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A stream babbled beside Kupper as it rolled down the hill he was strolling up. Weaving his way through the tall trees with their thin stalks– their thick bushy tops preventing most undergrowth– he paused and peered around curiously. He had not traveled this far north in at least three centuries.

Divine music filled the space between the trees. Perking, a giddy smile accompanied his quickened pace. Gladly, he followed the vivacious tune like a moth to flame.

Coming over the crest of the hill, he watched the scene before him in awe. An elven angel nimbly danced among the tall trees along the shore of a pool of water where it spilled down from a rock face. Rays of light streamed through the holes in the canopy, shining spotlights for the heavenly nymph to flirt with.

He could not help his feet, which drew him closer to her. Turning to him, she paused briefly to tilt her smiling face to him. Without hesitation, he leaned down to kiss her, only wishing she could keep playing while he did so. The soft touch of her lips made his hearts dance to a beat of their own.

With a coquettish wink, she spun away, her lively song continuing as she led the way through the trees. Her delightful voice joined the music, singing a jaunty elven tune.

A week ago, he had lived his life in empty silence. Now, he couldn't remember how he had ever truly lived without such a brilliant companion. The roguish grin she occasionally flashed back at him set him on fire. Gladly, he had followed that grin into every kind of trouble with her, and among the humans, they had gotten into plenty of it.

First, Kupper had stepped forward to Zigz's defense, but a stiff gust proved she didn't need it. They had then indulged perhaps a little too much at the tavern. After being chased out, they had been caught in the rain and stumbled into a doorway, where Kupper pinned her to the wall, spread her wide, and sank her down his shaft. They had been a bit too careless with their sounds, easily frightening off the wide-eyed guard that discovered them. On their way out of town, they had made it a point to slip into the debauched mayor's house, stealing his ornate cane and leaving a trail of handwritten letters from his mistresses down the street.

Their pockets were filled in the hamlet they had passed only a day ago, repaying the natives with a year's worth of wood for the entire population. She had stared at him with lascivious intentions the entire time he had worked shirtless while she entertained the natives that hopped around her in their own dance. Pressing her head into the bed roll while he bounced off her ass was hardly enough to muffle her sounds by the time the evening chill had sent the natives to their homes.

Now the music stopped as she stood at the top of the other side of the hill. The holographic violin hung from her hand by its rings. He had learned it was relatively solid as long as those rings held the neck. When he strode up beside her, they looked down on yet another human settlement. Humans had expanded further than he had thought.

Peering at his companion from the corner of his eye, he saw she was smiling. “They're having a festival!" She turned to him with that mischievous grin that made him happy to get into any sort of trouble with her. “I love festivals!"

She placed her violin back to her shoulder and headed down the hill, and like a leash, the music drew him after. As they emerged from the woods and made their way through the crop fields that ringed the town, he watched with hardly the ghost of a smile as people stopped in their tasks to stare with wide eyes at the odd couple that came into their town. A stoic, towering, black-eyed sentinel and his prancing, musical nymph. Truly no stranger could he imagine.

The sound of other musicians carried in the wind. She stepped so lightly through the crowd that hurriedly parted for him, following the music as her own song changed. By the time he rounded the corner to the town square after her, she had found the beat of the band and joined them effortlessly in their jaunty tune. Her steps and twirls were lissome and lively, flexing in ways that awed the masses.

More people approached, not all of them human. They clapped along and many began to dance with her. The band was gracious and accepted her input with enthusiasm. She never missed a beat, her skill far surpassing the humans. When the song ended, however, she stepped to the crowd's side– a good head taller than most– and placed the chinrest under her arm so that she could lead the applause. The musicians insisted on her joining their bows, and though she resisted a little, she succumbed to the cheers with well-practiced charm.

Kupper watched from the corner of a shop with the hint of an adoring smirk. Wary whispers around him made his face fall. That was how it always started. Next would be the dirty looks, the angry mutters, weapons being brandished. Eventually, the men would gather, goad him, taunt any woman that came near him. Things would get violent from there.

