Elf Boyfriend: Estelar (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster

For the last few months your husband has been away. His father has become ill and he was asked to come home to make amends as well as help the family. Years ago, when he married you, his family did not approve. You were not of a certain social standing that they associated with, and you were not a regal elf like them. They saw you as a tramp and a social climber, and during the first few months of your marriage they tried to prove that to your husband.

Estelar put his foot down. He hoped they would grow to love you over time, but when he saw no change in their attitude, he cut them off. You bought a house in the country where you had grown up, allowing your family to be nearby and help care for the estate. They loved Estelar and welcomed him like their own. For the first few years, he was happy with his decision, but recently, you can sense there is something troubling him. When his family asked him to come home in order to begin mending those bridges, you told him to try.

His letters home are hopeful. He is making progress, especially with his father who was sick. Talking to his mother is like chipping away at stone, and is going to take time. He promises you he will return home soon, and hopefully, together you could visit once his father’s strength has returned. He will be coming home just before the harvest begins. Your property has an extensive vineyard, and Estelar takes pride in it. Wine has always fascinated him, so making his own is a dream come true.

Anxiously, you wait to see his carriage come over the hill. For the past few weeks you have been doing your projects by the window to be able to see him right away. Finally, when the day arrives, you race outside, knocking over a table in the process. You run the length of the house and down the stairs to meet him as soon as he comes out of the carriage.

The door is flung open before the horse even stops, and Estelar flings himself from within and into your arms. “My freckle-faced angel! How I have missed you so!” He kisses your face over and over, picking you up off the ground to spin you.

“My star! I am so happy to see your beautiful face again!” You kiss him happily, barely able to contain yourself. “It has been too long!”

“It has, it has! But I bring gifts from home, including myself.” he says with a flourish. He carries you up the stairs and into the house. “I also bring good news with me.”

All you can do is stare at him. All this time apart just makes you realize how beautiful he is. You had gotten used to him before he left, finally allowing yourself to believe such a handsome elf would love you. Now, the giddy palpitations of disbelief are back. He has such sharp, fine features, elegant limbs, long beautiful hair, that it’s almost too much.

“Dear wife,” he says with a knowing, dastardly smirk, “your cheeks are quite red.”

“You countenance is fairer than I remember,” you giggle. “It will take me time to get over it again.”

Estelar kisses you, still carrying you through the house. “I know there is something that will cause me to glow so beautifully, I have dreamt of nothing else since I left your side.”

You could lose your breath from the anticipation. “My star, I too have imagined our reunion.”

He sets you down on the stairs so you’re a head higher than him. He kisses you, then presses his soft ears to your lips. “It will be like our first union, remember?”

You give him a playful shove. “Do you have such a thing in you still? We were both so young back then.”

His lips drag down your skin, and his skilled tongue traces the curves of your ear. “It has been months since we have seen each other. If I do not have you I may very well burst.”

You take his hand, kissing his palm before leading him up the stairs. Once inside the bedroom you lock the door, and Estelar is already half naked.

“You’re not eager, are you?” you tease, coming up behind him to pepper his bare back with kisses.

He moans deeply from your touch. “I told you, I may die.” He opens his belt and drops his pants. He turns around and his beautiful pink cock is already half hard. He lifts up your skirts, rubbing himself against your bare thigh as he kisses you. “I keep picturing you in that old hayloft,” he moans. “Your freckles like the stars in the sky, your bare breasts, your soft lips.” His tongue darts over your lips before he bites. “Your beautiful hair.” His cock pressed against your soft thigh is growing harder by the second.

Your trail your hands down his pale, smooth body and gaze into his red eyes. “You tasted so delicious that night.” You take his cock into your hand.

He groans. “That beautiful mouth of yours. My freckled angel, please, even for a second will you...?”

You kneel without hesitation. His glans are such a pretty shade of pink, it reminds you of the cakes they serve during festivals. There is no hair on his body aside from his head, so his near-white skin looks almost like frosting.When you kiss him, he shudders. When you lick him, he moans.“I don’t want you getting too excited, you owe me lots of love.” You lick down the shaft then lap his balls onto your tongue. You suckle him, grabbing hold of his thighs as he shivers.

“I know,” he pants. “Don’t worry. I have saved three months worth of love just for this moment. I do not intend to waste it.”

You kiss back up the shaft, swirling your tongue around the glistening end. You squeeze tightly around the base, kissing and licking his glans as it slowly becomes cherry red. Estelar’s sounds fill your head, causing a great wetness between your legs. You take him deep into your mouth, letting his cock slip into your throat, just the way you like. You gag for a second, pulling back and moaning with pleasure. “It’s been a while.”

