Chapter 1: Chapter I

The Deepwood.

Across mountains, into the frozen north, to the far southern shore, touching upon the great western wall.

The Deepwood is like none other, the colossal forest ebbs and flows, in some places denser and other places it is lighter but all know its most sparse borders. It is the domain of the Elf. Others reside within your home, predator and prey alike along with beings beyond such classification but it is the Elf that are its warden.

This is the world you know. In your centuries you have stolen glimpses of the world beyond. A warm glittering ocean with grand wooden ships. Golden fields broken by fences and walls, houses for mortals to cower within. A great wall for the things of the Deepwood that enter the world of the mortals to rape and pillage. Never has the world beyond called to you. Never have you left your home.

But with time comes change. You have felt the winds of change. Bold incursions spoken in whispers from your brothers and sisters in distant parts of the wood. Tales of war and bloodshed in the mortal world. A great fire that was only stopped by the most powerful Spellsingers.

But in the part of the wood you have come to enjoy. Come to know and adore. The whispered corruption of the world has not arrived. Something else however, has.

You plant your feet carefully as you stalk across a branch far too slight for your form but the tree offers no complaint as it carries you. Below, ignorant of your presence scurries the interloper. She is fair, at least to your eyes. Her orange hair just barely touches her shoulders and is well worn but, besides the hem that glides just a hand's breadth from the ground, impeccably maintained and clean dress.

In the crook of one of her arms is a basket filled with roots and mushrooms and in her other hand is a short hatchet that she keeps in a white knuckled grip as her emerald eyes scan the treeline for danger. You shift your weight as you cast every feature of her to your memory. Her heavy chest and plump lips.

She finds another gift of the forest. Wild berries, perfectly ripe and in season. After assuring herself that she is alone by carefully scanning the woods she carefully sets her basket and hatchet down and begins to collect them, plucking them from the bush and setting them into a sheet of cloth she produces from one of the pockets of her dress.

You know the Forrest well, you currently stalk the shallow wood, here the undergrowth slumbers and the trees only listen when awoken. To plunder the fruit of the forest in this place is no transgression of the mortal. You would perhaps be justified in maiming a human for felling the older trees or for attempting to live this deep permanently. This rare example of human beauty however is guilty of nothing.

But this is your domain. A smile graces your lips, no doubt the human is ignorant of the ancient compacts. Why else would she be here alone? Perhaps in her mind she thinks she transgresses into the forest that her kind have no right to. Regardless, your heart beats with excitement. The thrill you have not felt in decades of stalking, hunting.

Your prey. Your interloper. You will make her yours.

A thousand choices array themselves before you. In your mind you imagine how she speaks, how she acts, how she runs and trips, how she tastes on your lips.

The girl hisses, pulling her hand away from the thorny bush she puts her thumb into her mouth and moves her head to the side trying to get a better look at the berry bush before her. You smile and run your hand along the cool branch under your feet whispering to the slumbering tree.

By your command a root shifts from the embrace of the earth and twists around the oblivious beauties' ankle. When you are satisfied with the snare you allow yourself to fall, a hand reaching up to catch the branch overhead and letting you fall to the earth with incredible grace.

You however, made no effort to hide your presence why would you when your prey was trapped, not that she was aware of that. Her head whipped around towards you, Her gleaming green eyes wide with shock as you looked down at her with a curious eye. Without a word her hands darted forward to the hatchet only to find her grip foiled by the iron grip of the forest pinning the weapon to the ground.

“Afraid not.” You take a step towards the woman as she abandons her weapon and attempts to stand and run only for the root around her leg to send her back to her knees.

“H-how!?” Her voice, it is nothing like the practised singers and wordsmiths of your kind, centuries of practice to make sound like honey. Her voice is imperfect, untrained, uncultured. But it is beautiful in its own right.

“Fight.” You gesture to the hatchet. “Flight.” You kneel down and brush a few strands of hair away from her eyes. “Now what do you have left? Beg.” Your lecherous grin is wiped away as you feel a sharp sting on your cheek and the defiant maiden glaring up at you.

She slapped you, she had the audacity to strike you after you caught her.

You grab her arm as she moves to hit you again and press your weight, lean muscle, forward and allow the root around her ankle to loosen. With ease you pin her other arm to the ground over her head as you lie over her womanly form.

“Let go of me!” She shifts and squirms under you but you are bigger and stronger then this threat of a mortal. She has no hope of escape. With a whisper, roots of the bush she plundered wrap around her wrists and keep them overhead as you lean back to get a good look at your catch.

