“You’re such a lovely boy.” Elena gave him a sweet peck on the cheek. Without Darius being aware of it, she had moved to his back and climbed on. She surprised Darius, but not too much. She had done it earlier today. Then, she held out her right hand and the palm glowed. The little sun appeared and the trees seemed to light up from their bases to the crowns, all eight of them, forming an irregular octagon. By now her whole hand was glowing and she turned her palm to face the trees, her fingers spread out. Slowly she extended her arm forward as if she was pushing the air and the little sun burst into golden rays of light and dusts. She had cast her magic out. Immediately, on every glowing tree, a golden circle lighted up on the trunks. A greenish woody vine, thick as a wrist, grew out from each of them heading straight to an intersection, roughly at the centre of the octagon. When they met, they interlocked. By now, these radial vines looked like the spokes of a wheel. At the centre, smaller green vines grew out, interweaving among themselves and slowly, a large green bowl began to form. At the same time, small vines also grew out of the spokes that would weave out the circular threads of a spider web.

“You can make a spider web with your vines?” He was amazed.

“Yeah, fifteen feet high, like you said.”

“With a bird nest on top?”

“Yeah, so bring me up,” said Elena hugging him tightly.

A vine grew down for them. The elf held on to it with both his hands, getting ready for a climb. But the vine grew around his hands binding to them tightly. And then it pulled, launching them straight up. They screamed in excitement. When they reached the highest point, Darius made a somersault and they started to fall. The drop was every bit as exciting as the high speed upwards, only that, it was too short. Darius landed inside the bird nest.

“That was quite a ride,” she said while getting down from Darius She was thrilled. She then sat down at the edge of the bowl-shaped bird nest leaning on the wall of the nest to catch her breath. Darius walked around but there was not much space to walk. It was like a little circular room. He looked out to the forest. The walls were only slightly higher than his waist so his hands could rest on the top edge like it was a hand rail and tried to breathe in the panorama. The view from an elevated position had always captivated Darius. Back home, he liked to climb up the mountains and bedazzled by the borderless scene. For a moment there, he forgot about Elena who was sitting behind him crossing her legs and her hands with interlocking fingers rested on her flat tummy. Although the bird nest was not that big, it was considerably spacious for two. The inner side was covered by a layer of grass-like moss. It was soft and comfortable.

She looked at her handsome pet and suddenly her eyes became moist. When Darius turned to her, he could see her slender legs, one crossed over the other, her foot dangling invitingly. She had taken off her shoes and he could see now how delicate her little toes were. Following the trail set up by her leg, starting from her toes, crossing the arch to her heel and up the sensuous calf, smooth and silky, then down the thigh all the way to the cheek of her ass, which was sitting on a layer of moss, his eyes devoured her whole legs. To his great disappointment, the cross of her legs hid that vital point from his view.

She liked the way he looked at her, admiring her, scrutinizing her, hungered for her. She looked at him with timid eyes and said, slowly and softly, “Why are you still standing there?” The melody of her voice struck him like a peal of thunder.

Darius was stunned but immediately awaken to the fact that his time had come. He knew what he was supposed to do. He rushed over but he did not know how to begin. She looked too pretty, untainted, too pure to touch. She smiled and stretched her arms forward and said, “Well, we can start with a hug and a kiss.”

And thus, Darius bent forward and their lips interlocked. Slowly, the tender kiss grew voracious. His mouth was devouring hers, their limbs interweaved like the vines. They rolled about, violent yet tender. The remains of her magic kept the vines growing, completing the spider web concentric circles and closing the bird nest with a dome and sprouted leaves to cover up all the holes. When everything was completed, it looked like a spiderweb had caught a gigantic emerald egg.

When morning arrived, they were still sleeping. They were at it the whole night. Darius was particularly keen and energetic, having not doing it for the last half a year and having to build up such a high reserve of enthusiasm had taken four lengthy courses to deplete. Darius had never felt such intensity, perhaps, they all came too easily back home. The elves had no qualms about sex. It was entirely normal like taking a swim. Boys and girls were free to mix around. When they came of age, they first did it in the schools and parties, and then, they did it in the barracks. During military training, they were put together in groups and they did everything together in groups. They trained together, they ate together, they bathed together, they slept together, they defecated together, and doing it was just the next natural course. This was the integral part in building up their kinship. Someday, they were to die together in some war, though none of them looked forward to that day. Who wants to die when life is good, they all thought.

But with her, it was different. It felt different. This was not friends doing it to satisfy each other, but something much more. For the first time in his young life, Darius felt a strange emotion, an uncontrollable emotion of wanting, not just any wanting but wanting her, wanting to do it with just her, wanting to do things to her. Darius thought that perhaps, this was love. He had never been in love despite the many elf girls he had been with. He had been particularly fond of some of them but those feeling always faded away with time and also with the number of times the intercourses had involved them. But this one, he could not be sure. How could he be? He had never felt this way before. Only time could ascertain. But one thing Darius was sure. He would do anything for her, to protect her, to make her happy, to satisfy her every need, though for the protection part, he confessed, rather distastefully, that it would likely be the other way around.

