The Photographer's Wife's Fantasy - Part 1

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You are married to a professional commercial photographer. He loves taking photos with you in them, as much as you enjoy seeing his work in ads or magazines. One thing you enjoy is when he uses you as a background model.

There are ad campaigns he has shot where the focus is on the professional models in the foreground, but he purposely had you join the background models. Sometimes it is just your back or the top of your head that is visible in a staged crowd scene.

In one photo, he is proud of, where a model holds up a drink for the ad campaign. You are one of the people in the background, face fully visible as you look to be drinking and chatting with a male model.

That is the professional side of his life.

He and you also enjoy when you are his amateur nude model or subject of amateur sex videos. You always wear masks or have your face obscured in these, which you love and find exciting.

Before you got married, you and he were part of the “swinger” scene. You both realized that you enjoyed seeing each other having sex with other people, especially because when you were together afterwards, the sex between you was more enthusiastic.

After you married, you attended less swinger parties and functions. Mostly because he was working to make a name for himself in photography.

When you both attended and participated, you found you loved the feeling of holding each other and knowing that, regardless of who or how many you were with at the party, you chose to be together.

A couple of years ago, both of you decided to post photos and videos on a couple of internet sites and charge for them. You created stage names for each other and agreed to continue wearing masks or hiding faces.

Most of the time, the content you create is just one of you, solo, or you and him together. There have been a couple of times when one or two of your swinger friends agreed to join a photo session. Those were always fun and even more exciting to re-watch.

This morning, as you had breakfast, your husband came in, talking on the cellphone, “So, you are in town? You saw the videos? Yes, they are like some parties. You are all interested? OK. Let me ask?”

He puts his hand over the phone, walks closer to you, kisses you softly. “Good morning, my love. Do you remember when you told me that you had a “gang bang” fantasy?”

You sip your coffee, nodding slowly “Of course, why?”

“Do you remember Alan, Paul, and Eric?” He asks.

Thinking back to some swinger parties. “Yes, I’ve enjoyed each of them. Why?”

“Would you like to set up the gang bang fantasy in our downtown studio? They are all in town for a different job, but have time and want to help us make some content.”

You sip your coffee for a moment. Alan is a short and fat photographer, a gentle lover, and has a good eye. Paul is taller and more muscular, normally the ‘rugged outdoors-man’ type of model, with a cut cock. And Eric, with his darker coloring, is more classically handsome and uncut. That’s why he is paired up with Paul on many campaigns, the contrast between them.

You set down your coffee cup, “All three want to be at the studio, to make content with me?” you ask. “I’ve been with all three, but each time, it was separately.”

He nods. “Yes, and you were content after each time, and horny as all get out with me afterwards. It is your call. If you want to, just say ‘yes’.”

You wanted to film a gang bang scene. You know all three. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

He smiles and kisses you again. “Okay. She wants to do this. Shall we do it early this afternoon? My schedule is clear. Good. We will see you there.” And hangs up his phone.

“What should I wear?” you ask.

“My love. I want you to wear whatever you want. Whatever you feel sexiest wearing. You will be the one directing the scene. Alan and I will be both shooting and participating. Paul and Eric will be the ‘talent’.”

“What will they be wearing?” you ask.

“I was thinking just masks and robes. Or do you want them undressing to be part of it?”

“No.” you say a bit too enthusiastically, thinking of hard cocks under robes. “Just masks and robes will be great.”

“Finish your breakfast. I need to check on a few things before we go.” He says as he leaves the kitchen.

Later, you are looking through your drawers and closet. Black stockings, garters, crotch-less panties, and matching half cup bra are what you pull out and lay on the bed.

Every time you wear them, you feel sexy and nasty. As you pull each item on, you feel their texture on your skin. Knowing that you will feel them removed by other hands, it turns you on a bit.

You look in the mirror. “I look like such a slut.” You think wickedly to yourself. “What dress do I put on over it?” Then you have another wicked idea.

After a few minutes, you see your husband grab his camera bag and a windbreaker. “Honey, why the long coat? It’s a nice day, a little breezy, but not bad.”

You smile at him and open your coat, revealing that you are only wearing lingerie underneath.

He lets out a slow wolf whistle. “I agree and approve. I might just do a whole photo shoot like that when we get there.”

Knowing that you excite him turns you on a bit, and you flash him a sexy smile as you button the coat.

