Legends of Belariath

Enirya

My birth, or so I was told, was during a glorious summer’s day. I’m sure there was little glorious about it, for my parents never wanted each other, nor me. Being of noble blood, there was much bittersweet rejoicing over my birth. Bittersweet, for my parent’s families had to pretend to like each other when they were both looking down on my crib. Keeping up appearances was something I learned early on during my childhood. Both my mother and father were diligent practitioners of this philosophy, so it did not shock me when I soon found out they both had affairs, and shipped me off to a school of magic for “study”. A nice way of getting rid of the daughter they did not want to bother with. It soon became clear I was to be a mage, and for many years I slaved away behind dusty tomes, learning what I had to, always a teacher behind my back watching if I was doing what my parents were paying for me to do, learn that is. Luckily magic at that time was my only escape from the dreadful life I was living, of course I seemed utterly happy each day, I was taught it was better to smile and cry inside than the other way around.

Ever since my birth had I known about my betrothed, some man I had never seen nor spoken to, whom my parents had engaged me to. When I hit adolescence though my life was changed drastically. Certain feelings and emotions were surfacing that I was taught were improper. Specifically, this all started when Katya became my new roommate. She was a pretty young elf maiden with a love for life and a lust for thrill. I quickly found myself become utterly enraptured by her. We would spend every waking moment together, be it studying, talking or just sitting around doing nothing. In time, I fell in love with her. I did not show it at all though, being a woman attracted to women was inexcusable, but Katya was too smart and knew me too well for me to hide behind appearances. One night she woke me, sitting naked on the edge of my bed. She told me she had been attracted to me for a long time, and wanted to know if I had ever had sex with anyone. I told her no, her only reply before kissing me deeply was “Then I’ll be gentle.”. At that time I thought I was making love with her, totally oblivious that it might be more lust than love, in retrospect, I really can’t say if it was either or both. We experimented constantly, exploring each other’s bodies, curiously and excitedly. I will never forget those moments of bliss we shared, but they were ripped from me far too soon, for Katya was called back to her parents for private tutoring as her study results were lacking at best. Soon I fell into depression and delved back into my books and tomes, oblivious to my surroundings, that is until I started noticing the other girls as I slowly got over losing my beloved Katya.

Oddly enough, I noticed I felt nothing towards the boys there, nothing at all but coldness and disgust, whereas the thought of some of the girls would make my pussy moist at night as I tossed and turned. Soon I was seducing my roommates as they came and went, in secret. This went on for many years until I was deemed to be of age and was released back into the world, my studies in seclusion finished as I started living in my very own villa on the edge of town. I still remember the beautiful garden I had at my home. The willows scattered about the ponds, a wide of assortment of fruit trees and exotic flowers adorning everything from marble benches to the picturesque fountain at the centre. Of course, my studies raged on, in my own private library with my new tutor, a fair elf woman with silvery hair. Over time we won each other’s mutual affection, and she taught me much of how to properly please a partner sexually. We made love more than studying, and she taught me the most intimate ways of pleasuring another woman. Filled with sorrow was the day that she was called back to teach another, replaced with a frigid old bat. So back to my studies I went, depressed but not showing it.

This charade went on for many, many years. I would also go out into the city and paint and sketch whatever caught my eye, being an artist became my new passion. Many banquets were held for my art, even though it wasn’t that good the fact that I had made it somehow placed great value on the works. My life slowly became shallow and hollow as my days turned to nothing more than polite social gatherings, magical studies and art. Passion ceased to exist in my heart, as did love. More frequently would I turn to my maids for sexual pleasure, the only thing left for me to free my mind, only to eventually discard them as I grew bored with them, my sexual toys and playmates. I even managed to stall my marriage for many years, even decades upon decades under the false pretence of needing to complete my long since completed magical studies.

Then one day the anvil dropped on my life, and I was in for a rude awakening. A friend of mine, also the reseller of my works, barged into my home a hot sweaty summers day as I was being pleasured by one of my maids, a sylvan elf girl. He figured as the porch door was unlocked I would not mind being disturbed, and so he found me and my life was turned upside down. The entire society seemed outraged by my actions, cheating on my betrothed, with a woman no less, and not just any woman, a maid, a sylvan elf even! Such was my shame that I locked myself in my house, not daring to come out and face the scorn and insults, unable to bear the disgrace. My parents shortly after disowned me, renounced my name, and I found myself utterly alone and unable to sustain myself in a city where everyone hated me. That day I took a few possessions, and fled, away where nobody would know me, or judge me.

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