The Nanoelf of the Roses
By
JL Kaye
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 JL Kaye
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Once upon a time a tiny nanoelf known as the Nanoelf of the Roses lived in a beautiful garden that grew only red roses. Even with large gossamer wings that hung from his shoulders to elfin toes that he clad in turned up boots, no one could see this nanoelf because of his small size. During the spring the little Nanoelf of the Roses, who lived inside the budding blooms of the flower he loved, selected one of the best roses as his home, and that gave him the cleanest and most fragrant place of all nanoelves.
Legend accorded to nanoelves sensibilities uncommon in other woodland creatures like the larger elves and fairies. Though possessing a miniscule stature that made them much smaller than others in gardens and forests, male nanoelves possessed extraordinary powers and an insatiable appetite for intimate contact with females of almost any kind. Their desire to be of service even expanded out to embrace, most frequently, humans. Thus, many young women who knew of the nanoelves wanted to reap the benefits of the wonderful gifts that elders in the village said these tiny creatures bestowed. Perhaps this reputation resulted from rumors spread by ladies who exposed themselves to male nanoelves and fondly attributed to the little fellows the onset of a series of extraordinary sexual experiences.
Living as he did among these beautiful flowers, the Nanoelf of the Roses graced many more of the fair gender than his fellow nanoelves in other flower fields. With enterprise, this nanoelf selectively discharged his most delicious responsibilities, paying close attention to those who entered his hallowed garden and bore a special mark tucked away within their inner-most places: the sign of the pink-on-pink rose.
Every day the Nanoelf of the Roses flitted from red rose to red rose, gamboling in the abundant sunshine as he delighted in the wonders of his natural world and waited for the arrival of a candidate for his touch. Sometimes he hitched a ride on a butterfly to visit other gardens, always returning to his home in that perfect rose for a night of delicious and contented sleep and where he awakened refreshed the next day to seek out, in particular, clients with that sacred and well-hidden sign.
Those who knew said that affected women, once kissed in that most delicate of all female places by a nanoelf, changed forever as they attained the eternal glow of a new mother, the passions of a bride for marital adventure, the discerning nature of a queen and an insatiable desire for more of whatever came over them.
The Nanoelf of the Roses’ garden sat in the lea of a large mountain, sheltering his flower fields from the cold winds that late in the year came in from a far-away ocean, and that expanded the months when his flowers bloomed. Many a young lady from town used the lengthened season to roam up and down the rows of delicious blooms, sampling their fragrance, dreaming of the day when she would find the handsome young man of her choice. The very nature of their desires changed after that one and only one visit to the Nanoelf of the Roses; consequently, these ladies who, unbeknownst to themselves, had the sign of the pink-on-pink rose became enchanted when secretly kissed by this nanoelf in that way only he practiced. Thus, when they returned home later that very day, they felt the change and knew immediately they had attained a heightened sense of their own sensuality and so had more fully charged desires for all that their new view of intimacy brought to them.
The young men of the village, of course, had no way of knowing which fair maiden bore the sign of the pink-on-pink rose, much less when the nanoelf anointed them. And so they blundered in and out of contact with the young women, unaware of those the nanoelf so graced and those he didn’t.
On a warm sunny day, Hillary Skye, one of the fairest of the fair in the entire village, ventured down the lane leading from the home she shared with her brother and, on seeing the profusion of red roses opened in regal splendor in the nanoelf’s garden, stopped as she always did to admire the blooms. Captivated by aromas that emanated from the garden, she wandered in among the long leafy stems, tarrying at several to inhale the rich scents. As she slowly made her way into the heart of the garden, she neared the rose where the nanoelf made his home. His rose exuded the most wonderful scent ever and Hillary lingered longer there, thinking fondly of the fine young man, William Arthur, whom she loved more than anything else.