During the drive to the studio, you let the bottom of the coat fall open and your husband rests a hand on your stocking clad knee. “You are so sexy like that.” He comments while driving.

Once you arrive at the studio, you see the guys are already waiting outside. You exchange hugs and kisses with each of the men. “You look great.” “This will be fun.” and “I love working with you.” are the comments quickly exchanged.

Inside the studio space, your husband has a few sets.

Set Number One is for traditional portraiture with a painted background and nice chairs. Set Number Two is a sparse living room set, nice but not too nice. Good for either formal or casual photo shoots. And, in another room, Set Number Three, the bedroom set. It is an iron frame bed, with a set of cotton sheets, a couple of pillows, and a down comforter. It is near the center of the room, so that it can be lit from all angles.

All of you enter the third set. “I thought this would be perfect for what we want to do.” Your husband says, as he starts adjusting the lights, and Alan has to move a few tripods. “Alan, I don’t want any harsh shadows, and let’s make sure we use the defusing screens on each light.” Alan nods as he helps set up and adjust the room.

“What should we do?” Paul asks.

“There are a couple of large trunks in Set 2, can you and Eric get what we need from them? I need four of the simple masquerade masks, and the satin robes.” He says as he starts checking angles and light levels with the light meter.

Standing off to the side, you ask. “How about me? Where should I be?”

“Stand by the bed. Eric, can you bring me the black Venetian lace mask?” he says as he holds the light meter to your face. “Honey, give me the coat. I need to check the light on your skin and lingerie, and sit on the bed.” His hand extended to you.

As you hand him the coat, you hear, “Oh damn.” From behind you, as Alan adjusts one of the screens.

“Alan, that is good for now. Go and change. Tell the guys to put on masks and robes. Nothing else.”

He smiles at both of you and leaves.

A minute later, Eric wears a mask and robe, and hands you a stylish black lace mask. “This is for you, madam.” He says in a formal tone.

“Can I check myself in the mirror for a minute?” you ask as you slide on the mask.

Your husband nods as he places a video camera on one tripod.

There is a large mirror on one wall. You like how the mask almost matches your lingerie. “Damn, it’s almost like I planned it.” You say to yourself.

“Dear, that is because it is black lace. If you wore something different, I would have given you a different mask.” Your husband says as he swings the video camera towards you. “But you are right. It all looks great on you.”

Alan and Paul return wearing masks and robes. Paul holds a robe and mask for your husband. “Here is yours.”

“Thanks.” He says as he pulls off his shirt and slides the robe on.

“Do you want the monitor facing towards the bed or away from it?” Alan asks as he checks the cables connecting one camera to its laptop.

“Have them all face towards the bed, but let’s keep these tables far enough back so they aren’t in the shots. Video 1 will be this one. Full shot of the whole bed. Video 2 will be the left side.”

“Okay, with the wheeled tripod, we can move it as needed.” Alan finished.

Your husband nods as he pulls off his pants and underwear.

“How about the hand-held?” Alan asks.

“Both are charged. We will just record on their internal SD cards. Just use for closeups and detail shots.”

Everything is almost ready.

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Younger Model and Older Photographer - Part 2

 

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He has you stand and wraps a patterned drape around you. It covers you completely.

Then after a few shots, he has you uncover as much as you want. A breast, your legs, your ass, and even your waxed mound. It is all your choice. You have never felt so daring in your entire life as each is more provocative.

He keeps encouraging you to try sexier poses. You notice he is specific, though never crude, with his directions. A fact that has been arousing you more and more as you go on.

“Your breasts look so lovely in the light. I like the contrast between the lights and the shadows they create.” He comments. “How much of your smooth pubic mound do you wish to show. I noticed that you are waxed, so we can show as much or as little as you want.”

When you have a chance you glance at the front of his pants. You think you see a bulge, or is it just your fantasy? He stops as he is behind you.

“I need to arrange you a little, may I touch you again?” At your nod he puts down the camera and steps closer, taking your arm and sliding it slightly to the side. He then pulls the drape a little more off your breast and exposes your mound. His fingers graze your skin and you gasp slightly. You realize your arm is resting against his inner thigh as he leans closer and you feel something hard in his pants. He takes a few more shots, moving around you again.

Then he stops. He needs to reload and switch cameras, “Do you want to continue or do you want call it a day?” He hands you a thick white robe to put on as you think about it and get another drink.

