Kingdom Besieged (closed for dryfter)

[DarkWarrioress]

Myria’s steps slowed as she came to the entrance to their current safe place. Her stomach roiled with unspoken emotions, fear being the one that rode her the hardest. The two people in the cave depended upon her to provide, it was one of her best skills after all and she had returned empty-handed. Her eyes fell to the bag still lying against the cave wall. Myria approached, bending to retrieve it, clutching the strap in her hand as she ventured further into the interior of their current abode. She inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly, hoping it would cause her fear to subside or at least, pool in the pit of her belly. She kept her eyes downcast, watching her feet with each step. Would he be angry with her? Perhaps disappointed? Myria wasn’t sure which was worse. Her eyes saw her master’s feet and stopped before him, wetting her bottom lip nervously.

By Danu, Myria. Stop. You’re a fighter, a warrior. Get a grip on your fear. The information you bring him is far more important.

Though she scolded herself, her fear was a very real thing. While she was finding that she enjoyed sex with her master, the fear of him impregnating her and how easily he could do so, was a fear that truly ran deep within. She took a deep breath, raising her face until her eyes met his.

“Master, my apologies. There was no game to be found for this morning’s meal but last night when I was gathering wood for the fire, I did manage to collect the last of the berries. I’ll try again later when the day warms. More importantly, I have news for you. We have company. One of the tree elves. She has been trailing us…..”

Would he be angry that the elf had gotten away? Myria swallowed and continued.

“I spotted her while hunting game and would have taken her but a bear made itself known and sent her skittering away. I’m sorry I don’t have her but I’m guessing that she’s not far away. I could go out and hunt her down if you wish.”

From somewhere behind him, she heard the softest of footfalls. Myria lifted her eyes, looking over his shoulder and spied Sylvannia. Her sister looked rather sullen and Myria wondered if something had happened while she was gone or did Bjorn have to put Syl in her place again and if so, over what now? Sylvannia stood a respectful distance from the other two, but her eyes were fastened to Master’s back with a longing in their depths that even Myria couldn’t fail to recognize. The huntress returned to gaze the man standing before her, her hand with the bag clenched in it, raised up to offer the berries to him.

“Also, as I was returning, I spied a spiral of smoke not even a day’s walk from here. Either someone is making camp or there is a home nearby. It might be wise to check it out. The only thing concerning me is the elf tracking us and her returning to her base with information of where to find us. By now, the forest elves must know what you have done and will hunt us with a vengeance. Since I have her weapons, I’m not too worried about her attacking us at the moment. I daresay she is disgraced with her leaders. Presenting knowledge of our whereabouts would certainly gain her favor in their eyes again."

Myria's eyes flitted back to her sister’s form.

“Sylvannia. Come. You must eat and keep up your strength. I am sorry it isn’t much for the moment, but it is better than nothing.”

Sylvannia’s eyes lifted from some spot on Master’s back and met those of her older sister’s. Myria nearly recoiled from what she saw there. Resentment. Anger. Bitterness. What had she done now to earn such things from Syl? Myria stood there and rolled her aching shoulder. This was battle she couldn’t win. All she knew was that Sylvannia was going to have to learn that each of them had a role to play in this dynamic. Not one more important than the other, either person or place. In order to survive, they needed to depend on each other, but her sister was a spoiled brat. Always had been. She had always been the doted upon daughter, whether it was because of looks or demeanor, Myria couldn’t be sure, but out here, none of that mattered in order to survive. A lesson Sylvannia would do well to learn and learn quickly.

 

[dryfter]

“Master, my apologies. There was no game to be found for this morning’s meal but last night when I was gathering wood for the fire, I did manage to collect the last of the berries. I’ll try again later when the day warms. More importantly, I have news for you. We have company. One of the tree elves. She has been trailing us…..”

It all came out in such a rush that it took a minute or two to process all that had been said. Myria was upset, that much he knew, clearly thinking herself as having failed again at something he knew was far beyond her own control today.

"I figured as much, about the chances of your hunt being successful I mean. The blaze I set would have scared wildlife away for miles."

Wildlife, but apparently not elves.

"Are you sure you saw a forest elf? The forest doesn't give up its shadows easily."

He was more amazed by the possibility than actually doubting what he had been told. Had he ever heard of a time when a sylvan elf had left their forest. At first, Bjorn's instincts and recollections told him no. But that was before he remembered the stories of the four great elven generals who served in leading the elven monarch's troops.

One of them was a sylvan. A great ranger. One who's name was never spoken amid his people.

Was this new elf trying to follow in her footsteps? Is that what passed as a test of bravery for this particular breed of elf? There was no doubt that she would be out of her element, on edge, an altogether nasty encounter should they meet.

But an excellent tracker. Even his own tribesman openly admitted to being nowhere near as good. Was there even a way to escape pursuit, or had he just been foolish? Still.....it was only one elf where he had expected a full scouting party.

“I spotted her while hunting game and would have taken her but a bear made itself known and sent her skittering away. I’m sorry I don’t have her but I’m guessing that she’s not far away. I could go out and hunt her down if you wish.”

The swordmistress' words echoed in his ears, mixing easily with thoughts that were already bending towards that decision. Slowly, Bjorn shook his head, his shaggy locks drifting softly through the air with the simple movement.

"Let her be, but keep a close watch. It's us she's hunting, no doubt. Unlike my father and tribe, I dare say a few tricks won't throw her off our trail. So instead, let's prepare a warm welcome for her. Are you paying attention, Sylvannia?"

Her name was enough to break the heated, openly hostile stare the blonde elf had been giving her older sister. A silent nod was all he needed to see from her to be pleased.

“Also, as I was returning, I spied a spiral of smoke not even a day’s walk from here. Either someone is making camp or there is a home nearby. It might be wise to check it out. The only thing concerning me is the elf tracking us and her returning to her base with information of where to find us. By now, the forest elves must know what you have done and will hunt us with a vengeance. Since I have her weapons, I’m not too worried about her attacking us at the moment. I daresay she is disgraced with her leaders. Presenting knowledge of our whereabouts would certainly gain her favor in their eyes again."

"This is great news! Wait....what? The elf following us is the one you disarmed?! You're kidding me right?"

And yet it wasn't disbelief the two of them could see in his eyes, but mirth. Amusement. How reckless could this one be? Or was it ordered of her by her superiors? A rather effective punishment? Again Bjorn's mind drifted towards a possible rite of adulthood. Granted, he had yet to see this mysterious elf wench. The one time they had met, he had been careful to keep his eyes cast to the ground like the proper captured slave he had been pretending to be.

An unarmed sylvan elf, hunting them. It was almost as if she was begging to be added to their little group.

Hopefully they would meet soon. But before that.....

It was getting colder. The stone of the cave did little to retain heat for the three of them.

The possibility of a house.....a stable dwelling.....excited him more at the moment than another addition to what was becoming his harem.

"Eat Sylvannia. We'll go and examine that smoke tomorrow. Myria and I will take watches tonight and make sure our little elf pursuing us doesn't get too bold. As a reward for the supper, Myria.....I will take first watch."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Are you sure you saw a forest elf? The forest doesn't give up its shadows easily."

Myria nodded.

I am very sure. I would recognize another elf anywhere.

Myria shrugged.

“I would guess that she was sent out to track us by her superior. You have thoroughly angered the elves, Master. First by daring to take elves for your own and then setting fire to the cabin.”

Bjorn was quiet for a long moment and while wondering what he was thinking about, her eyes slipped over his shoulder to find her sister’s. The hostility she saw in Sylvannia’s eyes, made hers widen. What had she done to cause Sylvannia look at her so? Other than enforcing her sister’s bond to their master, that is and since Sylvannia was thoroughly enamored of their master, surely her younger sister overlooked that beginning by now. Myria’s eyes slipped down Syl’s body and came to rest on her flat stomach. Surely Master’s child was already growing in the other woman’s womb. Sylvannia had to know that would make her a favored one in his eyes. So why the hostile look? Master had made it clear from the beginning that he wouldn’t be setting Myria aside. He had claimed her first. She was useful. Myria drew herself up, standing tall despite the shivering that encompassed her body from lying upon and under the snow, waiting, at first, on game to appear and then to conceal herself from the tree elf.

"Let her be, but keep a close watch. It's us she's hunting, no doubt. Unlike my father and tribe, I dare say a few tricks won't throw her off our trail. So instead, let's prepare a warm welcome for her. Are you paying attention, Sylvannia?"

Sylvannia shifted uneasily as the stare she bestowed on her sister was broken. The nod she gave Bjorn was silent and curt. Myria’s eyes shot up to Syl’s face and the look she gave her younger sister, contained a silent warning.

Be careful, little sister. You may well be carrying his child to bring into this world, but you could be set aside.

The slight narrowing of Sylvannia’s eyes was all it took for Myria to realize her silent message had been understood. Bjorn’s words drew the huntress’ eyes back to his face.

"This is great news! Wait....what? The elf following us is the one you disarmed?! You're kidding me right?"

Myria’s lips tightened. She could feel tension coil in her gut and across her shoulder blades.

“The very same elf. The one that gave me her bow and quiver and the very one that put her dagger in my shoulder. She looked quite unhappy about being out of her element. Skittish too. I would gladly run her to ground, truss her up like a roasting chicken and deliver her to you. But, it shall be as you say, Master. “

She gave Bjorn a small smile.

“It isn’t much, Master. The berries however should hold off hunger for a little while longer. If you both will excuse me, I’ll head to the back of the cave to clean up. I heard water sounds coming from back there.”

Instead of heading that way, she went toward the fire and began stripping off her armor, setting it aside. With a minimal pause, Myria began stripping off her clothes and boots too, setting them to dry on a rock close to the fire. Naked and shivering she walked past the other two and headed for the darkened back of the cave, mentally preparing herself for a cold bath.

Water trickled down a wall from somewhere concealed in the rock wall. Pausing to dip her toes in the pool of water, she was surprised to find it lukewarm. A welcome find. Myria eased her cold body into the water with a sigh…..

Sylvannia’s eyes widened in disbelief as her older sister strode to the fire and stripped herself naked then boldly walked past them both without blinking an eye. The slut.

"Eat Sylvannia. We'll go and examine that smoke tomorrow. Myria and I will take watches tonight and make sure our little elf pursuing us doesn't get too bold. As a reward for the supper, Myria.....I will take first watch."

Master’s words were enough to make her take the pack from his hand as she walked toward the fire and sat down to eat. She silently watched him move toward the entrance of the cave, her eyes fastened on his back. Lean and trim, she drank him in, knowing from experience what lie under his kilt. Just the thought of it, made her throb with desire. Sylvannia shifted restlessly where she sat while chewing on a few of the berries. She would give anything for him to topple her over right now and sink his engorged cock deep inside her, taking and claiming what was his, forcefully, until she screamed her own surrender. It was only her earlier rejected attempts that kept her from going to him.

~~ ~~​

Her face was trying hard not to flame as Lyeth tried to relax against her restraints. The Healers were sure this would work. Let gravity do its job they advised. She lie with her head on pillows, her legs drawn up and splayed apart, tied at the ankles by silken cords fastened to the ceiling. Two of her four Healers were present. She hadn’t seen the need for more or even the second one, but the eldest healer assured his queen that two were necessary to complete this mission.

“Try to relax, My Queen.”

“Easier said than done, Elder Utus.”

“I realize this must not be easy for you, My Queen, but what we do, we each do for the preservation of our great nation. So far, none of the Chosen have impregnated you. This way must certainly work, hm?”

