Dark Passion

Khane rested on his stomach, nestled in a patch of soft snow.  The afternoon was almost warm, the dark elf's breath was barely visible before his sharp-featured face.  A long, thick cloak of white fur covered Khane, blending his prone form in the vast field of snow.  Khane didn't move an inch, never shifted to find a more comfortable position, he remained utterly still, breathing slowly and evenly.  

The dark elf scout watched the southern edge of the Lakes of the Abyss, his repeater crossbow sheltered underneath his cloak, loaded and ready to fire.  Khane had established his post at the very edge of his crossbow's range, he could hit anything that approached the black-watered lake, but it would require every bit of his considerable skill.

Khane's almond-shaped, gray eyes narrowed to slits when he spotted the deer approaching the lake's edge.  The deer was a magnificent beast, with a deep, powerful chest, strong limbs, and a large rack of sharp horns.  The deer's breath misted around it's black snout, it scented the frigid air, then resumed its walk to the beckoning lake waters.

Khane moved smoothly and deliberately, drawing his crossbow from the folds of his fur cloak and leveling it at the drinking deer.  The dark elf brought the butt of the weapon's stock to his pale, right cheek, he enfolded the trigger with a gloved finger, slowed his breathing until he was barely drawing in air.  Khane sighted upon the deer and aimed for its wide neck, his finger tightened around the trigger, he slowly released the breath from his lungs.

The crossbow was so well-made it barely recoiled when Khane squeezed the trigger.  The slender, metal bolt hissed through the arctic air, giving the deer a split second of warning before it struck.

The bolt plunged deep into the deer's chest.  The deer screamed in agony and sprinted away from the lake, stumbling while hot, red blood gushed onto the snow.

Khane uncoiled gracefully from the ground and instantly broke into a run, pursuing the mortally wounded animal.  The dark elf pumped the stock of his crossbow, another bolt slid into place for firing.  Khane's white fur cloak spread open like a set of dove's wings behind him as he raced after the fleeing deer, raising his crossbow to finish the beast.  The grunting deer ran desperately across the icy tundra, heading for the shelter of the Black Forest.  Khane's white lips were pressed firmly together as he aimed his crossbow and let fly with a second bolt.

The bolt passed clean through the deer's thick neck.  The beast's front legs collapsed underneath it, the deer crashed into the snow, sliding to a stop in a tangle of limbs.

Khane slowed to a stop next to the dead deer.  He scanned the countryside before slinging his empty crossbow over his right shoulder.  The dark elf dug into a belt pouch for several strips of thick leather, then he knelt beside the dead beast to secure its legs.

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The villagers stopped their work to watch Khane as he walked towards the square with his burden slung across his powerful shoulders.  Dark elf boys halted their weapons practice to shout words of praise to Khane, the scout nodded his thanks while he passed.

Khane entered the large, rectangular, log building that served as the tribe's feasting hall.  Two slim elf women approached the table where Khane dropped his burden, they quickly set to work skinning and bleeding the dead deer.

"A good hunt today, young Khane," smiled Khord, the chieftain of the dark elf tribe.  Khord was tall and thin, like any dark elf, but his face was lined with age, his hair was lank and gleaming silver, not glossy and black like Khane's.  For a dark elf warrior, Khord was calm and thoughtful, he did his best to keep the tribe out of unnecessary battles, he cared for everyone, man or woman, old or young.  The tribe respected Khord, he was intelligent and deliberate, only the witch elves grumbled against the old elf's peaceful rule.

"Thank you," nodded Khane gravely.  He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, he was uneasy under the scrutiny of his chieftain.

"You've been on the tundra for a long time, I was about to send out a search party for you," chuckled Khord, motioning for the young scout to join him at one of the long tables.  A human slave girl shuffled forward and set down two large wooden mugs of ale, Khord drank his ale with relish, Khane sipped his drink politely.

"I like living on the tundra, it's quiet and serene," murmured Khane.

"I guess that's what makes you such a good scout," smiled Khord, regarding his companion.  "Still, you should stay in the village for awhile, find a pretty girl to bed."

"I have a mate," smiled Khane tentatively, raising his face proudly.

"Really?  I keep a close eye on the available girls," winked Khord, "I haven't seen you with any of them."