He felt the tension in his body, eyes darting about the crowd he towered over. None even reached his shoulders. Stepping deeper into the shadows, his thoughts wandered to how to avoid a mob in such a tight space.

An angelic face smiled lovingly up at him as a new song began. Lost in her eyes, all his thoughts and tension melted away. Zigz danced gracefully about him, and it drew him from the shadows without him even noticing. Winking at him with that grin that made his hearts thump, she moved along, engaging the crowd as she pranced from person to person.

Someone called him by his species. Head snapping to the side, a group of men fearlessly invited him to sit with them. A haze of smoke hung about them and one of the men held out a pipe for him. The distinct smell of roacus piqued his interest. It wasn't the first time he had ever been invited to smoke. In his centuries, he had found not all humans feared him and those who shared so freely were at least decent to speak to.

The men offered him a crate to sit, the only thing strong enough to hold his weight, introducing themselves as he returned the courtesy. With eager generosity, the men offered all he could want. Soon, that pleasant tingle spread through his mind.

“Your companion, she's quite the catch!" said the one who had called him over, watching her dance about.

“Indeed." Had it ever really been this much of a struggle not to smile?

“You two have probably lived centuries!"

“Many," he agreed.

“What brought you two out here?"

Pausing before he lit the pipe, Kupper turned his gaze to the human curiously. “Our feet."

The men burst into laughter as though he had meant it as a joke. He did not bother to correct them.

A supple presence beside him made his hearts flutter. Still in harmony with the band as she smiled down at him, her song suddenly changed for a moment, and he knew in the sweet, sensual notes that it was a melody just for him. Every nerve in his body hummed along, the tune sending flashes of warmth to every cell in his brain. Not until he was lighting the pipe for her did he even realize he had moved.

Kissing the tip of his nose, she danced away in a trail of smoke, returning to the song she had been playing with the band without the slightest error or hesitation. Lost in her cloud for a second, Kupper crashed back to earth when he realized all male eyes had turned to him. Generally when this happened, it was time for him to leave. This time, though, the eyes turned away and no one came to chase him out of town.

“Lucky devil!" exclaimed the man who had invited him over with a grin before calling for a serving maid to bring food and drink. Mere moments later, the table was covered with everything the festival had to offer.

Kupper hadn't realized how hungry he was. Before he was able to take a bite, though, once again his hearts fluttered to the lingering notes she held beside him. She leaned down, gazing into his eyes with adulation. He had but a blink to notice her impish sparkle before his fork was cleaned of the bite he had intended to enjoy.

An uproar of laughter resounded through the crowd as she again spun away. The men around him cheered, toasting him and his companion. He couldn't struggle with that smile forever. He simply did not have the strength. Perhaps, more accurately, he had lost the will to fight it.

As the evening approached, only a few retreated for the days of this world were too short for the humans. Colorful lanterns were lit all over the town. The band dismissed her, offering her a hefty pouch of coin and insisting that she take it.

Seated safely on Kupper's lap, she was offered all they had at the table as generously as he had been. They encouraged her to indulge as she wished, declaring she had earned it with her flawless skill, bringing that much more enjoyment to their party. Though the men smirked as she grew inebriated and watched her closely, they dared not get close to her imposing guard.

Nuzzling into his neck with playful nips that made it especially difficult for him to stay focused, she held him tight and purred sensually against him. Inhaling sharply, he glared at her without anger.

“Woman…" he growled with an equal lack of threat. The flirty little smile under her sultry lashes set him on fire. “If you don't stop," he warned like distant thunder, “I will fuck you here in front of all of them."

A warm shudder made bumps rise on her flesh under his fingers. Lowering his head with the intention of growling into her ear, she instead reached up to press her nose against his. Looking at him from under her gorgeous lashes, her sly little smile and soft purr challenged every ounce of his control. “You wouldn't dare."

