The sword was heavier than it looked.
Ethan had learned that the first day he'd been assigned to carry it for Captain Valeria, the Queen's most decorated guard. The enchanted elven steel seemed to resist his human hands, as if testing his worthiness to even touch it.
He didn't care. He would have carried a mountain if it meant being near her.
Three months he'd served her. Three months of watching her move with liquid grace through combat drills, her curvy form defying every stereotype about elven delicacy. Where other elf women were willowy and ethereal, Valeria was... different. Full hips that swayed when she walked. Breasts that strained against her ceremonial armor. She was exotic even among her own kind.
And completely, utterly forbidden.
Elves didn't mix with humans. The pure bloodline of the isolated kingdom couldn't be tainted by lesser races. Especially not the Queen's Guard. Especially not a captain married to a fellow guardsman.
Ethan knew all this.
He volunteered to be her sword bearer anyway.
"You're dismissed for the evening," Valeria said as they entered her private quarters within the guard barracks. Her voice was melodic, achingly beautiful like all elves, but with an edge of command that made his cock harden.
"My lady, your sword—"
"Leave it on the table. Then go."
He should have obeyed. Instead, he set down the blade carefully and turned to face her.
"Captain Valeria," he began, his voice rougher than intended. "I need to tell you something."
She was removing her ceremonial gauntlets, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. "Then speak quickly, human. My husband will be returning from patrol soon."
The mention of her husband should have stopped him. Should have reminded him of his place, his duty, the impossibility of his desires.
It didn't.
"I can't serve you anymore," he said.
Her hands stilled. "You wish to be reassigned?"
"No. I wish..." He stepped closer, his heart pounding. "I wish to serve you in ways I cannot. In ways I dream about. In ways that would see me executed if discovered."
Valeria turned slowly to face him. Her violet eyes were unreadable. "You overstep, human."
"I know." Another step. "But I can't pretend anymore. I can't keep carrying your sword and pretending I don't imagine you naked beneath me. I can't watch you with him and not think about what I could give you instead."
"You know nothing of what I have," she said coldly. "My marriage is none of your concern."
"I know he's gone on patrol for days at a time. I know you look lonely. I know—" He was close enough now to smell her, something floral and intoxicating. "I know you've noticed me watching you. And I know you haven't reported me for insubordination."
"Because it would reflect poorly on my judgment to have selected such a servant," she replied, but her voice had lost some of its edge.
"Or because you feel it too."
The silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Ethan waited, knowing he'd crossed a line that could end with his death.
Then Valeria moved. Not away, but toward him, closing the distance until she stood inches away. She was tall for an elf woman, nearly matching his human height, her full curves so close he could feel the heat of her body.
"You presume much, human," she whispered. "What makes you think you could satisfy an elf of my standing?"
"Let me prove it." His hands moved to her waist, settling on those generous hips. She didn't pull away. "One night. If I'm wrong, I'll request reassignment in the morning. But if I'm right..."
"If you're right?" Her breath hitched as his hands slid higher, tracing her curves through the armor.
"Then you'll know what you've been missing."
Valeria's eyes flashed with something dark and hungry. "My husband—"
"Isn't here," Ethan finished. "And by your own admission, won't be for days."
He saw it then—the moment she decided. The moment duty and propriety lost to three months of accumulated desire. Her hands moved to her chest plate, unclasping it with practiced efficiency.
"Lock the door," she commanded.
Ethan moved quickly, securing the entrance to her quarters. When he turned back, Valeria had removed most of her armor, standing in the simple undershirt and leather breeches she wore beneath. Even in this, she was breathtaking.
"You have one chance, human," she said, her voice steady but her hands trembling slightly. "Disappoint me and you'll be gone by dawn."
"I won't disappoint you," he promised, moving toward her.
Their first kiss was tentative, testing. Then hunger took over. Valeria tasted like starlight and wine, her lips soft against his. His hands roamed her body, mapping curves he'd only imagined, and she pressed against him with a desperate need that matched his own.
"Bed," she gasped between kisses.
He lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the sleeping platform. The room was austere, military—nothing personal except a small portrait of her and her husband on the side table.
Ethan deliberately turned it face-down before laying Valeria on the bed.
She noticed, and something flickered in her eyes. Guilt. But it was quickly consumed by need as he stripped off his tunic, revealing the muscled physique of a young human warrior.
"You're... larger than I expected," Valeria murmured, her eyes tracing his body.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he replied, moving over her.
He took his time removing her remaining clothing, savoring each reveal. When he finally bared her completely, he couldn't help but stare. Her body was perfect—full breasts with rosy nipples, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the neat silver hair between her thighs.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
"My husband says the same," Valeria replied, and he heard the guilt creeping into her voice.
Ethan's jaw tightened. He'd been compared to the elf husband before he'd even started. Time to change that.
"Does your husband do this?" he asked, lowering his mouth to her breast, sucking the nipple between his lips.
Valeria gasped. "Yes."
"And this?" His hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet.
"Y-yes."
"Has he ever done this?" Ethan moved lower, spreading her legs, settling between them.
Valeria's eyes widened in shock as she realized his intention. "No! Ethan, elves don't—that's too crude, too—"
Her protest died in a moan as his mouth found her center.
