The High Greeting

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I put down these words here, in my personal diary, because they cannot be included in my official report. My survey of the High Forest has been fruitful, more than I ever could have expected. Let me not linger too long over preamble, for I can scarce trust myself to faithfully record the wonders I have seen and felt this past day.

By order of the King, I am honored to scout the initial path into the High Forest to prepare the way for diplomatic relations with the reclusive wild elves. Once I find the path, I am to report back to a full survey team as a guide. My lonely expedition has been beautiful, if mundane. Long, gentle slopes upward lead to stunning vistas where trees stretch to every horizon. Every valley is a trove of game sign, medicinal herbs, and other worldly treasures. I walk in the lordly palace of nature herself.

Yesterday, on my third day of trekking through the wilds, I paused for a meal and rest beside a wide pool, into which poured a thin waterfall over 100 feet high. Smaller falls tumbled down a crescent cliff to either side, splashing over the wide, flat rocks around the edge of the pool. A herd of elk eyed me curiously from across the water while I made camp.

Once I raised my tent and set out my cartographer's lap-table, I resolved to cleanse myself in the pool. I had already stripped down to shirtsleeves to establish camp, so it was nothing to remove my puffy shirt and linen breeches. The water proved to be shallow across most of the pool, even near enough to the waterfall that I was able to scramble over some rocks and stand beneath its flow. The pounding on my head and shoulders was quite relaxing.

When I'd swam to my heart's content, I climbed out onto a wide rock at the side of the pool, laid out to dry beneath the sun's gaze. I closed my eyes and reminisced of home. Not one week past, I had reveled with Maeryth and Raulin before we parted on our assignments. By the gods, we savored each other's pleasure from sundown to dawn. The mere thought of Maeryth's sigh, of Raulin's broad hands, brought a flush of red to my face even now.

My hand drifted down below my waist to find a flush was not all the memories had kindled in me. Softly, my fingertips played along my length, petting myself slowly from base to tip. My limbs--leaden from a day on the trail and an afternoon in the water--relaxed into the rock beneath me as I thought of hands and mouths soothing them as well. Maeryth...

My eyes eased open to see the sky overhead dappled by trees. The sweet smell of flowers drifted on the breeze. As I took myself in hand and remembered the sounds of our lust, I noticed a puff of pollen overhead. My body relaxed all the more and my head fell gently to one side. More pollen drifted at the treeline on the far side of my camp, mingled in the underbrush. As my eyes adjusted to the cool shade of the forest, I saw the pollen drifting from a riotous cluster of flowers near the base of a tall oak. Without warning, the flowers quivered and a quiet sigh escaped from just above them.

"Who's there??" I started upright, scrambling backwards toward the pool. I had no time to dress, but at least the water could conceal me.

A voice, silky and low, rang out in a strange tongue as someone stepped into my camp. They looked nearly of a height with me, but willowy, with rich green skin covered in brown freckles of every size. They wore a tidy mantle of woven leaves (seemingly new-plucked from the branch), a wide purple sash across their otherwise bare chest, and a skirt of large leaves with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers hung from the front. Their hair was long and vinelike, the color of raw mahogany. It was tossed to one side, nearly concealing one of a pair of long, pointed ears that flared out to either side of their head. Their brilliant blue-green eyes looked directly at me in all my nakedness.

"Fear not!" They called to me again, but this time I recognized the language. A wild elf! Who could believe it: I encounter what many believe to be hokum and legend and not only am I exposed but compromised... in the brazen act! I feared I'd doomed diplomacy before it began.

"I'm so sorry!" I called back in my best attempt at their complex language. "I didn't mean to offend! I didn't see you there!"

The elf's dark green lips pursed in confusion. "Offend? You're... surprised? But my greeting..." The elf waved in the air at nothing I could see. I couldn't think what to say before the elf added, "My pollen was more than I intended... more than I could help!"

It was my turn for confusion. The pollen I'd noticed earlier still hung here and there, from the treeline to out over the water. The largest concentration of it seemed to linger around the elf. Even in my near panic, I admit it smelled very nice.

