I like robots a little too much

“This was a horrible idea.”

For winter breaks, you and your family would head to a home you had in the snowy forests. Not far from civilization but far enough for quietude, it’s a good mix of lively and serene, if those two words could even coexist in one sentence. This home’s been in your family for a good while, since your great grandmother, and has since been given sanction for any needed remodeling. Nobody really liked the prospect of losing this place to the elements.

Hell, even your grandfather said, “If we so rich, dadgummit we are gonna make this house actually bearable.

So why are you here, trodding off into these dark woods with only your flashlight?

Well, your little sister was playing ball with you, and said ball bounced into the woods. Never having seen it land within sight, you told her to wait at the house. Putting on your warmest clothes and grabbing a flashlight, you assured her and your parents you’d be back soon with the toy. Though mom protested, saying that it would be dark soon, you told her it wouldn’t take long, and you’d be perfectly fine.

Now something interesting about these woods that nobody really talks about around the dinner table: People would report strange things happening deep within. There’s been talk over the years - Lord knows how many - of people going missing, returning with strange conditions or the immediate healing of a sickness. Here is where your aunt told you a tale of her husband, your uncle, heading in there with only a shotgun and his cane: an addition to his life with thanks to bullets in his hip. After hours of her waiting for him, he showed up at eleven, buck over his shoulders, no cane to be seen and his body seeming as though it’d never been injured.

When she checked, the surgery scars were gone, just as with any evidence of that crossfire even happening. She claims not to know what he was talking about when she demanded an explanation, saying he was making the most whimsical, outlandish stories she’d ever heard, but when you would ask him yourself, he would lean in and whisper,

”These here woods got magic in ‘em, lassie. Ya find it, and you’ll see I ain’t no liar.”

So, here you trod, the cold seeping through your clothes, with only your flashlight and a knife in your inner pocket in case you ran into wolves or something. What made you decide that it was a good idea to come looking for that stupid toy when the sky’s beginning to turn pitch black?

You swallow, stepping over frosted mushrooms.

”Could’ve brought some hot chocolate...” You shudder, adjusting the thick fabric over your face. “It’s so damn cold...”

Trudging along, you change your hands for your flashlight, putting your free one into your arm to get it warmer. Though, the one begins to tremble, the cold biting through your sleeve at last. Biting your lip, you hurriedly change hands again, pulling your freezing arm in as a cold dread seeps into and stiffens your spine. As your legs threaten to lock, your teeth chatter at the very sound of snow falling from branches mimics a bear or wolf in your growing paranoia.

You hate guns as much as you hate traps, and as such you never went to go hunting to at least learn how to use them. The most you can do right now, matter of fact, is shoot cans with a BB gun: something you’re actually comfortable doing. Now, though, you don’t even have that, and as such you’re practically inviting a bear or a pack of wolves to rip you a brand new face. That is, if this terrible cold doesn’t get to you first.

Did you just condemn yourself to hypothermia? Is this how you’re about to spend your last minutes? Going out into the woods, only for someone to find your freezing corpse, standing or no, and have to go through explaining to your dear sister - she isn’t even seven yet! - that you died to get her toy back.

This is not how you wanted to die...

Graduation from college, your first date, your sister’s sweet 16th-! You wanted to see all of it happen!

“Huh?”

Blinking, you shine your light at a... large circle made from branches? Like something you’d see in a fantasy movie, or even a horror movie. Can’t possibly be man-made; surely nobody has the time or skill to make branches into a perfect circle. With every instinct - birthed from peeking at your parents watching said horror movies - telling you that even going near it is a bad idea, your instinct to just trudge on from possibly being near-death overrides every fear.

Shining your flashlight through the circle, you step through it and press forward. Curiously, as you go forward, the snow sinks from your knees down to the middle of your shin, to your ankles, finally to the soles of your boots. Once you notice this, you also realize your clothes becoming warmer again, until your body is able to sense that you’d have been just fine with a jacket and jeans. Blinking, you brush snow off your shoulders, glancing up at the light poking through the sleeping trees.

Where the sky was pitch black it’s now lighting up with aurora boreal is as far as the eye can see, stars glittering just beyond, seeming to greet you like a long lost friend. Just as sweetly, the crescent moon emerges from a single cloud.

A hallucination, perhaps? A sweet dream to relieve you of the terror of breathing your last breath in unforgiving cold?

It’s... pleasant.

Looking back forward, you blink as fireflies emerge from the snow and trees, illuminating a path for you as the trees begin lighting up themselves. Cracks in the bark illuminate as if veins full of glowing blue blood, translucent white leaves appearing on the branches. Swaying in the cool but forgiving breeze, they too say their wordless greetings as you find no more need for your flashlight, your legs ceasing to tremble as you go forth. Swallowing, you look around, remembering the wayward tales of fairies and princes from when you were a child.

What...?

Swallowing, you find yourself in front of possibly the biggest tree you’ve ever seen. Having to lean back all the way just to see it properly, the very height and width of it reminds you of your brief visit with your dad to the Washington Monument. It’s really that huge and then some, and when you look closer...

