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Dear Diary,

Well, this has been another interesting Christmas for me, it is the seventh anniversary of my parents death, my seventh Christmas without a family. I didn”t expect much for Christmas; only a few friends here at College know my story. The ones that had money and could afford them gave me presents. I got three or four small things, nothing major or worth mentioning and I gave my friends presents that I could afford. I did my usual bit for humanity by working in a soup kitchen and volunteering down at DFD.

DFD was a new experience for me but it seemed an appropriate match. DFD stands for “Drivers For Drunks.” The program offers a free ride for anyone who thinks they are too drunk to safely drive home. I thought it was fitting that I volunteer with them considering my parents died on a Christmas Eve because a drunk college student didn”t have any other way home except to drive. I was there for any student at the school who needed a ride. I took thirty-seven people home safely over the two-week vacation. They didn”t drink and drive so they didn”t kill themselves or any innocent bystanders, like my parents.

One thing did happen unexpectedly. I got a package in the mail that read, “Do Not Open Until Xmas.” I didn”t know whom it was from. There was no return address and no card was visible. The box was wrapped in plain brown paper with my name, the name of my dorm and my address affixed. It was fourteen inches long, six inches wide and five inches deep. I set it under the dorm tree and waited for Christmas.

As you might gather, I”m a strong believer in the spirit of Christmas; I always have been. Hell, I believed in Santa Claus until I was twelve years old. I still believe in him in a way. I don”t wait for him to come to my dorm room and fill it up with presents nor do I look out my window for Rudolph”s glowing red nose. I don”t go talk to the fat man in the fake white beard and red suit at the mall although I still like to believe in Santa Claus.

I waited for Christmas to arrive with curiosity and anxiety so I could see what was in the box and perhaps find out the identity of the giver. It took more willpower than I”ve ever needed before to stop myself from ripping that package open and seeing what was inside it and whom it was from. I did it though. I did not open that package until Christmas.

Christmas day arrived. There was fresh snow on the ground and it was beautiful. I couldn”t stop smiling. I ran to get into the shower as soon as I woke up. I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in a nice church dress. It was cute: red with white frills. It looked like something a mother would put on her three year old toddler. Then, I ran downstairs. I wanted to open my surprise package before I went to church. When I got to the game room, there were only three people there. That was not too surprising considering most students had gone home for the holidays. I greeted them, wished them all a Merry Christmas and then hunted through the pile of packages looking for mine.

I admit it was kind of embarrassing. My little package was the least decorative package in the pile. All the other presents were wrapped up in gold or green or red paper; some of them had big beautiful bows and pretty little cards attached. Mine was wrapped up in plain brown paper, the same stuff they make brown paper bags out of. It didn”t have a bow or a card or even a nametag. I grabbed up my package, took a seat in an empty chair and ripped it open. I tore the paper away and found a Nike shoebox. My first thought was “Oh God, someone sent me running shoes for Christmas.” I tossed the paper on the floor, used my fingernails to cut through the tape holding the lid on and then opened the box.

Inside I found more brown wrapping paper. This was getting ridiculous! I grabbed pieces of brown paper and tossed them on the floor. Finally, I exposed the present itself and it wasn”t shoes. It was wood. I looked down at it; I hadn”t taken it out of the box. My eyes went wide and I quickly closed the box back up. Looked around to make sure no one else had seen, tucked the box under my arm and, as casually as possible, stood up and headed for my dorm room. What was inside? I didn”t believe it!

Inside that innocent looking red Nike box was a piece of wood. Wood!!! Of all things, it was a piece of wood, about a foot long, six inches thick at its base and crescent shaped. Don”t get me wrong, it was beautiful. It had a wonderful glossy finish and it was engraved. Inside that innocent little Nike shoe box was a dildo! Who the hell would send me a dildo?

I rushed back up to my room, keeping the box securely closed under my arm. I closed my door, set the box on the bed and opened it again. I took out the remaining brown paper, tossed it into the trashcan, sat down beside the present and, without touching it, sat there and studied the object.