After a few minutes he is back. “What did you decide?”

You take a sip of your drink, keeping the robe around you. “Can we just sit and talk for a bit?”

He nods and sets the cameras down. “What do you want to talk about?”

You sigh for a second and then say, “My boyfriend is a photographer too, but when we try to do nude photos, he gets excited and we go right into having sex. How can I have him do like we did today?”

He pauses for a moment. “Have you ever heard of Bunny Yeager or Suze Randall?”

You shake your head not knowing where this is going.

“Bunny was the female photographer who took some very famous photos of Betty Page.”

“The Pin-Up Queen” you interrupt.

He smiles and nods, “Yes, Betty was called the ‘Pin-up Queen’ and Bunny was able to have her feel safe and comfortable while they shot. Suze Randall worked for Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler, taking erotic and glamorous photos in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s. Like Bunny, she was able to make her models feel relaxed, and sexy in a way that male photographers didn’t.”

“But what does this have to do with my boyfriend?” you ask.

“What type of nude photos would you like your boyfriend to eventually take of you? Classic Nude studies like you find in art books? Many of the photos we shot today fall in that category. Or do you want him to take photos that will arouse and excite him, just looking at you? We did some of those today too.”

You think for a second, sipping your drink. “I want to turn on and arouse. But I don’t think I can. I didn’t turn you on.”

“Why do you think that? You are beautiful, lovely, and sexy. Your poses were excellent. Some looked natural and inviting, and others were classic and glamorous. You turned me on the whole time.” He says.

You feel a little confused. “But you were entirely professional the whole time. You didn’t break or touch or try anything. I thought you didn’t like what you saw.”

He gives you a sad smile and shakes his head. “I treat you as you are supposed to be treated. As a model. All models are to be respected and listened to. That is what I learned by reading and listening to interviews with Bunny and Suze. ‘Allow the model to be comfortable and their natural sexiness will show through.’ And like any good photographer, I was focused on framing shots the best I could. It is difficult to get hard, when I am concentrating on making the photos look great.”

You think about that for a moment. “Ok, so if I want my boyfriend to try it, I need to have him slow down. I would like to have him play and drag it out. Does that make me a tease?”

“Not at all. Teasing is a normal part of arousal. You should want to take your time, and reveal only as much as you what, when you want.” He says as he leans back.

You move and open robe. “I like that. I like letting you see me like this. Does it arouse you?”

“Of course. But you are the model and I am the photographer. Your job is to look sexy and beautiful, and my job is to capture it, so others can see you as I see you. Think of it this way, you have the control. You are nude because you want it and have all of the power.”

“Hmmm, like this.” You say, reaching out and touching him.

He looks at you trying to maintain his professional attitude. “Your boyfriend is a lucky man.”

You feel a little disappointed and quickly say. “Well, he isn’t around. I mean, he is on assignment shooting ‘Girls of Spring Break’.” You slowly rub your left breast and slide your hand on his thigh, trying to feel the bulge in his pants.

You find it and feel him getting hard through is pants. He slowly shakes his head and sighs, “You are so lovely. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you or taking advantage of you. There are too many photographers out there who only do this so they can sleep with their models.” He says looking into your eyes and reaching out and slowly caresses your face. His thumb slowly moves across your lips. At his touch you feel an electric thrill. You slide your hand boldly over his crotch and grasp his hard-on. “I didn’t agree to the nude shots just for sex. If we do this, it is because it’s what we both want.” he says as he leans in and kisses you.

“I know. I know you and trust you. This is me wanting sex with a very good and kind man.” You say looking deeply into his eyes. “And I’m not that little girl you use to photograph. I’ve grown, and know what I want.”

He holds your face with both hands as he kisses you a bit harder. His tongue slowly enters your mouth.

You return his kiss, slow and tender. You lose track of your hands as you stroke him over your pants. As you rub him through his slacks, he slides one hand down, cups your breast, and kisses your neck.

“Yes” you moan at his touch. You struggle unbuttoning his pants then slide down the zipper, now eager to feel his bare skin. His fingers move around your nipple. Softly rolling it. He raises up his hips to help remove his pants. 

“Do you want me to suck your nipples or lick your pussy?” He asks as he kisses down your neck. You firmly grasp his hard dick.

He continues kissing his way down your chest as his fingers roll both nipples. Rolling and pulling them softly but firmly. You moan again not sure how to answer as you stroke his penis. “Nobody has ever licked me there. Would you like me to suck on you?” You deflect as you stroke harder.

