​Once upon a time, when people had only just learned how to make metal tools, much of the large island off the coast of mainland Europe was covered in forest. The climate was temperate, and many different species of broadleaved trees flourished. The population of the hominid species we call Homo sapiens – although their treatment of the planet has been anything but wise – was a minute fraction of what it is today.

The people living in the country we call England mainly lived in small communities of around a hundred men, women and children from closely related families in a small cluster of huts in clearings in the forest or near to places where it was possible to ford the many rivers that criss-crossed the land. Living close to nature, and dependent upon the soil and the weather for their survival, they treated the natural world with respect, especially the trees, which they needed for fuel for their fires and as a source of building material. They only used fallen branches for firewood, and when it was necessary to fell a tree to make their huts, they would choose from those which were old and dying.

A separate but related species of hominids also populated the land. Small in number, they were secretive in nature but could occasionally be sighted as a shimmer of light, or a fleeting shadow. They were nature’s guardians, at one with the trees and the rivers and streams. We call them fairies, or pixies. They refer to themselves as elves. Their memory has come down to us in myths and legends, in children's storybooks, and in the imaginations of filmmakers. Of course, no one believes the stories, but very rarely they will seek out humans, and that is where this story begins.

Julie and Sylvia were old friends. They had met and become best friends at university and had been bridesmaids at each other’s weddings. There was nothing they didn't tell each other. They had even bought houses in the same village so they could stay close.

Looking at them, the first thing that would have struck the casual observer would have been the dramatic contrast in their appearance – Julie was tall and slim with small, neat breasts and long dark hair, whereas Sylvia was several inches shorter, a bubbly blonde with a curvaceous figure and full breasts. Despite this, they had much in common, and their friendship and taste in similar things had extended to husbands. Both had married older men who were well established and had a high work ethic, which sounds good if you don't care about being noticed after the honeymoon is over.

Like many young women, Julie and Sylvia looked after their figures, and apart from a daily workout at the gym and taking great care with their diet, they made the most of their natural attractiveness. It was nice to turn the heads of handsome young men, and a boost for their self-esteem. Nothing would come of it of course, and it was possible that their husbands might notice and pay them more attention.

Neither had children yet, and at 32 and 33, they were getting a little concerned, but with husbands that never were around or seemed uninterested in anything but work and golf, they were hesitant to even bring it up. Because what if this was all there was with their marriages? Would children bring them the happiness and changes in their boring lives that they so wanted?

They were still in the changing room, wrapped in towels, recovering from their exertions when Julie came out with the most outlandish story.

"An elf, you saw an elf? You can't be serious," Sylvia almost screamed at her friend. "Julie, what in the world are you talking about? That is absolutely nuts, saying you have seen an elf. Seriously, where did this come from?"

"I am telling you the truth, Sylvia. Do you think I expected to meet an elf? I mean, everyone knows that they are creatures of myth. But I saw one with my own eyes, and I can tell you I was completely gobsmacked. If I’d had a lot to drink last night, I might have put it down to an alcohol induced hallucination, but as you know, I don’t drink much, and I haven’t been eating any dodgy mushrooms either.”

“Are you sure that you didn’t put any of that cannabis we tried last year for fun in the stew – it looked pretty much like the herbs you use regularly?” Sylvia said, looking st her in utter disbelief.

“No, I’m absolutely sure. I did rub my eyes, but when I looked up, he was still there. You should have seen him, talk about drop-dead gorgeous, completely different from that waste of space of a husband I am lumbered with. All he thinks about is golf, although from the shape of him, you would think he spent more time in the club bar than out on the course, and when he is at home, all he does is slump in front of the tele watching Sky Sport."

At this point, it should be noted in the circumstances that the topic of their husbands regularly cropped up. Particularly their dissatisfaction. So, it was hardly surprising that the topic of sex regularly cropped up in their conversations, and they often shared the most intimate secrets.

