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(Chapter Five: The Elvish Prince Awakens)
“Belle?” he whispers.
Startled, she yanks her hand away before gawking down at him as he looks back up at her with a curious expression.
They keep watching each other for an eerily quiet moment.
Belle’s eyes start shifting around as she attempts to find something to say.
“I-I! I just came in to. To—”
Darn it! I can’t come up with anything!
Sersel smiles.
“Belle. You can be honest with me. Your secret’s safe with me, I promise,” he says.
Belle stares at him, not fully believing his words.
Then finally, she looks away before sighing.
“I came to ‘borrow’ your book,” she mumbles.
Her eyes timidly drift back to him before she waits to see what he’s going to say or do, in response.
Incredulous laughter bursts from his lips.
“I guess you didn’t believe me when I said you can be honest with me! Surely, you didn’t come in here just to ‘borrow’ my book!” he teases.
She throws her arms into a knot over her buxom bosom which is held in by her cottony, light pink and luxuriously flowing robe.
Sersel’s eyes grow alarmed at her frustrated response.
She huffs.
“Why don’t you believe me! Do you think I’m not smart enough to read it or something!”
His eyes remain frozen on her, for a time.
An amused grin drifts onto his face as his eyes twinkle.
Belle shivers as she also becomes stunned by how glorious his smile is.
He lightly chuckles and then her widened eyes follow his bare, godlike frame as he moves to his feet before her.
Her breath is captured by how imposing he is when he’s standing.
His presence makes her feel like a little girl and a mere mortal before a magnificent deity, at the same time.
Without thinking, her eyes float down to his impressively engorged lower half.
She feels her cheeks blazing like the sun while her astonished eyes, struggle to peel away from him.
But then she does finally manage to yank her eyes away and they shoot back up, only to meet his shiver evoking, heavy-lidded gaze that’s further dancing with the candlelight, illuminating the room.
He hugs the side of her face with his hand and a warm shudder pools through her being.
“Don’t worry. I believe you. And I think you’re the smartest woman I’ve ever known—not to mention the most beautiful,” he delicately says.
Belle’s heart flutters at his words before her eyes fall and a delighted smirk melts onto her face while her eyes sparkle with her childlike giddiness.
“You’re just saying that to get on my good side,” she says.
His fingers lift her chin and once her eyes rise, again, they become hopelessly intertwined with his.
“No. I mean every word. Let me show you.”
Belle’s heart becomes like a rushing, roaring river as his mouth begins to drift towards hers.
Then her body transforms into a million fireworks as his lips plunge into hers.
As he worships and bathes her mouth with his own, she realizes that his kiss is even more devastating and spectacular than the memories she has of it.
With every suckle, more and more of who she was in her former life, is chiseled away.
The time comes when his hand is holding the back of her head as it plunges into the plush pillow beneath it.
He keeps washing and smothering her lips with his. It’s all so tender and consumed by his suppressed longing.
Belle hears herself moan as he starts massaging one of her large breasts and playing with her stiffened nipple while his mouth starts exploring other parts of her.
After his hand travels down underneath them, Belle starts feeling like a fireball.
She didn’t know that was hiding inside of her.
She’s astonished by how much like magic his fingers are.
But then he unwraps another new experience that’s even more mind-blowing than the ones before it.
His head dips beneath her waves before his mouth starts playing her like a violin and in turn, she starts to sing like one.
He takes her to places and causes her body and vocal cords, to do things she never knew they could.
Once she’s had her second encounter with heaven, he drifts over her before filling her cup, until it’s overflowing.
She feels all his power, his glory and his yearning inside of her.
She feels like she’s being split open at first but that’s gradually replaced by pure, brilliant ecstasy.
But even if it hadn’t, just being so close to such an otherworldly being, feeling his sweaty hardness against her trembling softness, is thrilling enough.
He eventually plunges back into her one last time and her mouth stretches open into a mirror shattering wail as her nails dig into the muscles of his mountainous back.
Then he transforms her river into an ocean as his brutal cry chases her still whimpering and creaking voice.
~*~*~
As Belle now lies asleep in the same bed Sersel just got through making love to her in, he observes her, utterly mesmerized while stroking her brunette hair.
She’s just as splendid as the first time he laid eyes on her.
It’s a moment that will, forever, remain in his heart and mind.
She was a few years younger than she is, now and she was in a meadow picking flowers, near the forest.