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Elena was the first to wake. She was sleeping on Darius’ right arm, which must be numb by now. She looked at his handsome face and dishevelled hair with her large green eyes. She watched him steadily, her eyes were unblinking and a smile flitted across her lips. Their faces were so close to each other that she could hear his breathing. She could see his face smooth without a single line or blemish. Really, you’re better off with the books than the swords, she thought. She then felt his other hand cupping her breast and his left leg crossing hers and his thigh pressing down on her pubic region.

She reflected upon what happened last night. She did not like the first round that much. It was overly fervent and rough. He held her too tight as if she would run away. His strokes were too harsh and his kisses too rush. But she bore her discomfort tenderly, always accepting, always accommodating. She liked the second more, which was markedly different from the first, not by a pause in between but by a change in Darius. When the initial fire had died down, spewed out during the first few volcanic eruptions, his movement settled down more to a rhythm. He was slower, gentler, not rushing like a hungry person eating, and he made more efforts for her. She was greatly aroused. He was gentle and yet he was more penetrating. She could feel him more, deep within her, she felt as if her whole-self was being conquered and occupied. By the time the second round was finished, they collapsed onto each other, tired, and they slept. Well, after that, there was the third and the fourth course. First time sleeping together for young lovers was not a plain sailing affair. They kept waking up the other and then, they had to do it. The fire had died down but it kept burning in the embers and once the wind blew, it lighted up again. Finally, after the fourth round, the day was breaking and they were totally spent. To be honest, it was Darius that was totally spent and she was just happy that he spent it all on her.

Now, she pushed him over and clambered on top. Darius woke up and saw her pretty green eyes, which got bigger and closer and he felt her moist lips on his. He grasped her tiny waist and then slid them over to the small of her back. And thus, they began again, or rather, continued their unfinished story, part two. The sun had ascended to its peak but in the nest, it was still dim. They did not know the time and did not bother about it. For the whole day, they were at it, stopping for a while from time to time to reenergize until the sun was going down behind the mountains. Darius was totally exhausted, hungry and thirsty.

“Had enough?”

“Enough, is not a good word here,” said Darius while catching his breath and smiling. It was almost dark in the nest. The last bout was just over. He turned and looked at her, stroking her green hair and caressing her pale face. “You’re so lovely.”

“Stop. Don’t mess with my hair. I’ll get you something to eat.”

“No, no, don’t go. I think it’s already dark out there,” he said, concerned that she was leaving. He tried to peer outside through the leafy vines. He could not see much. The light was faint.

“Who said that I want to go out?” The tip of her forefinger shone in the dim interior and like a candle in the night, the whole nest lighted up. Out grown from the wall on the other side bunches of grapes and berries, melons, bananas, tomatoes, cucumbers and many other fruits. Darius had seen some of them before; they were indigenous to the Everglades and also to the surrounding Elflands like Highlands, Lowlands, Riverdales and Lakesides, the five major Elflands, but the others, which were tropical, not.

“Have some fruits. They are just normal fruits. I can’t grow Oldbark’s berries. They need some special attentions.”

Darius attacked them with gusto. He was quite tired of Oldbark’s berries anyway. “I had some of these before when I was on the road. But these are nice and sweet. I think I’m turning into a fruitarian.”

He picked a large watermelon lying on the soft floor. He wanted to break it up with his knee since he did not have a knife.

“Stop,” cried Elena. “You’ll mess up the place. Bring it here.”

“Why! Do you have a knife?”

Elena touched the watermelon with his fingers and in an instant, a fine line scintillated, emitting a trail of softly glowing dust like a lit fuse and tracing a full circle along the melon’s equator.

“There. Just open it slowly along the seam.”

Darius slowly and gently pulled the watermelon apart at the seam and to his surprise, only the skin with the rind came off. It was like taking off a helmet, leaving behind the juicy round red flesh, smooth and glistening. Looking on his other hand, a dome of skin and rind, the elf said, “Wow, you really know how to cut a watermelon.”

Elena giggled and leaned back against the vines.

“Come, have some.” Darius took a big bite and red juice spewed out and trickled down his face.

“You’re still making a mess.”

“I can’t help it. Maybe you can slice it into small cubes with your wonderful magic,” Darius said with his mouth full of melon juice.

“I don’t know how to slice. I can only ask it to grow apart.” So, Elena opened up her hand and a small bee completely made out of golden light, flew out from the centre of her palm. It hovered above the glowing palm and then, flew through the air and disappeared into the watermelon. Then, straight golden lines began to glow forming orderly squares on the remaining flesh separating the whole flesh into cubes.

“There. Happy.”

“I was only joking. But this is definitely more practical.” Darius picked a red cube up and put it into his mouth. He went over and sat by Elena’s side. “Here, have some.”

“I don’t really need to eat. Have some more. You’ll need it,” she said while wrapping his arm gently with her arms and body.

“Oh, yeah. You’re not organic,” he said in a slightly uneasy way. But quickly, he changed the subject. “But what happened to that cute little… golden bee?”

“That’s just a projection of my magic. It can be a star, a speck of dust, a bee, a fly, anything I want. But I thought that a fly wouldn’t be that appetizing.”

“You got that right. So, you can make any plants do whatever you want?”