He beckoned to someone beyond her sight. Her second healer stepped close to Elder Utus, handing him a syringe. The second didn’t look toward her body. His eyes were glued to his work. Her hips jerked as she felt warm, strong fingers open her up, spreading her nether lips wide. Another, older, drier hand settled on her lower stomach reassuringly. Elder Utus.

“Easy, My Queen. We’re almost done here. Malas is just going to make things a little easier for this.”

Lyeth closed her eyes, unwilling to watch the two men standing between her splayed, secured legs. She felt something cold, cylindrical and slippery slide into her body and push deep. She was all too aware of the man holding her lips open with one of his hands. Then she felt something shoot into her. Elven sperm, was her guess. Elder Utus withdrew the syringe and gave a silent nod to Malas who took the elder’s place between her thighs. Utus crossed the room and let himself out before she felt Malas start to manipulate her body. His thumb nail raked across the hood of her clit, making her jump in surprise. Before she could vocalize her protest, his head lowered to her body, his wet mouth enclosing the bud that had been coaxed out of its hiding place. Lyeth moaned, straining against her ties that bound her ankles. His tongue stroked and suckled at the aroused bud. Two fingers of his other hand entered her portal, stroking it as his mouth tugged at her clit. Lyeth didn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing but her body didn’t protest. Her whimpers grew more stringent, more needy as he stroked and suckled her toward her peak. Malas’ head lifted from her body, his deep blue eyes sought her face.

“Let it come, My Queen. It will draw the sperm into your womb. Cum, My Queen.”

His head lowered toward her body once more, his mouth finding her clit and took it between his lips again as his fingers continued to stroke her. Her whimpers grew as her body began to quiver, her keening cry filling the room as her sex convulsed around his fingers…..

Lyeth lay gasping, her body quivering from her release. Malas drew himself up to his full height. His fingers withdrew from her body but he wasn’t quite done yet. She felt the lips of her sex spread around something firm being pushed into her, filling her. She felt the very walls of her cunt being stretched by the object.

“My Queen, I have inserted a plug into you to insure none of the sperm spills out. You will wear it until I come to release you in about an hour or so. I will withdraw the plug then as well. Until that time, I hope you can find some rest.”

Left alone to herself, Lyeth felt her vaginal muscles clench around the plug filling her. Her cheeks flamed anew with color. She was a wanton, no doubt about it. One of her healers, someone she had never had discourse with before had just made her orgasm. It mattered little that it was done to insure fertilization. She had enjoyed it. In fact, if she was honest with herself at all, she had to admit, she enjoyed every encounter with the males of her realm. Lying here, with her legs tied in the air, her ass elevated, her sex filled with sperm and plugged, she felt wicked. Thoroughly. Lyeth had but one thought. If this didn’t take, if she didn’t become pregnant, what would her healers try next?

 

[dryfter]

If bathing had been her intention, Bjorn was grateful Myria had chosen to at least disrobe before them. He never got tired of it, watching the confining armors slip away to reveal the tantalizingly firm body beneath. She had to know she that he was watching. For a moment the barbarian youth wondered if his mistress of the sword had planned this all along. And yet it was Sylvannia whom he had ingrained with the desire to seduce, not Myria. If she was lucky....the younger sister would be taking notes right about now. Damn he was hard, just from watching her undress. The evidence raised an alarming tent in the thick fabric that covered his loins.

No sooner had the thought of Sylvannia left his mind than he felt a touch from behind him, a calm and warm hand, slide gently over his shoulders. His muscles tensed slightly at the touch as a dark thought raged across his mind, bringing the heat of actual anger with it as well. Was this another act of jealousy? One sister trying desperately to divert his attention from the other?

Yet without looking, the touch became hesitant, fleeting....yet not completely leaving him. She had felt his reaction.....and silently, without giving up what pride she might or might not have left.....

She was asking his permission.

"Continue. It feels good."

His voice was kept low, yet he knew elven ears to be keen. Almost instantly the touch returned and the rest of Sylvannia with it, until he could feel the poignant tips of her breasts pressing against his back. Fingers kneaded clumsily, but at least she was trying.....and he hadn't been lying, it did feel good to be tended to at all. Though he was amazed she was showing this level of persistence after he had rebuked her earlier.

"You should get some rest. I have the first watch, but you will have the last. You wouldn't want to fail me on this, would you."

She was close enough now that the hot breath he had felt upon his ear caught slightly at the words. There was no doubt in what she had wanted from him.....and again she wasn't getting it.....

"Myria will have the second watch. That will leave you and I alone together...."

Bjorn left the suggestion hang where he knew Sylvannia would seize upon it. She wasn't being rebuked at all. He simply had much to think on at the moment and this wasn't the time to enjoy another dalliance with the lovely, yet obviously pampered younger sister.

"Spend some time thinking how you might make yourself of service tomorrow when we go do our little exploring."

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His watch came and went uneventfully. It was easy for Bjorn to pass the time simply by thinking of the two lovely elven sisters naked and willing in the cave behind him. The imagined fantasy of a downright sultry look from Myria as she had stripped earlier rather than the seeming indifference she had shown.....had down little to assuage the problem beneath his kilt.

Had she given him a look like that, he'd have seen to it that her armors no longer fit her in a few months time. As much as it was detrimental to dwell on such thoughts, the human youth couldn't help but return to them.

When he returned, sword in hand, its point was kept low and non threatening. Two sets of eyes glimmered in the firelight, no doubt awaiting his return.......one for a much different reason than the other......

"Gah....I forgot.....elves don't sleep much, do they? Still.....I have no regrets for taking first watch. I think about time that you're up next, Myria. Unlike the two of you.....I need to get some actual sleep."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The elf sat behind her desk, fingers impatiently drumming on the desk top as she stared off into space thinking for the umpteenth time that maybe, just maybe, she had been a little too harsh on Yuri. After all, she had sent Yuri out there to track the human and his females without any weapons whatsoever. She had sent the young elf out of her comfort zone, out of the trees, without a weapon by which to defend herself, a decision made out of anger. Santia got up from her desk abruptly and started pacing the small space that was her office. Her desk top was littered with maps. Her own superior to the North was expecting a report from Santia soon. What was she suppose to write? That the region was being terrorized by a lone human male who was taking females elves, enslaving them through the use of his sperm? The credibility of such a thing was absurd but they had seen evidence of such a thing over and over again. The small colony of humans to the south that she kept her eyes and ears on, seemed to lend credence to the postulation. However, right now? Santi was more than a little worried about Yuri. The human male was sneaky. The fact that he had a female elven warrior, one that now possessed Yuri’s weapons, simply added to her worry at this point.

~~ ~~​

Where Bjorn was concerned, Sylvannia felt truly chastised. Two days now. For two days he had spurned her advances and it bothered her. She missed him. Missed his body pressed close to hers. Missed his touch. Standing there behind him while Myria paraded her nakedness before them both like a wanton slut, she wondered how to get back into his good graces once more. Tentatively she moved closer, lifting a hesitant hand to his shoulder, letting her palm slide over it tenderly. She could feel the muscles beneath his skin tense and she pulled back slightly, not wishing to offend for doing something without being invited.

"Continue. It feels good."

She smiled, stepping closer, her fingers finding the tightened tissue and began to rub against it. The pressure exerted was firm, yet gentle. Sylvannia wasn’t good at this. She had always been the one on the receiving end of such ministrations. Her mind furious chased memories and tried to replicate the motions. Her fingers slid down his spine, to the small of his back, just above the line of his kilt.

"You should get some rest. I have the first watch, but you will have the last. You wouldn't want to fail me on this, would you."

Her soft breath wafted across the back of his ear as her fingers stilled on his skin just before they slid down and traced the material that lay against him, slipping slightly into the material.

"Myria will have the second watch. That will leave you and I alone together...."

Once more feminine fingers stilled and withdrew. Sylvannia lightly rested her forehead against his back. His words went straight to her clit with a zing and made her wet. Her heart jumped at the implication. Her lips pressed lightly to his shoulder before she withdrew and stepped back, going to find a place to get some sleep. She would not fail to follow his command. The reward for compliance was not something she was ready to give up. His final words followed her.

"Spend some time thinking how you might make yourself of service tomorrow when we go do our little exploring."

It was her final thought before sleep claimed her.

~~ ~~​

Myria neither looked right or left as she walked boldly past Bjorn and her sister. Although she knew that young man who was her master, was not unaffected by her nudity. She didn’t expect him to follow her however. He had Syl to sate his lust on now. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness at the back of the cave, allowing her to see effectively in the dark as she slid into the waters of the pool and though the waters were cool, they weren’t as cold as the stream that flowed outside. Her skin tingled as her body lowered itself into the water. It numbed the pain in her shoulder and with no one to see her eyes, the pain held tightly under control was allowed to surface. Shifting around in the pool until there was a rock beneath her head, Myria relaxed, spreading her thighs widely apart under the water’s surface, permitting the water to penetrate her inner core, chilling her and dulling the ache that threatened to flare there. The chillness of the water served to numb her nipples but it also hardened them into nuggets of granite. Myria dipped her hands into the water, cupping some to flush her face with. How was she to handle this now? Her need and desire for her master never abated but the threat of possible impregnation cooled her desire to a point and she wasn’t all that happy with him leaving her to go to Sylvannia. What else was there? He had taught her another way quench their need without the worry of a child being lodged into her womb but now, he had another female, one he could breed and until he knew for certain that his child grew in Sylvannia’s belly, his sperm would not be going to waste, she was sure. There was another splash of water to her face as Myria forcibly tore her thoughts away from such matters. Scooping up sand from the bottom of the pool, she scrubbed her skin roughly. Her watch was next, she needed to sleep.

~~ ~~​

Myria was already awake by the time Bjorn came to them, to wake her. Sylvannia, too, was awake and sat up against the wall slightly at the sound of his voice. In the darkness of the cave the eager expectation in her eyes turned to disappointment at his words.

"Gah....I forgot.....elves don't sleep much, do they? Still.....I have no regrets for taking first watch. I think about time that you're up next, Myria. Unlike the two of you.....I need to get some actual sleep."

Myria slipped to her feet, took up her sword and silently took her boots to the mouth of the cave where she sat down to draw them on before drawing on her armor as well. Sylvannia in the meantime, scooted over and waited for their master to join her. She waited until he had made himself as comfortable as possible. Syl glanced toward the opening of the cave where Myria was standing watch then looked back at the prone form of her master. Tentative fingers stretched out to touch his arm, slowly moving upward. When she wasn’t reproached, she grew bolder, going so far as to lean over him, her hair cascading over her shoulder like a golden rainfall that splayed across his chest. Her lips found and nibbled on his skin as her body slowly inched its way over his. Her lips made their way across his collarbone to his neck, nibbling and suckling along that column of flesh. Her hips moved with a seductive swirl upon his lower belly. Sylvannia’s lips found his earlobe and drew it between her teeth and suckled upon it a moment before her soft whisper found his ear…..

“Master?”

That single word asked many things.

 

[dryfter]

He wasn't asleep. Not yet. He hadn't forgotten.

She was quiet, and yet he didn't startle or jump at the sudden soft touch. In fact, it was his lack of reaction that spurred her onward. Her touch at his arm had felt good....warm....comforting. But it was her hair as it spilled across his chest, the color of burnished gold reflected in the firelight.....that soothed him the most. Light and delicate to the point that it was almost ticklish, Bjorn found himself doing his best to not openly laugh in response. In his struggles, he found his eyes opening to hers, acknowledging the inquisitive look in her gaze, the.....hope.

