Princess, my father will give you land and servants. And it will be a completely different life.

Eric shook his head.

- Our son will be destined to bring many misfortunes into this world. There is no need to risk the lives of nations for our sake ... Do you understand?

- Yes ... - Luna sat on the edge of the bed. She took a breath in the chest: - Do you want, sir, that Alina will forget about you as a lover? ... I have an ancient secret ...

Eric's gaze froze. He silently looked at the floor, deciding what to answer.

- I can do it to you ... Only you need your consent.

“I don’t need me,” he answered immediately. - Life consists of ups and downs. I understand this and accept it. Alina will also be able to understand this over time ... However, if she wants to forget about us, I will not mind ...

Luna nodded in agreement.

- I also do not want her to forget you as a lover ... But she asks me very much ... I think I can leave you with her ... What would you like?

Eric shrugged, they say, whatever. There was an awkward silence. Luna diligently decided how to fix everything, but Erik was just silent. He lay down unceremoniously on the bed, as if the noble princess were not in his room, and tucked his hands behind his head.

The moon was embarrassed, and sneak a glance at him, and then got up:

“I suppose Sir is so tired that he can no longer stand on his feet ... Therefore, I will go.”

Eric quickly rose:

“I thought we agreed not to burden each other with unnecessary manners,” he said shamefully. - My apologies.

“Exactly,” Luna was even more embarrassed, and, wanting to find a way out of the situation, she blithely plopped down on the bed. “I was just joking ... And for all the blessings Sir Erik has done for me, I reward him with the right to lie in my presence when he wishes.

“All right, Princess,” said Eric, and lay down beside him. And silence again. The flame of the candle twitched, and the shadows of the furniture danced. Outside the window there was a measured sound of rain.

The moon rolled onto its side and stared at the mage. He turned his head towards her and met a pair of blue eyes shining with happiness. He raised an eyebrow. Luna smiled and closed her eyes with pleasure.

She could not hide her feelings. For her, there was no higher bliss than lying next to her savior.

“You have no idea, Eric, what a feeling it is to lie next to a beautiful man who so selflessly saved me ...”

Eric only smiled slightly. Luna took his hand and kissed her.

- I will never find the words to thank you ...

“No thanks,” the magician answered modestly.

- True, sir. My father will reward you with a high title ... You deserve not only the title of a battle mage ... Maybe a count ... Or even a landgrave? ... Duke? ... If it were my will, I would even make you a czar himself .

Eric, with a smile, listened to her enthusiastic chatter, and his hand itself touched her soft hair. The moon fell silent and stared at him with wide eyes. Eric runs his finger along her cheek and chin, repeating the outline of her face. His hand slid down his neck and stopped in the collarbone hollow. She-Elf closed her eyes to pleasure.

Erik's hand began to descend below, over the dress, he ran over the nipple, and a sweet shiver of beads scattered over the girl's body. Stopping at the waist, he pulled her close and wanted to kiss her.

But, as often happens with young girls, mountains of doubt and fear flooded her, and she stepped back and sat down.

- Something is wrong? He asked, lifting himself up.

“Sir, I'm engaged ... And ...” she sobbed. She did not turn her tongue to tell about the orcs.

“I understand,” replied the magician, detachedly.

- No, you do not understand ... There is something else here ... And I do not dare to tell about it ...

Eric nodded in understanding.

- Then do not.

“I must, sir,” Luna objected. Erik suppressed a barely condescending smile. - He is the son of the head of the clan of Darkness ...

“Yes, this is news ...” he agreed, puzzled.

“But that’s not all ...” The moon plucked up courage. “I was dishonored by an orc ...”- and she began to cry bitterly. All said. Now he will politely let her know that she will get out of here, and never touch him.

But Erik sat and looked at her in shock, feeling helpless pity. Did this cheerful talker carry such a heavy burden in herself all this time ?! Not knowing what to do, he laid his hand on his trembling shoulder, but he pulled them off, shaking his hand.