Estelar strokes your curly hair, pushing it from the face so he can see your eyes. “Your lips have gotten so plump.”

You wink at him. “So has something else.” You take him into your mouth again, suckling and moaning before you let him into your throat again.

You gasp as he pulls out and squeal with delight as he picks you up off the floor. He throws you onto the bed, undoing the belt holding your dress together. He lays you bare upon the bed, then gazes at you with a feverish expression. His fingers tease your nipples and smooth down your belly. He drags his fingers through the fluffy patch of fur between your legs and he grins. “Before I take you, my angel, I have a request.” He spreads your thighs open and rubs himself against you.

You bite your lip and strain so that your back arches, making your hips meet his thrusts. “Right now?”

“It’s important,” he pants. “With harvest coming, there is a seed I wish to plant and sow with you.” He places the end inside. “I want a child.”

“My star,” you whimper. You take his face in your hands. “I do too.”

He slips in deeper, a grin on his face. “Besides you, while I was away, I kept dreaming how sweet it would be to see a babe in your arms.” He thrusts hard, making his way deep inside you.

You grab hold of his shoulders, throwing your head back against the bed. He’s driven today, of course he would be. You tighten around him, feeling his pulse, his veins. You pull him on top of you, his smooth, silken body pressed against yours. “I want every drop of you,” you cry into his ear. “Everything you have. Do not leave me until it is inside.”

He moans loudly from the passion. “You’ll have it. It’s all yours.”

You kiss him, sucking on his tongue, then biting his neck. His long, soft hair falls against your face. He smiles warmly at you. His soft pink lips are glossy, his eyes wide and dark.

You touch his face, letting him nip at your fingers. “So beautiful,” you pant. “I cannot believe you are mine.”

He licks his lips. “I always will be. You’re too perfect to share.”

You strain and arch your back off the bed. “Oh gods! Your cock! Right there!” You grab hold of his arms. “Don’t stop, my star! Stay there! Stay!”

He’s breathing harder, and his face is turning red. He thrusts his hips, faster, faster. He lets out a wild roar, craning back his head, tossing his hair into the air. He thrusts, he stills, he seethes through his teeth.

Your lashes flutter, and you feel faint. You flop against the bed, thighs wide open, body limp, soul shot out from the top of your skull. Estelar jerks a few more times, crying out in a pitiful, lusty way. He falls on top of you, breathing hard against your breast. After a while, he rolls off and lies beside you, his cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, and a dizzy smile upon his lips.

“My, my, my,” you breathe. “I do not know if it has been the time alone, or the fact you came inside me. I can barely move or think!”

You have no idea how he manages to prop himself back up. “Perhaps both.” He leans over and kisses you. “I know it won’t take just once to succeed in your new goal, so all throughout this harvest, I will give you my love and fill you full of it.”

You feel overly sensitive all over, and tremble at his touch. “You get so tired during harvest. Are you sure?”

“I have my goal, my love. I will not let anything get in the way of it.” He sits up and stretches until his back pops.

You yawn and raise your arms over your head. As you do, he bends back over and kisses your belly. You run your fingers through his hair. “Now that we have reacquainted ourselves without one another, my star - tell me, how is your family?”

He looks up at you. “Annoying, but fine.” He lies back beside you, and you curl up at his side. “My father is much better, and he waits for word when he can come visit our home. My mother still makes her comments, but I think if she saw us together and the life we have made, she will see that both of us are honest in our love.”

You frown. “She still believes I only want your money?”

“I am sorry, but yes. She still thinks I’m just sowing my wild oats.”

You giggle and rub your belly. “Oh, I hope they are not too wild.”

He grins, kissing your cheek. “I want my mother to see we love each other. When I met you, I was starstruck. Those freckles, that hair, that lovely smile. And you offered me a flower just because you said I was beautiful.”

“I liked giving my flowers to people who looked sad,” you murmur. “I remember thinking it was such a shame that you looked so unhappy. I thought perhaps a flower would make a smile grow.”

“And it did. It still does.” He kisses the tip of your nose. “You bring me joy every day, and that is what I wish my family could see.”

You hide your face against his chest, smiling brightly with tears in your eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” He hugs you tight. “I am overflowing, which is why I want this baby with you.”

You nod. “Me too. The timing is right. The vineyard is thriving, our love is strong, and the house is beginning to feel empty.”

“I hope I have another curly-headed freckle-faced angel. Nothing would bring me more joy.” He kisses you again before the two of you succumb to sleep.

You wake late that evening and enjoy a quiet meal together by the fire. Estelar goes over the books, sipping coffee and fighting to keep his hair out of his face. You come up behind him, taking his luxuriously soft hair into your hands and braiding it. “I missed this feeling,” he sighs dreamily. “No one does it right back home.”