"Master?"

She had been working him over for a few minutes now. He could feel her teasing his neck and shoulders even as her fingers clutched at the muscles in his chest possessively. Could feel the heat of her desire pressed against him as she dared to drop her hips downward enough to slide along his hardened length.....his secret arousal a secret no longer.

A strong hand reached up to gently pull her down to him, Sylvannia's lips parting eagerly to receive him as she accepted his passion in the form of a deep, lingering kiss that had their tongues dancing as if they were woodland sprites during a springtime courtship.

When he finally pulled away, he could hear her breath, lusty and ragged on his cheek......

"Have I kept you waiting too long?"

Though she was here to serve him, for a moment Bjorn wondered if he had been too hard on her. Depriving her of the very thing he had brought her to crave more than anything. But just as he began to feel bad, the barbarian remembered Myria.....and the younger sister's earlier wickedness.....

The punishment had been enough. The only question that lingered now was if Sylvannia would learn before or after it had to be repeated. Still....now was not the time to think on such matters. Certainly not with the younger elf cooing with delight that he was awake, eagerly cradling his hands with her much smaller ones and lifting them to her full breasts.....

"If you make so much as a noise, I will stop."

For a second, lavender eyes grew wide, Sylvannia's cute and pouty mouth opening as if to protest. Obediently, the snapped shut without a sound, though perhaps a hint of shame remained in her eyes. It was quelled quickly enough when the pampered elf finally noticed the mischievous look in his eyes.

"I won't be having you using this as a way to torment your sister, who you no doubt know is well within range of hearing us."

And yet, where Sylvannia would have gone sullen at those words in the past, this time his words appeared to be absorbed silently and without her usual pout.

"You understand, don't you?"

His own words were the barest of whispers, though ones he knew her keen hearing could easily pick up, being this close to him. He frowned at her in mock reproach as their positions were suddenly reversed and it was she being pressed against the cold stone of the cave floor as he hovered above her.

"Whimpers I will permit. Soft gasps of delight are encouraged. You will not moan, you will not shriek, you will not even call out my name. Let's see just what mettle you are made of Sylvannia....."

And then.....with a wicked smile......Bjorn's lips descended to her open, inviting flesh. Nibbling as she had nibbled on him, her own collarbone amusing, delicate, and not nearly enough to satisfy either of them.

Only as he took his time exploring his sexy little elf pet would she know the true challenge he had laid out for her......

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She waited with bated breath for his reaction. Her heart pounding in her chest. Would he turn her away? Sylvannia wasn’t sure of his response. She remembered his words from earlier, had he? There was something inside her that wanted to please him, that didn’t want him to be angry with her any longer and he had been. That he had been displeased with her, he had made blatantly obvious. It seemed like forever as she stared down into his eyes, waiting. Then, his hand reached up and he pulled her toward him, his lips finding her own. Syl sighed softly into his mouth. In the second it took to blink, she was lost in the taste and the feel of him beneath her. The hardened full length of him pressed against her softness. She dared not do more than press herself against him, letting her wetness absorb into the material that still covered him and kept their flesh from touching. He released her mouth, making the tiniest of whimpers leave her lips.

"Have I kept you waiting too long?”

Her full, thoroughly kissed lips parted to reply but he forestalled her.

"If you make so much as a noise, I will stop.”

It was a moment that could have elicited a chuckle from him if he hadn’t been so serious at the moment. She now knew he meant what he said and settled for a feminine pout. Something she was good at, having perfected such a thing long ago when she realized such a gesture could and would, most times, cause her to get her way.

"I won't be having you using this as a way to torment your sister, who you no doubt know is well within range of hearing us."

Oh, she knew all right. She knew Myria craved Master as much as she, herself did, there was just one difference really. Sylvannia had no aversion to carrying his seed in her belly and Myria did. Her sister was ignorant. Didn’t she get it? Elven bloodlines were dying off. Their kind was going extinct. At least this way, mating with humans, they could continue to flourish even with diluted blood. Sylvannia didn’t understand what all the fuss was. Would it not be better to live than to die out altogether? Who knew what human blood mingled with Elven ones could produce. It was Myria’s stubbornness that always seemed to make Sylvannia want to torment her. Myria constantly displayed her high borne beliefs and it irritated her younger sister to no end. Sylvannia had silently smirked watching as her older, more traditional sister, splay herself open to Bjorn, relishing every thrust into her puritanical sister’s body even while wishing it was her he was fucking. That was another thing about Sylvannia, men had always found her more attractive than Myria. She had more suitors than… well, she couldn’t remember a single suitor for Myria. Her sister had always seemed far more interested in serving the Elven nation.

"You understand, don't you?”

His words drew her back from her thoughts but before she could reply, he had swiftly switched their positions so that now she lay upon the cold stone floor of the cave and he towered over her. Looking up into his eyes, her hands lightly roaming over his sides, Sylvannia felt herself growing wetter between her legs. Those same legs parted involuntarily on either side of his.

"Whimpers I will permit. Soft gasps of delight are encouraged. You will not moan, you will not shriek, you will not even call out my name. Let's see just what mettle you are made of Sylvannia....."

She caught a flash of a wicked, teasing grin and knew he was up to something, but thought was lost to something else has his head lowered. Her body tensed below him in anticipation of his touch. His lips found the side of her neck and made her fingertips dig into his ribs and her head tilt back, exposing more of it to his ministrations. The electrical tingle she felt at his touch started somewhere in her spine slithered down it to pool in her core, making her ache for him. She wanted to feel him filling her emptiness with his length. To feel him sliding back and forth inside her body, driving her need and her desire for him to a fevered pitch. Her lips parted to speak heated words and then she remembered. Sylvannia bit down on her bottom lip. An urgent muted sound emitted from her throat instead. His lips. The tip of his tongue as it slowly slipped across her collarbone. It was torture. It made her nipples harden into tiny boulders that pressed against the fabric of the dress she still wore. She wanted to be free of it. She wanted to feel his mouth, tongue and teeth on each hardened nub, tugging. Suckling. Her hands slipped around him to his back, fingers pressing into muscles there with a urgency he could hardly miss…..

~~ ~~​

Myria heard the faint sound of rustling and knew what it meant. Silently, she sat, staring out into the darkened night just as she heard the ever so soft murmurings from their master. Resolutely, her fingers found her bow and quiver, her sword was still lodged across her back as her shadowed silhouette slipped from the cave’s entrance and the fire there. She would not sit there and listen to them as Bjorn went about filling her sister’s willing belly. Especially not while her own femininity craved him. It was more than lust and desire, she realized as she trod through the night with only moonlight to illuminate her footsteps. Somewhere in their journey, she had come to care for him. Admired his beliefs and stood up for them, even though they were completely different to those of his clan. He had looked after her when she thought she would pass from this world from her injuries. Instead, he had found them shelter and he had spent weeks caring for her, making sure her wound healed that she was fed and kept warm. He might have had his own motives for doing so, but that didn’t dismiss all he had done for her.

Myria walked amongst the snow covered bushes, passed through the trees like a silent shadow on the earth’s plane with her thoughts. He had respected her fears, accepted her beliefs even if he had turned them into a tool, a punishment should she fail him in some way. She ached for him not only with her body but her heart. There was no solution from this quagmire. She was his. He wouldn’t let her go nor did she wish to leave him and through it all, she would just have to bear the knowledge that she wasn’t going to be his only. She may have been his first but she wasn’t by far to be his last. Myria was fast coming to the conclusion that Bjorn was set to build himself an empire or rather maybe rebuilding one. There would be more added to their “family” and she was to “recruit” these new family members. Her world and its reality had shifted from what it once was.

Myria slipped deeper into the shadows as she circled their cave. Her eyes were vigilant for predators that could threaten the two secure within their current abode, especially a singular wood elf who wanted nothing more than to see them all dead and her weapons restored to her keeping. Myria’s thoughts sharpened as the dark, the cold and the silence of the night embraced her.

~~ ~~​

From the night shadows of the tree, green eyes soundlessly watched the warrior elf glide through the night as if she was a part of it. The eyes of the wood elf retreated to the opening of the cave where faint firelight flickered. Yuri shifted restlessly on her tree perch. Her comfort was minimal, considering it was a lone tree, but was better than none. Did she dare? Did she even dare to hope that her dagger would be inside and even if she recovered it, could she overpower the other two elves inside and kill them before the warrior returned? Yuri leaned back against the trunk of the tree and contemplated.

 

[dryfter]

There was prey to be had.

Delicious prey. Soft and curvy and oh so tantalizingly close. The human male had passed deeper into the cave from which she had first noticed him. And where there where humans there sometimes was......

Yesssss......she had stepped out. Glorious and lithe, reflected in the moonlight. Her auburn hair was an eyesore, but that could be fixed easily enough, as could the keen flame of innocent love in the elf maiden's eyes. She was one of the human's thralls.....that much was certain. A pitiful creature now damned to serve an even more pitiable thing.

Sharp tipped ears twitched softly, not missing the soft whimperings emanating from deeper within the cave. The human was bedding down properly it seemed. A shame. An elf tainted with human sperm wasn't nearly as valuable to her cause.

She blended in perfectly. It was hard to tell where the blackness of her cloak ended and the ebony hue of her own skin began. Even her own hair color aided in her camouflage, a perfect snowy white that hardly seemed out of place this time of season.

The elf maiden gave a soft look of disgust and stepped further from the mouth of the cave entrance. Thin, grey lips twisted in satisfaction, a pink slender tongue slipping outward to moisten them slowly in sudden hunger.....

Oh, dear sweet elf......are you jealous? Come to me and I'll help you forget him......forever......

She shifted uncomfortably, though still silent enough to avoid detection. The soft, heated, moist throbbing between her thighs as her own corruption stained the simple leathers she was wearing was enough to nearly spur her into rash action. The thought of forcing this one.....bringing her lips to her forbidden fountain.....claiming her as she had been claimed once before......

Freeing her only to be enslaved once more.

A glimmer of moonlight froze her in place. Crystal blue eyes dropping instantly to see what had grabbed her attention. This one wasn't unarmed. This human wasn't stupid like some of the others she had poached from. The elf woman was a guard. All of that admiring of the fairer skinned one's body hadn't been simple desire either. This one had seen her share of combat.

It only took a moment for her to sigh softly in disappointment. She wasn't nearly prepared to take on a full fledged warrior. Best to make note of this place and perhaps return with others. Others who would slay the humans and invite new brethren into their ranks. The thought of the orgy that would ensue was enough to set her blood boiling. Blood that was best kept inside her body for now.....

The dark elf slipped away with a last angry scowl. Not a sound made, nor shadow produced. With any luck, there would be time yet.....time to call for their own warriors. The men would do. They were expendable. Best to simply let the men die on her blade.....overwhelming the elven swordmistress until the rest of them could claim her.

She was so deep in her lascivious thoughts that she very nearly made a fatal error. Luckily for her, however......she was not the one being hunted.....and she was far more akin to the shadows than the one who had nearly been her undoing.

Hungry eyes watched in growing amazement as another elf tirelessly stalked, never once dropping her guard, as if realizing that she herself could become prey at any moment. And yet.....it wasn't the fact that she had found another elf maiden that was surprising.....