As Julie put it that morning, "When he does want sex, all he does is paw my boobs for a few minutes before climbing on top of me – a few thrusts and it is all over, and then he just rolls over and goes to sleep. He hasn't given me a decent orgasm in years, and I have to finish myself off, while he snores away beside me. Thank goodness for my little friend."

"Tell me about it," Sylvia groaned. "Pete's even worse; it's ages since he even tried to make love. I get so frustrated. Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I answer the door to the postman wearing just a robe. You should see his face when it accidentally falls open to give him a quick flash of my boobs and pussy. I get so aroused that I have to go and masturbate as soon as the door is closed, imagining that he is watching me."

"Sylvia!" Julie exclaimed. "You are so naughty. I don't think I would be brave enough to do that."

"That's not all," Sylvia went on, "last week I went out into the garden to sunbathe when the man next door was cutting his lawn. I knew that he was watching me when his mower stopped, so I slipped off my bikini, and quite innocently started to apply suntan lotion, especially on my boobs and between my legs. I was so wet, and I nearly came there and then. He may be middle-aged and going grey, but he's not bad-looking, and he's been on his own since his wife passed away two years ago. You know, I'm seriously tempted to invite him round for coffee one morning soon. I will wear something provocative and revealing and make sure he gets a good look. Maybe I might even persuade him to fuck me; it would be so good to feel a nice cock inside me again, and I'm sure he must need a woman after being alone so long."

Julie was rather shocked by this. "Sylvia, you couldn't; you are married, even if Pete isn't very attentive. Think of your vows."

"It would serve him right," replied Sylvia, with a sigh, "and I bet he isn't so rude to his secretary. Perhaps he's having an affair with her, and that's why he isn't interested in me. But you're right, I did promise to love and honour him; it's just that I get so desperate."

Julie just sat in silence for several minutes, but suddenly said very quietly, "I've never been tempted to try another man, and up to now I have been satisfied with my vibrator, but I have started to wonder recently what it would be like with a woman. I mean, that wouldn't really be cheating, would it?" and she leaned forward and stroked Sylvia tenderly on the cheek.

"Alright then," Sylvia said, somewhat flustered, "convince me. Tell me all about this, erm .... elf .... of yours. How did you meet him? It's not as if they are very common about here, or I think I might have noticed, especially if they're as gorgeous as you say. It would be nice to be romanced by a handsome creature once in a while, dammit it would be nice just to be noticed – the only figures my hubby is interested in are the ones on a balance sheet."

Julie took a deep breath and said, "I knew you wouldn't believe me, but if you just listen, I will tell you how it happened. However, you must promise not to laugh; I'm absolutely serious, and this is not something I have made up."

Sylvia nodded and leaned forward attentively, so Julie continued with her story.

"It was a few days ago," she said. "It was such a nice spring day that I thought I would go for a walk in the woods behind our house. I just wandered without paying much attention to where I was going. Well, after about an hour I found myself in a little clearing at a junction of several paths in a part of the woods that I didn't recognise. The trees were much denser, blocking out the sky, and the paths were overgrown and quite difficult to make out. I realised I was lost, and I started to feel panicky. I knew that I couldn't stay there because it was obvious that few people came that way, but I couldn't even remember which path I had come down, and I had no idea which way to go. I then started to feel frightened and just sat down on a broken tree stump and burst into tears."

"Oh Julie, how terrible, what did you do?"

"This is the incredible bit," Julie continued, "I was sitting there with my head in my hands when I became aware of a sort of presence. One minute it wasn't there, and the next minute it was, and I felt a sort of calmness and peace. I looked round and saw this shadowy figure on the edge of the trees looking at me. Then he stepped out into full view, and although he was obviously a man, he wasn't like any man I had ever seen before. He was tall and slim, but in a muscular sort of way, and he moved with the gracefulness of an athlete. He had long blonde hair tied in a braid at the back, and his face was so beautiful, with piercing green eyes, oh, and the stories are right; he did have pointed ears, although only slightly so, a bit like Mr Spock."

