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Ayla’s eyes burn from the shining afternoon sun. Waking up with her hand clenched in a fist, nails digging deep into the palm. It’s the average wake up call for a dark witch living deep inside elven forests.
“God’s-”, Ayla grumbles as she throws her arm over her eyes, brunette hair imitating a halo around her head on the pillow, the sun almost burning as if she were a vampire. She sits up finally and rubs her eyes, swinging her legs over the side of the bed before getting up and stretching. She sits still, trying to wake herself up as she listens to the sounds of frogs from nearby swamps croaking with birds chirping in the distance.
Several moons ago, a war broke out between Elven and Witch kind, severing any form of bond that was even hoped of being created, not wanting to offend the elves for their great resources, most other kinds sided with them. Families were slaughtered, buildings and forestry were destroyed, and Ayla became the last remaining of the Bozena line. For this reason, Ayla decided to just live peacefully and quietly. As the last of her bloodline, her goal is to settle in marriage and have children to watch grow before she passes, living under the identity of a human girl and not a witch.
She grabs her purse before leaving the cottage and heading towards the village. The walk is peaceful, with trees covering the path and the continuous sounds of nature, sunlight barely peeping through the trees; Ayla sighs as she puts a hand on her satchel and yawns from her long sleep.
The bustling crowd of people is slightly irritating to navigate for Ayla as she says a string of ‘pardon me’s and ‘excuse me’s through the people.
“Madam Ginum, how are you?”, she greets the owner of the tea shop on the corner as she approaches.
“Quite alright, dear, and you?”the Madam asks back.
“I’ve been working on maintaining the moonflowers life in my garden recently alongside the venus quadrapes”, Ayla says with a small smile as the madam prepares her usual tea order and tea leaves. “It’s hard though with the moon being covered by the thick clouds recently, the moonflowers get less luminescent”, she explains.
“You and those flowers…”, the madam sighs, “How do you expect to find a man when you focus so much on your garden?”, she asks.
Ayla pauses and goes silent, looking off to the side, “... I’m hoping he’ll just fall into my lap…?”Ayla admits as the madam simply huffs in exhaustion.
“We’ll see how likely that is to happen when you come back with no man again”, Madam Ginum says as she hands over Ayla’s order. Ayla smiles awkwardly but says her thanks before heading over to the food stalls to find ingredients for dinner. Practically salivating, she chooses the different assortments of ingredients to make a goulash dish, before someone suddenly bumps into her, almost dropping the butter she had just bought. When she turns around to confront the perpetrator, she’s only met with the sight of men rushing through the crowd, her slight irritation turns to confusion as other people start blocking her view. For survival’s sake, she decides to stay out of it and return home.
The sun had begun to set completely, causing a soft orange glow over the horizon. Ayla hums softly before a loud rustle sounds from the trees. She pauses and looks around first, assuming a squirrel simply ran up the side, before suddenly, what feels like a boulder slams into her, “OOMPH-”, and she goes down. For a few disoriented seconds, she lays there before she can finally see straight. Looking down finally, she sees a man- no… an elven man laying across her lap, looking no better than she was a minute ago.
“Oh my gosh, are you alright?!”, she asks him, trying to get him up more than anything.
“...”, the man slightly lifts his head up, albeit tensively as he looks up at her with heavy breaths. “...my… flower”, he says before passing out. She stares at him for a few more seconds before looking around, deciding what to do. The village market area is too far back away to drag him, and she can simply use quick magic to levitate him…
The trail is suddenly as taxing as it was earlier in the day to maintain focus on the elven man just to keep him afloat. She finally relaxes as she drops him at her front door, heaving as though she ran a marathon, before dragging him inside. The sofa was good enough, she decided, pulling him up with good effort. “Wow”, she says, finally getting a good look at him. His build is fairly muscular but with a lean side to it, as all elven men mostly are, he looks almost androgynous for how beautiful he is with whitish silver hair and wispy bangs covering his forehead. Looking at him taking up most of her sofa, their height difference is a good 7 or so inches apart.
She looks back up to his face and notices signs of flushing in his cheeks and sweat beading near his hairline, fetching a cold wash cloth. She folds it neatly and gently presses it against his burning forehead, at the same time, his hand suddenly stops her from moving.
“My… flower..”, he murmurs again, half awake and still visibly out of it.
“Flower?”, she asks him
“My bride… my flower..”, he says before she finally realizes some form of poison or gas is affecting him.