You kiss the top of his head. “I was thinking - why don’t I write back home to your parents Perhaps if I reach out, it will seem more genuine.”

“My father would appreciate it,” he sighs. “Maybe it will work on my mother.”

You kiss the tip of one of his pointed ears. “I’ll write a letter tomorrow morning and send it out with the post, first thing.”

He glances out the window. “We should not have napped so heavily today. I will be out in the vineyard first thing tomorrow. I will not last the whole day.”

You wrap your arms around him. “Don’t forget about the promise you made to me, also,” you tease.

Estelar chuckles. “Oh, I will not forget. I plan to fill you up just before I leave.” He bites your finger playfully. “Or maybe even right now?”

You bite his ear in return. “Right here?”

He leans his head back. “Why not?” He pats his lap. “It’s been months. You think just once was enough?”

You move aside the books and ledgers and sit in his lap. He opens your robe, exposing your breast for his mouth to explore. He takes you there in front of the fire, his pale skin glowing rosy warm before the flames. He looks mesmerizing above you, so elegant and sculpted.

Once the sun rises, Estelar sets out to work in the vineyard and you prepare to write to his family. You’re a bit worried about what to say or how you’ll come across. It’s been a long time since you last saw them, and you’ve had very few experiences with them, aside from Estelar’s brother. You manage to write something you hope sounds sincere and send it off.

Estelar is positively radiant when he returns from the vineyard. He boasts of an exceptional crop, and he’s even brought in grapes so you can see how delicious they are. Already Estelar is beginning plans to expand for next year. “This may be the finest wine we’ll ever make this year. I think this is a sign, my angel!” He kisses your cheek.

“We can only hope so.”

The crops are harvested and prepared to make the wine. The large vats are set up, and the stone oven is being prepared so a large feast can be cooked when the first batch is done. It is around this time you receive word back from Estelar’s family.

“My father is well enough to travel,” Estelar murmurs. There is a strangely sour look upon his face.

“But?” you urge him to continue.

He huffs and rubs at the back of his neck. “I am nervous. I don’t want them to treat you horribly again. I couldn’t take it if they did.” He scowls. “Especially if...” His eyes flick to your belly. “They could be grandparents soon.”

You sit down on the arm of his chair and kiss his forehead. “I will have words with them if they say anything.”

“If they do, they are gone.”

You prepare labels for the bottles, drawing pretty designs and having Estelar use his calligraphy skills to write the dates and the name of your vineyard, Starlight Valley. You have ink and paint on your hands, so of course, this would be when a carriage pulls up before the house.

“It’s my parents,” Estelar says urgently. He rushes about, unsure what to do until he steps outside to greet them. You follow after him, trying to hide your dirtied hands. Estelar’s father, Ellisar, is the first to emerge, handsome and tall like his son, but his features are smoother, more androgynous than his son’s. He looks tired and much thinner than the last time you saw him. Estelar kisses him, then moves to help his mother in the carriage.

Ellisar looks up at you, red eyes focusing before they soften with his smile. “I understand if you are hesitant to welcome us, but I want you to know how happy I was that you sent that letter.” He bows. “Thank you for inviting us to your home.”

You step down the stairs and show him your hands. “I would shake your hand, father, but I am afraid your son and I were preparing the wine labels when you arrived.”

He smiles, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “He was bragging about your vineyard! How goes the harvest?”

You smile, feeling a bit relaxed in his presence. “It went well, father. Our best crop to date! We will be stomping our first vat tomorrow if you’d like to see.”

Estelar’s mother, Wynather, steps down from the carriage, holding her son’s hand. Her features are sharp like Esterlar’s. She looks dangerous upon first glance, almost villainous. She is tall and regal and seems to float when she walks. She takes one look at you and her eyes widen. “My god.”

“Mother!” Estelar snaps.

She gives him a severe look. “When were you going to tell us she was with child?” She jabs him in the ribs. “Look at her!”

“What?” you gasp in alarm. “Mother, we would have said so if...”

“I have an eye,” she says. “I can see it instantly.” She approaches you and cups your cheeks in her long, cold hands. “I can feel it.”

“Mother,” Estelar scolds again. “We are trying to have our first child, but it is far too soon to tell if...”

She snaps her fingers at him. “I know what I see, and the flower girl is pregnant. Argue if you want, but in a month’s time I will be proven right by the swelling of her breasts and the ache in her feet. She is going to carry heavy!”

“What wonderful news!” Ellisar says joyfully.

“Get my bags. I wish to nap,” Wynather commands.

