Beneath the Armour: An Elven Desire

Chapter 8

Drake guided Fay out of the manor and into the cold night air. The stars above seemed indifferent to the turmoil within Drake’s heart. He was furious with himself. He had lost sight of Fay once they left dinner, but he hadn't put much thought into it as he had seen her with Alison. Relief had been his initial reaction, trusting Alison to keep her safe. But once he bumped into them after dinner, his shock turned to anger. It wasn't hard to find them, with Katrina's too-revealing attire making her stand out like a beacon. Fay had looked ill, and he couldn't blame her. To have such an act thrown into your face...

Fay followed along willingly until they were a fair distance from the manor. The moonlight cast a pale glow on her face, highlighting her distress. She wiped her arm free from Drake's hold, her eyes flashing with a mix of confusion and disgust.

"What the hell was that? Is that what a brothel is like? Do all humans think doing that in front of others is normal? The things they were doing..." Fay's voice faded as her face turned green. She bent over, breathing heavily, the image of what she had witnessed seared into her mind.

"I don't think I can do this. Why would elves or humans participate in something that's meant to be sacred and make it so evil?" she huffed. Anger returning to her, she stood up, spinning towards Drake. "And where were you? You said you would save me?" She strode forward, striking him once on the chest. Her hit felt like a light tap to his solid form.

Drake couldn't hold in his grin as she continued to rant and rave about what she had just experienced. Her attack on him was like an angry kitten. "Fay," he called, but she continued her pacing, her face paling, turning a green tinge, and then back to normal. It was almost humorous.

"Fay," he tried again. Sighing, he grabbed her lightly, turning her to face him. "Little Elf," he murmured, his voice softening.

Fay's amber eyes shone up at him, lively with her anger. He couldn't stop the small smile gracing his lips. There was just something about her; seeing this fiery side stirred something deep within him.

"You made it, you survived, you got through it. Yes, that is unnerving, even for me. But this world is full of secrets, full of unnerving things. Just because they do things like that doesn't mean you need to."

Fay's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her anger giving way to vulnerability. "But why, Drake? Why do they do it? How can something that should be beautiful and private become so... twisted?"

Drake's expression softened further. He gently cupped her face, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Not everyone sees things the same way, Fay. Some are lost, seeking fulfillment in ways that leave them emptier than before. But remember, you have the power to choose your own path. You don't have to be part of their world."

"When your time comes to mate, it will be private," Drake's deep, resonating voice seemed to cut through the cold night, grounding Fay in a way that words rarely did. The overwhelming emotions that had surged through her began to drain away, replaced by a familiar warmth she had come to associate with Drake's presence.

Fay gave Drake a small, tentative smile. "After that, I don't know if I ever want to mate."

Drake just shook his head, trying to conceal the way his stomach dropped at her words. His heart ached at the thought of Fay being so profoundly affected by what she had witnessed. "Come, little Elf. Let's get back to the inn and get some sleep. Tomorrow you can explore the town with Drax, while Wyatt and I deal with the Lord."

Fay nodded, a little sad she didn't get to spend much time with Drake tonight. Even after everything she had seen—and it disgusted her—she couldn't shake the naughty thought of her and Drake doing those things together. Her stomach clenched with desire, a confusing mixture of attraction and shame.

As they walked back to the inn, the silence between them was heavy but comforting. Drake's presence was a steady anchor for Fay, allowing her to process her thoughts and emotions without feeling completely overwhelmed.

That night, after a warm shower that did little to wash away the images burned into her mind, Fay tossed and turned in bed. Sleep eluded her as visions of what she saw danced in her dreams, mingling with forbidden thoughts of Drake. She could still feel his touch, his warmth, and hear his calming words.

