Moon Princess by Diane Collier

Lillia loved nights like this. The autumn air was clean and crisp, not to hot, but not too cold, perfect for wearing her white silk robe. She sighed, leaning against the stone balcony that overlooked the castle garden, thinking. This city was so foreign compared to the lush forests of her elven home, but she had come to calling it home. As a princess, Lillia knew how important the alliance between her people and the humans was. Her arranged marriage to the Prince Derek was not only a symbol of hope between the two once warring races, but the binding seal to the peace treaty that ended a long, brutal war. It was everything a princess could do to help her country.
    Besides, it wasn't like the human prince was a terrible husband. Prince Derek was tall with short, dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and a muscular body. He always saw the politics of the noble class as a burden to his true passion, leading the royal army. A brilliant strategist, he led the initial defense against the elven invasion. Lillia knew that some part of him did not want the war to end, as he told her there was no greater rush than the trill of battle. But there was no real purpose to the fighting, and it quickly became obvious that if things went on any longer, neither side could afford the losses. Thus, elf and man stood at the altar, reluctantly vowing to be true to each other in front of thousands.
    Their first time in bed together went about as well as Lillia hoped it would. At first, she shivered at his intense stare, hesitating at his command to come to him. Was this all he saw her as? A trophy of war? Nevertheless, she obeyed, moving into his strong embrace. However, as he leaned down to kiss her, there was something different about it. A tenderness she had not expected, and it was then that she began to relax. He brushed a lock of her golden blonde hair out of her face, gazing into her soft, yet angular face and forest green eyes. There was no real love between the two, but for that night, they were tangled in a web of lust and duty.
    Each piece of cloth that fell from their bodies made her more nervous, yet excited at the same time. He pressed her against the bed, and her hands danced over the warm skin of his back, taking in every sensation. She let out a gasp as his crotch rubbed up against her, the hardness against her clitoris eliciting a moan of pleasure. Derek smirked at her, quickly tearing off the last pieces of resistance from both of their bodies, and gazed down at her naked body. Elves were known for their beauty, but Lillia never considered that to be true for herself. Her breasts were smaller than average, his hands cupped them both easily and gave a soft squeeze. And unlike her brethren, she had strong curves and wide, child bearing hips. She was not overweight, just unusual with her frame.
    Strangely enough, it was that oddity that the Prince liked so much about her. He nipped at her neck, his fingers delicately rubbing her hardening nipples, getting her ready for the moment when their bodies would meet together and...
    “Princess Lillia?”
    The blushed as she was snapped back into reality, turning around and closing her robe as she looked upon one of the servants, a young human woman with a bright red ponytail. Lillia smiled, nodding silently as she went inside, opening her wardrobe. Inside were many extravagant gowns, but those weren't what the elf was looking for. Instead, she moved the dresses aside and took out some rather plain looking pants and a shirt. Prince Derek was out with his troops, patrolling the southern borders of the kingdom's new territory, given to them by the elves as part of the peace treaty. He wouldn't be home for at least three more days, inspecting every blade of grass for the slightest sign of resistance. It was indeed a perfect night to sneak ou t of the castle.
    The servant helped her out of her robe and into the pants and shirt silently, giving a small smile. Claire, her name was, and this human was