You know if a character gets introduced in this game, it's very difficult for them to leave.
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"I will Mom." Turning about, she took a deep breath, and boarded the ship.
Elsa stood in front of the ship's gang way, this was it, this was the start of her future, and she was absolutely terrified. But she had to do this, there was no reason to have her big sister's wedding day ruined on account of her. Turning and hugging Marla, "Thank you again Mom, I love you."
Fortunately, as Elsa really didn't have too much stuff, it didn't take long to pack. "Thank you again Mom. Yes, a big change, but a necessary one." Taking one last look around, "That looks like everything. We should get going." Locking the door for the last time, she handed the key to Marla, "Can you make sure Barclay gets this back?"
"Will do Sis."
"Yes please Mom, and thank you." Taking the satchel, she threw her arms around Celenon, "You'll get your boat, I promise. I love you." Turning to everyone else, "I love you all."
"I'll miss you too Knucklehead," She teased Queten. Turning to Marcus, "The Magi Islands."
Elsa put her hands on her hips, "Well you don't have to sound so happy about it," She teased.
Giving her big sister a hug, "As much as I'd like to, I can't risk it getting ruined on my account. Divitia would never forgive me."
"What's wrong Father? Please tell me."
Elsa took a step closer to her father, "It's the best option now. Look Dad, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on things, but you have to realize that I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility. I'm not the leader-type like you."
Elsa handed the letter to her Father and explained what it meant. As well as her course of action she and her Mother had just discussed.
Tears started to form in her eyes as she embraced her mother, "*sniff* Thank you Mom."
"That.....could work. But what happens when that first year is up? I can only imagine a cousin's influence going so far in keeping me there."
Elsa's expression brightened and darkened at the same time, "And what would that option be?"
"I don't want to go back, but I can't stay here either. Snowhawke Reclaimers are not to be trifled with."
"Quite true. I'm scared Mom, this is a lot to take in at once."
"It's not like I have a choice. I wish I did. I have no clue how to run a county, but if I don't go, they'll send.......recovery."
"Normally nothing other than one her daughters becoming Countess of Snowhawke. But they all died with her in a carriage accident. Which makes me next in line," Elsa explained somberly.
In a tone quite uncharacteristic of her, "Mom, I've just received a letter from Snowhawke. Great Aunt Telula is dead."
Elsa sat in her home in a state of shock over the letter she just received. Countess Telula, the Matriarch of Castle Snowhawke, had died in a carriage accident along with all of her daughters. Per family tradition, the mantel of Countess could only be taken up by one of frost born blood, which made the Half-Elf next in line. It was an 'honor' she could not refuse, and if she didn't go back they would send someone to bring her back. Something she most certainly didn't want to contend with, yet the thought to run far away certainly crossed her mind. Grabbing her cloak, despite the fact cold didn't bother her, she headed to her parents place.
After Stéphane left, Elsa closed the door, locked it, and headed upstairs. Well I shouldn't have any trouble sleeping tonight.
What is it with men and making me breakfast? Elsa thought. "Until the morning then," She said as she got up and through on a robe. Escorting him back downstairs, the Half-Elf opened the door, "Pleasant dreams."
"Oh I'm not discouraged in the slightest. That was a truly magical experience." Noticing how tired he appeared, "You're welcome to stay if you want."
Thinking on it for a second, "Maybe you're right. Okay, just an occasional hook-up now and again?"
"Then I propose deal. How about we agree to scratch each other's mutual itches, but not be in a relationship. Does that make sense?" She said while absentmindedly and seductively tracing patterns on her bare hip.
NoF:
Elsa did her damnedest to finish this man off before her fourth climax. With all of her remaining vigor, she bounced, rotated, and rocked her hips in all manner of ways. But to no avail. Upon her fourth orgasm, the Half-Elf collapsed onto the bed, the last few waves of ecstasy pulsing through her body. When a few moments passed, she turned on her side, proped her head up with one elbow and asked, "How long are you here? I have an idea."