"Are you sure it wasn’t a man dressed up to look like an elf? You know that those nature freaks do the strangest things. But go on, you obviously believe it was an elf," said Sylvia. "What happened next?"

"He was a person, not an it. Not a human being, but definitely a person.” Replied Julie. “He walked over to my side – more like glided, really – put a hand on my shoulder, and in a soft voice asked if he could help me. Oh, Sylvia, his voice was so soothing, like the sound of running water, or a gentle wind in the trees. I told him that I was lost and didn't know which way to go to get back home. But then I felt frightened again, but he told me not to worry; I was quite safe with him, and he would guide me back to the edge of the woods. 'But you don't know where I live,' I said, panicking again, but he laughed, and said that he had seen me many times in the woods, and knew exactly where my house was."

"He must have been one of the wardens," said Sylvia, in a practical sort of way.

"No," replied Julie, "he didn't look anything like the wardens. To start with he was dressed in a very strange costume, a sort of long tunic and robe in a leaf green fabric that shimmered as he moved. He told me all about himself as he led me back through the woods, holding my hand so that I wouldn't stumble on any fallen branches. He said that he was a wood elf, one of the guardians of the trees, and that his name was Lithonien. He moved so swiftly and gracefully, almost as if his feet didn't touch the ground, and in no time at all we were back in a part of the woods that I recognised. When we reached the edge of the trees, he lifted my hand and kissed it softly, before pushing me gently in the direction of my house. I looked back when I reached the gate, but he had vanished as quickly as he had appeared."

"Wow," exclaimed Sylvia, "that is some story. I wonder if there are more like him, perhaps I should get lost in the woods too. It would be interesting to meet an elf, and what a story I would have to tell my other friends over coffee. They would all be very envious." 

ooOOoo

A few weeks went by, and Julie had almost forgotten her encounter with the elf, when, one morning a couple of days before the end of June, she found a strange leaf-shaped envelope on the doormat with the morning newspaper. Curious, she opened it up to find a handwritten invitation in green ink on paler green paper.

Mrs Julie Barber and friend are cordially invited to join the elves of Greemwood to celebrate the summer solstice. Be at the edge of the trees at noon on the morning of the last day of the month you know as June. You will be returned home safely the following morning. Appropriate dress will be provided. Lithonien.

Julie immediately rang Sylvia. "Are you free on June 30th," she asked, without even stopping to pass the time of day. "I have been invited to an all-night party to celebrate Midsummer's Day, and I can bring a friend."

"What, where? You're on, of course, but what will we tell our husbands?" Sylvia exclaimed in a rush.

"You won't believe this, but you remember that elf I told you about? Well, he has invited us to join the elves of Greemwood to celebrate the summer solstice. And we can just tell Andy and Pete that we are having a girly stopover; we don't have to say where. They won't miss us for one night, and I'm sure that they can find something to do."

"What shall I wear," said Sylvia.

"We don't have to worry about that," Julie replied, "appropriate dress will be provided, whatever that means. All we have to do is be at the edge of the trees behind my house at 12 o'clock midday on June 30th."

"Mmm, that sounds very mysterious and exciting. I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'll see you there, byeee," said Sylvia, and hung up. 

ooOOoo

So it was that at precisely 12 noon, Julie and Sylvia were standing on the edge of the trees behind Julie's house, both somewhat nervous, but also excited about what might be going to happen to them.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, Lithonien was standing there, just inside the trees, and he beckoned to the two women to follow him. He was dressed somewhat differently than when he had appeared to Julie the first time, wearing a gown of a strange diaphanous material. As he walked before them, they realised that he was wearing nothing underneath the gown, and with every step they were treated to the gracefully muscular movements of his beautifully shaped bottom.