“Then lie back and let me lick your pussy first. I want you to fully enjoy yourself, so let me pleasure you first. We can even lie on the fur coat if you want.” He says as he has both of you stand for a moment.

He pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants, he’s naked except for his socks. You lie on the coat and slowly spread your legs for him as you stare up at his solid cock.

“You look so sexy like that. Let me get between your legs first and lick you for a bit, then we cab shift to “69” position. I want you to be receiving first before you give anything to me.” He says as he lies down, his head between your thighs.

He softly kisses the inside of your right thigh. You feel his lips, the soft hair of his beard, and the tip of his tongue, as he slowly, almost teasingly kisses his way closer to your bare cunt.

His tongue is so warm and gentle, like nothing you’ve felt before. Your nipples get even harder as you cry out and arch your back. He slowly licks around your damp lips, licking up and around, using just the tip of his tongue.

Then he slowly licks between your moistened lips. Licking up and then licking around your sensitive clit. Then you feel him lick back down and thrust his tongue into you. The hair of his beard and mustache feels different as he presses his mouth tightly against your pussy. His nose rubs your clit as you feel his tongue deeper inside of you.

The pleasure builds in you as he alternates between sucking your clit and licking your pussy. His puts his hands under your ass to grip you as he thrusts deeper into you.

You reach down, and grab his head, pressing his face against your wet ready pussy. You want to cum so badly, you hump against his mouth, and feel pleasure moving though you. He grips you firmly as you orgasm and your pussy pulses around his tongue.

You feel electric jolts all through your body as he sucks your clit and works two fingers into you, twisting and trusting. His fingers feel so different than what your boyfriend and you have done. The suction on your clit feels so good. You pull his hair and tighten your thighs around his head. You cum again, so much faster than you expected.

His fingers slide from your wet cunt, he raises his head, and sucks your juices from his fingers. “You taste so good. Do you want to taste me?”

“I do. I want to suck you so badly.” You respond as you relax your body and let him move from between your legs. He has you move so he can lie on the fur coat. You straddle his face and bend forward, licking the tip of his hard cock. The tip is soft and spongy, but his shaft, shorter but thicker than your boyfriend’s, feels firm as you grip the base.

He grips your thighs as you squat over his mouth, and he licks you again. It feels so good. You grip his shaft firmly and take him into your mouth. You have never sucked in this position before, but you want him in your mouth so bad. He is licking and sucking your clit again, so take him as deeply in your mouth as you can and try to suck. It is harder than you thought, so you just move your open mouth up and down, taking him as deep as you can. You feel him pressing your tongue down and going against the back of your throat. You gag a bit but stroke him faster. You taste that he is going to cum soon and you want it all.

He grips you tighter as he presses his mouth to your pussy and hums. The vibrations feel so good. You moan around his cock as you grip and stroke him. His salty, chalky flavor hits your tongue. You feel him groaning with pleasure into your pussy as you suck him and take all of his semen.

You are both panting and he releases you so you can stand up. You feel shaky and reach for the couch to steady yourself. “That was better than I expected.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” He says and then looks at the time. “We should get you dressed and get you home. I would hate to have your parents calling to find you.”

As you pull your lingerie back on, you ask, “How long will it take for the prints?”

He was turned away from you as he dressed. “Tomorrow I will process the film. I should have some proof sheets by the end of the day or tomorrow morning.”

You pull on your dress, walk up behind him and kiss him on the cheek. “I will call you tomorrow to check on them. Depending on how they look, I might have you make a poster or two for me to give my boyfriend.”

“I look forward to hearing from you.” He says. You then leave and drive back home.

“Yes this will be an interesting ‘Spring Break’.” You say to yourself.

Younger Model and Older Photographer - Part 1

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The Adventurer - Spring in the Valley - Part 2

 

Winter changes to Spring, and you are comfortable with what you are doing.

You kept warm and dry for the worst parts of the year. Annie appreciates having you around, helping and teaching the kids. You even managed to save a few coins and to care for your horse, which you keep in the town stables.

But in the back of your mind you kept feeling “We need to be doing something else.”

On a warm afternoon, while you were practicing your archery, Master Tanner approached you. “Madam Swordlady,” You fire your arrow and hit the center of the target, then you turn to him, bow still in hand.

