Prologue - Morning In The Desert

The sky was starting to take on a lavender hue as the sun prepared to take back rulership of the skies as the girl set out into the desert. She knew the dusty roads well - even though they were roads only in the broadest sense - having travelled them many times, and nudged the steering wheel of her compact silver Roadster this way and that almost instinctively to avoid ruts and potholes in her path. The last thing she needed was to break down out here, for there was no-one else around for miles in any direction...

...and that was just the way she wanted it.

It was easy to find wilderness, even this close to a city like Golden-Gates, Abode's capital city of excess. All one had to do was pick a direction and drive. The authorities had expected that the isolation would put gamblers off travelling to one of the few places where gambling was legal, but the lure of riches was too strong, making a mockery of those expectations. The girl was not immune to that lure herself, but fared better than most, perhaps due to her unusual nature.

The usual games of chance on which fortunes were won or lost failed to interest the girl, for she only played if a dare was involved. Such things were the major driving force in her life, and she indulged that passion to the full - just as she intended to indulge it this day.

The sun's brilliant disk was resting its lowest edge on the horizon when the girl picked her place to stop. It was a totally desolate, secluded spot, surrounded by crumbling towers of sandstone and dotted with gently-sloping dunes. "Perfect", she murmured to herself as she brought the car to a halt. "Just perfect..."

The girl edged up out of her seat, not even bothering to open the driver's side door, until she was sitting upon the highest part of the seat-back. She took deep breaths of the desert morning air, each breath shuddering slightly as the level of excitement inside her grew. There was a slight tremble in her fingers as she reached for the knot that fastened her sky-blue silk shirt under her breasts and undid it, and the tremble spread up her arms and across her shoulders as she shrugged the shirt off, feeling the cool air against her bare skin.

The girl's four-fingered hands moved down her stomach, and grasped the weighty square chrome buckle of her belt. The belt was no barrier, coming undone almost as though by magic, allowing the girl to peel off her chocolate-coloured leather hot-pants. Sliding out of the hot-pants, the girl could not stop her hands from lingering whenever they brushed against the glossy black vinyl thigh-length boots that were the only other thing she wore.

She made no moves to take off her boots as well. If she could have her way, they would be the only thing she would ever wear.

There was no hesitation, no trembling, as the girl edged along her perch, then swung her legs over the side of the car and dropped down onto the sand. Dust from the road billowed up under her feet, then settled on the narrow toes and hour-glass-like two-inch heels of her long shiny boots, but this did not trouble the girl. All that meant was that she would have to spend a little while longer cleaning her boots when she got home - and that was hardly a chore.

The girl set off at a relaxed pace, striding out into the desert with the early morning sun caressing her back, her boots and her knee-length straight, pale yellow hair. She climbed the nearest dune, footsteps so light they barely disturbed the sand, and paused at the top to survey her surroundings. There was no sign of civilisation in sight, only sand - heaped into dunes, spread out into plains or crushed together by the ancient movements of the earth into stark pinnacles of rusty-hued stone.

Her path decided in an instant, she strode down the other side of the dune, an arm extended to steady herself as the slope of sand turned into a miniature avalanche, almost taking her feet out from under her. Her sense of balance was uncanny, however, and she was never in any danger of falling. Unless she wanted to fall...

Dancing up the next dune, an early morning wind stirring her hair into a wild wake of gold, the girl let herself stumble as she came down the other side, tumbling down in a cloud of sand to land in a sprawl, face down, at the foot of the dune. Sand flowed after her, engulfing much of the left side of her body, and she welcomed its silken caress, twisting and writhing, rolling with the dusty landslide.

Lying in the shadow of the dune, the girl took time to savour the feeling of the sand against her body, running in river-like streams along the cleft between her buttocks or down the curving slope of her cleavage. Her thigh-length boots clung closely to her legs, but still sand found a way inside, pooling wherever wrinkles formed in the glistening plastic. Getting all that sand out would take quite a while, the girl knew from experience, but yet again this was an added joy, rather than a burden. If it took too long, she always had other pairs of boots. Many pairs of boots...

Extracting herself from the sand, the girl started to crawl across the next plain on hands and knees, hair trailing behind her. The sand was getting warmer now as the sun climbed higher, its light sending waves of warmth over her back and buttocks, and causing her feet and legs to sweat inside the glossy vinyl of her boots. To most, this would have been a discomfort, but the girl greeted the feeling with a soft, purring moan. This, for her, was ecstasy.

It was something no-one but a passionate lover of boots could possibly understand...

The shadows had shortened noticeably by the time the girl wandered back to her car, skin and boots dusted with sand, spirits soaring, her soul replenished.

Being surrounded by humans all day - and often all night - could wear even an immortal Elf down at times, and slender, graceful Strides-Tall was no exception. The world she and her kind had been trapped upon for centuries was starting to catch up with her passions, and she knew she had to be at her very best to stay ahead of the somewhat brutish native population. As long as she could continue to blind them with her looks, and her sinuous moves, she knew she would do just fine.

 

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