This one was unarmed. And most shockingly of all.....from the hue of her skin, and the look of her leathers......she was a tree elf. Pearly white teeth flashed in the night even as thin fingers reached for the bindings of her own garments.
She was easily strong enough to subdue a single unarmed elf girl. Perhaps this night wouldn't be such a waste after all.

Glory be to the Dark Mother. She has surely gifted me.

Her armors were discarded one by one.....and yet she was no lighter of complexion for it. Only the soft shimmering of her own arousal, a near golden hue, threatened to give her away.

She didn't try for stealth here. Why should she? There was nothing around but just her and her prey. Best to give chase, and not let the rarest of elves escape. Still.....her natural aptitude for caution lightened her step and brought her nearly a dozen steps away from the lovely maiden before the stirring of the half frozen grass finally gave her away.

Like a panther, she charged, streaking through the shadows even as the other elf's eyes widened in recognition and horror. Her sharp cry of alarm would no doubt be heard by the elf at the cave, but by now she had put a good distance between herself and them.

It was a cry that was abruptly cut off as the first punch was thrown, a well timed blow to the younger elf's midriff that stunned her to the point of almost driving her to her knees.

It was a place that suited her, considering what her tormentor had in mind. Even as Yuri looked up to beg, her own eyes shimmering with horror and dread......a well shaped thigh slid along either side of that ruddy skinned face.....and pressed her close to where she was needed most. Fingers tangled violently in the dark hair of her prey as she ground lustily against the ranger's face. All it would take is a drop.....and her mouth had been open when her sapphic attack had been launched.....

The dark elf hissed in pain as sharp nails drew blood across her taut buttocks. But a second later and a low groan of pleasure and desire was the unexpected response.

"Yess.....scratch me.....bite me.....maul me......"

Long minutes passed before scratching gave way to exploratory massaging......Yuri's struggles fading rapidly as time crawled until finally the hands confining her softened slightly......

"That's it.....I taste good, don't I? Drink deeply....as much as you want......"

Slender hips shook slightly as the once tormentor now felt the welcoming slide of a warm tongue enter her precious nook. Hands that were once demanding now caressed Yuri's cheek lovingly....encouragingly.....

"So good, lover......so good.....keep building me up......I'm so close....."

Yet as she looked down, there was a wicked smile painted vividly across her own elven visage. While this ranger's mouth worked new and wicked wonders upon her tenderest flesh.....the same elf's eyes shone brightly of horror and panicked disbelief. It was the same look a fly might give to a spider.....as the freshly bitten creature felt the venom slowly claiming it.....

A moment later, and she was biting her lip hard enough that a soft trickle of blood ran down its corner to color her chin and mottle the ground beneath with a splash of crimson. Hands crushed the tree elf's face into her quivering mound as she struggled to not give in and evoke further sound as her orgasm crashed around her. Slender bodies both shivered and convulsed as she drove her poison, the essence of her corruption into the now helpless elf beneath her.

She rolled off of her moments later. Both of them laying there, now heedless of the chilly air in the heat of their illicit coitus. She no longer had to fear of her prey escaping....certainly not now that she had tasted the sweetest of her fluids. Even now as their eyes met.....the brightness that had been there before had dimmed just a little.....the horror that had been there, completely gone, only to be replaced by curiosity......

"What is your name?"

"Yuri, mistress."

"You know what comes next, Yuri. Undress for me."

On wobbly legs, the ranger stood, though never once tried to run. Shaky fingers instead, slowly undid the bindings and knots of venison sinew that had held her leathers to her. Yuri smiled bashfully as her newfound lover whistled softly in appreciation. The elf was young as elves go....but that just made her more desirable, and much, much more impressionable. What she lacked in breast size, she more than made up for in flaring hips and tapering legs. It was a shame that the males of the surface had become impotent. In a few years from now, Yuri would be very popular with the males of her kind.....

"Now lay down, Yuri."

"Please don't do this, mistress."

The once proud ranger now trembled, yet not once did she appear to resist, settling softly down into same ground she had been soiled on once already.

"You will address me as Melissana. Soon, you will have no mistresses. Soon.....you will be free.....then, you will tell me everything you know about the tree elves here.....who you were hunting when I came upon you......"

"No....please no, mistress Melissana.....please....."

That delicious look of fear had returned.....the look alone brought the dark elf's libido back in a flash. There was indeed resistance left in this one....but it was that of an insect already helplessly secured in the webbing of a cocoon, awaiting the final fatal bite.....

Yuri's groan was low and agonizingly panicked as Melissana slipped silkily between thighs that seemed to part of their own accord, knowing full well what her mistress desired. A second later and that sound was ripped from her throat as their cores touched in a flash of searing heat....

"No....no.....no....."

The dark elf just grinned wickedly as she let her hips move just a little....drawing her own tainted slit fully across those of the captured. The soft shudder that resulted was fully relished.....

".....stop....."

She thrust again....pressing more firmly this time.....cooing softly as Yuri's trembling arms flailed helplessly.....half wanting to push the dark elf away, yet settling instead on a firm breast, the dark nipple diamond hard against the soft palm that cupped it.

"....please...."

The elf maiden shuddered softly beneath Melissana. Tentatively, the ranger's own muscled hips rose in response....her breath rapidly gaining speed......the wood elf's face flushed slightly with arousal.....

"Feels so....good.....like....you're melting into....me....."

It had only taken a few minutes, but now the once reserved Yuri was growling aggressively....bucking against her lover's moist embrace as their pussy kissed and slid against each other.....the electric current of their taut buttons colliding coming with increased frequency.....

"M-mistress.....something......is coming......"

The dark elf just sneered, "You pitiful sylvan....haven't you climaxed before? Fine then. Cum on my dirty tainted pussy. Release all that innocence you've been holding on to...."

The night sky filled with a sharp cry for the second time that night.....this time lasting much longer than the first.....its tone changed as well. Hardly the alarmed sound it had initially been.....

Melissana looked down at the elf maiden, now wrapped in the delicious throes of agony. Only then....when the convulsions were those of pain, the dusky skin of the wood elf darkening far beyond anything resembling her kin.....the roots of her once lustrous hair bleaching before her lover's eyes, the darkness being leeched away until only purest white remained.....

Only as each agonized shriek split the silence of the night as the change and the corruption caused her to spasm hard into her tormentor's still outsplayed thighs.....

Did Melissana finally find her own much needed release.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Use to the night sounds, Myria paid them little heed but something made her still. A sound. Perhaps. Her breathing went quite shallow and soft as her hearing sharpened. Time spun. Myria stood still as a statue. Nothing. Yet, she had heard something. Perhaps it had been Sylvannia, caught up in the throes of passion that Master was eliciting from her. The armed elf resumed her walk with a brief shrug of her shoulders. Something rustled off in the dense brush to her right, Myria didn’t slow or stop. It was a small nocturnal animal, she was almost sure of it. As she walked, there was silent admiration for the way the silvery moonbeams cast shadows and light. Now and then a look was cast to the scattered trees and their own shadows among the limbs to see if any silhouette of the tree elf that was tracking them could be found, so far, no such luck.

Myria was returning to the point she had started from. Everything was relatively quiet. She had scared up a couple of rabbits from their cozy spot under a bush. Her arrows had been true and now those rabbits were tied by their feet and dangled upside down from her hand. At the entrance of the cave, she glanced briefly inside and heard bodies moving on the loose first of the cavern’s floor. She sat outside of the cave, close enough to warm her cold skin by the fire, but not close enough to clearly hear what was going on within. With her back to the cave, she began to field dress the rabbits, one at a time, carefully skinning the fur from the body. She’d make use of these furs later, after they were cured. Setting the carcasses aside, Myria got up and retrieved several thin branches, went back to the fire and using the tree elf’s dagger, began whittling them to her satisfaction before constructing a small spit over the fire with the green limbs. One more, with sharpened ends, was used to skewer the rabbit meat on and set over the fire to slowly roast. The huntress cleaned the dagger and placed it back in her boot before drawing her legs to her chest. Violet, slightly slanted orbs, glanced to the sky and found it becoming lighter as a prelude to the new morning’s arrival.

The smoke that she had seen curling lazily in the air to the west of them, had been extinguished but Myria suspected it would return with the morning light. Bjorn had made it clear that they were going to investigate the source. The elf hugged her legs closer to her body. Had the smoke come from a homestead in the woods? What or rather, who would they find? More humans? The thought made Myria leery. She didn’t want to encounter more humans or would it be elves? If it was elves, would Master seek to incorporate them into the family? Well, no use getting worked up into a frenzy of worry until they discovered what they were up against.

Periodically, Myria shifted from her position to turn the meat slowly sizzling over the fire. Her eyes critically looked over the browning meat. The rabbits weren’t exactly fat but there was enough to feed them all. However, if they were going to settling in somewhere for the winter, she was going to have hunt further away to find bigger game. If only they had some salt as well. Thoughts turned to how to procure some, both for cooking as well as curing furs.

Soft sounds emitted from the back of the cave, Myria tuned them out. She was exempt from breeding, it made her less of a desirable commodity where sex was concerned these days.

Oddly…. the thought made her ache.

 

[dryfter]

He had just about reached the pinnacle of his labored love with her. Had teetered on the edge of filling his wanton little elf, coating her once more with his warm, verile seed. And yet....just as Bjorn felt his balls begin to tingle with impending release....just as Sylvannia curled her legs about him, holding him fast, buried deep within her velvet vice.....

The screaming started......

"What the FUCK?!"

Panic over rode lust as the young barbarian cast his gaze about the cave, desperately searching for the sword he had set aside. Sylvannia's breath caught, her grip upon him loosening. Yet there wasn't so much as a single whimper of disappointment as he fled from her heated embrace.....racing to the mouth of the cave with elven steel in hand, mindless of his state of undress.

Myria was there. Bjorn silently thanked every single god and goddess his father had taught him of.....though whether they heard, he would never know. His warrioress was tense, strained, frowning into the darkness....and every bit the alert defender he had known she was would be.

"I was worried it was you."

She had heard him coming long before he appeared. Of that Bjorn had no doubt. Surely he must seem a clumsy footed fool in the presence of two graceful angels. And yet, they never looked down upon him. Despite the fact that he had a hand in that......Bjorn was grateful for it none the less. Myria cast a solemn glance in his direction upon his approach. The human youth knew better than to think that she missed the fact that his kilt was gone for now.....and that his still swollen cock jutted outward from his lanky body despite the night's chill.

"What do you think it is? Should we investigate? Or should we remain here and hope it passes us by without notice?"

His curious nature was warring with his better sense. Bjorn knew better than to venture out into the dark, an ebony cloak his own eyes couldn't possibly pierce. But a part of him realized that the scream....what had worried him, and yet....even Sylvannia.....who had crept silently up behind him, her touch ghosting softly across a sturdy shoulder.....

The cry had been undeniably female. Nor was it content to fade away any time soon, lasting several minutes in which Bjorn stood there.....trying to defy all human capabilities where dark vision was concerned. There was no mistaking the agony in the cry, it was enough to make his hair stand on end. And yet there was nothing he could do......he wouldn't risk either of them, especially knowing that they were being followed. This could very well be a trap.

Myria might be the warrior, but Bjorn knew enough about simple tactics to know that groping blindly in the darkness, even with the help of two who could see at least a little better than he......would be a horribly irresponsible mistake. He had answered his own question before he even noticed the reproach in Myria's eyes.

"Very well then. We stay here. Though I dare say I won't be getting much sleep tonight."