Because William worked for her brother, Tiberius, a stern taskmaster with a dark heart, Hillary had to damp the flames of her affection for the young man. The brother, Hillary’s sole support, resented William’s charm and good looks; and the foul tempered man forbade them to see each other, forcing these two lovers to meet at odd hours of the day and night. So, as lovers often do, they secretly met when opportunities presented themselves. Occasionally, Tiberius dispatched William on errands, who in turn sent messenger pigeons to his beloved suggesting they take the same path, which they did, talking and holding hands until they had to part. When Tiberius left town on business, they spent more time together reading from tracts written by fashionable poets. Both of them longed for the day when Tiberius’ heart would soften and he would reward their circumspection and chastity with William’s request for Hillary’s hand in marriage.
Sensing the presence of a young woman nearby, the Nanoelf of the Roses peered out from between the folds of the glorious flower that he made his home. Hillary looked lovelier that day than on any of the others when she graced his garden. The little spec of a heart inside the nanoelf soared out to her so loudly he thought it might awaken the creatures that slept in the soil beneath the roses.
“Hillary. She’s the loveliest ever,” he said in a silent whisper that died on the soft summer breeze. “This day I must determine if she has the sign of the pink-on-pink rose.”
Pushing away from the delicate petal where he stood, the nanoelf lifted off the rose on gossamer wings and fluttered toward Hillary, seeing even from a distance the flush of red that suffused her cheeks. In an instant, he wanted to go well within to find the sign in Hillary, though secretly he didn’t care whether she had the sacred symbol that opened the door to requited passion waiting for him deep within her nether-region or not. The Nanoelf of the Roses had to go there no matter what; and no one in that moment could talk him out of his mission much less deter him from pursuing the desire even if it might end in failure.
Through the air he flew, sometimes riding a puff of air, other times beating his wings as hard as he could to be with Hillary. Unknowingly, she made it harder for him to reach her by moving from one rose to another while she lingered in the garden and waited for William to appear on his return from the neighboring village. At a particularly vibrant rose the nanoelf himself selected days before to be his home for the evening, she stopped and hovered there with its graceful stem in one hand and the bloom cupped in her other, a long enough time for the wee fellow to catch up with her. With a sigh, the Nanoelf of the Roses rested on one of her delicate feet to catch his breath before continuing his journey that would take him up through the folds of her skirt.
With each deep and satisfying breath, the nanoelf drew closer to the gate that led to where he prayed she had the sign. Her fragrance exceeded that of the finest rose in the garden, so much so that the nanoelf thought he might faint from the intoxicating aroma. Nearing the tight weave of the barrier garment that she wore, he slowed his ascent, hoping with every fiber of his being that Hillary remained where she stood, her legs slightly parted, enough to grant him access to the wonders she possessed and that eventually William would experience.
She shifted her weight. “Damnit, lady!” He caught himself before more utterances escaped, and thought, instead: Please, dear one, stay as you are. He came to rest on the hem that rode up between the upper reaches of her thigh and the margin of her labia. Climbing among the pliant follicles that formed a warm golden nest in that most tender of a woman’s places, he stood on a wispy strand that crossed in front of the port of access and prayed again that his journey, like that of William some day, resulted in what he hoped for.
With trepidation and his heart beating ever so loudly, the nanoelf slipped into the crease and flapped his wings once more and rose up and inside Hillary slowing until his eyes grew more accustomed to the sweet darkness around him. Within some of the young maidens from the village, the nanoelf felt confined when on his mission, with others he thought he might find a companion somewhere in there, though it mattered not in either instance. The powers that followed for each woman after he graced them were there for all who had the sign of the pink-on-pink rose.
For most who had it, the sign rested near the entrance, easy to see even in the dimmest of light. At first, however, when he entered Hillary’s warm and moist place, he didn’t see the sign; and, with that realization, disappointment welled up inside the wee creature.
But then he saw the faintest outline of a blooming rose higher within Hillary and he spread his wings wide and pushed himself up and in further than he ever flew on a similar endeavor. There, buried within the warm folds he saw it, glowing, a beacon that drew him into the upper most reaches she had. The nanoelf slowed the beating of his wings to avoid creating any wind that might disturb her. He edged closer, more intoxicated than he ever felt when inside other maidens or, occasionally, their elder counterparts.
Great God in heaven, she is the sweetest of the sweet, he told himself.