“Master Tanner. I have not seen you for a number of weeks.”

“Months is more accurate.” he responds. “The other Craftown merchants have decided it is time to return home. The weather is good, we have made a tidy profit, and the roads through the Great Forest are clear. Can we hire you for the trip home?”

“According to what travelers have been saying in Annie’s, there has been little bandit activity. I think if you travel as a group, you will be safe. Craftown is not my home, so I have no reason to return there.”

With that, you draw another arrow and shoot it next to the first.

He takes off his cap and bows a bit. “Thank you for your time, Madam Swordlady.” then turns and leaves.

You continued target practice, then do a few sword drills. But in the back of your mind you keep thinking “Why shouldn’t I leave? But who will protect Annie and the kids? This is a quiet town, do they really need protecting? Am I lazy? Is this too easy of a job to leave?”

The late Spring sun was warm on your skin as you finish. Sweat streams down your body as you unstring your bow and sheathe your sword. You reach into your tunic and pull out the small star. Gripping it you think. “I wish you were here. We only were together for a short time but I felt more alive with you.” Tucking it back in your tunic. “And if wishes were fishes, I would never go hungry.” you say aloud. You head for the stables to care and feed your horse. “Maybe we should just ride around the edge of the valley, from time to time.” you say as you brush him.

That night you dream of being with the elves. Moving through the Great Forest, then stopping and resting. As you rest in the dream, Aladan’s hand caresses your skin. You reach under his cod piece and play with his hardening shaft. “Ride me Milady Scout.” he whispers and kisses you. You feel his hardness as you lower yourself on him. Rocking back and forth, taking him deeper and harder. He reaches up and grips your nipples, pulling them firmly. You can feel him thrusting under you. The wave of pleasure moves through you, and you wake alone in your small bed. The star on your chest is warm and glowing in the dim morning light. “Thank you Milady Scout” echoes through your mind. Your nipples are still hard, and you feel wet and raw between your legs. Taking a wash rag and the basin near your bed you slowly clean yourself. Annie’s Public House has a large bathing tub, but it takes time to heat and fill, so for now you just want to wash away the night.

During the day, as you help you, you feel a little distracted. “Has it really been months since you came here? The last time you enjoyed the pleasure of another was when you were with the elves. Is that what caused the strange dream?” you think to yourself.

Lee helps you carry in the day’s firewood. “Mistress Peacekeeper. are you okay?” he asks.

“I am. Though a little distracted.” you answer truthfully.

“Why is that?” His eyes look so innocent and curious.

“Just a dream I had. I keep thinking about it.”

“Was it a bad dream?”

You smile softly and shake your head. “No it was a very good dream. Do you feel like sparing a bit? Maybe that will help me focus?”

He smiles and goes to get the wooden practice swords. When the children showed an interest, you had a local wood carver make a few practice swords. They are a little thicker and heavier than most swords, but you know that will help build and maintain the muscles needed when using a metal blade. That, and if the kids need to defend themselves, these could hit hard enough to cause blunt wounds or even break bones.

Both Mary and Lee showed respect and enthusiasm when learning the basic blade forms. They are good. Not as good as professionals, but better than most their age.

Lee hands you yours, and you both start off with the warmup exercises.

He focuses on trying to match your moves. The first series is done slowly, then you do a second one faster, with a third one done at dueling speed. He is sweating harder than you showing you how hard he is working.

“Good. Are you ready to spar?” you ask as you wipe sweat away with the sleeve of your shirt. He does the same thing. “Ya, I’m ready.” he says and takes a two-handed defensive stance.

You do a light one-handed thrust which he parries, then you continue the movement around to strike on his other side. He quickly blocks it. You step in to strike with the pommel but he moves his blade almost hitting your hand.

“Good job,” you compliment as you step back.

He then tries a low strike, towards your leg, but you block it, pushing it away and thrusting at his middle. He tries to move back but you score a light tap.

“Good try. Keep going.” He backs up and takes a defensive pose again.

The two of you continue this for a while, working up a sweat again.

You stop and drink from a waterskin then hand it to him.

“You are improving. You almost struck me a couple of times, and all of my strikes on you, you either almost blocked or dodged. At this pace, by the time you are an adult, you will be able to protect yourself and your family from most bandits and troublemakers.”

He gasps as he takes a deep drink of water. “But won’t you be here to save us?”