“Why would I let you go? You come to my home intruder.” You cup the side of her head with a hand as you try to settle your beating heart. Your clothes feel tight and your eyes wander over her ample breasts and shapely body.

“I, oh by the gods you. I-i never did anything, you can have it back! I am sorry! I need the food, my father is sic-” You silence her with your mouth. Pressing yourself into her and forcing her mouth open as you fight her own shocked tongue into submission. As she struggles in shock you press your knee into her womanhood and spread her legs to settle into place between them. You stand a good head and shoulders taller than her so dominating the diminutive women is a simple but oh so pleasurable affair.

You pull away watching as a strand of shared spit connects you to the panting women under you. Her emerald eyes look deep into yours as she struggles to catch her breath.

“Well then.” You pull up her dress and grope her firm asscheek with a hand as your other holds the back of her head. “Tell me your excuses, my little treat.” She gasps as vines creep from the forest to hug her impressive tits. “Tell me a tale of your starving child, or of the raiders who sacked your village. Tell me you are hungry, and honest and unfairly treated.” You steal another kiss from her, this one more chaste, her lips to hers. You pull away slowly before whispering to her ear.

“Tell me a tale I have heard a thousand times before, tell me your tale of your sick father.” She whimpers as your hand moves from her ass to her panties and slips into them.

“I-i... My fatheAAA!” She squeals as you press your fingers to her maidenhood, your fay senses telling you of her purity as you feel a wetness that tells tales of anything but purity.
She might have never taken another inside of her but there is a slut inside of your prey.

“Keep going.” You smirk as you tease her clit.

“My father is sick! He cannot work and we need the money for food. B-but the woods, there is so much to f-forage.” You frown.

“My woods?” She bites her lip as a tear runs down her cheek.

“I’m Sorry! I have a little brother! He is a child.” She groans. As you order the vines to expose her ample breasts to the world.

“I would worry less about them.” You whisper to her ear before grasping her panties and pulling them from her form with a single hand, your magic weakening the thread.

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“You're a woman!?” She cries under you and you laugh, it's an honest laugh for a joke you have heard time and time before from the few mortals foolish enough to enter your domain. Without a word you lean back allowing the vines to hold her in place and strip yourself of your bottom wear allowing her to behold your duel nature.

“Mortals have such a limited conception of these things.” You muse as you settle in between her legs. You feel her heat against you, her arousal. How could she not be excited to be hunted by such a being such as yourself. It was a shame she was ensnared so quickly however...

You roll your eyes as you consider letting her flee and catching her again before fucking her into the ground. It's a nice thought but you have all the time in the world for something like that. You shift back and pull out a short skinning knife, its blade gleaming with metal cast in song. Your prey's eyes widen with fear as you begin to cut the thick cords that keep her dress attached and strip away the well worn material.

You pinch and tease and grope her body as you pull away the wrappings of your treat and look at her body feeling your chest grow heavy with the thumping of your heart. Her faint freckles trickle down to her bosom and over her womanhood is a neat patch of orange. You lick your lips dropping your knife away from the girl and pressing your hand into her stomach, you feel the firm muscle only after a moment of give.

“Poor, starving...” You smile at her as she blushes and looks away.

You waste no time, you press your fingers to her clit again as you suck on her ample breast making her squeal into your forest as she struggles to endure the pleasure. You force upon her. You line yourself up after you pull yourself away from her pillow soft breasts, pressing your fair sized member to her stomach and showing her exactly how deep it's going to go as she stares, powerless, eyes filled with fear and lust.

“You can’t! Please no. I will do anything! U-use my mouth! Please!”

“Anything? Use your mouth? What pure maiden are you to think of such things? Are there more virgin sluts in your village that whisper of pleasuring your menfolk with your mouths and hands?” She looks away red faced and panting. “Perhaps I will take them too. All the sluts of your village shall perhaps become my wives for your transgression.” You shift your hips back to press your tip against her slick entrance and slowly grind against her, never pushing hard enough to enter.

“Would you like that? Company for you while you tend to me and bear my young?” You feel her shift against you spreading her legs wider.

“I'm sorry, you don’t have to do this.” She looks you deep in your eyes as she speaks, quietly, as if unsure herself if she was speaking the truth.

You press yourself forward watching her face as you claim her purity. Her eyes go wide as she takes a breath. You savour the feeling of a tight lover before you pull back and thrust again, grasping her hips as you lean over her and being a rhythm to the sound of her groans, gasps and eventually screams of pleasure.