Then, just as the Nanoelf of the Roses puckered up to kiss the tightly formed petals of the barely visible sign of the pink-on-pink rose, she moved, throwing him off balance. She moved again and his vector changed from heading upward to more of a sideways motion.
“Lady be still, please!” Ah, now she’s sitting. This has happened before. When they sit with their legs crossed, they could trap me here. If only Hillary will sit cross-legged. Then I can finish my job and be gone, leaving her to …
She moved again and seemed to settle into one final position. Behind him from whence he came the nanoelf detected a sliver of light that illuminated the often tightly closed opening.
Fair Hillary. You are sitting cross-legged on the ground and your skirt is at your knees. How propitious for me. Propitious indeed!
Though the change in angle shifted the place where the sign remained, the added light beckoned him ever more clearly. With wings and heart beating as one, the nanoelf moved closer and closer, hoping she stayed in that one place until he completed his chore. Then he did it. He kissed her long and lovingly at the spot where the inner rose shone the brightest. The nanoelf and Hillary, as one, sighed.
But to complete the effect and make it lifelong, he had one more task before him. I must embrace with my wings her kernel of pleasure that presents itself at the margin of her opening and, when I’m done, she will enjoy the ministrations of even the most inept lover to her tender places I have anointed this day.
He wanted to linger in the warmth of her most loving place but sensed time ran against him and that at any moment her suitor William might chance upon her prematurely and destroy the spell before the nanoelf completed his task. Following the glow of light, he flew with determination to the place of entry and then out and onto the fabric that matted her golden hairs against her flesh. The spot he needed to reach rose above him, rising and falling with each breath she took; clutching the fragrant red rose to her bosom, the deep inhales accentuated the motion.
He fluttered in an out and around the wispy hairs until he reached the final place for him to finish his good deed for that day and, with barely enough energy left, service that quintessential woman. When at last he hovered over the delicate spot, he caressed her with both wings and blew a kiss to the very sweet tip. And then he backed off, spent but satisfied that once again he gave the most deserving who possessed the sign of the pink-on-pink rose the eternal gift of sensual pleasure.
Once rested after many minutes tucked in among the alternating strands of hair and fabric, the little nanoelf flew out between the fibers of cloth, down along her slender legs and on toward her delicate feet. Atop the tiny buckle that decorated her shoe, he rested again, basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. He noticed that she stretched her legs out well after he completed the labors before. Together, he and Hillary looked skyward, and she had a placid expression on her face.
When he restored enough of his energy, the Nanoelf of the Roses flew up to a nearby bloom and nestled inside to see if these ministrations had an effect that day. Hillary, in turn, waited in the one position a seemingly long time before her reverie ended with the sound of a masculine voice calling her name. With a languid sigh she said: “My William, dear sweet William, arrives as the tingle of anticipation inside me grows ever stronger.”
The Nanoelf of the Roses knew in that instant he succeeded, and that inevitably an act of consummation neared, and that it could happen right there in front of him. “Man I love this job! Especially when I get to see the joy of it unfold for all of us!”
With eyes riveted on Hillary, he watched her stand and brush leaves and dirt from her peasant-style skirt, adjust her bodice, and pat a few wayward hairs in place. William called again from the roadway nearby and she answered him: “Here, dear sweet William. You’re early.”
“Lovely dear Hillary Skye, I finished your brother’s tasks ahead of schedule and hurried back as fast as I could to be with you.”
As she moved toward William, and William, too, closed the distance between them, the nanoelf hop scotched across the tops of roses, alighting on one and then another to stay near the young lovers. They connected at a corner of the garden where the owner placed a large bench. Setting Hillary on the wooden surface, William bowed before her and held her hands and gazed into her eyes. Positioned thus, they talked for several minutes, which allowed the nanoelf to move closer and listen to the words they spoke to each other.
As always, the lovers maintained their proper poses for the sake of discretion. But deep inside both of them burned intense passions to move beyond the handholding they presented to those who might chance by their private place. Sensing a change had taken place in his beloved, William locked his eyes on her longer than at any time before. Hillary felt a new sensation of wanting rise up from the deepest places within her. She leaned forward, the top of her dress opening slightly to reveal more of her soft white breasts to William. Perceptively, she tightened her grip on his hand. He followed by placing his other hand on top of hers.