Nordic runes? Or are those Celtic? Not really being that skilled in differentiating even with you passing interest in mythology, you frown at bot being able to translate any of them. This is more your own shortcomings as opposed to them being sort of faded for whatever reason, but it would indeed suck either way.

”I’m feeling incredible...” You murmur. “Is this the magic that uncle was talking about?”

Blinking, you flinch as the runes begin to glow one by one, not with the blue aura of the other trees, but rather a vibrant purple. The energy about pours into your body, wrapping gently around your bones and sinking into your blood. Inhaling softly, you close your eyes as you’re enveloped in the purple light, lifted into the air by the tree’s magical embrace. It doesn’t threaten your life, rather it seems to cradle it, filling your senses with the calm serenity and enveloping you in the scent of grandfatherly love.

It feels... incredible.

-..-

You awake to the sound of a waterfall, oddly calm, and occasional movements like animals wading in the water. Reaching up, you rub your eye as you turn onto your side, opening your eyes - and in that moment you wonder if you are indeed dead.

It is indeed a waterfall, pouring into a basin of sorts - occupied by the most ethereal creatures you’ve ever seen.

They‘re human in shape, but with pitch black skin fading into white at their hands and feet. Starlight hair falls perfectly over their skin, styled in different ways that they can be told apart aside from their runic tattoos. One, hair falling straight without any ties or braids, is washing himself under the waterfall, rubbing his neck, looking almost like a model. The other three are either sitting about or wading, equally as beautiful and yet just as strange.

But what sticks out most is their ears, pitch black and... pointy. Long and pointy, in fact, almost like...

”Elves?”

You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but the moment the word pushes past your lips, you get their attention at the same time. Tensing, you bite your lip as the one comes out from under the waterfall. He tilts his head for a moment, as if trying to make sense of what - or who - you are. eventually he does relax, beckoning his kin to stand.

Then, he gives you a smile, extending a hand towards you.

At that moment you realize: All you’re wearing is your bra and underwear. Your instinct would be to cover up, to frantically search for your clothes, but a glance at that elf’s eyes is calming. Forgetting any fear you’d ever had entirely, you stand, glancing down at the water. It more resembles milky dew, or rather just milk, with how translucent it is and how it reflects the lights of the trees.

You softly dip your foot in it. It’s warm, unlike the air around, and goosebumps rage through your body. Clutching your arms, you inhale sharply through your teeth, your legs trembling slightly from the shock.

Blinking, you glance back up, that same elf standing just before you. His expression hasn’t changed from that welcoming smile, his eyes, almost exactly resembling pearls, crinkling slightly. Noting that you’re having some trouble, he reaches his ombre arms up, hands out so you can climb or jump into them. Considering the water is warm and the air is cold, as well as the basin being a bit of a drop into the water as evidence by him being at his hips in the water, he appears more than happy to help you.

Nodding a bit in acknowledgement, he steps closer to the edge, guiding you to kneel so you can put your arms around his neck. Even like this the size difference between you two is prevalent, and he knows this as well. Carefully he pulls you forward, tugging you into him, one arm around your waist and the other under your butt. Breathing in, you cling to him, hurriedly wrapping your legs around his waist as he turns, carrying you further into the basin.

Eventually, as you begin noticing the other three elves moving closer, the one sets you onto a rock, softly stroking your arm in reassurance. Lifting your chin with his index, he leans in slightly, face falling into calm serenity. Turning, he cups his hands, collecting some water and moving to hold it over you. Gently pouring the water over your shoulders, he slightly snickers at how you shiver at the clash between warm and cold, repeating the process until your underwear is soaked through. Moving your legs off his hips and into the water, he softly swishes the water onto your skin, momentarily glancing up at you as he kneels down.

His touch is kind, his treatment caring, and he shows all of it without a word.

Sliding his hands up your legs, he gives you a coy smile and finds your soaked panties. Poking your tongue out to moisturize your lips, you nod, lifting your legs so he can pull them off. His lips stretch to show slightly pointy teeth as he does, hanging your panties on a nearby shrubbery. Getting back upright, he leans back in, nose to nose in you. Becoming lost in his milky eyes, you absentmindedly wrap your arms around his neck, and needing no more of an invitation he cups your face with one hand, kissing you with the same sweetness his hands have treated you with thus far. In moments his tongue softly pushes into your mouth, sliding across and underneath as though in a delicate dance.

Getting lost in his kiss too, your one hand goes to the back of his neck as you feel one of the others going behind you. His minibraids tickle your back as his hands unsnap your bra, your arms lowering and letting him slide it off. Gasping a little into the one’s mouth, you moan as your breasts are kneaded like dough and your tongue is sucked on slightly.

Oddly, this is where names are shot into your head.

The one kissing you is named Eli‘vah; the one fondling your breasts is Mih’qua.