"The pollen is... yours?" My chest and shoulders still protruded above the water, but I was able to secure a least a little modesty by then.

The elf's laughter resembled the patter of the falls nearby. "Well of course! How else would I introduce myself?" I noticed many of the blooms on their bouquet were dusted with yellow flecks. "Are you one of those... humans I've heard about? Have you no pollen of your own?"

My confusion deepened. Could I still salvage this erstwhile diplomacy, against hope? "I'm so sorry... I am human, yes, and no, I have no pollen of my own to share. I'm not familiar with your, uh, customs..."

"What a surprise," the elf said, taking a friendly step closer. The sway of their narrow hips caught me off guard. "You've played the part naturally so far." Parted in a playful smile, their lips looked soft and gentle.

Despite the safety of the water, my hands moved to cover myself. I was surprised to feel that--even in the midst of all this--I was still firm and sensitive to the touch. The elf's bright eyes gazed as if the water were no hindrance at all.

"I've never a seen a bloom like yours," they said softly with another step closer. "I had hoped for a greeting in its fullness."

My slack-jawed loss for words drew another sparkling laugh from the elf. "You have cleansed yourself, meditated upon the woods around you, even stirred your bloom. The only thing you haven't done to greet me so far is conjure your pollen, but I suppose now I know why!"

"You mean when I..." I couldn't believe the words on my lips, "you mean my presence here... the things I've done, are part of a greeting among the wild elves?"

"A most welcome greeting, yes! To commune with the forest and mingle blooms with another shows respect, kindness," a puff of pollen breezed off of their blooms, "There are few greetings more delightful!"

A fuzziness tickled the edge of my perception. The elf's pollen was just lovely. "So... you'd like me to... continue with what I was doing?"

The elf beamed and fell to a crouch just beyond arm's reach. "Yes, please! I should like to learn many things about you," they glanced back down into the water, "and share many things as well."

The elf stood and--with a sweep of their hands out to the sides--their mantle and skirt blew away on a sudden wind. The sash still covered most of their lean chest, but the rest of their body was laid bare to my eyes. Their legs were lithe from ankle to hip, covered in fine moss below the knee. Their torso was narrow and rectangular. The lean definition of their flat stomach fell to the centerpiece of their bouquet, the only flowers that remained on their body. Revealed like this, it was clear that this bloom was, in fact, part of them. *The* part of them. A trail of small blooms descended in purples, blues, and pinks down to a large cluster of long, curling purple petals between their legs that looked like an exquisite hybrid of lily, iris, and mallow. Each of the small blooms nestled a bright yellow ball of pollen. A cluster of long, golden filaments protruded from the largest bloom. I could plainly see the pollen wafting off of them now.

"Behold me," they said, removing their sash to reveal neither breasts nor even nipples, just lean muscle on a long torso. "I am Bhel, of the Broad-Green-Marshy River clan. And please, if I might know you and behold you again?"

With a deep breath, I rose out of the pool and stepped onto the shore with them. "I am Duhnel, of Kingswatch." The brilliance of their blue-green eyes danced over my body, the product of many days on a trail and many nights at a scribe's desk. We were similarly tall and narrow, though I was a little larger by every measure. In place of moss, I had fine, light hair spread across my forearms, legs, and torso. My sex stood tall and straight, most of the way to my navel. Almost naturally, my hand drifted toward my base.

"You are very like a beast," they said with quiet excitement, eyes still fixed below my waist. "I see now why you have no pollen to share."

"And your pollen, you say it plays a role in greeting?"

"Elven pollen carries both truth and dream," they smiled as the air between us grew pungent with golden clouds. "Pollen is the first sign of one's arrival. It reveals us to each other, and--when we perform proper greetings--pollen carries us to the place of communion. Would you like a glimpse?"

Oh, to be a courtier in this moment instead of a lowly scout. I longed for just the right words to come to me. Instead, I had to make do by indulging in my building curiosity. "I would, yes."

"Then please," their eyes closed in a moment of easy concentration, then they reached deftly between their legs and brought their hands up, dusted in flecks the color of sunlight. "Learn my scent and see for yourself."