“...SNAP OUT OF IT”, she says, shaking him by the shoulders, before pausing to actually check his symptoms. Leaning closely to his chest to hear his heartbeat, it only takes seconds to piece it all together.
“Aphrodisiac…?”, she says quietly before rushing out to the small garden behind the cottage. Out of 6 moonflowers, only one is good enough for the neutralizing antidote, she swipes the only good one and gathers natural roots grown in the garden. Boiling the blend into a tea-like drink is the only way, but it only takes 20 minutes.
*Crash*
Ayla pauses after starting the boiling mixture and hurries back to the main room, watching the afflicted man stumble around to find his bearings.
“Sit down, you’re not of sound mind right now”, she says, reaching out to him to sit him back down, but instead, he just grips her wrist.
“It’s… warm..”, he says with unfocused eyes.
“You’re under the influence of an aphrodisiac”, she tries to explain, looking up into his eyes. He gives her this strange look before leaning into her neck and… smelling her.
“Hey!...”, she says, flustered as she tries to pull him back after a few seconds of stunned silence.
“My flower…”, he says again.
“I’m not your flower”, she gently clarifies as she holds his hands to steady him.
“I need help… my flower”, he says, causing Ayla to sigh at the situation she’s facing, looking around in thought before observing him for a moment. His eyes are almost pleading, making Ayla feel slightly bad but also not knowing if she can even help at all.
“Are you positive…?”, she asks him quietly, before he slowly nods with a small ‘yes…’, leaving his lips. She guides him to sit down on the sofa before slowly getting onto her knees. She looks up into his eyes one last time before slowly undressing his lower half. She bites deeply into her lower lip, shyly, as she pulls down his undergarments and frees his cock. She can't help but swallow slightly, she’s read countless stories of romance and… heated ones too from libraries, but to have ever considered suddenly doing the act one day that was out of sight out of mind.
She slowly moves her hand up and down over his shaft, looking up at him as he groans softly from the relief of touch. She begins to think about how to apologize to him when he’s finally cured, “Keep going…”, he says breathily, pulling her from her thoughts as she picks back up her pace, he suddenly starts thrusting slightly into her hand which surprises her slightly as he hardens. He breathes heavily between his soft groans as he keeps using her hand to get off. Ayla’s cheeks grow increasingly red at the situation before pre cum starts beading at the tip of his cock, she removes her hand to get lotion, having read it in a novel before. He grits his teeth slightly in need as he watches her walk away in his miserable state.
Moments later, she returns with lotion on her hands, wrapping her hand around him again and resuming her previous motion. He bites his lower lip as he groans, before sighing. Ayla watches his face as she strokes him, watching his eyes go half lidded from pleasure as she keeps her fast pace. Only a few strokes later does white, sticky liquid flow over the back of her hand. Ayla slowly removes her hand before he catches it and gives her a cat-like head tilt to observe her.
“Thank you, my flower…”, he says before affectionately pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, leaving Ayla to simply look at him in slight astonishment from the affection.
“...um..”, she says as she finally turns her head before smelling the tea blend. “I’ll be right back”, she says as she gets up and checks the almost done mixture, and deciding it’s good enough, pours it into a cup with a mix of light sugar before bringing it into the main room for him. He looks at her again with this noticeable soft look as she gives the tea to him, sitting down next to him.
“This is an antidote that’ll calm the effects of the aphrodisiac”, she explains as she watches him look into the tea, look at her, then slowly lifting the tea to his lips. He licks his lower lip slightly and waits for a few seconds before he sighs softly.
“Feel better?...”Ayla asks him as he slowly nods, the fog in his mind clearing up.
“Um…”, he starts awkwardly, “Thank you, miss…”, he says.
“Ayla”, she finishes for him before he smiles slightly and nods in appreciation.
“I’m Sylvian Carmi”, he says, somewhat shyly, which is a weird look on a guy his size.
“I want to say that… I’m sorry”, Ayla starts, he looks directly into her eyes and almost gains a look of confusion on his face.
“Sorry for what, exactly?...”, he asks her as he sets the tea cup down gently.
“I.. touched you while you were under the influence”, she says hesitantly.
“I know what I asked you”, he says.
“... I thought aphrodisiac fully clouds your mind and affects your body completely”, she says as she endures a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“I still heard everything you said… and I agreed”, he says before looking away for a second and then looking back, “You’re my flower”, he smiles softly.
“Sorry… What does ‘my flower’ mean exactly?"she asks before he turns to fully face her.