He remembers how he couldn’t take his eyes off her as he lingered in a concealed place behind a very patient and kind, tree.
It was Belle who caused him to place his engagement at the time, to a gorgeous, elvish princess on permanent hold.
From that time forward, day after day, he would steal moments to follow her and secretly watch her.
Even his bruised pride and immense shame at having fallen in love with a female human, couldn’t suspend his longing for and enchantment with her.
Then one day, she was strolling down a forest path with her nose buried in an enthralling book.
He was stalking her like usual.
But this time, he slipped up by stepping on some very crunchy leaves.
She heard it and her eyes flashed in the direction of the sound.
She caught sight of him just as he was swinging back behind a tree.
With his back to a peevish, complaining tree, his heart never raced so fast in his very long life as his supernaturally sensitive ears, awaited the sound of her feet walking away.
But it never came.
Instead, he heard her sweet voice.
“You can come out. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
He found it charming that she thought he was worried that she’d hurt him.
He hesitated at first before deciding to take a chance.
He saw the awestruck look in her eyes as he inched his way from behind the tree.
After staring at him, she carefully spoke up.
“Are you an elf?” she said.
He smiled at her.
“It’s the ears that gave me away, isn’t it?”
She started looking panicked before her hands flew up.
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean anything by that! Yes, it is the ears. But it’s also your hair and your whimsical clothes and that you’re so—”
Her gaze wilted as if she was too embarrassed and shy, to say what she was about to say.
The corners of his lips expanded.
“Strange?” he chirped, finishing her sentence.
Her eyes coquettishly rose to him as she held her hands behind her back.
Then her long lashes fell, again.
“No—beautiful.”
A weight lifted from his shoulders as he heard that word.
At least the female he’d been stalking like a crazed maniac for some time now, didn’t find him utterly repulsive to look upon.
If she knew he’d been following her, she’d definitely find him detestable, however.
But downright hideous? Not so much—wipes sweat from brow.
He lowered his eyes while feeling more bashful than he ever had before.
The truth is, he’d never even felt ‘bashful’ at all.
What did that word even mean?
His cheeks also grew hotter as he realized he was holding his hands behind his back, just like her.
What the heck had gotten into him?
“Thank you,” he finally said.
He kept his eyes away from hers as he scratched the back of his head.
“So. May I ask for your name?”
He already knew her name because he’d heard her father calling for her by it, many times. But he didn’t want to alarm her, too much.
“Belle,” she chirped.
“What’s yours?”
He gazed up at her.
“Sersel,” he told her.
“Your name is very beautiful by the way,” he suavely concluded.
She smiled while looking down, again.
“Thank you. Likewise,” she replied.
He remembered the book she was holding while she was strolling down the path which is now being held behind her.
“So, I saw that you love reading. I am fond of reading, myself. What is your book about?”
Belle revealed a delighted, telling smile.
“It’s about elves.”
Her gaze plummeted as she bit her lip.
“If you’d like, I could read some of it to you,” she suggested.
His heart leaped with elation and excitement. He never dreamed he’d EVER get to experience such a stupendous opportunity, to be closer to his Belle.
He could also listen to her wonderful, sweet voice for all of eternity.
They ended up finding a large tree stump in the woods and then as they both sat on it, she enthusiastically read to him as he contentedly and indulgently listened.
This became a regular activity for them.
He’d make sure to appear to her in a place where nobody was, like in the meadow she’d go to daily to pick her basket of flowers.
Then when summer was reaching its peak, as they sat in the grass while surrounded by more grass, blooms and happy butterflies and bees, he surprised her with an invitation to his castle.
He’d made sure to conceal his high status and wealth from her, up until that point.
He found her astonished response and disbelief that he had a castle and was a wealthy, elvish sorcerer and Prince, amusing and somewhat confusing.
But his confusion was cleared when she told him that she was just a poor, human girl from a provincial town who didn’t feel like she deserved the company of such a young, powerful and handsome ‘man.’
He inwardly chuckled at her description of him as a ‘man.’
Then he lightheartedly told her that he actually wasn’t young by human measurements.
“I’m two-thousand, one-hundred years old. I’m a very old geezer, by human standards,” he told her.
Her jaw dropped.
“What is that in human years?” she breathed out.
“Twenty-one,” he told her.
She gave him a playful look.
“So, then I was right. You are young.”
He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling.
“Yes. If you think so, then I guess I am. So how old are you?” he joked, “In human years.”