It was a work of art as far as dildos go. It was carved out of oak and had been stained a deep dark, reddish brown and it was engraved. I leaned down and closely inspected the engravings. Starting at the base, the thickest part, there was a picture of a woman laid out on her back. She was naked with her legs spread and with a dildo sticking out of her cunt. An inch up from that was another scene; this was of a woman, also naked, on all fours with a dildo sticking in her ass. An inch up from that was a picture of the same woman kneeling, with her arms above her head, sliding a dildo into her mouth. I could see another image at the very tip of the dildo, but it was too small for me to distinguish at the time. The first three engravings were each about two inches square with about an inch between them. The fourth engraving was less than an inch in size. Who carved it, why did they carve it and how did they carve it? I wondered.

I argued with myself for about fifteen minutes whether or not I should even touch the dildo. Whether I wanted to touch it or not, I was sure there had been a mistake. Surely I wasn”t the intended recipient. Surely, this was meant for someone else. Maybe there was another Samantha Downing somewhere. Maybe it was meant for her. My mind was working double time, running through the list of people who might send me a Christmas package. Who had my address? Who would have the guts to send me a dildo? Was this a message from someone?

After twenty minutes of staring at it, opening and closing the box, pacing and wondering, I made a decision. I would wrap it back up and write on the package, “No such name, No such number.” Let the post office deal with it. I decided that I didn”t want it. I got the roll of wrapping paper I used to wrap up the few gifts I gave, closed the box and laid the wrapping paper out on my bed. I was about to pick up the box and set it on the paper when I chickened out. It was the first Christmas surprise I”d had in seven years. Why did it have to be a dildo? I never sent the package back. I did go back to the game room to search the brown paper for a card. I also searched the box for a card, for a name, for anything that might tell me who sent it. I found nothing! I slid the dildo under my bed, still in the shoebox, and there it stayed.

In the empty moments my mind would wander to the object and I continued to wonder. No answers were forthcoming though. The box stayed under my bed until after New Years. I went out on dates and had fun. School resumed and I went back to class. In the back of my mind I obsessed over that present. I just couldn”t forget it. Occasionally I pulled the box out, opened it and looked at the dildo. I never brought myself to reach in and pick the thing up. It always appeared unchanged and it never answered any of my questions.

January nineteenth was a day I would never forget. School had been back in session for about two weeks and things were going well. Lydia came up to my dorm room to practice giving a speech she had to present for her Public Speaking class. I helped her write the damn thing so I wanted to be the first to hear it. After she finished practicing she asked me about my Christmas. She was one of the few people in the school who knew that I had no family. I told her I had received a couple useful gifts. She then asked about any embarrassing gifts I may have gotten. I instantly thought of the dildo but didn”t mention it. I just said, “No.” She then told me about her Christmas and about how her younger, high school aged sister had embarrassed her by giving her a teddy. Then her older, married sister embarrassed her even more with a massage kit. The kit consisted of four different items. The first component was an electronic massager with five different detachable heads for different places on the body. The second piece was a small nine-inch bar with rubber spikes on it. The idea was for someone to roll this over your back. The third article was a bottle of oil. The forth part was what really embarrassed her, a battery operated, vibrating dildo. I could just imagine the look on her face as she opened the present in front of her father. We were both laughing.

Because she told me her story, I told her mine. I explained the strange shoebox I had received. I explained how I put it under the dorm tree, how I went down and opened it right in front of other people and after pulling the small box out from under the bed, I showed her what was inside. She was fascinated. She asked if she could look at it. She didn”t reach for it so I reached in the box and for the first time touched the wooden dildo. I wrapped my fingers around the massive tool and pulled it out. I could feel a slight tingle go up my arm as I touched it, the sensation increased more the longer I held it. I looked at it carefully and then handed it to Lydia. She took the object, looked it over and then handed it back to me and asked if I had tried it. I quickly responded with a loud “no” and she asked why not. I didn”t have an answer, not one I was willing to give anyways.

Well, I put it under my bed and for the second time I tried to forget about it. Having touched it once, I couldn”t. It was always on my mind; I noticed my body reacting when I thought about it. I would get wet and my nipples would get hard. I started getting horny just thinking about that damn dildo. That wasn”t normal for me. I had never owned or used a dildo in my life; I didn”t even enjoy masturbating. Why would just thinking about the tool suddenly turn me on.

