Elven Political Theory - Part 1

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To humans, elves were unknowable beings, Elven-kind's thoughts too alien from humanity's to ever truly be known. Always aloof and with an air of superiority about them, always concocting some kind of scheme that would span decades, or centuries, that humans would simply be pawns in, or at best, left out of entirely.

And it was for this reason that the elf sat alone in the inn, far away from any elven city, and any human city for that matter. If an elf was out in a small town like this one, it was for some reason a human couldn't understand, and could only hurt them. So out of fear, they stayed away.

And with that in mind, Shanty took a seat across from the elf and asked, "What's your name darlin'?"

"My name is Serenity of the Winter Lake." replied the elf, with a smile indecipherable to a human.

"Nice to meet you Serenity of the Winter Lake. Name's Shanty." said Shanty, "What can we do for you in this town of ours?"

"Oh," said the elf, with an unerring aura of nonchalance, "nothing. Just passing through, sampling what the human world has to offer."

"Really now?" asked Shanty, eyebrows raised to exaggerated effect, "I can't imagine that human-made wine you're drinkin' comes close to anything you folks make back home?"

"Oh I don't know, it certainly has its own charm." said Serenity of the Winter Lake, licking her lips and giving Shanty eyes that just about anyone could understand. "Brash and bold aren't something you find very often back home. Don't you sometimes just crave... variety?"

Meeting her eyes, Shanty answered, "Occasionally."

The kind of stories that trickled down to the average human about elven sex, were about how long it lasted. They said that elves were so hard to please that it could take days before anyone came to climax. Compared to their average of a few minutes, how could a human even imagine trying to bed an elf?

It is true that elven sex could last for days, but what the stories got wrong was the reason. Elves viewed themselves and their society as above the short lived races because they could delay gratification, or deny oneself, far beyond what a human or lizardfolk could; everyday pleasures were a sign of weakness.

The human nobility mistook the lavishness with which elves lived as the sign of their status itself, seeing in the elves what they saw in themselves, missing the true meaning of it all.

Having an old country house filled with wine older than any human could trace their family tree back to, tended to by servants who worked away tirelessly just in case they decided to visit that day, but may only visit once a century, wasn't a sign of status because of the required wealth, but because of the required restraint to not spend your everyday there, waited to hand and foot.

This why the human nobility had failed to make meaningful political relations with elves, despite their best attempts. And this is why humans fail to understand elven sex.

Elven sex was nothing but politics.

An orgasm is a failure to control oneself. A failure to delay gratification until you were away from another's eyes. A personal failure and a show of weakness, which marked you as lesser than the other participant.

It was because of this that being impregnated was a sign of domination for elves. A failure to recall the other parent's name was a further slight and insult, being seen as so lowly that it wasn't even worth saying their name.

And it was because of all of this that Shanty had the elf bent over, her cock deep inside, calloused hands on the elf's hips, holding her tight as she came inside.

Shanty knew all of this well. She knew that the elf already viewed her as a lesser, and that this was just proof of it all. That humans were nothing but creatures of impulse, weak to their own desires.

Sex with Shanty wasn't degrading, because Serenity of the Winter Lake was showing her obvious dominance and superiority, and was simply toying with Shanty. Most humans had heard the stories of elven sex, so obviously Shanty was trying her best to last as long as possible, and failing.

What the elf obviously hadn't expected was Shanty's hand gently grasping one of her long, pointed ears and running her thumb up and down the edge. The elf's sharp inhalation put a smirk on Shanty's face, as she shifted her grip and started deftly, but delicately, touching all of the ridges and crevasses nearer the base of the ear.

Serenity of the Winter Lake was trying, but failing, to form words as she was pulled upright, Shanty still hard and twitching inside her. The elf squeaked as Shanty ran her tongue up the length of her ear, then spasmed as her mouth engulfed the ear, tongue gently pressing against the lower side.

Another common story that humans heard was the absolute disgust and contempt elves had for anyone talking about their ears; human nobility being escorted from parties for merely looking at an elf's ears wrong.

The reasoning required an understanding of elven sex, which no noble had, and you'd never hear an elf talking about in polite (or lesser) company. It was the kind of thing a human would only understand after reading a multi-thousand page, and somewhat smutty, series of elven romance novels. Any human noble that actually learned any amount of elvish only read their poetry, where a single poem could be the length of a human novel.

Shanty on the other hand, had a thing with this cute little wizard who had more than an academic interest in elves, and swore by a series called "100 Summers at Empire". Having been lent some kind of enchanted glasses that let her read elvish script, Shanty had made her way through the whole series, including the human novel length sex scenes.

The villain of the novel had ruined the protagonist's sister by (spoilers for 100 Summers at Empire) touching her ears, which caused her to come, impregnating the villain. An underhanded trick so foul that humans had no comparable political ploy.

After a few more minutes of fellating the elf's ears, Shanty pressed her against the wall of the inn's room, and fucked the elf against it, still working her ear with her tongue. It was quick work to get her to come, and even quicker work to a second orgasm, the elf only a quivering wet mess for Shanty to fuck.

Wanting a bit of variety, Shanty pulled out and let the elf drop to her knees. Taking her time, Shanty turned the elf around to face her. Then, as the elf looked up, trying to make sense of what was happening, Shanty took ahold of both of the elf's ears, and gently slid her cock into the elf's unresisting mouth.

The elf made some pitiful attempts to work her tongue around Shanty's tip, but every time Shanty so much as moved a finger, she'd moan and stop until some sense had returned, and she'd try again. Wanting to come in the next hour, Shanty started pushing deeper, the elf's throat relaxing until her whole shaft was in.

Shanty had been in a rhythm, when the elf's moans had started getting more guttural. Then, coming to crescendo, Serenity of the Winter Lake had a shuddering orgasm. Throat suddenly tight, Shanty made a couple final thrusts, pushing Serenity of the Winter Lake down to the base, and cumming in the elf's throat.

It took a moment for her to collect herself, but eventually Shanty let the elf drop to the floor, where she just lay there shivering and taking haggard breathes while Shanty got her trousers on.

Half way to the door, she looked back at the mess she'd made, and felt she should probably clean up a little, so she made her way back, picked up the elf, tucked her into bed, and gave her a kiss on the forehead, before turning for the door again and making her way home.