Eli’vah’s one hand slides down your body and between your thighs. Gasping slightly, you spread your legs completely, and he smiles against your lips, sucking in your tongue again as he pushes his fingers inside you, already just barely finding your spot. Leaning back slightly, your arms fly up and onto his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as his fingers pump inside you. Curiously he moves to your side, your head turning with him, and you whine as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

Swallowing, he momentarily parts and you pant, face flushed as he places soft kisses on your face. Mih’qua moves one hand below your leg, the other on your back, and lifts you with Eli’vah’s help. They loop your arms around their shoulders as two more approach, taking their places as Eli’vah moves back in front of you, kneeling down and supporting your thighs. Leaning, his tongue slithers out and into your folds, licking you out with the same care, but hiding a hunger yet to burst from him and bring him to consume you. Before long he latches on, tongue pushing even further than his fingers - and consequently finding your spot. Gasping, you throw your head back, moaning loudly as you’re licked out with fervor, the other two elves - Tri‘vae and Qua’lit - latching onto your breasts like babies.

Mih’qua, back behind you, is the one to hold your head now, kissing you upside down as his kin suck you up as though intending to dry you off with their mouths. Trembling slightly you hand onto Tri’vae and Qua’lit’s shoulders as they strengthen their suckling. As if vying for your milk, they use their free hands to knead, as if to get you to make some for them. Feeling an unfamiliar hotness in your legs, you arch your back, Eli’vah sensing what’s coming and sucking harder, holding on tightly.

Momentarily breaking from Mih’qua, you cry out in orgasm, all sucking and manhandling pausing to let you calm down from the aftershocks. They put you back down on the rock, keeping close so you don’t slip. Once you relax again, it’s Eli’vah that returns to your middle, rising a bit and reaching down. Before you know it, he rests possibly one of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen - proportionate to his large frame of course - on your belly.

This place is feeling more like a dream, in how light you feel and how you don’t feel any fear even knowing what the five of you are doing. You’re not afraid of the pain of sex anymore; they’ve taken great care to prepare you, even giving you the opportunity to shoo them away. That you’ve invited them, allowed them this much, and they’ve accepted whenever you’ve felt uncomfortable and acted accordingly. It’s almost too perfect, and yet it’s far from fictitious. How they embrace you, giving you soft kisses in places you’d never known were tender; how they adore you even without speaking a word.

Your hands on Tri’vae and Qua’lit’s shoulders each, you use your hips to guide Eli’vah’s cock, his chest bouncing with a chuckle as his large hands move to hold them. Gasping as the head pushes inside with ease, you lean your head back, relaxing your body as he slowly slides forward, watching you envelop him completely. This time, he touches your spot the first time, hardly even trying, only moving when your body adjusts to him. Once you nod, he moves your legs to his shoulders, slipping in deeper from the very action.

Voice erupting in a moan, you tug Mih’qua down to your lips. Accepting your invitation with courteous enthusiasm he wraps his tongue around yours, cupping your face as the other two return to your breasts. As Mih’qua about conquers your tongue, they nibble and knead, as if attempting to encourage your body to make milk for them.

“A-aah!” You squeak, Eli’vah beginning to thrust.

Holding your shins expertly in his hands - far from mishandling you, it‘s simply how big he is - he moves just right, not drilling you or being too careful. Hair tickling your chest, he leans forward to move his hands on either side of you, softly smiling down at you as you break from Mih’qua, needing to breathe.

It’s not drawn out, not catching you by surprise by suddenly changing positions, rather it’s gentle and not meaning to sap you of your energy. Not yet, anyway.

”C-cum with me...” You breathe, feeling him swell inside you as well.

Leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss, he briefly loses control, speeding up slightly before cumming once; twice; three times. Feeling it seep down your body and onto the rock, you pant lightly as he softly pulls out, beckoning Mih’qua.

Now the one preparing to make love to you as Eli’vah had, he prepares you by kneeling down slightly, fingering you as Tri’vae and Qua’lit part from your breasts, holding your hands and waiting patiently for their turn.

They’re going to take turns, and this they do with finesse, until your belly swells from their seed, and you tire. When you do, they move you to dry land, where they embrace you, warming you with their bodies, hands on your belly, as you drift into slumber with a serene melody sung by the voices into the gentle winter breeze...

-...-

You don’t quite remember the events from then on, but the story you heard from your dad is that your uncle went looking for you at dawn and found you fast asleep in front of the very same circle of branches. When both of you looked, your belly was still swollen, now with a rune, harmless in nature and protective in magical energy, above your belly button.

That’s when you understood, as did he: The two of you witnessed firsthand the magic in the forest.

You’re back at the house now, resting in your room, still thinking back to the night you had with the elves. Even when you eat you can’t seem to dismiss the lovemaking as but a dream, for why else would your body be like a water balloon, and your mind racing by the hour?

By the time night fell again, uncle advised you to stay in, having heard a pack of wolves, and so you resign yourself to doing just that. With a black shirt and flannel pajama pants neatly folded on the bathroom vanity, you sigh, hand falling to your belly. Wordlessly watching as the steam blurs your naked image in the mirror, you turn and step into the shower, breathing in and closing your eyes.

Yeah.