A week after showing it to Lydia, I was in my dorm room studying. My roommate was out with one of her many boyfriends. I took a break from my homework and ran down the hall for a soda. As I was going back to my room my mind once again wandered to the object. I started thinking about it, as “The Present!”. I sat down at my desk and resumed reading again but I couldn”t concentrate. Thoughts of the dildo kept running through my mind. I could feel my nipples straining against my bra while my panties were getting wet. I tried to push it out of my mind but I couldn”t. I actually started sweating; I was getting so turned just thinking about it.

I opened the window and gulped some cool air hoping that would help, but it didn”t and I almost froze to death. I closed the window and tried taking off some clothes to cool down. I stripped off my shirt and jeans and sat back down to study but I was getting more and more turned on. My mind kept returning to The Present. Then things got worse. My mind started showing me snapshots of me having sex. Not regular sex either, but wild, passionate, hot, kinky sex. This got my engine going even more. Pretty soon, I realized I wasn”t going to get any studying done until I got some relief. I needed an orgasm! For the first time in my life, I needed it!

There were no guys around and I had broken up with David before Christmas. There was no one to fuck me. “What the hell?” I thought. I went over to the bed and pulled out the box. I was breathing hard with anticipation. I wasn”t nervous; I wasn”t scared; I was horny and desperate. I tossed the top off the box and reached in and grabbed the huge piece of wood. I felt the tingle go up my arm. It felt good. I held the instrument in my hand and enjoyed the tingle as it worked its way through my entire body. When the tingle faded, I laid the tool on the bed, quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing and climbed under the covers, dildo in hand.

I”ve had quite a few male lovers in my twenty years, but none of them came close to the size of this thing in length or width. I bent and spread my knees and rubbed the tip against my cunt. It felt so good. I was so wet. I used one hand to spread my cunt lips and used the other to guide the massive wooden cock into me. As wet as I was, it easily slid in. I could feel it spreading me apart. I had to force myself to push it in slowly. I wanted it inside me so badly I was really afraid I would just shove the thing inside me for relief with little regard for the well-being of my vagina. I felt it slide over my clit. My face lit up at the feeling. I actually moaned.

I continued to push it further and further, closer and closer to it final destination. When I felt it at my entrance, I paused. Then I pushed the tip inside. At first it felt like it was about to tear me apart so I just held it there until I got used to it. Then, slowly, I pushed it in a little more. I then pulled it out and slid it in again, each time a little deeper. My hips began to rock with the motion. My eyes closed and my hands seemed to go on autopilot. I was fucking myself with this monstrous piece of wood. I started pushing it in deeper and harder and faster. As I pushed and pulled on it, it rubbed my clit taking me even higher. Within a few minutes I was screaming from a huge orgasm. Even then I didn”t stop. I pushed it in further and further, wanting more, lots more!

Before I was done, I had more than three quarters of the wooden dildo inside me. I lay there on my bed, covered in sweat and exhausted from the experience. The dildo fell from my fingers and lay in bed with me all night. I slept with it that night. It was the best sex I”ve ever had. Luckily, my roommate didn”t come back to the dorms that night. So I had plenty of time before class to put the thing away and clean myself up.

That day was hell. All I could think about the whole day was going back to my dorm and using it again. I ditched my last three classes to go be with my new love. I fucked myself with it twice before my roommate came back to the dorm. Luckily I was asleep and the dildo was hidden under my blankets. She didn”t see it. I told her I hadn”t been feeling good and had come to lie down and must have fallen asleep. She accepted it changed clothes and left again. I searched under the covers for the hard wood and brought it out from under the covers. It gleaned with my juices on it. I lay there and looked at it for a long time.

I don”t know what made me do it, maybe I had remembered the engravings on the side, maybe it was curiosity, but I brought the dildo to my lips and kissed the tip. Then I ran my tongue along the bottom edge of it. I opened my mouth and slid the wooden cock in about four inches and began to suck. I could taste my own juices coming off in my mouth but it didn”t bother me. My other hand was at my cunt and I began rubbing my clit and fingering my slit. I was getting turned on again. I continued to finger myself faster and faster as I continued to suck on that piece of wood. I began fucking my mouth with it. Eventually I had eight inches of it in my mouth. I tried to push it further but couldn”t do it until I turned it over.