He'd imagined this for months. The taste of her, the sounds she'd make, the way her thighs would tremble. Reality was better. She was sweet and responsive, her hips bucking against his mouth as he explored her with his tongue.
"Ethan," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair. "Stop, I can't—I've never—oh gods—"
She came against his mouth with a shocked cry, her whole body trembling. When he raised his head, her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure and disbelief.
"Your husband never made you feel like that?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
"No," she whispered. "Never like that."
"Then you definitely haven't felt this."
He stood, unlacing his breeches. When he freed his cock, Valeria's eyes went wide.
"That's... you can't be..." She sat up slightly, staring. "Aelindor is... you're three times his size."
The comparison sent a thrill through Ethan. "Does that frighten you?"
"Yes," she admitted. Then, softer: "But it also excites me."
"Touch it," he commanded. "See what a real man feels like."
Her hand was trembling when she reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping around his shaft. She couldn't close her hand fully around his girth.
"It won't fit," she breathed. "I can't possibly—"
"You can," he assured her, positioning himself between her thighs. "It'll hurt at first. But then..."
He pushed forward slowly, watching her face contort as he stretched her. She was impossibly tight, her body clearly unused to his size.
"Stop," she gasped, hands pushing against his chest. "It's too much, I can't—"
"You can," he repeated, pushing deeper. "Take it, Valeria. Take all of me."
She cried out as he bottomed out inside her, tears leaking from her eyes. For a moment, he held still, letting her adjust.
"Breathe," he coached. "The pain will pass."
"Aelindor never..." She was panting, overwhelmed. "He's so small, I barely feel him. But you... you're splitting me open."
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, though he prayed she wouldn't say yes.
Valeria was quiet for a long moment, her body trembling beneath him. Then: "No. Don't stop. I need... I need to feel this."
Ethan began to move, slow shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as her body accepted him. The pain on her face slowly transformed into something else. Pleasure. Wonder. Hunger.
"That's it," he encouraged, picking up his pace. "Feel how you stretch for me. Feel what you've been missing."
"Oh gods," Valeria moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. "It's so deep. You're so deep inside me."
He shifted angles, hitting a spot that made her scream. "Has your husband ever touched you here?"
"No!" She was sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensations she'd never experienced. "He's too small, he can't reach—oh fuck, right there!"
Ethan fucked her harder, the bed creaking beneath them. "Say it. Say I'm better than him."
"You're—I can't—" Her pride warred with her pleasure.
He slowed his thrusts, making her whimper. "Say it, or I'll stop."
"You're better!" she cried out. "You're so much better than Aelindor! Your cock is bigger, you make me feel things he never could! Please don't stop!"
The confession broke something in both of them. Ethan pounded into her with abandon, and Valeria met each thrust with desperate need. The guilt that had flickered in her eyes was consumed by pure lust.
"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Oh gods, I'm going to—"
Her orgasm hit like a storm. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him so tightly he nearly lost control. But he held on, fucking her through it until she went limp beneath him.
"Again," he commanded, not stopping.
"I can't," she whimpered. "It's too much—"
But her body betrayed her words, building toward another peak. This time, when she came, she actually cried—overwhelmed tears streaming down her face as pleasure destroyed her composure.
"Please," she sobbed. "I need you to finish. I need to feel it."
Ethan pulled out, intending to spill on her stomach. But Valeria's hand caught his wrist.
"Inside," she whispered. "I want to feel you come inside me."
"But your husband—"
"I don't care," she said desperately. "I need this. Please."
He thrust back into her, losing himself in her heat. When his orgasm hit, it was explosive, filling her with what felt like months of pent-up desire. She moaned, her legs tightening around him, holding him deep.
They stayed locked together, panting, as reality slowly crept back in.
"We can't do this again," Valeria finally said, though she made no move to push him away.
"No," Ethan agreed. "We can't."
A moment passed.
"But we will," she added quietly.
"Yes," he confirmed. "We will."
He finally pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss. His cum leaked from her, more than she'd ever experienced with her husband.
"How long until Aelindor returns?" Ethan asked.
"Three days."
"Then we have time for round two."
Valeria's eyes widened. "You can't possibly be ready again so soon—"
But he was already hard, his young human stamina recovering quickly. She stared at his cock, still slick with their combined fluids, standing at attention.
"Aelindor needs hours to recover," she breathed. "Sometimes days."
"I'm not Aelindor," Ethan said, moving over her again. "And by the time he returns, you'll know exactly what you've been missing."
This time, when he entered her, there was no pain. Only pleasure. And guilt that made the pleasure even more intense.
As he took her again, slower this time but no less intense, Valeria caught sight of the face-down portrait on her nightstand. Her husband's face, hidden from witnessing her betrayal.
The guilt crashed over her like a wave. She was betraying everything—her marriage, her vows, her pure elven bloodline.
But it felt so good.
Too good.
When Ethan made her come for the third time that night, she was crying again. Not from pain or overwhelming sensation, but from the realization that she would never be satisfied with her husband again.
She'd tasted something forbidden. And she was already addicted.
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