When they had gone a hundred yards or so, and were well hidden from sight, he turned to face them. Both women gasped at the specimen of masculinity that was revealed, for not only was the elf perfectly proportioned, with well-toned muscles, but he had a penis that was impressive even in its flaccid state, framed by a bush of silky blonde pubic hair.

"You may remove your clothes," the elf said, and, taking two bags the colour of tree bark from the crook of a tree, continued, "you will find robes in here. Your clothes will be quite safe and will still be here for you tomorrow morning."

Opening the bags, Julie and Sylvia found two gowns of a similar material to that the elf was wearing. While they were undressing, the elf courteously turned his back, which they both thought was very touching, given that very little would be left to the imagination once they had changed into the gowns. When they were ready, Lithonien took the bags and put them back in the crook of the tree, and so perfectly were they camouflaged that after a few seconds the two women could no longer see them, try as they might.

“While you are our guests in elf land,” Lithonien continued, “you have both been given elf names. Julie, you will be known as Luivor, which means blue bird in Sindarin, the common elven tongue, while you Sylvia are Caladhen.”

“What does that mean?” Sylvia asked.

“In the same tongue it means bright eyes, although in Quenya, the high elven tongue, you would be Hendusilma.”

“I think I prefer that; if you don’t mind, it sounds less ordinary somehow,” Sylvia replied.

"Hendusilma you shall be then. Now I'm sorry, ladies," Lithonien said gravely, "but I am going to have to blindfold you, but don't worry, I will take you by the hand so that you will be quite safe until we reach the place of the ceremony," and taking two strips of pale green silk-like material, he gently bound their eyes.

After about half an hour, Lithonien announced, "We have arrived, ladies, you may remove your blindfolds."

Once they had adjusted to the light, Julie and Sylvia were treated to an amazing sight. They were in a large clearing bathed in a pale green light, with many male and female elves dressed in similar gowns to the ones they were wearing. Both sexes were equally graceful, and as far as they could see, the male elves were all as well-endowed as Lithonien. They were surprised, however, that they all appeared to be about the same age, and when they questioned Lithonien, he told them that once elves had reached adulthood, they did not age like humans, despite living to a great age. When it was time for an elf to die, he added, they would just disappear into the woods, where their bodies would be absorbed back into the soil from which they came.

"But I don't see any children," Julie said, "aren't they allowed to take part in your ceremonies?"

Lithonien became very sad at this, and after a moment to collect himself, he answered her, "There have been no elf children for many decades, and within a century or so, there will be no elves left to tend to the trees."

"Why is that?" asked Sylvia, blunt and to the point as usual.

"It seems that the chemicals you humans have allowed to pollute the atmosphere have made all female elves infertile. We have heard about male elves in other parts who have taken a human female as a bride, and that they have successfully produced offspring. We have held many councils to discuss this and have decided that it is time to take drastic action, but you will find out more later. It will not be an unpleasant experience, I promise you, and I believe that the result will also satisfy your deepest needs."

Over the next few hours, many elves came to talk to Julie and Sylvia, who by then had grown accustomed to their near-nakedness. In fact, they found that it was very pleasing to be surrounded by beings of such great physical beauty. They were given strange but delicious drinks and little cakes that, despite their appearance, were very satisfying, so that they never felt any pangs of hunger, but neither did they feel overfull, unlike many of the parties they had been to with their human friends.

As darkness fell, little lanterns were lit in the trees, which bathed the clearing in a soft golden light. The elves then began to pair up, male and female, and seated themselves on the ground in a great circle surrounding a central area. Litnonien invited Julie to join him, and another elf, who introduced himself as Bellrauthien, took Sylvia by the hand and led her to a different part of the circle.

"This is the most serious and sacred part of the ceremony," Lithonien told Julie, "when we celebrate the fertility of the soil. Afterwards elf couples will disappear into the trees to continue their own celebrations in private, and I will be very honoured if you will agree to be my partner this night."

