident the servant remarked how the king refused to ever let the queen leave the palace grounds.

I had become very interested in this part of the book, but before I could read any further a laugh brought my attention back to the room. Yanê. I hesitated for a moment, thinking; I had never heard her make that sound. It was a beautiful sound that made me smile despite the circumstances.

I shook my head, and not wanting to be caught where I wasn't supposed to be, I dashed over and tried to tuck myself behind the standing mirror. A piece of cloth caught my foot and hooked onto the edge of the mirror. I attempted to pull my foot in, but the fabric held fast, until slightly irritated, I reached down and pulled it free. I got my foot in just as Yanê walked through the door.

I watched through a small space between the mirrored glass and the metal frame that held it as Yanê curiously looked around the room. My stomach dropped as Théron walked in behind her, his eyes roaming all over her. She turned to him and I couldn't tell what they were saying, as they were speaking in Elvish. It sounded as if she was asking him a question, but his response was noncommittal.

She still kept a small smile, though it was muted as she walked to the other side of the bookcase. The dressing shade hid Théron from me as Yanê stepped up to the strange instrument. Yanê plucked a few strings experimentally then took her place beside it. When playing a harp one typically stands on one end, but Yanê stood directly beside this instrument, placing her fingers upon the strings similar to piano keys.

She brushed over the instrument with feather light sweeps, and yet the notes rang out pure and sweet. She started by laying a few low notes, then built upon them. The music built higher and higher, enhanced by its own complexities. My lips parted in awe as she began to play a symphony of music. Every note she played rebounded around the room and interlaced with the next, making it seem as if an entire orchestra was playing with her.

I leaned my head against the mirror and closed my eyes, listening to her heart. She began to weave a tapestry of music, and I could see her emotions and feel the thoughts within her as she played. Her music whirled across the room, into me and through me, and then flowed back to her as her fingers danced through the strings. Her pain, her hope, her ambitions and dreams; I saw it all in those notes. A tear slid down my face as her story came to a heart-wrenching end.

I nearly let out a sob, but caught myself just in time as I remembered I wasn't supposed to be here. Right on the heels of that thought was the realization that I was not the one that song was for. I felt like I had been kicked in the gut. What had I been thinking?

I looked up as Yanê asked Théron something, her voice frail and hopeful. Whatever Théron's response was, it had a devastating effect on her. Her smile was still there, but I saw it. I bowed my head again as something inside Yanê shattered. I looked up at her, wanting to do...something, I didn't know what. My movement, however, caught her attention.

For a second we looked at each other and I don't know who paled more, her or I. In the next instant she turned back to Théron, her composure shaken. "Théron I thank you for your honesty, and I do forgive your earlier transgressions." She walked down from the dais, stopping at the edge of the dressing panel, keeping him from being able to see me. " And I'm sorry to cut our time short, but I have had a tiring day. Would you please tell my mother to let me rest, until supper?"

I could see their outlines through the shade, and I noted how Théron hesitated at the transition into Spoken Standard. Yet, he gave a curt, "Ok," then, before Yanê could move, I saw him pull her in and kiss her. That feeling of being kicked in the gut morphed into molten lead. Yanê sat there rigid, not pushing him away, but not accepting the kiss either. I watched as Théron stepped away from her, and could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke something in elvish, before walking out.

Yanê sat there for a moment and I pulled myself from behind the mirror, walking up behind her. She turned around...and started crying into my shoulder. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. I settled for wrapping my arms around her and holding her for a few moments.

I tried to ignore how her lithe form pressed against me, or how her thigh length dress rode up ever so slightly as she shook. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head and just be there for Yanê. Her intoxicating scent washed over me, however and my desire for her came rushing back. "You know, that was some amazing, beautiful music you played." I said, trying to get her to stop crying, as much as to ignore my own reactions.

Yanê looked up at me, her tear filled eyes glistened as she stared at me. She was so beautiful, and without thinking, I leaned down and kissed her. She stood as rigid as she had with Théron, but after a seconds hesitation I felt her hands slide up around my neck as her lips began to move against mine.