In her restless state, Fay's mind wandered back to the way Drake had looked at her, the subtle protectiveness in his eyes. She wondered if he felt the same confusing attraction that she did. Despite her exhaustion, her heart raced at the thought, and her body responded with a longing she barely understood. Gradually, her mind drifted, and the unsettling memories gave way to something different, something warmer and more intimate. Fay found herself in a dream, standing in a lush forest bathed in moonlight. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves. She felt a presence behind her and turned to see Drake, his eyes dark and intense, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place.

"Fay," he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was a caress, sending shivers down her spine. The familiar warmth she felt around him in the waking world intensified, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

"Drake," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, trailing down to her neck. The contact was electric, sending waves of heat through her body. Fay's breath hitched, her skin tingling where he touched her. In the dream, there was no hesitation, no fear—only the overwhelming need to be closer to him.

Drake's other hand found her waist, pulling her gently against him. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. Fay’s hands instinctively found their way to his chest, feeling the solid strength beneath her fingertips. His breath mingled with hers, and their lips hovered inches apart.

"Fay, I want you," Drake's voice was a low growl, filled with a raw, unfiltered desire that sent her heart racing.

Without another word, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Fay melted into him, her body responding with a fervor she had never known. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance of tongues and shared breath. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

Drake’s hands roamed her back, caressing and exploring, igniting a fire in her core. She pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness of his arousal through the thin barrier of their clothes. The sensation elicited a soft moan from her, a sound that seemed to spur Drake on.

His lips left hers, trailing hot kisses down her neck, sucking gently on her sensitive skin. Fay’s head fell back, giving him better access, her body trembling with desire. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building an intense ache between her thighs.

"Drake, please," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She didn’t know what she was begging for, only that she needed more of him, all of him.

Drake's hands slipped under her dress, his touch searing her skin. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the trunk of a sturdy tree. The rough bark contrasted with the smoothness of his touch, heightening her senses. His mouth returned to hers, devouring her with a hunger that mirrored her own.

Their movements became frantic, driven by an all-consuming need. Fay’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the hard length of him pressing against her most intimate place. She rocked against him, seeking relief from the unbearable tension building inside her.

Just as the world seemed to explode into a kaleidoscope of pleasure, Fay jolted awake, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that it took her a moment to realize she was back in her room at the inn. Fay lay in bed, her body still humming from the intensity of the dream. Her heart raced, and her skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of the sheets sending shivers down her spine. The room was cloaked in darkness, but the vivid scenes from her dream played out in technicolor behind her closed eyelids. She could still feel the heat of Drake's hands on her skin, his lips tracing a fiery path down her neck. Every touch, every kiss, had felt so real, so consuming. She tried to shake off the lingering sensations, but her mind clung to them stubbornly, her body aching with unsatisfied desire.

As she lay there, Fay's thoughts shifted to a gnawing worry. Had they somehow infected her tonight? The fear threaded through her arousal, making her sit up abruptly. The sheet brushed against her hardened n*****s, sending shockwaves through her body. She gasped, startled at the wetness between her legs, a stark reminder of her body's reaction. Breathing heavily, she quickly got up and pulled a cloak around her thin nightclothes. The cool fabric did little to calm the fire burning within her.

She hurried to Drake's door, her bare feet silent on the cold floor of the inn. Knocking softly, she began to panic when he took a while to answer. Each second felt like an eternity, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities.

"Fay? Are you okay?" His voice, deep and gruff from sleep, resonated through the door, making her stomach clench with unimaginable desire. Her thighs grew wetter with each second she waited.

"Drake, I think they have poisoned me," Fay whispered, her voice trembling, eyes on the brink of tears. That cleared all drowsiness from Drake's mind. His face twisted in anger as he flung the door open.

"What do you mean?" he demanded, stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter. Fay quickly ducked under his arm, seeking the sanctuary of his presence. She sat on the edge of a chair, squeezing her legs together as the area between her legs pulsed with a relentless need.

"Fay, what do you mean? What's going on?" Drake urged, crouching in front of her. His nearness only intensified her arousal, her stomach clenching again, more fluid escaping her. She flushed, embarrassed by her body's betrayal.