As he spoke, four elf maidens appeared from the trees and made their way into the centre of the circle. They were naked, and they began to dance in graceful movements, accompanied by the sound of instruments that sounded like flutes. As they wove their intricate patterns on the mossy turf, to her surprise, Julie found that she was growing erotically aroused, a sensation that she found very pleasurable.

After a while, the four females were joined by four males of extreme beauty and gracefulness, also naked. Julie was surprised to see that their penises were erect, which made her even more excited. She could feel a delicious tingling in her breasts and between her legs, which filled her whole body with gentle but exquisite sensations. The males then began to dance with the females, their limbs twining and untwining, in a dance that grew ever more frenzied. The climax came when the males embraced the females face to face and, lifting them up as if they were as light as a feather, entered them so that they became one flesh. What followed was too beautiful and sensual to be crudely described as fucking, but each couple moved in harmony until, accompanied by moans from the gathered elves, they reached orgasms of extreme rapture, crying out in their ecstasy.

While she was watching the dance, Julie had leaned back against Lithonien, who put his arm around her, and gently cupped her breast in his hand. She put her hand on his thigh, and could feel his penis, which was also by now fully erect, pressing against her forearm. She felt no alarm or guilt, although she realised that very soon, she would be coupling with him in the seclusion of the trees.

At the conclusion of the dance, the eight dancers sank to the ground, still coupled. The sacred mating over, Lithonien stood and took Julie by the hand. Lifting a lantern from the bough of a tree, he led her through the trees until they came to a small bower made of woven branches, carpeted in moss and leaves.

​Julie felt like she was in a dream, but her senses were so hypersensitive that everything that​ was happening was both dreamlike and yet acutely vivid at the same time. Lithonien took her in his arms and drew her to him and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. It was magical; there no other word for it. Julie just melted into his arms and returned his kiss with total surrender. In that moment, Julie felt that she had been made to be in his arms and to experience all that he could offer. Her nipples grew hard, and her breasts felt firmer and more ripe than they had ever been. Her skin was ultra-sensitive, and as he ran his hands down her shoulders to ease her gown off, she shivered with want and desire. 

He leaned back and smiled at her, but with such longing and need that she felt herself to be the most important woman in the world. Lithonien dropped his sheer garment, and both stood in their full natural beauty. Never had Julie felt so beautiful. She looked wonderingly over a male body that was the stuff of dreams. Running her hands down his chest, she went down on her knees to grasp his beautifully proportioned maleness, and reaching out to grasp his manhood with both hands, she brought the tip to her lips. Flicking her tongue out to taste the wet tip, she shivered with the beauty of this man. Running one hand back to lift and feel his balls, she started licking and sucking on him, while feeling the pulsing of her own womanhood. The size and feel and taste of him were utterly and sublimely exquisite. 

But Lithonien reached down after just a short while, raised her to her feet, then gently guided her to lie on her back on the soft moss. He started placing gentle kisses on her lips, then down her very sensitive neck, where his kisses caused lightning streaks of fire to spread throughout her entire body. Julie held his head and pushed him down to her breasts, where he put out his tongue and flicked it over her nipples, as his hands ran down her sides. He was kneeling between her legs and while he took considerable time to show her how much he adored her breasts, he continued his kisses as he moved down her body to her inner thighs. 

Julie was quivering, her labia were swollen and she was oozing juices, something that she hadn't experienced the entire time of her marriage and realised she had never before felt this level of need, of lust, of want. Placing his lips on her inner thighs, he gently kissed her and moved up to place his lips right on her opening. Julie moaned with such a guttural sound that she didn't recognise herself. Oh, this man - this elf - whatever he was - he was bringing her to a level of arousal that would kill her if he didn't do something to bring her release.