Gingerly, I took their cupped hands in my own and pulled them up to me. I lowered my face into their palms and took a tentative sniff. Through closed eyes, I saw a flash of colorful stars. When I opened my eyes again, I saw their comely face rippling gently, in rhythm with the forest behind them. Their silhouette was limned in a tiny, almost imperceptible rainbow. The forest expanded and fell back into place with every breath they took. Their eyes narrowed into scintillant almonds as they grinned at my reaction.

"Wonderful," I breathed, nearly swooning on my feet. After a few more silent moments with their hands clasped in mine, our eyes locked together, the effects of the pollen faded and my vision stabilized.

"You flatter me." Their soft smile sent a chill through my arms, down my torso still dripping with water, and into my erection, now achingly close to their bloom. "May I taste your scent as well?"

I nodded and swallowed involuntarily. Bhel lowered themself to their knees so their eyes were now mere inches from my erection. Just as gingerly as I'd taken their hands, the elf placed their own hands on my hips and leaned in close enough that I felt their breath upon me. With a glance up at me, they took a deep breath through their slim nose.

"Delightful!" the smile that played across their face sent a shudder through me. "Pollen or no, your scent is right at home here." Their brow furrowed for a moment. "If you have no pollen, then how do you use your bloom?"

I ached to show them. Their hands, still on my hips, nearly made me swoon again. "Well," I managed, "it's not a bloom, but a p--" oh, diplomacy be damned! "I call it my length. There are many ways it can be used," suddenly parched, I licked my lips. "but we often start with our hands."

"Like when I first saw you! May I?" Their eager eyes flitted back down at me. In truth I could barely control myself as it was, but I nodded. Softly, their hands moved from my hips to wrap lightly around my shaft, very like I had done when I thought I was alone. A sigh escaped my lips as their fingertips explored my shaft and tip. Clearly, they had watched me for a while before I noticed them.

"So warm," they said, gripping a little harder and tugging lightly. Their other hand moved to brush the source of my seed. "And the same with these?"

"Y-yes." All of my sex tensed at their gentle touch. "Please," it was all I could do not to whimper. "Please faster."

I lasted only seconds longer. My climax had strained against my will since I first stepped out of the water, and now their hands proved to be skillful beyond their experience. I couldn't bear it. They felt my source tense in one hand and watched as my seed shot into the air and onto their face. "Ah!" they exclaimed as I gasped for breath, my length twitching as I covered their freckled hands and forehead, their strong cheeks, their dark lips, even their smiling teeth. I buckled under the pressure, grasping them by their slender shoulders and moaning. Their sweet pollen was thick around us now, though no visions swam before my eyes.

"Your nectar!" they laughed, triumphant, wiping the mess from their face. Covered in me, they stuck one of their fingers deep in their mouth and licked it clean. "We're not so unalike after all!"

I joined them on my knees, then we both laid upon the rock. They propped themselves up on an elbow to study my now-sticky seed on their hand as I basked in my ecstasy.

"And what happens once you've wrung nectar with your hands?" They leaned down so close to my face that my eyes struggled to adjust. Without thought, I joined their full lips to my own in a kiss. We hung there a moment, then my head fell back to the rock.

"I'm afraid not much can happen just now," I said finally. "This... nectar, as you will, takes time to replenish."

They swatted my chest playfully. "As if we cannot make more nectar." Alighting nimbly to their feet, they straddled me and I was confronted with their bloom in all its candor. The largest petals had become riven with wide streaks of dark blue, and golden pollen fell from it like pooling fog. "Drink deep of my bloom and dream of rest."

"Will the visions return?"

"Oh yes."

I reached feebly up to their mossy knees and pulled their bloom down to my mouth. Their thighs on either side of my head were already slick with their own, clear nectar. My long nose sank deep into the heart of their largest bloom and I filled my lungs. Their golden filaments pressed against my eyes and smeared pollen all over my face. It felt as though those petals engulfed me entirely, as though nothing else existed in all the world. I tasted sweet honey. I heard the pulse of every root and branch. I felt silk on my cheeks, my chin, my lips, my tongue. And through it all, the sparkling aroma of their bloom, like the perfection of spring. We both cried out in blissful oblivion.