Taking the skin back from him and drinking again, you shake your head. “Maybe not. I like your family but I think I need to travel again. I spent years as a soldier and scout, and I feel a little restless.”

He sets down his practice sword and hugs you. “I don’t want ya’ to leave. An’ Ma likes you too.” 

You place your hand on his damp hair to soothe him. “I will stay for as long as I can.”

The trees and plants in the valley were blooming. The children were excited. “Soon it will be the Blossom Festival.”

In preparation for the festival, the town hung banners and pennants. Cloth flowers decorated doors and windows.

You even had a couple of the men approach you, “Bein’ you is a maiden an’ all, would ya’ be wif me at the festival?” You turn them down but thank them for the offer.

Annie told you that Elves do show up for the festival sometimes, and that you shouldn’t lose hope of seeing your friends again.

As it got closer to time for the festival, and more and more traveling merchants arrive. Parking wagons and setting up stalls at the end of Merchant’s Row. You also notice that your star glows at night. You dream of Aladan, Malwen, and Caranar.

Sometimes the dreams are of just one of them but not always. Tonight you feel them in your room. Aladan is softly kissing your mouth, as Malwen caresses your breasts and sucks your nipples. You feel a mouth and tongue between your legs, which has to belong to Caranar. “You cannot really be here?” you say. “We are always with you, just as you are always with us.” they say together. Warm lips press against yours. Soft hands caress your body all over. You open your mouth and taste Malwen’s warm quaynt as she rides your face. Your legs are spread wider as you feel a hard cock thrust into you. You hear sucking noises, and moans as each one is giving and receiving pleasure.

You are about to orgasm and feel each one withdraw from you. Light, soft lips kiss yours once again. “We will see you again soon, Milady Scout.” They say together.

You wake in your bed, excited and a little frustrated that you had not reached your climax. Still lying on your bed your use your fingers, imagining that they belonged to your elf friends. You thrust into yourself harder, biting your lower lip to stifle your moans, but soon you are moaning openly in pleasure, as you tighten your thigh around your hand and orgasm.

Knock-Knock. “Are you sick?” you hear a small voice at the door.

“Leave her be. She ain’t sick. Give her time, an’ she’ll be out to help.” you hear Annie tell the child.

You must have spent more time enjoying yourself than you thought. The star on your chest was warm and bright in the dark room. You wash and dress. There are cloth flowers on all of the tables and streamers hanging from the ceiling.

The kids had been busy. “Tonight the festival officially starts.” Mary tells you as she puts out more cloth flowers. Her hair is decorated with them too.

You walk into the kitchen and Annie is making breakfast in the big iron pan.“Ya’ sounded like you was busy this morn, so I let ya’ be.” She says with a wink and a smile. 

“I apologize for being loud.” you say as you fill your mug from a flagon of cider.

“Ya’ never mind ‘bout that. I understands. Its been a few years since me Bruce died in th’ Forest while hunting. There’s nights when I gets rid of th’ loneliness, once the kids are ‘sleep. Can’t take no man here, or they’d want what’s mine. So I do meself as I needs.”

She puts a fried egg on a plate for you. “You don’t have to get pleasure from a man. Many a woman has given and received from another woman.” you remind her.

She fries a piece of ham for you. “Ooo I knows that. I ain’t found one tha’ I wanted nor wanted me.” You nod at hearing that. The kitchen smells so good as you eat your ham and egg.

“Tell me more about the Blossom Festival.” you say finishing your plate.

“It lasts for th’ week. Tonight will be a bonfire of th’ ol’ dead wood. Couples will dance and sing around it. Those who lost can throw a token on th’ fire t’ remember ‘em.” She points to a dried branch with the name Bruce carved into it. “At th’ rise of ‘morrow’s sun. The youn’ins’ will cheer an’ gather flowers from th’ field. Then march down th’ main street showing what they picked. Merchants can then open their stores an’ stalls an’ th’ celebration has truly begun.” You nod and finish your mug.

You spend the rest of the day, helping prepare the public house.

Later, you walk around the town. There are cloth flowers and ribbon everywhere, though most shops are closed. Continuing on down the Merchant’s Row, you see a few familiar faces. Some of the teamsters and merchants from Craftown. They unpack their wagons and set up their stalls. “When you traveled through the Great Forest, did you have any problems?” you ask.

“Nay, Swordlady. We did not encounter anything.” one of them answered.

“Did you see any sign of Rangers or Elves?”

