Content Warning: size difference, giant dick, man with a pussy, non-con, breeding kink, somnophilia/temporary paralysis, cum inflation.
The village was on fire and Aeleron had no idea what to do about it.
A stranger in a strange land, the elf had been on a sea voyage when an unexpected storm had swept in, destroyed the ship he'd chartered, and cast him onto the shores of a kingdom so distant from his home he had never even heard its name.
He had never heard the language, either, but Aeleron was a quick study and he'd picked up a rudimentary understanding thanks to the uncommonly welcoming and helpful local humans that had come across him and welcomed the elf into their homes. They were enchanted by him, Aeleron didn't need to speak the language to know that, but it was hardly surprising— elves generally had that effect on mortals. It didn't take long for him to gather that they'd not only ever seen an elf before, however, but they had never
heard
of them either, which meant he was well and truly alone here in this strange new land.
A foreboding thought, but Aeleron had never been one to languish and the prospect of experiencing a new land none of his kin had ever stepped foot on certainly piqued his naturally curious nature. Long-lived as elves were, Aeleron wasn't in a rush to leave the friendly little village by the sea, so he stayed on and learned what they could offer, knowing that at least some mastery of the local tongue would be necessary in his journey.
He studied the humans almost as intently as he did their language. They were sturdy, hard working folk with little beauty among them— but possessed kind and open hearts once they grew accustomed to you. Humans were such fleeting creatures compared to an elf no matter where you were, but these seemed more fearful of the world around them than Aeleron was accustomed to. Unfortunately, he didn't have the words or understanding necessary to ask more complicated questions to get to the root of their fear. They seemed wary of cloudy days, rarely strayed out after dark, and often made hand signs meant to ward off evil while murmuring about 'vulaur'.
It was the better part of a month before Aeleron discovered just what a vulaur was, and when he did he understood the quiet terror of the humans that had welcomed him into their community.
While his hosts were afraid of walking under the light of the moon, Aeleron had no such fear, and so he had taken to going on night walks along the rough stone wall that surrounded the squat little village by the sea. He could hear the waves in the distance but any peace they brought was soon undermined by confusion when golden light sparked in the distance, drawing the elf's eye.
"Inside, my flower, come inside," Mizzora, the older woman who had taken Aeleron under her wing and allowed him to stay in her home since his arrival called from the ground below.
The elf glanced down at her, observed her fretful, upturned face, then pointed at the distant light. "I see strange lights," he replied in her tongue. "What are they?"
The old woman frowned and squinted, then blanched pale as the moon when she saw what he pointed at and screamed, "Vulaur! Vulaur to the west!" at the top of her lungs, voice shrill with terror.
Panic blossomed across the village like wildfire in a dry field as the cry was taken up from all directions.
Worried, but undeniably curious, Aeleron remained on the wall a minute longer as the lights darted in the distance then gradually began to come closer until he was finally able to make out the source.
Wyverns, he realized with a shock. 'Vulaur' meant
wyvern.
These vulaur were bigger than any wyvern Aeleron had laid eyes on back home, however. If not for their having wings in place of forelimbs the elf would have thought they were dragons despite the last of such creatures having left the world in the previous age...
Someone yelled his name and Aeleron startled then realized that the vulaur had come quite close by now. They appeared to be fighting amongst themselves rather than descending on the village in an organized attack, but that didn't make the settlement immune to the fallout. One wyvern passed close over head, the wind of its passing buffeting Aeleron so he nearly toppled from the wall, then unleashed a gout of flame that cut through the village like a blade, dividing it in two halves as screams rose up from the burning wreckage of the unlucky buildings in its path.
Heat rose up like a storm wind, stirring the elf's long, pale hair and searing his lungs as he looked around for a path of escape. Instead, his eye was caught by a second vulaur as it passed close and with a shock he realized it was
looking
at him with one huge, golden eye. Almost as startling was the realization that there was a man, or something very
like
a man, riding astride its back.
The moment passed in a blink and Aeleron came to his senses then fled the wall in favor of the cover of the buildings. Not that they offered much of that as the fire continued to spread and the frightened humans began to flee towards the sea. The water was bitter cold but anything was better than being burned alive while the vulaur battled among themselves overhead.
"Mizzora!" the elf called, relieved, when he found the old woman, who cried out in relief when she saw he was unharmed. With no time for words, the woman took his hand and pulled Aeleron along after her, following the tide of humans as the reached the edge of the village and the long, open stretch of hill down towards the sea. It was such a pleasant walk by light of day but now it seemed a death sentence if any of the vulaur decided to take an interest, and yet, like a herd on stampede, the villagers breached the gap and surged down towards the cove where their little fishing vessels were moored.
Aeleron could have outpaced all of them had he wished to, but there was safety in the herd— plus Mizzora was struggling to keep pace and he wasn't about to leave her behind after the kindness she had shown him. They ran hand-in-hand until screams of fear began to rise from the group when a shadow passed over them and Aeleron looked around to see a wyvern descending towards them, maw gaping wide.
Just when it seemed it might burn them all alive in a single burst of flame, a second vulaur slammed into it, talons first, and bore it down onto the ground with a terrible crash and inhuman scream before it could reach them. The second vulaur sprang immediately back into the air before the first could recover and, before he could feel any sort of relief, Aeleron realized it was headed directly towards them.
