Breaking the spell

m/f, poem, elf

An elven woman needs someone’s help breaking a wizard’s curse.

Excuse me sir, please break this curse.

I’m doomed for now to speak in verse

A wizard sought to sleep with me

But I told him to leave me be

I told him I was pure as snow

That he would have to let me go

A spell upon me he did cast

And promised that the curse would last

Until I yielded to his plan

And gave my body to a man

He meant to specify himself

He so wanted to bed an elf

But his words failed him in his spell

He saw his error, I could tell

For I could just remove the hex

With any man, with just some sex

I left him then, and travelled here

And lo, to my eyes did appear

A worthy man, all fair of face

Though he was from the human race

We are far from the elven vale

So I will take a human male

At least, if he would be so good

To help me any way he could

To take my body with his own

And not to spend the night alone

There’s no one else, so let us start

You’ll have my body, if not my heart.

Now I’ll remove my silky gown

And on thy bed I lie me down

Long elven legs I part for you

I trust you know now what to do?

One hand on breast, and one on hip

Press into me, but just the tip

Is that enough to break the charm?

Not yet. But we are getting warm

Delay no more, let this begin

Press into me, all the way in

<moan as entered>

You have done it! We’re making love

You fit me like a hand in glove

The spell still holds, so do not hold

Keep making love, my human bold

For even though my passions climb

I still am cursed by words that rhyme

I think that what we really need

Will be for you to spill your seed

So deep inside my virgin womb

And then the curse will know it’s doom

So do now what I know you must

As we give in to primal lust

<moan>

And now I can hold back no more

As heart, spirit, and body soar

<orgasm>

It’s done! You have saved me, my friend.

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