My lips dueled with hers, continuing what we had started earlier that morning. This time though, no one was there to interrupt us. I took her lips, claiming her for myself. She whimpered as I pulled her closer, and I felt her tense when I started kissing down her neck.

I spun around, pinning her against the wall beside her bookcase. A gasp slipped between her lips before I took them again. Her hands pulled me closer, sealing her body to mine. We stayed like that for a while, exploring each other. Her fingers traced over my shoulders, sliding down my sides and back up my chest, before wrapping around my neck and entwining in my hair. My hands slid down her back, gripping her waist and pulling her to me.

She gasped as she felt my excitement and gave another slight whimper. I felt her shiver against me and all I wanted was to carry her over to the bed. I pulled away, fighting to control myself. 'No...Not yet, not now.' I thought as I fought my desire. Yanê let out a gasp of surprise as I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms.

I walked over to her bed and after pulling the covers away, gently laid her down. Her own desire showed fully on her face as she looked up at me, and for a moment I was tempted to take her right then. She expected me to, that much was obvious, and I smiled at the look of utter confusion as I pulled the covers up around her. "Rest, my dear Lady Yanê. I will have someone come wake you for supper."

Yanê's surprise turned into a slight pout. "That was to get him to leave..." she began to mumble. I cut her off with another kiss chuckling against her lips as her arms encircled my neck yet again. I pulled her arms from around me, pinning them above her head and deepened the kiss. My tongue dueled with hers until we were both light headed.

Her breath was as ragged as mine when we separated, and it took everything not to rip that dress off of her. I leaned down again and placed a tiny kiss on her cheek before I stood. "Rest, Lady Yane." I leaned down one last time and whispered into her ear, "You will need it when I come for you after supper." The look in her eyes as I backed away was one I will never forget.

I kept her gaze as I backed up to the door. Then with a slight bow I retreated from the room. As the door closed I laid my head against it for a second, reliving the last few moments. Then with the knowledge of what was to come, I turned around... and came face to face with Théron.

His face was a mask of anger and confusion, and for a brief second I thought he had been standing outside Yanê's door the whole time. That fear died when he asked, "You, slave, where is the way back to the meeting hall? I-" he stopped as he realized the room I had just walked out of.

His eyes narrowed as he stepped up to me in challenge. "Lady Yanê," he spoke formally, "has requested to be left alone until supper." He spoke in a manner that was quite blatantly saying 'stay the fuck away from her room'. I smiled at the posturing elf, and nodded.

"She said much the same to me." I responded. Théron did not look pleased with this remark. His fists clenched for a moment, and his shoulders tensed.

"Then what were you doing in her room?" he asked, venom coating his words. My diplomatic smile returned to my face as I shifted my weight subtly. I could tell he wanted nothing more in that moment than to smash my teeth in.

"Well, if you remember, she also requested I await further instructions by her door when she dismissed me from the meeting hall." I pointed behind him as he drew back ever so slightly. "Which, by the way, the stairs to are three corridors down, take a right and then your two immediate lefts."

He didn't move. "Where were you then?" he asked deadly quiet. I lost my smile as he grabbed me around the throat, pressing me against the wall beside Yanê's door. My own hands clenched into fists, but I restrained myself from any action. "Where were you while she and I were inside?"

"Our chef is not always easy to find, as she sometimes has to deal with her own supply problems." I lied smoothly, "I offered to deal with the supply room, which took a few minutes more than I expected." I grabbed his wrist and pulled myself free; elves were usually more agile than humans, but we typically held the strength advantage.

"She is expecting me back to help her with the preparations for supper." I walked past him without waiting for any acknowledgement. I listened closely for any sign he was following me, but he seemed to head off to the meeting hall. As I walked down the steps I knew; I had another danger lurking within these walls now...