“Elves can determine their soulmate by scent, there’s a particular scent that our soulmate possesses… which also affect us”, he explains, “Yours… smells like sweet vanilla and cherries”, “We only have one soulmate our entire life, and only one flower that we can smell”, he leans in to gain a whiff of her scent again, “And it just so happens that you’re mine”, he leans back to give her some space again as she glances to the side in understanding, “That being said, I only got worse after smelling you”. “I was originally looking for my soulmate because my parents have urged me to get married… who would’ve thought I would meet her after being ambushed in the middle of the forest”, he says with a soft smile again.
“In the trees?..” Ayla asks with concern.
Sylvian nods, “It’s the most effective way of travel for elves and allows for easier resting spots while remaining hidden”, he says.
“Then who ambushed you in the middle of the forest?”Ayla asks, “With a toxin like an aphrodisiac too?”
“That…”, “...I have a hunch but I can’t say for sure”, he says.
“Do you feel completely better?” Ayla asks him as she picks up the teacup again.
“Ah, yes, thank you”, he says, “May I stay here for a little?”, he asks Ayla before she looks back up at him.
“Yes…”, she says, feeling both sympathetic and also… attracted to him before smiling somewhat shyly at him, to which he returns back to her.
The rest of the afternoon passes swiftly, meaningless chatter passes between the two as Sylvian helps make the goulash dish with Ayla’s instructions and some laughter from Ayla as she watches Sylvian be somewhat clueless about everything but looking on in interest. Sylvian noticeably observes Ayla’s measured movements as she chops the ingredients, making Ayla feel a warmth she doesn’t recognize.
“I.. have to tell you something”, Ayla finally says after moments of silence, causing Sylvian to look at her with a look that says ‘go ahead’. “I’m a dark witch”, she admits before finally looking back up at Sylvian who doesn't wear a single look of disgust like she thought he would.
“I know”, he says simply with a small smile, causing Ayla to pause with confusion, “You knew? How?”, she asks him.
“Your scent gave it away first”, he says, “And then the witch hat in the corner”, he adds, pointing to the classical pointy witch hat hanging on a hook.
“Oh… right” Ayla says as she looks at the hook in the main room, “But how did my scent give it away?”, looking back at him
“Elves can also sense magical signatures”, he says, “Witch’s typically smell like types of fruit”, he says, “It’s what caused a war in the first place”, he says as he watches her combine the chopped vegetables and freeze.
“Caused a war? The scent of witches is what caused the war between elves and witches?”Ayla asks with confusion and slight hurt. Seeing her displeasure, Sylvian panics and starts waving his arms in denial, “I didn’t mean it like that…! I just meant that… elves were obsessed with the fruit scent of witches”. “Hold on, I thought elves could only smell their soulmate?” Ayla asks.
“It’s only true after we smell our soulmate, and only then do we smell no one other than our soulmate”, Sylvian explains as he looks into Ayla’s eyes, causing her to pause momentarily before looking back at the vegetables in the pot. “... Are you nervous now?” “Around me?”Sylvian asks Ayla.
“Even though I probably should be… not really, no”, she says, “you…”, she starts but almost seemingly can’t finish her words. Sylvian looks at her with another cat-like head tilt as if trying to peek into the windows of her soul.
“... Nevermind”, she finally says as she finishes up the rest of the goulash dish. Sylvian simply watches her move around the kitchen now, almost sulkingly as he wants to know what she thinks of him. Ayla ignores the look from Sylvian as she serves up the goulash. “... my family name is Bozena”, she says as she places her bowl at the dining table.
“Ayla Bozena…”, he murmurs as he walks over to the table, “The witch family that was known for the shadow magic, right?”, he asks.
“Yes…” Ayla says softly as she sits down in front of her bowl.
“You must be pretty powerful then”, Sylvian says as he sits down across from her. Ayla glances up from her bowl at him, “Not really… I would've been considered average in my family if they were all alive today” Ayla says as she remembers the day her mother almost burnt down the entire forest to protect her from the oncoming attack before she was pushed into a shadow portal to hide, then never seeing her mom again.
“...I’m sorry”, Sylvian says after a few seconds with his head lowered slightly. Ayla contemplates for a moment, “It’s alright” Ayla says with a small smile as she breathes a sigh of relief. “My mother would’ve wanted me to live peacefully and happily no matter what”, Ayla says, knowing it’s not Sylvian’s fault for what happened all those years ago.
“I know your whole family’s proud”, Sylvian says softly as he slowly reaches across the table to brush his hand over hers.