Hillary tilted her head to one side and smiled before bending over to kiss the top of William’s fair head where she stopped to breathe deep within his golden locks. The move placed her breasts closer still to him and she felt the soft puffs of his breath dance lightly across the dual arcs of her skin. Deep down inside, where the nanoelf toiled earlier on his mission of love, a mission she knew nothing about but now sensed the fruits of his work, the warm sweet dew formed as it always did when she yearned for William to caress her in the way she always dreamed of.
Raising his head, William looked lovingly into her eyes. The nanoelf saw the charge of passion flow between them; the tension increased as each appeared to weigh the consequences of probity against the rewards of letting themselves go. The nanoelf drooled in anticipation, because after conducting his clandestine chores into the most private of all places for the women of the village, he enjoyed those moments as a voyeur to watch the fruits of his labors. If the nanoelf had the power, he would prod them closer until nary an inch separated them.
“Do her, you fool. She wants you. She’s yours now!” Exclaimed the Nanoelf of the Roses.
The moment of requited passion when lust changed to love approached. The nanoelf knew it; the humans did, too. It remained for one to make the first move. William and Hillary also knew that the conventions of propriety of the day required William to initiate the next action. He did, not waiting for Hillary. Placing his hands on her shoulders, William pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck, tentatively at first, nibbling lightly on her ears, which sent a tingling sensation through her body. Hillary’s rapturous sigh thrilled the nanoelf who clapped vigorously. William’s tongue followed the twin cords down the back of her neck and onto her shoulders. His hands found hers. The move pressed her face into the open space of his leather jerkin and she smelled the strong musky aroma of a man.
Freeing her hands from his, Hillary turned her head away from him. Immediately, the nanoelf spotted it as her last attempt to appear demure. Many a maiden on the path to great pleasure did the same in those final moments.
William swept his cloak off his shoulders and spread it on the ground. Without a word, much less a murmur, Hillary slipped off the bench and onto the cloak. William followed her. They paused, seemingly in a moment of indecision. She stared at the growing lump of manhood in his breeches.
The nanoelf prayed she wanted to reach out and touch William there.
She did.
Kneeling before her, William unbuttoned his breeches and unleashed his penis, which plunged into the late afternoon air, erect, firm, full of blood.
The nanoelf, his hands clasped, whispered: “Kiss it, Hillary. Kiss it.”
Hillary did, and then she took as much of it as she could deeper in along her tongue and then out again, admiring how it glowed in the sun.
Though still on his knees, he pressed her back onto the cloak, keeping his penis there in front of her, supporting her head as she suckled him. When fully stretched out, he extracted his penis, and her tongue lolled out like a baby that wanted more of the tender breast that fed it. William slid his hand under the frilled edge of her skirt and stroked the inside of her legs, reveling in softer warmth the higher his fingers drifted.
The nanoelf, having visited that wondrous part of Hillary a scant hour earlier, knew what awaited William: the fragrant spot where the sign of the pink-on-pink rose resided. The nanoelf wet the petals of the flower in anticipation.
William’s fingers found the damp fabric that marked the end of his journey.
Hillary sighed in contentment, saying: “William, I’m yours. Be gentle but be bold my love.”
“I may hurt you,” he replied.
“Tarry not. If there is to be pain, it’ll be alright. I want us united as one.”
William nodded and slipped the cloth away from her most feminine of places, pulling her skirt up to expose all to daylight. Rapture over took him seeing the fair spot of desire marked by a fine thatch of golden hair.
Hillary untied the threads that held the bodice and let her breasts emerge, her nipples a shining pink.
The nanoelf gasped: “They are pinker than the pinkest rose. Oh what a delight. Perfect symmetry to each. William, I envy you. Go forth and do your best deed, William. This is the ripest of times.”
William hesitated.
Hillary and the nanoelf asked as one: “Is there something wrong?”
William shook his head. “I’m admiring the most beautiful site in the land and want to burn this image into my mind so that I might have a vivid memory on my travels.”