Once it was the other way, it smoothly slid into my throat. The middle of the arch was just under my nose as I pushed it into my throat. I haven”t given a lot of blowjobs in my life and I have never deep throated one until then. I fingered myself and mouth fucked myself for over an hour using that thing. I”d never had an orgasm during a blowjob until then and it was an incredible orgasm. My entire body tingled and my toes curled just like when it was inside my cunt. I could feel myself about to pass out. I managed to get the thing back in its box before I did.

The next day when I woke up I felt invigorated. I felt more alert and more rested than I had ever been. I flew through my day. Everything seemed to come easier to me. I breezed through tests that I hadn”t even studied for. I was kinder, gentler, wiser and smarter; people even said I glowed. One professor even asked if I was pregnant. It was one of the best days of my life.

When I returned to my dorm that evening I found my roommate there. I was devastated. I was looking forward to time with Woody, my nickname for The Present. I was forced to wait until she had gone to sleep to pull out my trusty piece of wood. Once she was asleep I pulled the box out, opened it and pulled out the crescent shaped piece of wood. I lay there enjoying the tingle it always gave me as I first sucked it into my mouth. Once it was nice and wet, I slid it down between my thighs and into my wet, hot pussy. “Relief at last!” is all I could think as it slid inside me deeper and deeper. I had to bite my lip to not moan. It felt so good and it was difficult to be quiet. I could not adequately express just how good it was without screaming and I didn”t want to do that in the dorm. I pushed it in further and began to work it around inside me. Within ten minutes I had a tremendous orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head and the dildo fell from my fingers as I faded off to sleep.

The next day, I felt good, but not as good as I had the day before. Fortunately it was a Saturday and I hung around my room that afternoon waiting for my roommate to go out. Finally, at lunchtime, she did and as soon as she was gone I was back in my bed naked. I held Woody in my hands above my face, rubbing it gently with one hand as I studied the engravings more. I looked closely at the smallest of the four engravings, the one near the tip. I could just make out the naked woman standing up, dildo in one hand and what looked like a halo floating over her head. Once I finished my inspection of the dildo, I slid it into my mouth again, anxious to begin. I slid it all the way down my throat, taking the majority of the huge dildo into my mouth and throat. I sucked it and fingered myself until I had an orgasm, then with my cunt soaking wet and the dildo lubricated with my saliva I slid it between my cunt lips. I felt the tingle again as it brushed past my clit and then slid smoothly inside me. This time, I wasn”t delicate with it. I slammed it into me hard. Nine inches of wood was buried inside my cunt and I screamed from another orgasm. I pulled it out and did it again and again. It filled me up completely. After slamming it into my twat about ten times, I left it there. I released it from my hand and enjoyed the sensations as the tingle returned. I could feel the warmth and love in that tingle spread out from my womb. Even now, weeks later, as I write this, I desperately want to go climb into bed and use Woody again. My body aches for it.

The longer I left it inside me the better it felt. It”s crazy, but I swear the thing started to vibrate inside me. My hips arched up and I had another orgasm without ever moving it. The longer I left it there, the more it seemed to vibrate. The more turned on I got. In five minutes I was screaming from one incredibly long orgasm. It was too much for me to take. I passed out with it still inside my cunt.

When I woke up, my roommate had returned and it was dark outside. She made a comment about how much time I was spending in bed, naked, and asked who was in there with me. I laughed. I was stuck though. I couldn”t get up. The wooden cock was still buried deep in my cunt. I could still feel it vibrating. I was almost in tears as I fought not to scream while I built up to another huge orgasm. I know my face was turning red and I was sweating. I couldn”t breath right from the pleasure and the exertion of it. I couldn”t pull it out. How would I explain it? I was forced to lie there having one orgasm after another while my roommate puttered around the room. After more than an hour, she finally left the room to go to take a shower. I pulled the dildo out and looked at it. It seemed to be humming and I could still feel the vibrations from the wood. It sounded like… singing. It made me want to put it back inside me again. I forced myself to put it back in its box and slid it back under the bed.