Ayla smiles softly again, “Thank you, Sylvian”, she says as she takes her last bite. Ayla cleans the table as Sylvian watches her again, ‘he must still be somewhat out of it’, she thinks. After the table is practically stripped of any molecule of dirtiness, Sylvian walks down the hall.
“Where are you going?”, she asks before he turns around, “Isn’t your room down here?”, he asks.
“Yes, but why are you going there?”, she asks.
“To sleep with my future wife”, Syvlian says with a smile.
“Future wife-?”, she asks as if shocked before quickly following him to her bedroom, and getting a clear view of his toned back muscles, “woah-”, she says after being stopped in her tracks as she gawks at him.
“Come”, he says as he pats the bed after getting in. Ayla looks between him and the bed before hesitantly getting in. Ayla's cheeks are warm as she clutches the covers, only seconds pass as Sylvian leans in and almost buries his face in the crook of her neck, smelling her again. Ayla remains still before he slowly leans back and looks at her in silent permission. She gives a small nod before their lips meet, Sylvian leaning into her like she was the one thing he was missing in life, Ayla allows him to though.
Sylvian slowly moves to kiss down her neck as he puts his hands on her waist to gently lay her down on the bed. Ayla takes off her shirt, before Sylvian moves to help her. His eagerness was showing in more ways than one as he finished undressing her as if she couldn't do it herself.
“I’ve never done this before… I’ve only read about it”, Ayla admits somewhat awkwardly, as if she wasn’t at all eager to finally be intimate.
“Don’t worry”, Sylvian smiles softly, “We’ll start slow then”, he says as he gently moves his hands down her body and gently pushing apart her legs. “May I?...”He asks her while she nods, not knowing what to do with her hands in this case, simply putting them to her chest as she watches Sylvian’s head disappear between her legs, his tongue creating a wet line over her labia. She swallows nervously, cheeks pink from the intimacy.
Without warning Sylvian’s tongue suddenly protrudes inside her, causing her to gasp slightly in surprise as Sylvian’s mouth covers her labia hood and entrance. Finally, her hand goes down to instinctively reach for his strands of hair as he practically savors the taste of Ayla. Her breathing gets louder, the sounds of eating her as if she were the best thing he’s tasted in his life simultaneously resound through the room. Sylvian puts one hand on her leg before using his right, pointer and middle finger to fill her up, slowly inserting them after he removes his tongue. He watches her face as his fingers slide in, cautious of any discomfort he may cause before slowly thrusting them back and forth
Ayla grasps his hair more as he sucks her clit, still feeling up her walls with his fingers before finding the perfect spot. He blinks slightly in surprise as he gently maneuvers his fingers and glances up at her before inserting two more fingers. Her head goes back slightly as he fucks her with his fingers before removing his mouth and leaning up to watch her face. Ayla’s louder now, moaning softly into her arm, trying to cover the embarrassing noises, to which Sylvian gently moves her arm.
“Let me hear you”, he says as he continues to finger fuck her. Ayla moans out his name breathily, causing him to slow for a moment and then resume faster, “Say it again… please…”, he says with arousal.
“Sylvian…!”, she says almost desperately before he removes his fingers from her, before Ayla can ask what he’s doing he suddenly takes off his pants in one go.
“Please, I need you so badly”, he says, practically gripping the base of his erect cock as he leans over her. Ayla looks up into his eyes and nods, and that's the only thing he needs from her before he slowly slides inside. Ayla practically feels the swelling of his cock inside. “God’s…” Sylvian huffs out before slowly moving in and out of her. Ayla can almost feel every detail of him inside her as she watches both his face and the movement of his hips as they meet hers slowly.
“Please let me… let me go faster”, Sylvian practically sighs out. “Do it”, Ayla says reassuringly before his pace picks up tremendously, holding onto her in an embrace as he frenetically thrusts inside. Ayla’s lungs practically leave her as she’s left to simply moan out into his ear, wrapping her arms around him to somehow steady her. “Oh… fu-”, she moans out as she feels her thighs tremble, Sylvian not slowing down even for a moment as Ayla’s back arches slightly as her mouth drops open as she comes. Thrusting through her pleasure, he continues before kissing her as he releases inside. He finally slows down, still gently thrusting, “Again…?”, he asks her with hopeful eyes.
“Again?”Ayla asks before he starts thrusting again.
Ayla realizes she both proved madam Ginum wrong and that it was going to be a long, long night.