You don’t fear her attracting anything to you, the things that roam this part of the forest would never dare to approach you without your wish. You grit your teeth trusting your hips forward like an animal, the grace and poise of your many years forgotten in a mad frenzy of lust. You feel her clamp down around you squealing as you bring her to newfound, impossible heights of pleasure and keep going. It truly has been too long since you have let yourself go.

You feel her heels dig into the small of your back and her face presses into your shoulder as she shudders against you drooling and groaning. Her stunning orange hair is a mess as you feel your peak arise.

You are unsure how long you have enjoyed your newfound lover's body, clearly not long enough as when you shift yourself forward and force yourself as deep as you can she has the wherewithal to cry out in shock. Moaning out as she squeezed you against her. You flooded her with your seed, a thick aphrodisiac that would paint her insides with a volume impossible for her kind. A small taste of what she would come to know in her new life.

“Y-you did it inside?” You lick your lips and catch your breath as she looks at you.

“Of course, where else would I put it? Oh, you wanted it in your mouth. Well we can do that later.” You give her a kiss on the lips before you feel the burn of your thighs and hips subside and begin to work your rock hard cock into her again.

“By the gods again?!” She cries to be met with only your laughter and the wet slaps of her welcoming body.

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There was a spring in your step as you ran. A smile on your face as you showed deference only to the most ancient trees and commanded all others to shift aside as you threw yourself through the forest. Your new wife clung to you as you carried her as befits your new bride with her head buried into your shoulder. Some of the cloth from her clothes pressed between her legs to prevent your essence from dripping from her as you travelled to your encampment.

You had left the basket, the food, the hatchet and the rest of her clothes behind. You doubted she had need of it anymore and you would be clothing her in more suitable garb shortly. Something with easy access perhaps.

The light that filtered through the canopy had dimmed, both because of the hours you had spent sowing your seed and that your camp was slightly deeper into the forest. But you had arrived, a small clearing with a soft rolling hill and a bubbling brook snaking its way though. A truly venerable tree that you laid your few possessions against. Its branches hold trophies and immaculately kept skins of many deadly creatures of your domain.

Without ceremony you set your wife down on a patch of soft moss close to your shallow firepit and stride to the tree to throw a large bear skin over the shivering women. You let a content sigh as you collect some dried meats from a hunt a few weeks ago and settle in to start the fire.

“You can let me go.” Her voice is faint and horse from her screams of pleasure. It occurred to you that you should know your wife's name.

“I could.” You agree, not that you intend to. You have no doubt that the child of your union would be mistreated and misunderstood by the small minded humans of her little village.

“I won’t tell anyone. I won’t go into the forest again.” She let out a small sniff and curled inwards pulling the skin tighter against her body for comfort.

“What is your name?” You ask, stepping away from the growing fire after you sang some hot embers into being.

“Astrid.” You give Astrid some of the strips of dried meat, keeping one for yourself. You would have to go on a hunt tomorrow to make sure you could feed her consistently, you were at times content to eat nothing for days at a time but you doubt that she would appreciate hunger as you do.

“Astrid.” You test the name upon your tongue deciding if it shall be her name for the future and decide it is good enough. “Astrid, you are my wife, that is your future. You will bear my children and this is where you will live until I decide to move on from this camp and then you shall follow me. In return I offer you my name and protection, I am Ira.” At your honest words she retreats into the bearskin and chews her food. You shrug and finish your own meat.

There is no conversation as you bask in your post coitus glow, Astrid hides under the bearskin as the hunters of the night begin to call to each other in the early night. You shake your head at the foolish girl, does she think you would allow another creature to hunt her?

Perhaps she does. You stand and begin to disrobe, setting your clothes into a neat pile before you approach your stunned wife with a smile. She can only gasp as you pluck the bearskin from her grasp and set it out on the ground. You know Humans liked to sleep on very soft things.

“I can’t, not aga-” You silence her with a kiss, battling her submissive tongue as you pull her over you and onto the bearskin. Despite her protests her legs find your sides as she straddles you with her entrance pressed against your hardening cock. You keep a hand around the back of her neck to extend the kiss until she is shuddering against you. A slave to the boundless pleasure you promise and the otherworldly charm she has no defence against.

She did not protest against you again that night as you trained her to service you. She squealed in delight as you commanded her to ride you until she could no longer find the strength to do so. You then simply rolled onto her and continued long into the night.

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