And he did, oh yes, he did. Taking each lip in his mouth, he gently licked and pulled and sucked while flicking his tongue inside her opening. Never had Julie moaned and whimpered and panted like this. Within a very short time, she had reached her peak, and hanging there in absolute agony, she mounted the crest and experienced a climax as none that she could ever have imagined could exist. Her vagina was clenching and flooding with lubricant, and she was trembling and shaking all over, as more and more orgasms flooded through her. Lithonien held her tenderly, giving her gentle kisses until she eased back down from the most exciting sexual experience of her life so far.

Then he started kissing her and running his hands over her nipples, cupping her breasts and easing his fingers down to her labia again, bringing her to an even higher pitch of desire and arousal. She couldn't imagine that after her first climax, she could be capable of rising to this level of need and want again so soon. He asked her if she was ready for him to enter her, and she could only whisper her acquiescence. He started to push against her slit, and with steady pressure he entered her without stopping, until he was buried deep inside. Julie was trying not to climax at his first thrust, but what he was doing to her was irresistible. She could feel him, and even though he was barely moving in and out of her vagina, his penis seemed to be moving inside her, touching places and doing things that were completely outside the world of humans. Pushing her pelvis up tight against him, she just fell into almost an out-of-body experience with the joy and total sexual completion he brought her. 

After what seemed like an hour of the most wonderful pleasure she had ever felt, she felt him tense and start to pump his seed deep into her womb. Lithonien's climax seemed to go on and on forever, and at this point she was happier and more fulfilled than she had ever been in her life. In her ecstasy, Julie looked down in wonderment at their united bodies, which seemed to glow with an ethereal light.

For a while, time seemed suspended, as elf and woman drifted as one in a state of unutterable bliss, floating in a place of colour and light beyond the ken of human imagination. But at length the moment of rapture passed, and they fell into a deep slumber, enfolded in each other's arms on the mossy ground. 

When she awoke, Julie became aware of a new feeling of utter peace and serenity filling her mind, and a sense of communion with nature, as if she was fully alive for the first time in her life. All around the woods were filled with the happy sound of birds, who seemed to her to be singing of their gladness at her newfound joy and completeness. Lithonien stirred beside her, and she turned and kissed him tenderly, murmuring her love and heartfelt thanks for the magical pleasure he had given her.

Gradually the elves returned to the clearing, and when they were all gathered, they sang a lilting song of praise to the morning, before melting away into the trees, some singly and others in small groups until only Lithonien and the two human women remained. Lithonien blindfolded Julie and Sylvia again, and, as he had promised, led them back to the place where their clothes were hidden.

When they had changed, and Julie and Sylvia were ready to return to their own world, they offered their gowns back to Lithonien, but he refused, saying that they could keep them as a memory of their night with the elves of Greemwood. "Keep them safe," he said, "they will neither decay nor fade as long as you continue to believe, but should you forget us, they will vanish without a trace."

As they made their farewells, Lithonien spoke once more, "May I suggest that you both have sexual relations with your human mates in the next few days. I would not wish you to suffer any distress as a result of this night."

Sylvia then turned, and leaving the trees, started to make her way back home, but Julie lingered, and giving the elf one last kiss, she whispered, "Will I ever see you again, my magical lover?"

"I will be watching you," he replied gravely, "and should you ever need me, I will be here just inside the trees, waiting for you," and with those words he turned away and was soon lost to her sight.

ooOOoo

A couple of weeks later, when they were sitting over coffee after their session at the gym, Sylvia was unable to contain her curiosity any longer and started to quiz Julie about her night with Lithonien. "Go on," she said in her normal blunt fashion, "tell me what he was like. Did he have a lovely big cock? And how often did he make you come?"

All that Julie would say, though, was that he was very beautiful and that it was wonderful, but however hard her friend pressed her, she would say no more.

Sylvia was much less reserved, however. "You remember that my elf lover was called Bellrauthien. Well, he told me that it meant 'strong as a lion' in our language, and he really lived up to his name, I can tell you. His cock was amazing; it wasn't much longer than Pete's, but it was much thicker, and all knobbly like a tree branch. When I felt it all hard next to me, I just had to feel it, and it made me so horny. I was so turned on that I couldn't wait until we were in the trees, so I just pushed him onto his back where we were and rode him for all I was worth. My God, it reached all sorts of places I didn't know existed, and I came so many times."