- Please don't touch me, I'm dirty ...

“Why are you saying this nonsense,” said Eric, outraged. “You are the Moon, the strongest spirit-elf I know.”

The girl stopped crying and looked at Eric:

- True?

- Of course, silly ...

- But I know how virginity is appreciated among you people ...

- Luna, calm down. You are an elf.

- But I am disgusted with myself! What should I do now?!

- There is a ritual of purification ... But, really, it is not necessary about it.

The moon stopped breathing for a moment. Like a drowning man, clutching at a straw, she clung to the abandoned phrase:

- What is this rite? Spend it!

“You tell me first if that orc is among those in custody ...”

“Don't worry about it, sir ...” Luna wiped away her tears and sniffled. Eric handed her his handkerchief. - That orc got full ... And no longer bothers me ... it no longer ... exists ... I am more afraid that you will think about me and how you will react ... Let's do the rite ...

Eric decided not to object and held out his hand. A small wooden hammer appeared in the air, which he immediately took. Erik told Luna to sit down, put the hammer on her lap and raised his hands and eyes to the ceiling. Then he quickly said something, and stopped for a minute with his eyes closed. The moon saw that the hammer flickered gold for a moment, and then became again wooden. Eric opened his eyes.

- What are the sensations? - He asked.

Luna smiled. A huge mountain fell from her shoulders.

- Did it work?

- Of course.

- I do not feel the difference.

- What about the oppressive feeling? - Eric asked.

“Disappeared,” Luna smiled. “But I don't want the necromancer to get me innocent.” Don't get me wrong, but ... - without finishing it, she clung to his lips. - I love Eric ...

These words had the effect of a bomb. Eric grabbed her and threw her on the bed. A furious playful struggle with the removal of clothes followed, alternating with hot kisses and mutual clapping, alternating with rolling around the bed in each other's arms. At some instant, the Moon was on top of her desired prince and kissed him tightly. Eric put his tongue in her mouth, and a short scuffle of tongues followed. At the same time, Eric's hands were wandering around the girl, and her fingers were constantly slipping inside the coveted bosom.

The girl, biting her lower lip, looked at Erik, and then gracefully slid down to his groin. She looked greedily at his billowing spear, and wished to know what it tasted like.

“I have never done this,” she said apologetically. - You have to teach me how to give you pleasure.

The moon was a diligent student. (Erotic stories) She sucked his dignity like a vacuum, tickled and wrapped her tongue, climbed under his foreskin, managed to swallow almost the entire length, and Eric was close to the final, but suddenly he grabbed her in his arms, put it on the bed and now he wrote bliss in the tongue on her petals.

The elf squirmed and moaned, feeling like a flower, in the deepening of which the bee unceremoniously hosted, collecting nectar.

She could not hold back anymore, she had few preludes, and she directly asked her to stop this sweet torture and take her.

Erik listened to her pleas, and his flesh sank into her sweet womb. It cost him to do it, and the girl pierced the strongest orgasm, from the realization that finally happened what she so desired.

Controlling herself with final forces, she grabbed a pillow and laid herself on her face to scream in plenty. However, Eric removed the pillow from her face, and cast a Soundproof spell to see her face and hear her voice.

The girl clasped his legs, and gave herself to Nirvana without a trace, expressing it in her voice.

The final chord - Erik moved quickly and roughly, breathing heavily, and the Moon with a sweet moan took his seed.

Sweaty and tired but happy, they pulled away from each other.

“It was incredible, fabulous ... as if I had fallen into the land of grace ...” whispered Luna, hugging him. - Eric ... you are the best ...

Eric only smiled wearily and kissed her. Firmly hugging the elf, he fell asleep.

The moon lay, with a smile looking into the darkness, and soon, too, closed her eyes ... His measured breathing and heartbeat were for her the best music she was ready to listen to for eternity ...