Elf Boyfriend: Estelar (special preview)

For the last few months your husband has been away. His father had become ill and he was asked to come home to make amends as well as help the family. Years ago, back 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 tried to prove that to your husband.

Estelar put his foot down, he had hoped they would grow to love you over time, but when he saw no change in their attitude, he cut them off. You moved together, buying 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 could sense there was something troubling him. So when his family asked him to come home in order to begin mending those bridges, he told him to try.

His letters home were hopeful, he was making progress, especially with his father who was sick. His mother was like chipping away at stone, it was going to take time. He promised you he would return home soon, and hopefully, together we could come visit once his father’s strength had returned. He would be coming home just before fall and the harvest began. Your property had an extensive vineyard upon them, and Estelar took pride in it. Wine had always fascinated him, so making his own was a dream come true.

Anxiously, you awaited to see his carriage come over the hill. For the past few weeks you had been doing your projects by the window in order to see him right away. Finally, when the day arrived, you raced from what you were doing, knocking over a table in the process. You used from the house and down the stairs to meet him as soon as he came out of the carriage.

The door flung open before the horse even stopped and Estelar flung 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 flourishing grin. “I also bring good news with me.” He carries you up the stairs and into the house.

All you can do is stare at him, all this time apart just makes you realize how beautiful he is again. You had gotten used to him before he left, finally made yourself believe such a handsome Elf would love you. Now, all those giddy heart palpitations from disbelief were back. He has such sharp, fine features, elegant limbs, long beautiful hair, 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 upon 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.” You 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 to 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.