"And how are things with Pete?" Julie asked.

"Julie, that's the most amazing thing," Sylvia giggled. "Belrauthien and I didn't just fuck. He asked me all about my husband and my marriage, so I told him all about Pete, and his lack of interest in sex. And you know what, he suggested that I might be going about things entirely the wrong way. When I asked him what he meant, he said that Pete sounded like the sort of man who secretly wanted to be dominated."

Julie was intrigued by this, but knowing that Sylvia would tell her anyway, all she said was "Oh."

"When I got home," Sylvia continued, almost without pausing for breath, "I thought very hard about what he might mean. I went over in my mind what I knew about Pete's childhood, and suddenly it struck me. Pete came from a well-to-do upper middle-class family, and like many boys with a similar background, he had been brought up by a nanny, who I gather had been very strict, and used to beat him when he was naughty. I realised that I had been acting like a submissive little wife, when what Pete needed was someone to dominate him and tell him what to do. So that night, after dinner, when Pete was in the living room watching the 10 o'clock news, I went upstairs and changed into my old business suit, and a pair of sensible shoes, put on a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and rooted around in my wardrobe until I found my old riding crop."

Julie leaned forward. "Go on," she said, "what did you do next?"

"Well," Sylvia said, and giggled naughtily, "I went downstairs to the sitting room, switched off the TV, stood there tapping my thigh with my crop, and looking at him severely, told him that he had been neglecting his duties shamefully, and that, like all naughty boys, he needed to be punished. Oh Julia, you should have seen his face! And when I told him to bend over the chair and to pull his trousers and pants down, he could hardly move fast enough.

"Then I gave him a few hard strokes on his bottom, and would you believe it, all he did was groan and beg me for more. So, I gave him a few more strokes for good measure, and told him to unbutton his shirt, and to lie on his back on the floor with his legs apart. You should have seen him; his cock was rock hard and actually twitching, so I gave him a few little taps on his balls before hitching up my skirt, and pulling my panties to one side, rammed my cunt down on his cock.

"My god, Julia, I rode him so hard, pinching and twisting his nipples, and it wasn't long before he was cumming and cumming inside me – there was so much cum that it was running out of my cunt and down my thighs. Since then, he will do anything I ask if I promise to give him a good spanking, and I don't think I have ever had so many orgasms. You could say that it's a fucking miracle, and it's all down to that elf."

"I am so happy for you," Julia said, "it really sounds as if you have turned your marriage around, although I don't think it would work with my hubby. In fact, things haven't really changed for me at all, but I no longer care that much; I have my memories, and they are enough to carry me back to paradise every night."

Julie and Sylvia didn't talk much after that about their Midsummer escapade, but about six weeks later, Sylvia rang Julie.

"Julie," she said excitedly, "I've got the most wonderful news. I've just discovered that I'm pregnant, and the baby is due just before Easter."

Julie smiled. "Congratulations, Sylvia. I am so glad for you both, but I've got good news too. You won't believe it, but my doctor confirmed today that I am also pregnant, and my baby is due at the same time as yours. "

ooOOoo

The following spring, towards the end of March, Sylvia and Julie both delivered healthy babies within a few days of each other. Sylvia's was a little boy who looked exactly like his human father, but Julie had a beautiful baby girl, with green eyes, and just the slightest hint of pointed ears, although she didn't point this out to her husband.

Like all good fairy tales, you could say that they all lived happily ever after, but if you watched Julie very closely, you would occasionally catch her looking towards the woods with a wistful expression in her eyes, remembering perhaps the night she found love with an elf as his little blue bird.

There is another chapter to this story, but it belongs to Fern, which is what Julie called her daughter, and begins twenty years in the future.