He shakes his head, “Nay, but we did not have a skilled tracker such as you. We only traveled with men at arms.”

“Thank you kindly.” you say as you continue walking the Row, back towards other end of town where the wood for the bonfire is already stacked. Large barrels of water and buckets are stationed close by. You nod and smile at the wise precaution.

Walking back to Annie’s, you stop and look to the Great Forest Road. “I wish you were here my friends.” you say in a low tone.

Then as if in answer to your call, you see a large group of elves emerge from the forest and onto the road. They had moved so silently, that when they appear on the road, it is almost as if by magic.

Before entering town, they stop, organize, and their leader says something in Elvish that you can’t quite make out. Then the separate into small groups and enter the town. You pull the star from under your tunic and rest it openly on it. The elves who see, nod and give a wave of friendship. You do the same, waiting to see any of your friends.

Then, pulling back the hood of her cloak, Malwen walks directly up to you, hugging you tightly. “Milady Scout. You came to greet us. Hazzah!”

Tears fill your eyes as you feel the joy of seeing her, and hug her fiercely. “I did not know if you were coming. I only hoped…”

“But we said in your dreams, we were coming to see you and join the Festival.” she says in a slightly puzzled tone.

“Did Aladan, not explain how the Elf Star works?”

“No. He said it was the symbol of your people.” you reply.

“I did not know if we would be able to use it, so I neglected to tell her.” He says walking up behind you, with Caranar next to him.

“Scouts.” she says in an irritated tone, then looks deeply into your eyes.

“It is an Elf Star. Yes we all wear them, but they allow us to communicate through dreams. We rarely sleep as you do, but we can alter our habits if we know we want to contact you and enter a dream state of our own. It is a bit of mage craft. Useful when separated by great distances.”

“So that is why it only happened sometimes.” you say with understanding.

The three of them nod. You hug Aladan and Caranar, then the four of you walk back to Annie’s.

They explain that they at first only entered the dreaming one at a time, to see how you responded, and then did more as the connection grew stronger, including your feelings for each other. You spend the afternoon talking, eating, and drinking. Annie and the kids are happy to see you so happy spending time with your friends. They pay for a large room for the entire duration of the Festival. Canadar offers to help Annie in the kitchen, teaching her some elvish recipes. Malwen points out that his skill as a “trail cook” is unsurpassed among her group, which is part of why she stays with him, she jokes.

As the sun descends, the bonfire is lit. Everyone, town folk and travelers, gather around it. The locals start singing a few traditional songs about the end of winter and beginning of spring. Songs of sorrow of passing and joy of new hope. During one song, Annie throws her stick into the fire. You see tears in her eyes reflecting the flames.

After a few moments of silence, the elves start singing. The words are unfamiliar, but the tune is easy to follow. Everyone hums along until the elves switch to common language, and people sing along. It is a song of never dying blossoms and eternal green. The tune is happy but with a serious tone too. When it ends, everyone applauds.

Some of other travelers begin another song about spring and hope. After a while people are dancing too. Holding hands and dancing around the fire, first one way and then the next. You loose track of how long this goes on. Slowly you notice folks leaving. Those with children first and then couples. You and your friends return to Annie’s, walking hand in hand in hand. The Elf Star each of you wears glows faintly in the darkness. You accompany them to their room and do in-person what you have done so many times in your dreams. Feeling them and tasting them is so much more vivid than in your dreams which you thought were already intense. They laid out their bedrolls in the middle of the room and you all hugged, kissed, licked, sucked, thrusted, and rode each other until you were all satisfied and exhausted.

Waking up on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, you try to get up without disturbing them, only to discover they were lying there, watching you sleep. You kiss each of them “Good Morning. If you were already awake, why didn’t you get up?” you ask quietly.

“We did not want to awaken you.” Aladan says.

Then you understand, “Because elves do not sleep as humans do. Okay. Shall we get up, have breakfast, and enjoy the first day of the Festival?” They all nod, get up, use the wash basins in the room, then dress. It always amazes you how graceful they move, especially since you are feeling a little sore from such an enthusiastic and vigorous night.

Once you are all down the kitchen for breakfast, the children have returned and hand each of you a small bundle of wildflowers. You and Malwen place them in each other’s hair. Annie looks at all of you and smiles. “Tis a gran’ way to start th’ Festival.”

You smile back at her and the children, “Yes it is.”

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