“Run m’Lady!” Nana yelled “Save yourself!” She charged headlong at the monster before Brigitte could do anything to stop her, he slapped her effortlessly away and she fell to the ground, limp. “You bastard!” Brigitte yelled “You killed her!” She launched a second, stronger burst of magical force at the foe, again it bounced off harmlessly and the creature grew closer.

“Do you really think an Elven princess is not taught to defend herself?” Brigitte asked drawing a small dagger that had been expertly concealed in the hem of her dress and assuming a graceful fighting position.

The monster reached her and she struck it expertly with her knife, slicing across its fat stomach. She looked up in shock to see that it was completely unharmed by her attack, it hadn’t even left a mark. It laughed and tossed its club away “Elf!” He said “Tight!”

Starting to panic slightly, Brigitte struck it again, stabbing her blade straight at the monsters pot belly. The strong blade shattered on the monsters thick flesh.

The beast grabbed for Brigitte and she quickly flipped away, he caught hold of her long skirt instead of her leg and tugged at it, ripping Brigittes gown apart up to her crotch. The disappointed monster tossed away the scrap of cloth he held and undid his loincloth with the other hand.

Briggites jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she saw the 18 inch long monster of a cock that the creature revealed. There was no way she could survive what she was sure the creature had in mind, she thought, watching the member slowly stiffen.

She pulled a second slim blade from a secret pouch in her sleeve and backed carefully away. The monster ran forward with speed not fitting its size and cought Brigitte of guard. She tried to flip away again but cought her foot on a rock and fell onto her back, landing hard and getting the wind knocked out of her. The monster smiled as he looked down at the gorgeous elf girl in see through clothes, his giant cock standing tall now, as thick and long as Brigittes thigh.

Before she could react, the monster grabbed her legs and pulled them wide. She began praying in her head harder than she’d ever prayed before for some great god to appear and save her, with each second the realization of what was happening hit her harder. This couldn’t be happening, she told herself, this kind of thing didn’t happen to princesses, not to her anyway.

She felt the monster grab hold of her slight panties and brutally rip them off, completely exposing her tiny slit to him.

“You.” she heard a gentle, almost whispering voice say in an amazingly calm tone “Stop.” The monster turned his attention from Brigitte and towards the voices origin, as did Brigitte. She was heartened as she saw a familiar presence standing there, the master of the bladedancers guild, a warrior beyond comparison. She didn’t know his name, but neither did anyone else, not even her father himself.

He was not a tall man, only standing half a head taller than Brigitte and was quite thin and wiry. His body was covered in layer upon layer of black clothing, boots, pants tunic, shirt, cloak, even gloves, all black as midnight and all decorated with runes and sigils Brigitte herself could not recognize. Similar symbols carved of stone bone and whatever else she didn’t know hung on bands around his neck. His hair was long and almost pure white, blowing around him in the wind. At his side hung a beautifully crafted sword more ancient than anything Brigitte had ever seen or heard tale of. It was this man who had tought Bridgett all she knew of fighting at her fathers request.

“Let her go.” The Blademaster said calmly, not moving at all. The monster chuckled and turned towards him. He stared the beast down, flexing his heavily gloved hands. “You will not survive troll.” He said “You will either die slowly and painfully or with mercy, the choice is yours as to which.” The monster growled and ran towards the blademaster. The Elven warrior moved suddenly and with incredible speed, Brigitte could not see his legs move as he ran, it was as if he was floating just above the ground. The troll struck out but the blademaster was gone, standing behind the beast before he’d realized what happened. Brigitte saw his sword disappear from its scabbard for a scant second before reappearing just as suddenly as it had gone. The troll suddenly froze in its tracks as the blademaster turned and walked away, he had barely gone five steps before the trolls torso fell forward off of its legs, leaving him cut perfectly in half.

Brigitte screamed in utter horror as blood and gore erupted from the creatures exposed innards, raining blood and what else Brigitte couldn’t imagine onto the verdant grass. “Y…you saved me!” She stammered, standing and covering herself with what remained of her skirt “How did you know we were here?”

She stared at her savior, the brave warrior who’d appeared to save her, she’d never felt so grateful to anyone in her life, she just wanted to jump his bones and fuck him till she couldn’t think straight. Even after coming so close to being raped to death she felt her slit moisten “Your such a whore!” She teased herself mentally.

