The Elf Princess

This story was written as a part of the “Tales of Leinyere” event on Literotica, a collaborative fantasy worldbuilding event from many talented Literotica authors. This piece is by the fictional in-universe author D Proudpen. Look for the event on Literotica’s story page to find links to a map of Leinyere, the official timeline of all our stories, and links to all the stories in the event from all the fantastic authors who have participated. Thanks for stepping into this world with us, and happy reading!

The Elf Princess, by D. Proudpen

There lived a half-orc boy long in the past
He grew up big, he grew up strong, and fast
Along the northern edge of orcfull plains
Where the river swelled with springtime rains
And to the north, a forest, full of elves
A life with fire in hearth and food on shelves
But this boy had a secret that he kept
And not the kind that sat by where he slept
He had a secret friend he met outside
They met when he went out without a guide
And wandered ‘cross the river quick and cold
A scary thing for him at twelve years old
The forest on the other side was dark
The difference in landscape rather stark
He ventured under towering canopies
Between the giant trunks of massive trees
He gathered roots and mushrooms in his pack
And even found a rabbit’s faded track
He followed them and quickly lost his way
The tracks obscured in shadow, end of day
He wandered, looking for the forest trail
Failing that, began to cry and wail
He brushed aside the fallen forest fruits
And sat among the rocks and twisted roots
An adolescent elf had heard his cry
She knew she couldn’t leave him high and dry
So she led him back across the bridge
Batting away the ‘squito and the midge
She left him by the gate outside his farm
Comforted, consoled, and safe from harm
And so they met most every day
To spend the afternoons in play
They roamed the vibrant forest trails
They dug up worms and played with snails
They sat on sandy riverbanks
Prayed to the Gods and gave their thanks
They swam, and chased, and fought with sticks
They made their jokes and played their tricks
As friends they were inseparable
There was no rift irreparable
But as they grew their feelings changed
A new affection was exchanged
His frame grew wide, his body tall
Her breasts grew anything but small
They saw each other’s beauty clear
Their hearts stayed silent due to fear
Her cheeks were pink; his cock was hard
Their faces turned; hearts under guard
And so they passed their teenage years
As friends and non-romantic peers
Until one day she didn’t come
Driving him to gloom and glum
Bereft a love he’d ne’er admit
He lost his young and headstrong wits
Resolved to go and track her down
Bid family well and left the town
He wandered through the woods again
Most brave and foolhardy of men
He marched around the old tree trunks
Undeterred by arrow thunks
That fired from forest elven bows
To send him off the path he chose
This was his love’s engagement day
As she had been afraid to say
Her family chose for her a man
And for our pair, the end began
But lo, our hero would not quit
He jumped and leapt into the pit
“What is this?” he shouted out
They told him, and he saw her pout
That was when he knew her heart
That they could never live apart
He had to stop these wedding plans
And so he shouted with cupped hands
“I want to put a stop to this!”
The crowd responded with a hiss
But her fiance stilled the crowd
He raised his hands and said out loud
“The princess here will be my wife!
But I say, let him risk his life!
If he trusts in his gallantry
Then I say, let him challenge me!”
Our hero said “This very day,
I’ll strike you down! I’ll make you pay!”
And they gave the two men swords
Before th’ assembled elven lords
To fight, for him perhaps to die
For, on her, he’d set his eye
And would not leave without her hand
Her finger for a wedding band
And so they fought, with clang and clash
Our boy untrained, but oh so brash
Four times, he thought he saw his death
He thought he’d take his final breath
But each he knocked the sword away
And in the end he won the day
When all attending saw his win
They knew he wouldn’t’ve given in
His foe, disarmed, had hung his head
He’d rather that than end up dead
The elves took note: the women’s eyes
Made clear our hero was her prize
And so with grace they acquiesced
The man became their honored guest
‘Twas an engagement party, still
And with no less elven goodwill
The only changes were the groom
And bride’s expression free of gloom
So, soon the two were promptly wed
And he could take his bride to bed
They talked for hours, confessed their love
The fit together like a glove
But then, that’s always how it goes
When newlyweds lose all their clothes
They fucked all night, and morning too
Then, stepping through the morning dew
Our hero started his new life
Hand in hand with his new wife