Elves’ Tradition
It was my first time… Yes, I experienced everything for the first time. Whether it was her warmth, the softness of her lips, the feeling of breasts in my hands, and then… and then… the sensation of her most sensitive spot…
Angelina narrowed her eyes and tenderly looked at me. She stopped at the very moment we met. Our bodies remained in an odd position. She giggled as she stroked my chest and affectionately said, "Want me… to sit down?"
I was too shy to answer; however, my body was screaming, pleading Angelina to sit down. I hadn't had a girlfriend in almost twenty years, because, due to my former job, I couldn't accept a girl who cried and pleaded. The supreme beauty with a well-endowed body was teasing me. I was just one second away from losing my virginity…
"You shy, huh? In the past, I lied there on the bed as you are right now and pleaded Veirya's dad. I know all about this thanks to him. What? Don't be jealous; he's already passed away. The one underneath me right now is you, and the rod that I'm holding is yours, you know?" Angelina looked at me with a playful smile.
I shut my eyes and decided I wasn't going to mind appearances. My entire body virtually felt as though it was engulfed in flames. I had no other though other than a desire for Angelina to slide down on me so that she couldn't wear that mischievous smile of hers anymore. I wanted to roughly thrust my weapon into her, make her cry and make her never dare to smile that way again after she tightly hugged me.
I softly murmured, "Please…"
Angelina quietly chuckled. Suddenly, I heard two loud and elated voices from outside, "Sir!! Lord Veirya! I brought a doctor back! Lord Veirya!!"
If it was just Anna who screamed, I might not care so much. Elves, doctors, whatever, I didn't care at that point. They could do whatever they pleased. But nevertheless, the door to Veirya's room swung open. I didn't care about anyone else, but I definitely couldn't disregard Veirya. I heard Veirya's footsteps zip past our room door. She didn't know what was going on inside, but I vigorously sat up.
To put it into perspective, it was akin to having a basin of cold water splashed on my brain. I seemed to realise what I was doing. I shuddered then pushed Angelina off me. She exclaimed then looked at me with an admonishing gaze. She grabbed her breasts and thundered, "How can you be so heartless?!! You were begging me just before, and now you just push me away?! We've already done all that, so what are you still acting innocent for?! Let's continue!! What are you worried about?!!"
I sat up and viciously pinched myself in the face. I faintly apologised, "Sorry…"
Immediately after, I stormed out of Angelina's room as if I was fleeing. Despite my left foot being crippled, I still ran full pelt. As a consequence, I nearly rolled out. I loudly shut the door behind me and gasped for air. I weakly leaned onto the wall and gradually slid down. However, because of my panting, I started to feel dizzy, and my vision turned dark. I gripped my chest. A sickening feeling gave me an urge to vomit. I didn't know what was wrong with me, either, but I genuinely felt nauseous.
I wasn't sick due to Angelina; I was sick with myself. My lack of determination in every endeavour sickened me. I decided to love Veirya, yet was seduced by Angelina all the way to her bed. I was about to do it with Angelina, yet fled, because of Veirya. I really didn't have an ounce of determination.
I didn't stand for anything; I didn't understand what love was. I didn't understand what exactly I wanted. I wasn't worthy of being loved. I was scum, scum that continued to provoke women around him, yet didn't ever take a side. Instead, I hesitated until I ended up hurting them. I was sick of myself. I was always prattling about love, yet lacked any degree of self-awareness.
"What's wrong?" Veirya came up to me with light steps. The sight of my pale face bewildered her. In response, she tilted her head: "Are. You sick? Doctors. Coincidentally just arrived. You need them to take a look?"
I nervously gulped, swallowing with it the food that had come back up. I struggled to reply, "No, nothing…"
Veirya gently helped me up to my feet and down the stairs. Anna was waiting in the dining hall with two doctors. There were a few alight candles on the table. While I felt slightly weak, I did notice that one of the doctors had long ears, so I presumed him to be an elf.
"Sir, are you sick?" Anna asked.
I shook my head: "I'm fine; I'm just feeling a little weak. Don't mind me. Doctors, please head upstairs and take a look at the three elves. Anna, you can go rest now. There is still some food in the kitchen. You've travelled for a long time, so have a good rest."
Anna nodded: "All right."
The elven doctor gave me a subtle nod: "May I ask what sorts of injuries the three elves received? How did they get hurt?"
"Head upstairs and take a look."
I gradually regained my energy as Veirya helped me. I turned around and made way. The two doctors nodded then made their way upstairs. We followed them to the room. I lit up the candle on the wall, thereby revealing the three elves with a timid flame. The elven doctor walked up to the diplomat. I picked up a candle and held it overhead. He gently caressed the elf's body, and then softly said, "She is all right. They are just minor wounds, and she has not suffered any severe internal injuries. She will be fine once she consumes some medicine."
"All right."
Next up was the bodyguard. Her wounds were more severe; she suffered internal injuries. That was why the elf took a while longer to think and prepare medicines. Nevertheless, the bodyguard and the diplomat weren't in the worse condition. The Queen was in the worst shape.
I didn't know if the elf was aware of the internal turmoil of the elves or not, but since he resided in humanity's lands, I didn't think he'd know much. Moreover, he didn't comment on the diplomat or bodyguard. I, therefore, assumed he didn't know what happened.
The last patient was the Queen. Before I addressed her, the elven doctor saw her eye wounds. He immediately stood up and solemnly said to me, "Sorry, I cannot treat her even though she is our former Queen. This is our elven tradition. We elves treat traitors this way. The reason we dig out the eyes of elves is so that they cannot see the way home. I cannot treat a traitorous elf."
I responded "No chance at all? Regardless of what happened in the past with the Queen, she's now merely an ordinary injured elf, and you're not in the elven lands, either. Nobody would know even if you did treat her."
"My conscience knows. My conscience as an elf knows."
The doctor touched his chest, where his heart was. He placed two gold coins on the table then turned and left without any hesitation. Veirya grabbed her sword handle and looked at me, but I shook my head. She reluctantly watched the elf leave. I have to admit the elven race was confident, and their respect for traditions was firmly rooted just as Lucia's was. Even an elf with a sense of justice would commit such cruel acts.
I sighed. I turned around to look at the lost human doctor: "Try your best. While I don't know if humans and elves are the same, just give it your best. I won't blame you."
"Understood…"
There was nothing we could do. Whether or not the Elven Queen survived depended on her.