“Did you really think you could leave the palace without being watched Brigitte?” The blademaster asked. Brigitte realized how unusual it felt not to be called princess or ladyship, she almost felt angry for a moment. “Why did you wait so long to save me then?” she asked “I wished to see how well you would defend yourself.” He replied “You didn’t do very well.”

It occurred to Brigitte that if he had been watching her since they left the palace he would have seen what she did in the pond, she found her pussy growing even wetter at the prospect, she hoped he enjoyed the show.

“I defended myself as best I could!” She said to the blademaster “and how dare you speak to me like that, I am the royal princess of the high elves!”

“I only speak the truth.” He countered “Is truth the enemy of Nobility?”

“Your duty is to the Nobility.” Brigitte answered. “My duty is to the Elven people.” He replied “Be they rich or poor.”

“Do you save every elf as you saved me today?” Brigitte asked “Your father has asked me to look after you as a personal favor Brigitte.” He answered “all is not well in your kingdom, remember that.”

“What do you mean?” Brigitte asked “I can’t say.” The blademaster returned “But don’t worry, your in no danger, I’m looking after you.

Brigitte remembered her fantasy of being watched that afternoon and wondered if it had been true after all. “Yes.” The blademaster said in response to the look on her face “I’ve seen what you do in the privacy of your bedroom, every night, many times during the day now too, you’re a very horny girl, aren’t you Brigitte?”

Brigitte stood dumbfounded for a moment, she could hardly believe all the things he had seen her done, she was mortified, yet aroused beyond her wildest dreams at the same time. She gathered up all her courage “Yes.” She replied “I am, I have urges, but I can never seem to… scratch the itch. I need a man to do it for me.” She gave him her sexiest smile, somehow looking like pure innocence and a complete whore at the same time.

The blademaster stared at her, god how gorgeous she was, if she hadn’t been the princess he would have laid her down and had his way with her right then and there. He could tell thats what she wanted, she really was a horny, horny girl.

“Come on.” He said after a moment. Lets get back to the palace. “What about Nana?” Brigitte asked “Is she…”

“No.” The blademaster answered “Just unconscious.” He waved his hand and Nanas body rose into the air, hovering gently near him.

“Where did that thing come from?” Brigitte asked, standing much closer to the blademaster than was necessary. “Silver mines.” The blademaster answered “The orcs send them through.”

“Orcs?” Brigitte asked “Here?”

“No” the blademaster replied “But nearer than your father wants you to think. Either way they pose you little threat high up in the castle.”

For some reason that last statement made Brigitte feel somewhat guilty.

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The beautiful day had given way to a hot, sweaty night as Brigitte collapsed onto her bed, recently changed into her nightgown. She’d spent her entire afternoon speaking with her father and his generals about the attack and had just now made it back to her room.

She still hadn’t had a good orgasm yet and she felt like she would explode if she didn’t cum soon. She kicked her nightgown up around her waist and ran a gentle finger over her wet slit, gasping at the sensation.

Her thoughts shifted to the blademaster, just the thought of him turning her on even farther. She remembered what he’d said about seeing her at night, was he watching her now? She hoped so.

She quietly stood and let her silk nightgown fall back to its natural position, running to her door and locking it securely, she’d learned her lesson. Next, she walked to her window and looked down at the city at night. She was unimaginably aroused, the days pent up sexual frustration blending with the exhibitionist thrill of being watched to drive her wild with lust.

She looked down at her thin nightgown, noticing that the silk over each of her yearning nipples was already moist with her gently leaking mamsina, she must have been even more turned on than she thought.

Taking a deep breath, she moved as close to the window as she could, letting her knees press against the stone windowsill then reaching down and cupping her dainty hand over her crotch, feeling the heat of her slit through the white silk of her nightgown and letting the silver ring she wore, a gift from her mother, sparkle in the moonlight.

A moment passed and Brigitte felt her wetness soak through her thin nightgown and moisten her finger tips. She could hardly believe how horny she was as she massaged her tight slit through the nightgown, relishing the feeling it gave her.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away and ran it up her body, her wet fingers leaving a slight trail of moisture up her stomach, her left breast bouncing slightly as her hand hit it.