When they climbed off of me and fell down by my side, it took many long moments for me to notice that we were no longer upon the wide rock. Somehow we had moved to a bed of plants further down the shore, closer to the falls. Everything glittered with the magic of their pollen. The sun still dappled our naked bodies, softly entwining with each other.

I placed a hand on my stomach and felt I'd somehow climaxed again. Quite a lot, apparently. The ache in my source told me I could do so yet again, and soon.

"I need you." I was breathless and hungry as I turned to them, covering their sticky face with kisses and the nectar on my cheeks. "Make love to me, please." Their hands groped all over me, both of us glazed with nectar and sweat.

I started to move on top of them but they checked me with a hip and a questioning face. "Make love?"

"Yes," I whispered back. "Your greeting is very like how humans make love to each other." I pressed my strained erection into their thigh. "Can I enter your bloom and show you how humans make love?"

Their smile held a hint of the deviant. "My bloom has no space to enter, but let me wrap your length in my petals like I did to your handsome face." A sigh escaped my lips, but I nodded vigorously.

Light as a feather, Bhel twisted up and sat on my hips. They leaned back to support themselves on their arms, crossed their feet near my shoulders, and wrapped my aching length in their thighs. Despite how hard I was, how eager for another climax, I could not be seen amidst their slick, green flesh and petals of many colors. My length flexed toward their bloom, smothering my crown with their tingling pollen and warm nectar.

The silken pressure of that embrace made the rainbow silhouette return to all things. I thrust upward and felt the urge to take root in the earth. Their gasp resonated through me like a thunderclap. They bounced their taut buttocks upon me and I yearned to grow higher, to draw life from the earth and send it skyward. Visions both miniscule and terribly grand danced behind my closed eyes as my length rubbed against their bloom. Nectar flowed out of their petals, covering us and making the bed beneath us slick with delight.

I opened my eyes to see my throbbing erection emerging inches from their thighs. It looked like my greatest length had been doubled. This giant member between my legs and theirs had grown as thick as my arm, veiny and purple with arousal. I felt the forest reverberate with every pulse of my enormous pleasure. Bhel ground their bloom up and down along my entire length, shivering here and there in ecstasy. Several sticky webs of my seed had already been coaxed from my crown onto us both, but I felt I was far from done.

"Oh, fecundity!" they shouted, lost in their own pleasure. "Oh, growth and plenty! Take root with me and open to the sun!" They tossed their head back and it seemed our chests bloomed into great blossoms of light. Our panting moans melted into a crystalline whirlwind. The wet clap of their shapely seat on my hips became one with the splashing falls. My arms gripped their mossy legs in a tight embrace. For how many eternities did we thrust and grind our bodies together, dissolving into each other and into the forest around us?

The light-blossom within me focused down into the source of my seed, grown now as large as apples. Through a haze of pollen, I locked eyes with Bhel as I felt the heat and pressure build in my swollen member. Bhel's moans shifted into shorter gasps. Our ultimate climaxes crested together as I shot long, thick ropes of my seed high in the air and their bloom spurted gouts of sweet nectar. Our carnal fountain splashed over us for longer than I could believe, covering us from head to toe in nectar and seed.

"Making love!" they beamed as they collapsed onto their back. Their legs loosened their grip on my member, which draped across their thigh as it recovered. "Such a greeting!"

We crawled back together to kiss each other between gasping breaths and ecstatic shivers. The taste of our love mingled in each other's mouths. Our bodies clung together from all that covered us. We whispered lusts and gratitudes to each other until we drifted off to sleep, then remained entwined like roots in soil throughout the evening and night.

When the sun rose, I awoke to find a riot of new flowers sprung up around us. We bathed in the pool to cleanse the remains of our lovemaking. Then we bathed once more, after a parting that proved an echo to our greeting.

I am left now alone, with my body in the camp next to our blossoming and my mind still spinning in grander spheres. I know now that to relate to the wild elves is to relate to the wild with a closeness beyond compare. What could I possibly say in my official report to prepare the others for what awaits them?