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Sleep came unbidden. Slaughtering his senses when he wasn't looking. Thankfully Sylvannia had been too unnerved to continue her advances, instead choosing to help him lose his battle. The elf maiden's touch was relaxing, soothing muscles he'd rather not have soothed. Kneading his shoulders and neck until his head drooped softly, his back propped firmly against her bare form.

"He sleeps."

The words were barely uttered, yet she knew her older sister could hear.

"It will be my watch soon, sister. Come....keep hold of your blade and take my place with him. I will borrow his."

A soft smile played out across Sylvannia's face as she slipped from behind him, the softest sigh of disappointment enough to salvage her pride. She had been so close with him....to him....and yet, while she had failed to get him to pour his potency into her, she had brought him peace at least. That was almost as good......almost. Surely he would be pleased with her on the morrow?

Sylvannia watched as Myria slipped behind him. Strong arms enfolding him almost instantly and felt just the tiniest pang of jealousy. If given a chance, it would be her, not her sister....who could be caring for the Master like that. But that was not the case.....

"I'm scared sister. So I won't be going as far from the cave mouth as you did."

At least she wasn't afraid of admitting it. The blade in her hand, Bjorn's blade, trembled and shook. And yet, the elf maiden took a deep breath and steeled herself, the silvered length steadying before Myria's very eyes.

"I will do this. Master wishes it."

The younger elf strode with faux bravado to the cave's entrance and awaited the coming of dawn.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The screaming started......

Myria jumped to her feet. Her eyes searching the darkness. Bjorn appeared from out of the darkness. Her eyes shifted to his form, dropping without conscious thought to the appendage between his legs and with sudden awareness, realizing he was still hard, her violet gaze shifted abruptly back to the darkly shrouded land in front of them.

"What do you think it is? Should we investigate? Or should we remain here and hope it passes us by without notice?"

Without so much as turning her head, Myria debated within herself. Every fiber in her body screamed for her to move, urging her to investigate the sound. The sound had been feminine, beyond all doubt. Had their trailing sylvan cousin run afoul of something? The tree elf was their enemy. There was little doubt that the elf would return to her sisters with a full report of where to find them and then the fate that would befall the three of them wasn’t a lovely thing.

"Very well then. We stay here. Though I dare say I won't be getting much sleep tonight."

For the first time since she came under his care, she gave thought to disobedience. Even knowing the penalty for it, Myria still contemplated it. Seriously. If it had been their sylvan cousin, whoever she was, she was still an elf. Myria was hard put to remain and not do anything but it wasn’t her call to make. Shortly thereafter, Bjorn spun and returned to interior of the cave. Sylvannia’s eyes met her sister’s briefly, before she too followed their master.

~~ ~~​

There wasn’t a need to bind the newly turned dark elf, Yuri followed Melissana docilely back to the dark elf camp, a cave set in a mountain side. On their trek into the mountain and below ground, the pair were stopped several times by male dark elves who stared at Yuri like a ravenous dog stared at a bone. The unarmed ranger moved closer to Melissana. The dark elf laughed, shoving her shoulder into what had once been a tree elf.

“Get use to it, girl. You’re fresh meat. They’re all going to want a turn at you.”

Melissana stopped, lacing her fingers in the disheveled elf’s hair, yanking her newest conquest closer so her tongue could trace a path up a slender neck to an ear, before whispering huskily into it.

“And you want to know something, Yuri? They’ll all get one too.”

Strong teeth closed on the shell of Yuri’s ear, making the latter shiver and whimper. Melissana’s soft, throaty laughter filled Yuri’s ear.

“Was that a whimper and a shudder for expected pleasures?”

Without waiting for a reply, Melissana let the female go, gave her a small shove up the path and followed directly behind. They were met at the cave’s entrance by two guards, who gave Yuri a hungry stare but didn’t stop them. Yuri stumbled a little as her eyes fought to acclimate to the dark interior of the cave. Fear rolled through her slender body. She had never been underground before. This place didn’t set well with her.

“Keep going, girl. Druger is waiting.”

“Who’s Dru---“

“Melissana," his tone was pleasantly surprised, "Who is this tender little morsel you have brought back today?”

The pair of female elves stopped as the slender male came forward. Yuri couldn’t take her eyes off of him. His eyes were an intense blue and when his gaze came to her, they seemed to pierce her soul. Melissana gave Yuri a small shove forward at the shoulder.

“This is Yuri. I found her in the woods as I was contemplating taking a warrior female. That one was armed. I figured we could send the men out for her. She came from a cave in the valley. There might be more of them.”

“Well, Yuri,” Druger fixed his blue gaze on the ranger, “are there more elves in that cave Melissana mentioned?”

Yuri held his look for a few seconds then glanced to the floor of the cave they were in. She had been sent to scout out the human and his two female elven captives. She was loathed to give another the information she had gathered so far. Strong, slim fingers captured her chin, forcing her to look at the male elf before her.

“Not talking, are you? There’s a cure for that."

Melissana stepped closer and began to strip Yuri's clothes from her body. Druger released Yuri’s chin and stepped back, giving Melissana room to work. Yuri’s eyes fastened on the female dark elf.

“Mistress… please… “

There was a pleading look in Yuri’s eyes but Melissana didn’t cease. Yuri was stripped of her clothing until she stood before both of them naked as the day she was born. Druger’s eyes slipped over the nude elf then flashed to the other female with them. His lips held a ghost of a smile that was both dark and wicked. As Melissana started to get undressed, his eyes glittered even more wickedly, allowing his gaze to linger on the female. Without saying another word, Druger nodded toward the back of the cave, before turning on his heel and striding into the darkness. Melissana gave Yuri another shove, this time a little rougher than the other one had been, causing Yuri to stumble a bit. She managed to keep her footing, however. Weaving their way through the darkness of the cave, which was only illuminated by the periodic wall sconce, they found Druger standing bare chested waiting for them to join him.

“On your hands and knees, Yuri. “

The command was not followed immediately. The words had seeped into Yuri’s brain but hadn’t registered as yet. Before Druger could repeat the command, Melissana pushing the elf to the ground. A kick to Yuri’s mid-section brought forth a grunt.

“He said, hands and knees. Surely you’re familiar with the position, sylvan wench.”

“Yes, mistress…..Melissana.”

The rounded curve of Yuri’s ass was presented to Druger. His eyes wandered over the view and then lower, before they sought out Melissana, whose eyes glittered wildly in the dark. A look passed between the dark elves. Melissana slipped to the floor, positioning herself under Yuri. Her mouth was aligned with the ranger’s bare pussy.

“Lower yourself onto my mouth, Yuri.”

Yuri’s eyes widened. Her fingers scraped into the earthen floor beneath her hands.

“No… please… not… no….”

Not here. Not now. Not in front of him. This couldn’t be happening. A strong hand slipped into her hair, fisting it. Leisurely pulling her head back. She could feel him towering over her, his head coming alongside hers, his lips finding the shell of her ear.

“Do it, Yuri. Lower that nasty little pussy of yours unto Melissana’s face. She’s going to get you wet for me because I’m going to fuck you until you tell me what I want to know. Make no mistake, you will tell me, elf and as you are doing so, I’m going to flood that pussy of yours with my cum. I’m going to press my cock against the entrance to your womb until I flood it. She turned you, but I’m going to thoroughly enjoy you.”

His teeth nipped her ear and pulled Yuri’s head back even further, forcing her to lower her hips toward Melissana’s mouth. The elf underneath eagerly sunk fingers into the soft molded mounds of Yuri’s ass, lips parting for a hungry tongue as it snaked its way across the sylvan’s slit. Deft fingers reluctantly removed themselves from the globes of Yuri’s ass, parting the nether lips of the captive elf's mound. Wetness and warmth suddenly surrounded the ranger’s clit, making her jerk as sharp teeth scraped across it. A finger penetrated her as the hold on her hair was released and Druger’s presence fell away. Not for long though. Yuri was fast becoming lost to the pleasure of Melissana’s mouth when she felt leather against the back of her thighs. The sound of clothing rustling penetrated her consciousness. His weight was soon pressing against her back as she felt the swollen head of his cock penetrate her. A distressed cry left her lips. The pressure of him pressing into her was a steady thing. Yuri felt like her insides were on fire as her body parted and opened to him. Melissana’s tongue and mouth tormented her. Against her will, Yuri felt herself becoming wet. Her hips ground against the other female’s mouth as she shuddered.

“Tell me,” the words were breathed into Yuri’s ear as hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. Druger’s cock drilled deeper into elven core. His hips paused momentarily before his hips roughly plunged forward. His pelvic region ground against the captive elf’s ass before withdrawing and then roughly plowing deeper. Her wetness made the going slick. It wasn’t long before Yuri’s hips were grinding back into him. Soft whimpers leaving her lips. Druger reared upward, his cock buried to the balls inside her, his fingers sliding against her scalp, her hair captured and drug back, forcing her head back, exposing her throat.

“Tell me,” he demanded once more as he continued to surge inside her body, making a shudder roll through the impaled elf, her slick tunnel gripping the length of him. Melissana’s mouth ramped up its action. Yuri was fast turning into a spineless, mindless thing. Her tongue scraped across dried lips.

“Two,” Yuri swallowed, fingers digging into the loose dirt beneath her palms, “two female elves…..one…one…” she groaned aloud as Druger probed against the entrance to her womb.

“One, what?” His tongue traced the shell of her ear as his thumb and forefingers wrapped themselves around her nipples and tugged as he leaned over her, “tell me, little elf. Tell me and I will make you cum.”

His hips withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained at the entrance of her slit. Melissana’s tongue left its charge and slipped along the length of it, tasting the sylvan on his cock. Druger shuddered as Melissana tongued his cock. The wicked tongue returned to its given work, tormenting Yuri’s clit. Capturing it between her teeth, she sucked it into her mouth, milking it. The effort was rewarded as Yuri quivered and keened softly. Her pussy was in pain. It was empty. She was so close to cumming. Druger’s tongue slid down to her throat, tracing the pulsing vein there.

“I won’t ask again, elf. The next thing I’ll do if you don’t answer me will be to shove this hard cock up your ass without any preparation and ravage you there. Surely you do not wish the pain that comes with such actions.”

Yuri shook her head, as much as that was possible, given that Druger had her hair pulled back. His cock teased her entrance as he pushed the head barely between her nether lips. The muscles in her pussy twitched and clenched.

“There’s… there’s… a …. a… oh please….”

She wailed, desperately trying to plunge herself onto his cock and failing. His fingers tightened in her hair as his mouth closed over her neck. His teeth sinking into tender skin. A silent warning.

“There’s a …a…human male with them.”

The words left her lips at the same time he shoved the full length of himself into her. His hands leaving her hair and tit to fasten onto her hips as he drove himself deeper into her body. Melissana sucked harder, her tongue flickering over the needy elf’s clit. Yuri’s keening became louder, until it filled the darkness around them. With a final grunt, he thrust deeply and held himself pressed into her as he emptied his balls, flooding her tunnel with his essence. The head of his cock pressed against the opening of her cervix. Melissana’s tongue busily lapped around Yuri’s slit where Druger’s cum leaked out, making Yuri twitch almost painfully. Caught between the two, Yuri’s body quaked and rocked, clenched and rippled until her upper body collapsed to the cave floor as she struggled to breathe. Druger’s cock lazily rocked inside the cum soaked pussy before he withdrew and watched as the greedy Melissana lapped up what overflowed. A very satisfied masculine chuckle rent the air as he put his wet, spent cock away. Melissana was such a greedy cunt. In the meantime, Melissana got to her feet, jerking a whimpering Yuri to hers before giving the whimpering Yuri a hard shove, deeper into the cave. As Melissana's shoulders came alongside Druger's, she gave him a look.