You follow after her. “I’ll show you to your room, mother.”

“You do not call me mother,” she scoffs. “You call me Wynather, is that clear? You may be pregnant with my grandchild, but while my son deserves an heir, he deserves one of noble bearing.”

You stomp your foot. “Now listen here! You are in my home, you do not get to speak to me in such a manner. I love your son, and that should be all that matters to you! He is my world, and this baby is proof of how much we adore one another! I would have loved him if he were penniless.”

Wynaher is smirking and giggling.

“Do not laugh at me!”

“My child,” she places a hand upon your shoulder. “I believe you. I just wanted to hear it.”

You frown. “You could have asked!”

She nods. “I could have, but I still enjoy poking the bear, as they say. Now, where is my room?”

That evening, they both join in on the feast. Ellisar even stomps grapes with his son. The event is festive and bright, and you enjoy wine from the previous year, which Wynather forbids you to drink since you're pregnant. You humor her, even though the wine looks delicious.

During their visit, Wynather instructs you on the perfect nursery for the child, even though you are still uncertain about her prediction. She sends for furniture that is stored in their home, ones used when Elestar was born. “He was a very fat baby, so pink. The doctor had to grease him up because he got stuck.” She smirks at the memory. “I will make sure to send that same doctor when your due date is close.”

“You seem so certain.”

“I am positive!” she scoffs. “Give it a few more months and I can tell you if you should prepare the room with knights or princesses,” she titters.

You roll your eyes. “How can you even tell that?”

“It is an ability the members of my family possess. A special gift that built our fortune as midwives long ago.” She gazes out the window, where Estelar and Ellisar are corking the wine bottles with your family.

“If you came from such humble beginnings, then why did you hate me so?”

“Because a mother wants only the best for her children, you’ll understand.” She glances back at you. “I still worry, but you have grown on me. Perhaps you will suffice.”

“Thank you?”

She pats the top of your head. “Now! As for a nanny, I would not recommend letting her sleep in the nursery. Let her have nights off, and let the baby sleep with you and Estelar in your chambers.”

“Why do you say that?”

She looks down at you. “Because I regret not taking my own nanny’s advice.”

As the weather becomes colder and harsher, you realize that Wyanther’s prediction was true. Your belly is growing, as do your appetite and feet. With her prediction confirmed, Wynather and Ellisar ask to stay until the birth of their grandchild. You and Elestar agree, especially since traveling for them now could get dangerous. Months go on, and one day, Wynather gives you a look.

“You know!” you gasp.

She lifts her hands. “I won’t say a word.”

That night as you get into bed with Elestar, he is all grins and giggles. You glare at him and pull his pillow away. “She told you!”

“Who told me? Told me what?”

You hit his face. “You know what our baby is!”

He takes the pillow and tries to yank it from you. “Maybe I do. So what?”

You scowl and release the pillow. “So...” You pout. “So?”

He grabs you up in a hug and kisses you. “With any luck, we will be having a child as beautiful and adorable as you. Freckles and more.”

Tears well up in your eyes and you begin to sob onto his chest. “Are you sure?” Your voice squeaks.

“Mother is positive.” He cups your wet cheek in his hand. “Are you happy?”

You nod. “Of course! I just hate her being right.”

Estelar laughs and hugs you tight. “Me too, my star. Me too.”

The baby comes in the black of night, when Estelar and Ellisar have gone away to help a neighboring family whose house had been crushed by a tree felled by snow. You cry out in pain, feeling the baby moving in a strange way. Wynather calmly comes into your room, and the entire night she stays by your side. The rest of the world is encased in snow, but the room you are in is alive with a roaring fire. Wynather coaxes you, helping you through the pain until the doctor arrives. The baby comes in the morning, as the embers of the fire go out. Her cries fill the chilled air as Wynather places her in your arms.

Estelar comes in as Wynather is mopping your brow, and the baby has taken to your breast. The room is quiet until he breaks into sobs. The baby already has thick white curls, and her skin is mottled pink and peach. She’s heavy already, just as Wynather said.

You take hold of her hand before she leaves. “Wynather, thank you.”

She kisses your forehead. “Of course.” She leaves the room to let you rest.

Estelar holds the baby, tears still in his eyes. “Do we have a name yet? I can’t remember anything.”

“I was thinking of Estella, but that might get confusing.” You close your eyes. “I am so tired. You decide.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “No. Estella is perfect,” he smiles. “That’s mother’s middle name.”

You reach out and hold his hand. “Not that.” You both smile and he kisses you, placing baby Estella back into your arms.

“She’s perfect,” he whispers.

“She is.” You kiss her, and she starts to coo. “So are you.”