"I'm bonded with Jazere," replied the wiry scout.

"A witch elf?" exclaimed the chieftain incredulously.

"Aye," nodded Khane.

"They're..dangerous, aren't they?"

"They can be," smiled Khane ruefully.

"Well, you amaze me, son," said the chieftain, shaking his head in wonder.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go see her now."

"You can go, Khane," waved away Khord.  "But heed what I said about staying in the village, I'll need all of my scouts at the rising of the new moon."

Khane swallowed a mouthful of ale, rose from his bench, and bowed his head in leave-taking.  He left the feasting hall quickly, the chieftain shaking his head as the scout departed.

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"By Khaine's bloody hand how I've missed you!" growled Jazere as she grasped Khane's tunic and pulled him to her.  The white-haired dark elf woman opened her mouth and covered the scout's lips, she sucked hungrily, her tongue thrust into Khane's mouth.

Khane enfolded the lithe witch elf's waist with his arms, he squeezed her small, tight buttocks with his fingers, she purred inside his mouth.  While Khane thrust his hands into Jazere's snug, black leather breeches, massaging her ass, the witch elf nuzzled Khane's neck and left shoulder, her breath was warm and sweet against his skin.

"Come," smiled Jazere, breaking away from Khane and leading him by the hand to her pile of sleeping furs.  The beautiful, snow-maned woman knelt next to Khane, she poured him a mug of mulled wine and offered it to him.  Khane drank the warm beverage eagerly, watching with appreciative eyes while the sultry witch elf pulled up her tunic over her head, her full, milky-white breasts quivering in the chilly air.  Jazere took the empty mug from Khane, then she took his right hand and rested his open palm over her left breast.  The young elf woman's flesh was smooth and flush with sensual warmth, Khane gently squeezed his mate's breast, rubbed the swollen, pink nipple with his thumb.

Jazere drew close to Khane, she slowly kissed him, guiding his hand across her breasts, then down to her crotch.  Khane's breath quickened when Jazere untied her breeches, taking his hand again and urging him to explore inside.  Khane slid his fingers into Jazere's breeches without hesitation, he smiled when he touched the witch elf's tender, warm sex.  Jazere dug her long, ivory fingers into Khane's raven hair, she devoured his lips, panting within his mouth as he caressed her shaven pussy, fingertips sliding across her engorged clit, then brushing the moist lips of her shuddering cunt.

Jazere grabbed her breeches and yanked them down her slender, alabaster legs.  She fell back into her sleeping furs, spreading her pale thighs wide for Khane.  The aroused scout swiftly removed his clothes before positioning himself between the witch elf's out-spread legs, his graceful fingers stroking the warm flesh of her creamy thighs.  Jazere reached out and grasped Khane's hips, she dug her blood-red nails into his skin.  Khane rested his body over Jazere, he buried his fingers in her thick, white hair while he thrust into the witch elf, burying his member to the hilt inside her.  Jazere squeezed Khane's hips with her thighs, she raked her nails across his firm belly and chest as he stabbed into her cunt over and over, his cock engorging within her.  Khane seized Jazere's taut buttocks, he held them as he pumped smoothly inside her repeatedly.  Jazere flexed her pelvis, she forced her lover's shaft deeper into her ravenous cunt.  The witch elf fondled her own breasts, pinching her erect nipples, tugging on the small, silver rings fastened upon them.

Clutching Jazere's ass, ramming into her honey-soaked pussy, Khane kissed the witch elf wildly, dipping his tongue into her panting mouth, entwining his tongue with hers.  The dark elves writhed and grunted like rutting wolves, their naked bodies drenched in musky sweat, gleaming in the flickering candle light.  Khane impaled Jazere and released inside her belly, hot cum gushing from his shivering prick.  Jazere purred with lewd pleasure, she gently raked her nails over her mate's gleaming chest, his ivory flesh hot and flushed from their coupling.

Khane grabbed a heavy fur and draped it over himself and Jazere.  The naked witch elf reached down with both hands, she grasped her mate's cum-slick member and began massaging it wantonly with her slim, deft fingers.  Khane and Jazere kissed roughly, the dark elf scout buried his face in his lover's silky mane, tasting the flesh of her neck with his cool lips.

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