"My mind won't let the images go," she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. "It's plagued with them. My body, it's extremely sensitive. Every little thing is causing chaos."

Drake frowned, trying to understand. His eyes scanned her quickly, starting at her head and slowly gliding over her slender neck, her small shoulders, and her stiffened n*****s. He paused, sucking in a sharp breath as a thought occurred to him. His breathing became deep, his suspicions growing.

"Fay, when did this start happening?" His voice was deep and husky now, as he struggled to keep his thoughts intact.

"I woke up from a dream, and my body was on fire," she whimpered, wiggling around on the seat, a small gasp escaping her lips. Drake could barely breathe.

"Fay, it's okay. You're not poisoned. You're just aroused," he almost growled, his mind reeling. What had she dreamed about?

"Aroused?" she whispered, confused. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain control. He wasn't the only one aroused now; his member was throbbing, straining against his briefs.

"It's something you normally experience just before you mate," he whispered lowly, his eyes dark, his hands clenched at his sides.

"What?" she whispered, horrified.

"It's okay, Fay. It's a normal thing. Why don't you go and relieve yourself?" Drake groaned out. He had to get her to leave. The temptation to take her, to help her himself, was overwhelming.

"I couldn't possibly. I-I-I wouldn't know what to do," Fay whimpered, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Drake clenched the chair leg, his knuckles white. "Fay, touch the area your body is telling you to touch. Go back to bed and explore yourself," he instructed, his voice strained. He could feel his control slipping.

Fay stared at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted. He groaned out loud as her little pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "Little Elf, you need to leave now, or I'll gladly help you with what you need," Drake all but growled.

Fay startled, the quick movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She was so enraptured by Drake at that moment; his voice had her hair standing on end, the area between her legs throbbing every time he spoke.

"Go, now, please," Drake groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Fay slowly rose and quickly made her way to the door, sparing a quick glance back at Drake's crouched figure. Her eyes danced over his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms, and finally rested on the large bulge straining against his slacks. The sight of his arousal made her gasp in realization. She had caused that to happen to Drake. He desired her?

Her breath hitched, her groin pulsing with a newfound intensity. She didn't think much more, just of Drake, of his words to touch herself. She trusted him. And a small part of her wanted to delve into the unknown.

Gasping again, she quickly ran back to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned against it, her heart hammering, her lust hitting her so much harder now. The realization that Drake desired her, that he was aroused by her, sent another wave of heat coursing through her body.

Fay collapsed onto her bed, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. She hesitated, her hand hovering over her stomach, unsure of what to do next. Drake’s words echoed in her mind: "Touch the area your body is telling you to touch."

Tentatively, she allowed her fingers to trail down her body, over the curve of her breasts, feeling the way her n*****s strained against the thin fabric of her nightgown. She let out a soft moan, the sound foreign and yet so right. Her fingers continued their journey, sliding down her abdomen to the dampness between her legs. She shivered as her hand made contact with her most intimate parts, her body responding eagerly to the touch.

As she explored herself, her mind wandered back to the dream, to the feel of Drake’s hands and lips on her skin. She imagined his strong hands guiding hers, his deep voice whispering encouragements. The fantasy grew more vivid, more intense, her body arching off the bed as she gave in to the sensations.

Meanwhile, Drake paced his room, his mind a storm of conflicting desires. He wanted to go to her, to help her through this, to be the one to give her relief. But he knew he had to stay away. She was innocent, unknowing of the depths of her own desires, and it was not his place to take advantage of that. He clenched his fists, trying to will away the arousal that gripped him. He could still smell her scent, sweet and intoxicating, lingering in the air.

Drake sat down heavily on his bed, running a hand through his hair. He had known Fay for only a few weeks. A month at most. But god the little elf was beautiful. His feelings for her had always been protective, but every day with her, he could feel something was shifting. Her vulnerability, her trust in him, had awakened something deeper, something primal.