She giggled at how naughty she was being and began massaging her hard nipples through the nightgown, moaning with pleasure as she did and feeling her thick mamsina squirt out, soaking large spots into her nightgown. Her clitoris was begging to be touched and she unconsciously moved her hips in a semi circular motion, thrusting at a nonexistent lover. A drop of her slippery juices ran slowly down her thigh and she knew that she was wetter than she’d ever been before.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, the wind blowing her hair and her fingers running over her hard nipples at a frantic pace, she could feel an orgasm building from the stimulation of her nipples alone and she moaned in pleasure, her legs feeling like they might give out at any moment.

Suddenly, she pulled her fingers away and grabbed a nearby chair, positioning it in front of the window and lowering herself slowly and seductively into it. She spread her legs wide, bracing one foot on either side of the large window and feeling the warm breeze blow up the skirt of her nightgown and over her sensitive pussy.

She wasted no time in pulling the nightgown up and over her hips, letting her lower body be nude in the night air.

The entire area between her legs was slick and shiny with copious amounts of her wetness and even her blonde bush was matted with the stuff. Her position naturally spread her wet lips apart, exposing the bright pink of her inner depths to the night air and causing her to moan one more time.

She couldn’t take it anymore, and forced the tip of a finger into her desperately tight pussy, ramming it in hard despite the pain. Her breath was coming in frantic gasps now as she rode her finger like a girl possessed. She rammed the digit into herself harder and farther than ever before, even feeling the cold silver of her mothers ring enter her tight canal.

She screamed in absolute bliss as a massive orgasm approached.

Just then, a knock came at the door “Your Ladyship” a voice came, “Tis I the Chaplain, can we speak?”

Brigitte cursed under her breath, interrupted again! At this rate she’d never get to cum, and by now she felt like she needed to cum as much as she needed to breathe. “O…one minute…” She stammered, pulling her finger out of her tight pussy with a loud slurping sound. She looked down at her nightgown, covered in the juices of her arousal, she couldn’t be seen like that so she did the only thing she could think of, dove back into bed and pulled the covers tight over herself, despite the extreme heat of the night. She pointed her finger and magically unlocked the door.

“Enter.” She said, her voice quivering slightly.

The chaplain entered the room and immediately walked to the window, drawing the curtains closed. He noticed the wet spot on the seat of the nearby chair and smiled to himself.

“What did you want?” Brigitte asked “I know your secret.” The chaplain replied, turning to face her ” I know how you slide your finger as deep into your young, dripping hole as you can and pump it in and out until you cum all over yourself!” Brigitte whent white with shock “Please don’t tell anyone!” She said, her voice quivering quite a bit now.

“Oh I won’t.” the chaplain answered, “as long as you do something for me in return.”

“What?” Brigitte asked, confused and afraid. “Your father keeps a book on his nightstand.” The chaplain began “I need it but he does not allow me in his chambers, and would watch me too closely even if he did. You will get this book and bring it to me or you’ll dirty little secret won’t be a secret anymore”

“O… okay.” Brigitte answered, I’ll do it, but you can’t tell anyone about… that…” Her heart felt as though it would beat its way out of her chest.

“Oh, that’s not all I want…” The chaplain continued, with one swift motion pulling the covers off Brigitte, revealing her nightgown soaked through with her arousal. She gasped and desperately struggled to cover herself to no avail.

“My my.” The chaplain said, smiling at the erotic sight before him “You are a naughty little girl aren’t you?…” Brigitte was paralyzed with shock as the chaplain approached her and grabbed hold of her skirt, forcefully pulling it up to her hips and revealing her still-very-wet pussy “You need to be tought a lesson, you naughty, naughty girl!” He continued.

“Wait!” Brigitte called, her voice finally returning to her “If you touch me I’ll tell my father and he’ll have you killed!” The chaplain pulled away and Brigitte quickly pulled the covers back over herself. “Very well.” He said “But you will still bring me the book.”

Without a farther word he turned and walked out of the room.