"Huunnggrryy! Mussa find food!" Fedge knew more about the castle than any living soul; that he knew with a certainty. Oh, that rat that had taken up residence in the attic had known a few more passages than he did for a while, but that stuck up rodent was not living any more. Fedge laughed to himself at where he had 'stuck the rodent up' at. The chef, Engie still couldn't find the source of the stench in her room. Nor would she, or anybody else besides Fedge now.

The little imp stood up on the ledge he had been laying on, and stepped to the edge looking down four floors. This was a place that Fedge called home. It was also a place no one else that lived there could get to; the spaces between the stone walls of the castle. He jumped across the gap between the walls and grabbed the small chunk of wood he used as a spear.

Fedge loved the space here. He could move between floors and rooms in seconds. It was never more than a few inches apart, but for him this space was enough. This was his greatest asset within the confines of this castle. More than once had he stolen morsels from the kitchen, only to eat them a minute later in the attic. A few times he had even found out tightly guarded secrets by flitting through these passages. "Ala-most sup-sup time!" he said as he sniffed the air.

Fedge fell backwards off the wooden beam. He dropped two stories, using just his smaller set of wings to slow his descent. His larger wings were too big to fly within the walls, but he could easily climb the wooden beams, and his shorter pair slowed his descent enough that even the longest drops weren't enough to hurt him. He landed by the second floor fireplace, intending to warm himself for a few moments.

As he sat back against the warm bricks a laugh reached his ears. The new human Devon had sealed up many of the cracks and crevices that Fedge used to spy and move around the grounds over the past month or so of being here. Most were sealed, but not all, and those that Fedge used most often, he would break back open with his spear.

Fedge slipped over to one such opening; a hole the size of Fedge's hand that a picture brace had once sat in. On the other side of the hole Fedge noticed the maroon walls of an unused bedroom. The fire burned low in the room, but Fedge was used to having no light. He could see perfectly fine.

"Hmph. Stupid elfie-boy! Whaten are you doin with dumb-dumb Iny-girl?" he asked himself as he watched...Théron he believed his name had been. The young elf boy that was with the trade caravan that Fedge had spent half the day raiding. He had been caught by a pretty dark elf, but had still managed to snatch up a small snack and even some silk. Silk! He couldn't wait to make himself a new hammock out of the soft fabric.

Fedge's musings were cut short by another giggle. Théron had slipped a bottle of wine from somewhere and he had Inir quite tipsy by now. Fedge wondered how long the two wood elves had been here. Théron slipped up behind Inir, sliding his hand under her shirt and trailing his fingers up and down her back as he whispered in her ear. She mumbled a half coherent reply. Something about Devon and Yanê that Fedge couldn't make out. He hated this Standard Speech!

Théron did not seem to like the answer he heard, but luckily Inir was not looking at his face. She had her eyes closed, reveling in the things she was feeling as Théron's hand traveled from her lower back and slipped around her side to her bare stomach. Fedge heard him ask another question about Devon, but Inir was too far gone, lost in the alcohol and the caresses she was getting.

Théron seemed to be losing patience and slid his hand up, cruelly twisting one hard nipple. Inir jerked with a screech, but her body seemed to be sluggish; her eyes cleared long enough to give Théron an answer, but they quickly glazed back over, this time in lust as his other hand slid beneath her dress while he continued to tweak her nipples a little more gently.

Inir bit her bottom lip as he played with her. One hand covered his, pushing his hand harder onto her tits as her breathing picked up. The other wrapped around his neck as he pulled her on top of him. Her hips began to rotate slightly, following the rhythm that Théron set. Lost in passion, she barely seemed to notice when her skirt fell to the floor.

The dark patch of hair between her legs was already slick with her excitement as Théron began to toy with her. She pleaded that he fuck her, but Théron kept teasing, sliding his finger between her lips again and again. He continued for several moments, then lightly smacked the top of her slit, getting a squeal and jerk from her. A low groan slipped from Inir and she arched against him when Théron finally slid two fingers into her.