When his eyes narrowed, a salacious growl rumbling in his chest, the other men quickly invited the two to join them at the inn and tavern for more drinks. Knowing why, Kupper did not refuse, willing the fire in him to wait until they were hurriedly offered a room in appreciation of her music and shooed off with a few bottles to enjoy in private.

Dragging his madly giggling captive into the room, he slammed the door and pressed her against it. She gasped, but his mouth took hers, his hands wasting no time in making her naked for him.

Melting against him, she moaned into his mouth and helped him as best as she could in her hazy state. Her delicate fingers sent lightning through his skin where they touched him, so warm under his shirt. Her hands struggled with his belt, but once his pants hit the floor, she whimpered and bit her lip, the same hunger in her eyes as he had watching her.

“I need you so bad," she pleaded, gripping his shaft and smearing his precum over the tip.

His breath sucked in as hard as he was, and his fingers tangled up in her fine strands, cupping the back of her head with a hand that could have crushed her. Leaning down to hover just above her face, he wrapped her up in his embrace, his hand sliding down her back to grab her ass, and squeezed her tight to his body. While she purred with the softness of a flirty kitten, his sultry answering rumble rolled through her whole body so close to him, as dark and velvety as the voids of his eyes. “Then you shall have me."

Her breath shuddered with the rest of her. The scent of her desire for him filled every space in his nose, his lungs, his brain. It danced through his thoughts and memories, making every nerve thrum with passion. His fingertips were drenched with it when he slipped them among the folds between her thighs, stealing the breath from her as though he intended to possess everything about her, even the air in her lungs.

Just as her knees began to buckle, he spun them towards the bed. She had no choice but to move with him, but she would not have resisted. Laid out on the bed before him, panting and flushed bright and rosy, every inch of her silky flesh yielded to his desires with a need of her own. Looming over her like a legend, he cupped the backs of her knees and took what he wanted of her with the intention of punishing her for every time she had made his hearts thump, for every jolt of electricity she sent through him, in the most exquisite torture that would guarentee she did it again and again.

Maybe he didn't know how to play any instruments, but he could draw from her the kinds of moans and screams that made the music they could hear from downstairs get turned up a few times. Ripping at the sheets under her, she arched for his bites and kisses, moaning his name in an erotic looping melody that he couldn't get enough of.

Making her eyes vanish into space once more, he joined her in a duet that made the floor rumble beneath his knees, and the music got turned up again. Panting hot and heavy together, their eyes met. Seeing her lips start to curl in the shared knowing of why, the laugh bubbled out of him to accompany her giggles.

Her warm fingers slipped over his sweat covered temples and through his thick, black hair. Holding his face close to her, she stared into the shimmering copper centers of his warm voids. “I love you, Kupper," she admitted between her breathless giggles.

Blinking, the words sent a surge of sensation through his brain that caused his whole body to freeze. The change in him caused a change in her. The smile faded quickly, her eyes turning away.

“S-Sorry. That just… I-I guess it's too early for that."

The panic in her now timid voice snapped him out of his trance. Shaking his head, he cupped her face, her eyes so wet now. “No. I love you, too, Zigz."

Was she happy? Was she sadder? He really couldn't tell. He really didn't like it. Where had that moment of bliss gone?

Her arms encircled his neck, pulling herself up to him so that he could not see her face. “I wish I could be with you forever."

Why did that murmur sound so wistful– so yearning? So close to tears….

Wrapped in his arms, he held her tight as though he could hope to stop her trembling with his strength. “Then you shall have me forever."

Her tremulous inhale and tightened grip did not inspire him with anything positive.

“Will you hold me?" It was not but a whisper, so thick with emotions he didn't understand.

Settling up onto the bed too small for them both, he found a way to make himself fit, holding her tight to his body. “I will hold you forever," he murmured with the gravel that churned in the pit of his hearts.

Maybe the morning would bring answers, when they were sober.

Stone cold sober, full of questions… and alone.