NoF: Taking that as a challenge, Elsa leaned forward a bit, put her hands on his chest, looked him in the eye, and smiled, "Well then, let's just see about that." The Half-Elf then began sliding more vigorously on Stéphane's rigid manhood.
NoF: Catching her breath, Elsa shifted to her hands and knees. She gazed as his still stiff member, "My, you have quite the stamina. How much longer can you last I wonder?"
Straddling Stéphane, the Half-Elf guided and eased herself onto his shaft. Slowly, she began rocking her hips back and forth. Reaching down, Elsa grabbed Stéphane's hands and brought them up to her breasts. From there, she ran her fingers through her hair as she increased her rhythm and began to moan once more.
NoF: Elsa was in absolute bliss, her cries of pleasure indicated as much. After her third orgasm of the evening, she managed to say between breaths, "My......turn. On.....your.....back."
NoF: Elsa loved this man vigor. Tilting her head back, she moaned in ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" The Half-Elf began rocking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, increasing both her pleasure and his. Reaching her second peak thus far, the Sorceress' body collapsed on the bed.
Rolling over onto her back, "More, more, I beg you."
NoF: Shuddering in absolute pleasure as she peaked. Regaining some control of herself, she managed to utter, "Please, please, please, take me now!" Getting off of him, she quickly retrieved a lambskin sheath from her bedside drawers. Handing it to Stéphane, "Quickly, put it on."
As he slipped it on, Elsa climbed back into bed on her hands and knees. Looking back at him rather seductively, she gave her hips a slight and deliberately slow wiggle to try and arouse him all the more.
NoF: Elsa stopped momentarily to let out a muffled moan and shuddered. She then continued her ministrations with a renewed vigor. It became increasingly difficult for her to concentrate due to Stéphane's expert tongue work. Soon she couldn't help but stop her work as her breathing became more rapid as her ecstasy built up to peak levels.
Night of Fun: Seductively moving to the bed, she sat on the edge and began stimulating his manhood. When it was sufficiently hardened, Elsa positioned herself on top of him, her moistening treasure in his face. Turning her head, "Enjoy." With that, she licked the tip of his member before taking it into her mouth and began bobbing her head.
Night of Fun: Let's the woman take charge? I like this man. Elsa thought.
Stripping off her clothing, slowly and provocatively, she said, "Strip, and get into the bed."
Elsa's body ignited from Stéphane's kiss, making her let out a sultry moan, "I know you won't." Gently pushing him away, she took his hand and led him upstairs.
Finishing her drink, Elsa stood up, "I'm thinking my place." The Half-Elf led this intoxicating man back to her house. Unlocking the door, she invited him inside. Once they were both inside, she closed and locked the door. Putting her back against the door, she smiled and said, "Your move."
"Oh it will be," Elsa responded before drinking.
Perfect She thought instinctively. "I wasn't thinking of a relationship or anything, so no worries there. How about one more drink then let's get out of here?"
That proposal just sent shivers through her. Elsa wanted this man right now, but she had to 'try' to restrain herself, "And afterward?"
"Well, I have say, you are good at it," Elsa admitted. Although if she was honest with herself, it really didn't take much. "So let's be honest, what are your expectations for this evening."
Leaning in a little closer to whisper into his ear, "Are you trying to get me drunk Mister Decaudin?" She playfully accused.
"Actually? No, no it does not," Elsa said as she ran her index finger lightly from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger. Quickly, she pulled her hand back. The itch was getting stronger, and the Half-Elf wasn't sure if she could contain herself.
"Yes, I bet you have." She replied, unable to hold back the impish grin on her lips.
Again, Elsa tried to hide a blush, but failed. "Flirt," She accused in a completely non-serious tone.
Elsa looked at him curiously, "What do you mean by 'fitting'?"
"Elsa," The young Sorceress responded more enthusiastically than she intended.
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