“I’m fifteen,” she sung like a child proudly pronouncing that they found the biggest, most awesome beetle, ever.
His eyes became like stars in the night sky as he leaned in.
“Mmm, you’re so adorable,” he said.
He got her to giggle.
Once they arrived outside of where his castle was supposed to be and in a field of grass, her brows crinkled when she saw that there wasn’t anything there.
Then he lifted his arm and made a circular movement with it and his hand, against the air.
What looked like an enormous chunk of land that had been ripped from the Earth, materialized as it floated in the sky.
Belle looked awestricken.
After they reappeared, she looked like she’d seen the sun bursting.
His castle seemed to have been made of a reddish-brown stone with gold flecks in it.
It also had phantasmic, swirling peaks and vines with glowing, glittering, purple blooms were spun like webs, over the entire surface of it.
He eventually gave her a personal tour of the inside of his home and told her that she was welcome to visit, anytime she pleased.
He gave her a necklace with an enchanted amulet that could whisk her inside of his home, with just a thought.
He was taking a great risk in bestowing her with that level of trust but thankfully, she respected its power and guarded it with her life, as he’d requested.
At first, whenever she was there, Sersel would simply try to entertain her in as many ways as he could imagine.
He knew that she loved reading books about romance and fantastical adventures.
So, he used his magic to create a grand library, full of enough books to titillate and engage her mind, for a couple lifetimes.
He would never forget the bedazzled light that ignited within her eyes as she beheld all the books, manifesting before her from nothing.
He’d never felt so exhilarated from pleasing someone.
He allowed her to watch him as he worked with magic in his sorcerer’s chamber while creating enchanted serums and other things for both his wealthy and less wealthy clients, across the elvish lands.
She even learned many things about sorcery from him.
The time came when he anointed her his apprentice and started sweeping her away on adventures with him to complete sorcerer related tasks for those who sought his services.
It was like a dream come true for her as she’d always rhapsodized about her dreams to go on fantastic adventures that would make her forget all about her humdrum existence, in her small town.
He indeed, did make her forget about that.
He also made her forget about all her other many suitors.
These included a strapping, young hunter named Gaston who Sersel felt was also a narcissistic, obnoxious, meathead who’d already been pursuing Belle by the time Sersel came face to face with her.
God! How he abhorred him.
Every time Sersel was spying on Belle and caught him pestering her, a racking urge would overtake him to use his magic to turn him into the humongous fly that he was.
But he would somehow acquire the strength to resist. Just barely.
Gaston was never a match for him, anyway.
However, what he could’ve never foresaw, was the day his arch-nemesis, another formidable, elvish sorcerer named Vardu-el, captured Belle and proclaimed in a scroll to Sersel that he didn’t deserve her and that he intended to keep her for himself.
All-at-once, all Sersel’s long harbored, greatest fears, came heavily crashing down upon him like an impenetrably high wall of ocean waves.
Another thing that slammed into him was his guilt and shame, over having fell in love with a human in the first place and then courted her, after that.
These feelings had haunted him since the first day he’d laid eyes on Belle.
He just couldn’t abandon these feelings where they’d first developed, as he should’ve.
No. Instead, he kept plunging and thrusting deeper into the boundaries between Belle and himself.
It eventually led to him delving into worlds, that elves were universally condemned from traveling into with humans.
The fact that he’d ached and pined and spilled his insides out for her, for so long was shameful enough.
But then he started losing himself and drowning in the taste and feeling of her lips and mouth.
His hands started exploring her, any chance he got.
Then he could take the physical anguish no longer and he let her suck and swallow him, as if he were fruit.
his mouth also became intimately acquainted with the hidden, pouring parts of her which spurred his aching need and then the cycle continued.
The only thing he refused to do was to make her his own.
She was too precious to him for him to tarnish her, in that way.
After he kicked Varduel’s rump to the farthest reaches of the elvish lands and rescued Belle, on that day he was forced to make the most agonizing decision he’d ever been confronted with.
Belle begged and begged him not to do it.
She wept to him about how much she’d come to realize that she loved him and didn’t want anyone else but him.
But he couldn’t bring himself to keep her around, knowing that he could be risking her very life from more danger that was sure to come.
Defeating Varduel was anything but easy and who knows? Someone much more powerful than him could come along and then—
He cried, bitterly as did she, as with the wave of his trembling hand, his wavy, sparkling blue energy wiped away all her memories of him before sending her back to her personal hell in the dismal, small town she despised with all of her being.
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