"Wait for me in the war room."

Druger bowed his head, turned on his heels and left. There was no telling how long Melissana planned to entertain herself with her newest toy, but he easily could see it taking hours. With a sigh, he headed for the war room to wait for his mistress' arrival.

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"He sleeps."

Syl’s voice broke into Myria’s reverie.

"It will be my watch soon, sister. Come....keep hold of your blade and take my place with him. I will borrow his."

Myria was loathe to do as her sister bid. She was no replacement for her sister but the girl was right, her watch was coming to an end. Getting to her feet, sword in hand, Myria made her way back to the other two. Setting aside her weapon just long enough to remove her armor, she slipped down to the cave floor as Sylvannia moved to get up, allowing Myria to take her place.

"I'm scared sister. So I won't be going as far from the cave mouth as you did."

Myria looked up at her younger sibling and nodded slightly.

“Wise choice, sister. You should be afraid. Something happened out there tonight. Stay close to the fire and stay inside the cave. Do not try and be what you are not, Sylvannia. You were not cut out to be a warrior.”

As if to emphasis her point, the blade in Sylvanna’s hand trembled. Syl drew in a deep breath, standing tall as she looked down at her sister and their master.

"I will do this. Master wishes it."

Myria watched silently as her sister turned and made her way to the mouth of the cave to take up her watch. For the first time in her life, a glimmer of respect entered her eyes for her younger sibling. As the darkness swallowed Slyvannia, Myria closed her eyes with a soft sigh, letting her head drop back against the cave’s wall, her arms tightening around the sleeping form of their master.

 

[dryfter]

A third set of crystal blue eyes, slitted narrowly, watched the whole scene. There was a new girl. Fully changed now, one of them. She was unable to tell which of the surface races the girl had belonged to, nor did it matter. In silence, she stood, watching as the male rutted shamelessly the new blood among them....for a moment forgetting his place as he "interrogated" her. Still....she let it pass, for now. Druger was well known for his sexual prowess....and indeed had found his way into her bed on more than one occasion as well.....

"Wait for me in the war room."

At least now, the pitiful male kowtowed and remembered his place. Now that she could see from where she stood...the thin pearlescent strand of his firmly planted seed leaking softly from the new girl's battered pussy.

"And Druger....I'll make sure by tomorrow's evening, she pays you back for your injustices. I hope you're able to prepare yourself."

Melissana spun at the sound of the voice, her trip to the war room gone as quickly as her self assured bluster in the face of the male.

"Be thankful Melissana ordered her bred, or I'd have your scrotum used to house the mistress' spider nests. I'm sure the sensation of having them born and eating their way out would help you remember how to address your superiors....even when mating them."

The warrior that had once appeared so proud, paled visibly despite his dark skin. It was a look....that suited him well.

"Lady Siobhan....."

A dismissive wave was all it took to silence Melissana, and for once, a command was heeded around this place.

"Come child."

The dark elf stepped forward from the cave shadows she had been using as concealment. Draped head to toe in the finest silks of royal purple, she was nothing like the armor clad Druger had been....or even the leather clad, stealthy Melissana. And yet her aura......

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this one was far...far....more dangerous.

"I care not for two lonely elves and their human. If Melissana wishes to stage a raid, then she may do as she wishes. She is mine after all....and I have bid her to amuse herself in any way she sees fit in so long as it does not conflict with my....personal interests."

Slowly, the freshly fucked elf clambored to her feet, still a little wobbly after having been forced sexually for the second time this evening. Shrewd eyes met the young elf's. To her credit, the girl didn't flinch, a fact that made the Lady want to slap her impudent face....and yet she held her poise.

"But poor little Melissana will never advance in station past what she is now. She thinks too small, you see. She's content to steal two broken elves from a human master....and while that might be entertaining.....I believe you have the key to the true prize, don't you?"

Gently she turned....Yuri's hand firmly held.....leading her ever deeper into a darkness that her eyes could now penetrate.....

"Tell me of your cities....where you come from.....your family.....your friends.....and let us hope that they can soon experience the same freedom....the same power.....that you now enjoy."

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"Sylvannia."

Both sisters turned to him then....the younger elf's eyes alight with hope, while the older's gaze spoke more of curiosity and perhaps even a slight shade of dread. What had he done now to earn a look like that? Or was he even imagining things.

"Don your clothing. I won't have you standing watch naked as you are."

Bjorn waited until his orders were heeded, and to her credit, they were heeded quickly. There was no doubt in his mind that his command had brought a small measure of relief to the striking blonde....especially after that horrible scream.

"I will do this. Master wishes it."

Bjorn nodded softly. She was scared. As scared as Myria was concerned. Both obvious, and yet both trying so hard to hide it. The barbarian couldn't help but think that Syl might just have more steel to her than Myria gave her credit for. Then again....that same steel was hardly polished, nor was Sylvannia likely to desire it that way. Certainly not when she could be lounging in his bed instead, showering him with her attentions.

"See to it that you do. Our lives depend on you now, Sylvannia. Remain strong and vigilant."

Bjorn retreated with a yawn to the small alcove in the cave he had been using to curl up with the now watchful elf. The eager touch of her older sister belied the aura of indifference she was trying to give off. Still....the fact that Myria did not shed her armors when she finally moved to lay down with him, spoke volumes.

He was too exhausted to engage in a proper love making with Myria. Nor did she seem to keen on making her own advance on him, dressed as she was. Still....Bjorn was pleasantly surprised to feel her touch....gentle hands slipping about him and pulling him close. A softly contented sigh breezing across his consciousness as Myria waited for him to make himself comfortable. It took several attempts before his head found a crook in her leathers.....a minute more to realize just where his head now rested.....

And a minute more after that.....for slumber to finally claim the spent barbarian again......

 

[DarkWarrioress]

They slept.

There was some point before the dawn came calling and Myria found herself on hands and knees on the cave’s floor. His fingers were laced into her hair, exposing the slender line of her throat while steadying himself between her spread thighs, his hips rocking against her buttocks. His free hand wandered the planes of her body as if memorizing each line and curve. The palm of his hand roaming over her lean hip and brushing over the arc of muscle that was her flank. Her ass flexed against as he ground into her, driving the spear of his cock deeper into her vaginal canal. The mushroom head pressed against the opening of her womb and stilled. She could feel it pulsate, making her draw a sharp indrawn breath. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, squeezing him. Enticing him to probe deeper. His body leaned over hers. His lips found the shell of her ear. Teeth nipped at it as his fingers tightened in her hair.

“Tell me, Myria.”

The command was barely more than a whisper. Seductive. Authoritative. His groin was pressed tightly against her ass. So tightly she could feel the head twitch against her cervix.

“Tell me. What should I do? Pour my cum into your womb? Would you like that? I would love to see your belly grow big with my child….”

His words trailed off hotly against her ear before his lips ventured to the tender flesh of her shoulder, leaving a wake of fire as they traversed a path of erotic pleasure, meant to arouse her further. His free hand wandered over her hip to rest flatly against her belly, pressing inward with enough pressure to draw her buttocks up against him even tighter if that was possible. His fingers slowly slid toward her mound, seeking out that pearl of nerves that could toss her over the edge of sensual pleasure, causing her to tighten around him. His fingers slid lower, rubbing against her, gathering her own arousal before sliding back over her quivering, blood swollen nub. As he rubbed against it, her body jolted, up and back against him, making her moan in something akin to blissful torture. Multiple sensations slithered down her spine and settled between her legs. His lips traveled across her shoulder to the back of her neck where his mouth paused a moment before his teeth sunk lightly but firmly into the nape of her neck. His hips drew back then pushed forward again, this time stronger than before. His grip on her flesh eased long enough for him to hiss fiercely….

“Tell. Me.”

“I…want….” She whispered, “I…I… want you to……”

Myria startled herself awake. It was her training that kept her completely still as her mind sought to catch up with her body, making her realize where she was and with whom. Her head shifted slightly as her eyes opened. It took every ounce of discipline she owned to force herself to breathe normally.

How in the world had she….when had he…..

Her cheek was resting on his naked thigh. His kilt had ridden up during the night. Their places had switched somehow. When they had drifted off to sleep, he was lying on her thighs. Now, he was stretched out on the cave floor and it was her head in his lap. Her lips not far from his now rigid member. The coolness of the cave across her chest made her glance down and note that sometime during the night she had removed her armor. Had she been so tired that it was done in her sleep? She must have been. It was still dark. She could hear Syl at the cave’s mouth, feeding the fire from the wood that had been collected earlier. Myria’s head tipped back to its original position. Her warm breath blew across his stiffened male member, making it twitch in response. A quick glance upward revealed that Bjorn still slept. Exhausted, no doubt. Myria’s eyes returned to wander over his flesh and without realizing she had done so, her tongue flickered out to touch him. He felt warm and hard against her tongue tip. It slipped slowly up the column of firm male flesh, leaving in its wake a wet trail of her saliva. The thigh beneath her cheek, stirred. Her tongue quickly withdrew and her eyes closed suddenly. Myria’s body went still as she forced her breathing into a semblance of normality.

Maybe it was her dream, which had seemed so real to her…. Maybe it was the answer she had been about to give her master in that dream…. But whatever it was that had spooked her into a waking moment… had shaken Myria to her core.

What was happening to her?

 

[dryfter]

Very little was lost on their guard, as much as she should have been watching the outside of the cave more than the interior. Since the scream that had sent them all scrambling to their feet, the rest of the night passed by in a rather boring fashion. It wasn't that Sylvannia wasn't being diligent. The younger sister kept close watch on their surroundings, knowing that her life would be the first to be extinguished should she fail to do just that.

It was the surge of jealousy that kept her glancing back to where Myria lay with her Master. It was a bitter potion to swallow, and yet she was getting used to it. There was no changing her fate. Days ago she had been fully clothed, months ago she had been waited on hand and foot, given everything she pompously demanded.

Yet she had never been as happy as she was when Bjorn was filling her. A lone hand drifted across her scantily clad stomach, wondering for a moment if she had indeed ripened with her Master's seed yet. Only time would tell, yet she was not one to leave things to chance. And so even now she longed to be the one contemplating the hidden treasure they both knew lay beneath his kilt.

Why then?

Sylvannia frowned as she turned back to the task at hand once more, staring fiercely into the night, determined to do this simple task for her Master. A part of her wondered if he would, hoped he would....praise her....for doing a job Myria was much better suited to. This thought was dwarfed in her mind by the overwhelming curiosity that had driven her since she was a child.

Why did her sister not simply give herself over to him? It was as obvious as her own jealousy now, that the fact he was bedding her with an intent to breed pained the soldier. Was her fear of becoming burdened that strong?

The younger sister allowed long minutes to pass in contemplation, not only reliving the past few days, but daring to glimpse into the future as well. It was not good to torment Myria....especially as how Master had set her up as their protector. Sister or not, something bad could very easily happen "accidentally" to her. Not that she thought Myria would actually stoop that low....but the very thought made the blonde elf shiver just a little.

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"Myria....."

Master had been generous.....had allowed them to share the cool waters of the spring in the recesses of their cave. He had been slow to join them as well, instead choosing to go in search of food once more and allow Myria time to freshen up from the morning's....activities.