In her room, Fay’s movements grew more confident, her fingers finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She gasped and moaned, her body trembling as she climbed higher and higher. Her mind was filled with images of Drake, his eyes dark with desire, his voice a low growl in her ear. She cried out as the pleasure peaked, her body convulsing in ecstasy.

For a few moments, she lay there, panting, her body slowly coming down from the high. She felt a strange mix of satisfaction and confusion. What had just happened? She had always been aware of her unknown feelings for Drake. She knew now that she wanted him, needed him in a way she had never understood before.

As she drifted off to sleep, her last thoughts were of Drake. In his room, Drake sat on the edge of his bed, his mind a chaotic mix of desire and restraint. He could still hear Fay’s soft gasps in his memory, the way her eyes had widened with realization and need. His body was on fire, every inch of him craving relief from the arousal that had built up since she had knocked on his door.

He groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. The image of Fay, her lips parted, her eyes filled with innocent confusion, replayed in his mind, making his need even more unbearable. He stood up, pacing the room, trying to shake off the thoughts that clung to him like a second skin. But it was no use. Every step he took only seemed to fan the flames of his desire.

With a frustrated growl, Drake sat back down on the bed, his hands clenching the sheets. He knew he had to take care of this, had to find some measure of relief. He couldn’t go to Fay, couldn’t risk crossing that line, but he couldn’t ignore his own needs either.

Slowly, as if testing his own resolve, Drake let one hand drift down to his aching member. He groaned at the contact, his body shuddering with pent-up desire. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander back to the images of Fay, her soft curves, her gasps of pleasure, the way her body had reacted to his presence.

He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring the sensation. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind filled with the fantasy of Fay’s hands on him instead of his own. He imagined her touch, soft and curious, her lips whispering his name.

The fantasy grew more vivid, more intense. In his mind, he saw her lying beneath him, her eyes wide with trust and desire. He could almost feel her body arching up to meet his, her soft cries filling the room. His strokes became faster, more urgent, his body trembling with the need for release.

“Fay,” he groaned, the sound of her name on his lips sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He imagined her touch, her warmth, the way her body would fit against his. The fantasy consumed him, driving him to the edge.

With a final, shuddering gasp, Drake found his release, his body convulsing with pleasure. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his mind still filled with images of Fay. He lay there for a few moments, letting the aftershocks of pleasure wash over him.

As his breathing slowly returned to normal, Drake felt a pang of guilt. He had never meant to let his feelings for Fay get this far, had never intended to let his desire for her consume him. But tonight had changed everything. He knew now that he couldn’t just ignore his feelings, couldn’t pretend that she was just an innocent female he had to protect.

Drake sat up, running a hand over his face. He had to be careful, had to find a way to navigate these new feelings without hurting Fay. She trusted him, relied on him to navigate this new world, and he couldn’t betray that trust. But he also couldn’t deny the desire that burned within him, the way his body reacted to her. His desire grew for her everyday, lingering in the back of his mind. When would it consume him and he won't be able to stop himself.

With a heavy sigh, Drake stood up and made his way to the wash basin. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his mind. He had a lot to think about, a lot to figure out. But for now, he had to focus on keeping his distance, on giving Fay the space she needed to understand her own feelings. Maybe find another Elf village along the way and leave her there. That way she would be back with her kind and away from his looming darkness to consume her.

As he lay back down, his body finally sated, Drake couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift back to her. He hoped she had found some measure of relief, hoped that she wasn’t too frightened by the intensity of her own desire. He wanted to be there for her, to help her through this, but he knew he had to tread carefully.

In the darkness of his room, Drake closed his eyes, his last thoughts of Fay. He knew that this was just the beginning, that their journey together was far from over. And as sleep finally claimed him, he dreamed of a future where they could both find the happiness and fulfillment they so desperately craved.