Brigitte sat there, in shock for a moment, then began wringing her hands together nervously, as she always did when she was worried. The familiar presence of her mothers silver ring was strangely absent from her finger. Shocked, she looked around before something dawned on her and she became aware of an uncomfortable sensation inside of her sex. Her mother would kill her if she lost the ring, let alone lost it, in there…

She quickly ran her finger to her still well lubed slit and forced her finger inside, it was painful with her pussy no longer aroused, but she drove it anyway, biting her lower lip out of pain. After what seemed like an eternity of painfully forcing the digit onwards she felt the ring brush against her finger tip. Try as she might, she couldn’t budge it, her finger was just at the wrong angle and her pussy was just too tight. She needed help.

She threw off her moist nightgown and washed herself free of her juices before donning a loose fitting robe and running down the hall to Nanas room, the ring sitting uncomfortably inside her.

“Nana!” She called, throwing open the door “I need help!”

“What is it m’Lady?” The older elf asked “Remember this morning…” Brigitte continued “What you saw me… doing.” She turned bright red with embarrassment.

“No.” Nana answered, much to Brigittes shock “I’m afraid I don’t, they tell me I took a nasty hit on the head and I can’t seem to remember much anything that happened this morning.”

“Oh.”Brigitte answered “I see, well I… uh…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. “It’s nothing.” She finished abruptly, stepping out of the room again.

She couldn’t bare to tell anyone her ‘dirty little secret’, that only left one person she could turn to.

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Brigitte traveled through the busy streets with a hood over her head, trying hard not to draw any attention to herself. She knew that her beauty was a legend in the great city and she knew how many men desired her enough to try raping her, how many people would recognize her.

She half ran to the guild hall of the bladedancers, the foreign presence inside her growing more and more uncomfortable with each step she took. She reached her destination and looked up at the tall guild hall, she wondered how she would get in without anyone noticing.

“Looking for me?” a voice came from behind. Brigitte turned to see the blademaster standing there. “Yes.” She answered, blushing “I need your help, is there a place we can talk?”

“Follow me.” The warrior answered, he led her into an alleyway and through a back door to a small, sparsely furnished room. “What is it?” He asked once they were inside.

“I… I lost my ring.” Brigitte answered. The blademaster stared at her as if she were the biggest fool he’d ever met. “It’s, well, it’s in my… private… place.” She answered “I can’t get it out myself, and no one can find out… you know… how it got in there, so I need your help! Please!” The blademaster was completely stunned, staring at her in disbelief “I don’t know if it would be… appropriate for me to help.” He answered. He remembered all the times he’d watched her pleasure herself, how she’d tried to seduce him this morning, how totally gorgeous she was. He could hardly believe this was happening. “Please!” Brigitte pleaded “I really need your help!” She dropped off her thick cloak, revealing a short dress and fell into one of the chairs in the room. The blademaster watched with amazement as she hiked up the skirt, revealing her tiny pink slit to him.

It occurred to Brigitte how turned on this would usually have made her, but right now she was too anxious and nervous for that, her pussy was dry.

“All right.” The blademaster said “I’ll see what I can do.” He knelt between Brigittes legs and she gasped as she felt his finger pressing against her tiny opening. “That hurts!” She called, pulling her hips back slightly. “Your so tight.” The blademaster answered, “Try to relax a little.”

“Its always like that.” Brigitte answered.

He tried to enter her again and again she called out and stopped him. He stood and walked away, returning in a moment with a vial of cooking oil. Brigitte watched as he poured a generous amount of the thick liquid onto his hand and spread it over his fingers. He pushed against her sex once more and she felt his slippery finger ease into her a bit. She whimpered slightly and bit her lower lip as his finger, wider than her own spread her tight walls. It hurt quite a bit as he pressed on “Hurry!” She cried, her body tense.

All at once, he pulled his finger out of her. She looked down with surprise “I can’t get it from this angle.” He said, pulling a second chair over, “Lean over this and let me try.” Brigitte did as she was told, putting her stomach on the back of the chair and resting her arms on the seat, thrusting her perfect ass into the air.

The blademaster positioned himself behind her and looked at her tightly closed, almost hairless pink folds. As Brigitte waited with baited breath he gently ran his well oiled finger up and down her tiny slit. “Spread your legs a little.” He said and she obeyed, her new position drawing her lips open ever so slightly and revealing a sliver of the bright pink beyond. His finger ran to the top of her slit and he gently parted her outer lips, momentarily beginning to caress her sleeping clit.