That had left the two sisters alone. And for the first time Sylvannia fully intended to broach this topic without the taunting and needling she had come to be known for. Now she had only to convince the elder elf of this.....her warrior's muscles stiffening at the mere sound of her sister's voice.

"Do you want him?"

The question was asked softly, neither knew when Bjorn would return. The look in Myria's eyes belied the skepticism she no doubt was feeling. Sylvannia managed a wan smile in response. She was no doubt wondering where this was leading.

"Are you not scared of being taken by a human and forced to bear their child? You always used to be, but now I find that my taunts towards you are striking home much more painfully than what they used to when we were but children. Explain yourself. Explain.....and I might help you."

It wasn't a request, but it wasn't a demand either. It was time to test Myria's own curiousity. Sylvannia did indeed have something up her sleeve with much potential, but it would be worthless if Myria felt differently than what her younger sister anticipated.

"Which is it, sister? A boon that he does not lay with you properly? Or a curse?"

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The morning had been good. His spear had been better.

Bjorn whistled softly for just a moment before silencing himself. There was a forest elf out there somewhere, no doubt tracking the three of them. If it wasn't close already, it would be foolhardy to attract undue attention.

Still, he was pleased with himself, and hoped that his two lovers would be as happy with him.

It was difficult, clutching the spear beneath an armpit as both hands were slid beneath the gills of a pair of large river trout. One day, he would have to see what Sylvannia could do if given proper cooking utensils and spices. For now however, they could all use the sustenance.

He found them both exactly where he hoped he would. Shining, shimmering angels still glistening in the bath waters they had been sharing. The fish weren't going anywhere. Silently he set them both down before their appraising eyes....a goodly distance away.....before giving them both something to really stare at as he began to shuck his own garments.

"I'm filthy, and now I smell like fish. Hope you girls don't mind if I join you."

The water that barely seemed to bother them bit with a pronounced chill as he slipped beneath its surface. Was that another hereditary benefit of the elves? Some weird resistance to the elements? Come to think about it....Sylvannia had been obviously uncomfortable, but had not voiced a single complaint during their traverse here, and it had been plenty cold. Even Myria's armors could have only been barely warmer.....metal being an excellent conductor of temperature.....

"By the gods, that took my breath away....."

But not like the sudden warmth that stole over him as they both moved towards the barbarian youth......

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Do you want him?"

Sylvannia’s voice intruded into Myria’s private thoughts. Glancing toward the blonde, she frowned and splashed water on her face instead of giving an immediate answer. What was going on in Syl’s mind now? And did her answer account for anything anyway? She belonged to Master. They both did. Still, the question burned in her mind while Sylvannia continued.

"Are you not scared of being taken by a human and forced to bear their child? You always used to be, but now I find that my taunts towards you are striking home much more painfully than what they used to when we were but children. Explain yourself. Explain.....and I might help you."

She owed Syl no answers. Her feelings for Master, whatever they were, belonged to no one but herself and Master. The problem was, Myria didn’t truly know herself. All she knew for sure was that what she had felt in beginning, was changing and that frightened her. Myria could adapt quickly to any change, except in this. She hadn’t examined her feelings too closely up to now. Myria wondered what her sibling would think if she knew that she herself had been the pivotal point in this change and the warrioress knew that even that thought was flimsy. It was the young hunter himself who was wreaking this change in her.

"Which is it, sister? A boon that he does not lay with you properly? Or a curse?"

Before Myria could frame an answer, even if she was contemplating giving Syl one, she was saved from responding by the sudden appearance of their master, holding two fish before he set them on the cave floor and began to undress himself.

"I'm filthy, and now I smell like fish. Hope you girls don't mind if I join you."

Myria’s startled eyes moved from their future meal to her master’s body. Deep in their depths there was a swift glow of appreciation for the picture he presented them both. Her mouth went dry, forcing her to swallow drily and swiftly. He dove beneath the surface of the water only to quickly resurface again.

"By the gods, that took my breath away....."

His words echoed around the chamber. The emotion in his voice made Myria’s lips twitch in amusement. Without thinking she moved toward him, as did Sylvannia but it was Sylvannia who got to him first, stepping between Bjorn and Myria. Her tiny hands found his chest and momentarily rested there before slipping upward and around his neck. Her naked, glistening, silky body pressing against his. Her protruding, hardened nipples burrowing into his chest.

“Master,” she softly asked, “may I wash you?”

Her green eyes looked up into his face as she slid a wet, slick leg between his and twining it around one of his own.

Myria stopped in the water, gazing at them both, her eyes briefly meeting his over Sylvannia’s head before her own fell away and she started to move again, this time toward the rim of the pool. It was time for her to retreat. She should dry off, dress and see to their meal. Master and Sylvannia would be hungry after their soon to be tryst.

Syl’s fingertips caressed the back of her master’s neck, toying in the hair that hung there before they withdrew, drifting down to his chest and continuing lower, beneath the water line. She barely heard Myria move. Every fiber in her being was focused on the man before her as her fingers found the muscles of his thighs. Fingernails lightly raked across them. Sylvannia could feel her need building. It was like a fire taking root in her veins. A low throbbing in her belly and between her legs, began. The leg she had slipped between Bjorn’s, lifted and rubbed against his, mindful of the manly sac that hung suspended from his body.

Myria bit down on the inside of her lip. She needed to get out of this pool. Now. Her feelings were confusing her. Tremendously. She wanted to be the female standing in front of Master. The one who had her hands on his body. The one who had her body pressed against his. She wanted him. She did. Gliding in and out of her body, making her whimper in need and lust. She wanted to feel his body quake against her own as he poured himself into her------

Myria swiftly propelled herself to the water’s edge and hoisted her wet, dripping body out of sanctuary the water had provided. The cool morning air of the cave met her, dimpling her skin and hardening her nipples into torturous nubs. The air did little to cool the ardor that engulfed her.

“I’ll see to our meal.”

Myria bent to retrieve the fish. She despised how her voice sounded. Malleable. Weak.

 

[dryfter]

Bjorn barely noticed Myria's hasty retreat, his hands full of her wanton, sensual sister. It wasn't long before the younger elf's moans confirmed the heat of their coupling, neither bothered in the slightest by the scent of their future meal cooking.....

His spend still dribbled openly down Sylvannia's bare thighs as they both finally made their way to where Myria worked. A saucy wink tossed her older sister's way brought the expected scowl....and a delicious shiver of jealousy. For a moment, the younger sister appreciated Myria's restraint, fiercely doubting she herself could be able of such a thing should their situations be reversed.....

Still, the warrioress left little sign other than that shiver, that their lovemaking had bothered her in the slightest. And yet it had answered more questions than her words had when faced with Syl's questions. Every time their eyes met, the younger sister had that knowing smile, infuriating as it must have been, on her face.

Subservience was the last thing on her mind as their meal ended, and Master set out to explore the cabin they had spotted the day before. None of them wanted to be anywhere close to that cave another night with the scream of agony they had all heard so clearly just the evening before.

Still, it was a greater trick coaxing her older sister away from her duties. A feigned injury did the trick....a rolled ankle that sent her sprawling not too forcefully into the brush. Master was content to take the point of their journey for a bit, confident with sword and shitty little spear in hand. Meanwhile, she had Myria's ear again.....

"You want him."

She could feel her sister stiffen, dropped the act almost as quickly, knowing full well that Myria could see that she trusted her ankle with her full weight yet. Besides....what elf could be that clumsy? Still Sylvannia knew from past experience that Myria thought her to be a pampered brat quite capable of such bungling.

"You want to feel him flooding you....filling you....."

She needled deliberately, in a tone meant only for elven ears. She could feel Myria bristling at her side, perhaps even ready to storm back to the front where he was.

"It's simple really."

That pause was telling. It was at that instant that she knew she had been right all along. Her older sister was not only jealous that she had Master's affection.....but wanted to be knocked up by him too!

"It won't be long now."

Sylvannia's voice took on a more serious note as Myria gave her a baleful look, no doubt wondering where she was going with all this.

"I'll tell you how to get what you want. In return....."

Of course this wouldn't be for free. Sylvannia did nothing for free. Or so she thought until she had met....him....had been claimed....by him.

"In return you will use that herbal lore of yours. I want something to ease the sickness that will no doubt overcome me in a few days should Master's seed have truly taken root."

For a long moment, the two sisters contemplated each other as they walked.....

"Such a simple request, yes? You'll find the answer to your dilemma is just as simple. So what have you.....do you accept?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

At least her younger sister had the intelligence to keep her mouth shut. Although, it did little for the smug look on her face when she and Bjorn came to the fire. It wouldn’t surprise her if Master’s seed could be gleaned slipping down Sylvannia’s inner thigh if she looked, which she wasn't about to do. Still, Myria’s discipline as a warrior kept her face impassive as she retrieved the fish and doled out the food accordingly. Master and Sylvannia, spoiled brat as she was, receiving the larger portions of the three made up. Try as Myria might to keep her eyes from finding her younger sister’s, it still happened and she wished it hadn’t. There was pure feminine gloating and satisfaction in Sylvannia’s eyes. Myria’s own quickly slid away.

Sylvannia was always a good actress. She could even fool their parents. This time was no different. Convinced that his newest female had indeed twisted her ankle, Sylvannia was quick to convince Bjorn he should go on and that Myria would see to her. Like she always had.

Damanation. The last thing Myria wanted was a private little conversation with her younger sister. What now? Openly gloating how Master had buried his cock inside her body and filled her with the source of his potency? Inwardly, Myria sighed with resignation. Sylvannia would never cease to taunt her until the younger was put in her place firmly. Namely, in Myria's opinion, by another female who would prove that Sylvannia was not the only one who could bear Master a child. Such a day might be a long time in coming.

"You want him."

Myria’s spine stiffened. Her eyes narrowing in her sister’s direction.

"You want to feel him flooding you....filling you....."

Myria’s eyes closed as she drew in a deep, shaky breath. Her hands drew away from the ankle of her deceitful sister. Of course. This had been nothing more than a ploy to get Myria alone for a moment or however long it took for her to make her point.

"It won't be long now."

Myria’s eyes flashed to Sylvannia’s still flat stomach. No, it wouldn’t be long at all. Master wanted children and Sylvannia was all too willing to offer up her womb for his intent. Myria remained silent, her eyes rising to meet her sister’s.

"I'll tell you how to get what you want. In return..... you will use that herbal lore of yours. I want something to ease the sickness that will no doubt overcome me in a few days should Master's seed have truly taken root."

So. That was it. Sylvannia wanted to make her life easier by bargaining with her older sibling and the herbal knowledge she possessed. She should have known. Sylvannia was always on the lookout for her own best interest. There was at all times, something in it for her. No matter what it was.

Myria got to her feet, donning her bow. She gave her sister a disgusted look.

“It’s always about you, isn’t it, Sylvannia? How you can benefit. “

Turning on her heel, Myria headed off to rejoin Bjorn. Deliberately, she kept a shortened stride knowing that Syl would catch up and more than likely, pass her up to reach their master’s side first. That knowing, a short while later, became reality as Sylvannia strode past, not even trying to keep her footsteps quiet. As she came abreast of Myria, the latter reached out in a flash, catching her sister’s arm. Strong fingers wrapped around slender, pale flesh, slowing Sylvannia. The hand was removed and both sister’s matched their stride, each contemplating the other.

"Such a simple request, yes? You'll find the answer to your dilemma is just as simple. So what have you.....do you accept?"

Myria’s lips quirked in wry humor.

“No, Sylvannia, I do not accept. The sickness as well as the pain that will come with the birth of your daughter, is yours to bear. The price of your choice. I will not make it easier for you. We are the Children of the First Elves. Highborn. You will bear what comes your way because it is the path you have chosen for yourself. I know how to get what I want. You have seen so for yourself. You are not better than I am nor do you mean more in his eyes. Each of us has a role to fulfill. You will bear his children and tend to them. I will hunt and guard. I am the first elf he took for himself but I will hardly be his last. Neither will you. It would bode you well to remember that, sister. “

Sylvannia sidled up to her sister, leaning in real close with her lips even closer to Myria’s ear.

“For now, it is I he pours his seed into. It is my belly he seeks to quicken with his child. Do not think for one moment, sister that does not make me special in his eyes.”

Tossing Myria another smug look, Sylvannia’s stride lengthened, soon leaving her sister behind, which suited Myria well enough. No matter how Master chose to punish her, Sylvannia would only ever alter her manner and thinking so far, especially where she, Myria, was concerned. It’s just how things were. But one day…. One day, Sylvannia would get her comeuppance. How that would come about exactly, Myria wasn’t sure….yet.

Left alone to herself, Myria kept her eyes and ears alert. The screams from the night before had rattled them all. What exactly had gone on out in the woods? And had it anything to do with that wood elf that had been trailing them? For there had been no further sign of that this day, so far.

Smoke curled in the sky and the smell of burning wood assailed her nostrils. Her steps slowed. Slowly Myria’s head turned, watching, looking, in every direction. She unslung her bow from her shoulder and opted to carry it in her hand. The trees were thinning. The sight of a cabin came into view. Up ahead, Bjorn raised his hand, halting their progress. Turning slightly, his eyes sought Myria’s and his hand gestured her to come forward, to his side. She proceeded with caution. Her eyes slid momentarily away from his to find a lone cabin, smoke curling out of the chimney. Bjorn gestured for her to go around behind the cabin. She nodded, fingers tightening on her bow even as her other hand made to draw an arrow from the quiver on her back. Myria’s feet made no sound on the drying leaves that littered the floor of the forest as she made her way toward the rear of the cabin. A quick glance showed Sylvannia moving behind Bjorn as he headed for the front door.

What would they find this day? Other elves to take captive? Humans, maybe?

In any case, they had found their new home for the winter…….

 

[dryfter]

Rebuffed again. Hardly surprising.

Sylvannia only smirked as she sped up suddenly to catch up with Master, quite pointedly leaving Myria behind. They both knew that she wanted the things which the younger sister had spoken of. But Myria in some ways was every bit the prideful creature Sylvannia herself had been raised to be. The younger elf hadn't really been expecting an acceptance of the offer she had extended.

A soft sigh was the only sound of frustration she would allow. Already her belly had begun to churn from Master's attentions. It wouldn't be long before her suffering truly began. But at the end of the arduous road.....she would have a triumph that Myria couldn't help but envy her for. She made sure to remind her of just that....as soon as her pace allowed her to catch up......

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The smoke rose silently to stain the cloudless blue sky. She had seen them coming.....and silent fingers trembled softly as she smoothened the faded and patched cloth that covered her lithe thighs. Pale and crystalline blue eyes peered from between the shuttered windows.....a stray breeze piercing the poorly mortared pane and causing the simple wooden slats to shiver. It was a trembling that carried over to her, rippling all the way down her slender frame.....

The day had come. Though she had lived here alone for gods only knew how many years now.......she was about to be found out. The thought both thrilled and terrified her......

The door opened for them. The blonde of their number shivering and obviously in the beginnings of her pregnancy. And yet her shiver was nothing compared to their hosts.....as she found herself looking at the large and rugged human male, her hands bunched and trembling in her skirts as she hoisted them just enough for a polite curtsy.....knowing full well that they saw her for what she was.......

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For the first time in days, they experienced food that only a hearth could provide. Soft, warm, fresh bread.....a hearty boar stew.....and the last of the autumn's berry harvest. All were laid out before them, and yet, Bjorn could not stop staring at her......none of them could.

A half-elf. A woman at that. One that was not properly bedded to some clan male, not servicing one of her own kind at the bottom of some damnable mine. How had this come to pass? And yet, if she had expected to be deluged with questions at first glance, Bjorn had played the part of a courteous guest....not once prying while the evening's repast had been laid out before them. Only after they had all been tended too did he dare to venture the question that had no doubt been on all of their minds.

"I have lived here in this cottage longer than I can tell. Days stretch into years far too easily for one who lives long enough to remember many of my ancestor's generations."

Sweet water helped the supper go down easily, and already Sylvannia had found herself a quiet corner to nap in.....her breathing soft and steady, a perfect backdrop to an otherwise surreal experience.

"You're wondering why I'm here. Why I'm not tied to some male right now. Well I fled. I fled with my lover years ago, only I'm the only one who made it through the forest."

Bjorn frowned, though he remained silent.

"The elves were kind enough, though suspicious. They were nice enough to cut down the human pursuit that followed us. If only we hadn't stumbled upon those dryads.....then he wouldn't have been stolen.....stolen away from me....."

And yet just as quickly as those pale eyes of hers misted over, they regained their startling clarity.

"He will return one day. A dryad's charm is not forever, and even a half-blood's life is long. So I will make sure to keep a place for him here."

The barbarian youth didn't miss the slight challenge in her tone as well as her look. Both of them knew why he was in the company of two elves, just as she had to know that she was also attractive despite the rough condition of her clothing....nay, more so because of it. The tight hug of her bodice did well to bring out the soft curves of her chest, the tapering flatness of her belly and how the cloth clung to it almost like a corset.....only to flare out at the hips as her ragged skirt spilled over her coltish legs, rent and torn enough to conceal very little.

"You can't tame me. You know that right?"

Though her eyes bespoke challenge, there was a tremor to her voice.

"I'm half human. That renders me immune to your charms. Its the reason the dark elves in these parts have left me alone as well. I'm no threat to them.....and they can't turn me to their number. Sometimes I thank my father for the gift of his blood. I find myself more at ease than many of my elven sisters."

"You've not spoken your name."

That brought her attention back to him from where it had keenly settled upon the slumbering Sylvannia.

"Julia."

It came quickly and with another offered bow of apology.

"I welcome you and yours, great warrior. I would offer you a deal if you would but listen to what I have to say."

A cocked eyebrow, his skepticism open on his face. Bjorn wondered if this waif of a woman, only barely surviving out here without her man, even had anything to offer him besides her more obvious charms. And yet when she caught him looking, Julia was quick to tuck more shapely leg beneath what little skirt she had left.

"I can serve you as your midwife if you wish. Yon slumbering elf will take ill very soon now. I doubt one as great as yourself would want to be burdened with her care. Especially should it turn out to be a difficult pregnancy."

Bjorn waved a casual hand in her direction, though his eyes never left her own, feeling more than seeing Myria's own reaction to the girl's proposition.

"Please. Save the useless flattery. Myria is more of a warrior than I."

The woman's eyes flashed instantly to the swordswoman, taking in her polished appearance as well as the twin of the weapon Bjorn himself carried. Yet where his own clothes were tattered in places from long days of travel, her armor had yet to lose its shine, carefully and regularly tended when time allowed.

"And yet you were able to tame her. Does that not make you greater?"

That brought about a soft chuckle from him, one that for some reason seemed to put her more at ease.....or perhaps it was her overwhelming curiosity......actually interacting again after years of solitude and hardship.

"Trickery does not make you any better with a sword. In fact, this was.....borrowed."

He lay the elven blade at his feet for her to gaze upon.

"I'm going to guess you want our protection in return for these services you offer. Tell me then, how do you intend to feed three more mouths?"

Sheepish eyes cast upon the ground, the half-elf refused to look up at them now as she spoke. Had she presumed too much? Was this an unworkable situation? Would he assault her and despoil her at his first opportunity? How then would she face....him.....when he returned? Would he return at all? Yes. Yes she had to believe. She'd hung on for so long now.....and yet.....dryad charms could linger for many years. Still, she would be patient....and would believe.....

"I had thought that since you had yet to burden your other.....Myria....."

Only at the last second was "other elf" replaced with the elf in question's name.

"That Myria could perhaps be troubled to hunt. I have a little dried meat yet, enough to winter myself....but not three more."

Her eyes rose to his then, finally and defiantly enough that the barbarian was startled by the determination he saw there. If there had been any question as to how hard this half breed had it, alone in the middle of nowhere, hunted and hated by multiple races.....ignored by others......that question was answered with the steely look she gave now, shoulders squared and a sudden outward thrust of her breasts as she showed her true inner mettle.

"But I have vegetables, herbs drying, and other finer things you'd not get living on the road. I have dishes, I can even find a bed for you and your.....mates.....and I promise to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to any dallying you have with them. In return, perhaps I can have a few animals again without the orcs coming to take them all away. Then I won't have to scrape by half starved through another winter......."

Bjorn visibly bristled at the mention of orcs. The hatred of the pig like creatures were about the only thing he and free spirited elves agreed upon. For generations long before he came about did his clan war with the foul warriors of orcs that sought to wrestle domination of the mountains for themselves. Hell, he had grown up on stories of the great battles his grandfathers and their grandfathers had waged upon the rocky slopes and steep foothills.

"How is it you have not been taken? You might not be tameable by humans, but orcs wouldn't think twice about forcing you to bear their young."

A sly smile was his only response initially as she mulled over his question, no doubt deciding just how much to tell him.

"Julia is very good at hiding, milord. Orc eyesight is poor, and there are many shadows in this place as well as in the nearby forest. Sadly, all I could hide is myself, so they came and took away my pigs, my goat, and my chickens. Now I have very little meat with which to cook this winter.....no milk, and no eggs. Will you have us survive on what little that orcs deigned to be unsuitable for eating? No, I think not. A strong lord needs strong food, and a strong elven mate will bring it to him. A show of strength will help convince the orcs to look elsewhere for easy food.....and Julia is strong in ways too, you will see. I won't hide.....I promise."

There was hope buried deep within those pale blue eyes as this time they held him fast, Bjorn not missing how for just a moment she stopped breathing, knowing full well that the lovely woman before him was steeling her courage.

"Do we have a deal?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Satisfied that the back of the house held no threat, Myria reslung her bow over her shoulder, joining Bjorn and Sylvannia. She offered a polite, slight bow to the woman of the cabin, going so far as to wipe her feet on the grass before entering the warm abode. Myria slid to one side of the room after entering, her eyes surveying the room. A fire merrily crackled in the fireplace giving the room a welcoming warmth. The flames danced along the logs adding to the soft illumination that lit the room. The woman Julia offered them a seat at the table not far from the fire. Myria set her bow within easy reach. Her eyes followed Julia around as the woman bustled to fetch them some dinner. The woman was obviously a half breed. The elven warrioress held her own counsel though her eyes flashed periodically to her master. She also kept a careful eye on Sylvannia, who despite her earlier behavior during their conversation, ate little. Syl looked a bit peaked, picking at the fresh bread and totally ignoring the stew. Having eaten what little she did, Sylvannia excused herself and found a warm corner to settle in and was soon fast asleep.

Then there were three. Gathered close to the warmth of the fire, Bjorn, Julia and Myria settled in for the night to converse away the hours until sleep claimed them. Her human master couldn’t keep his eyes away from their lovely half elf hostess, not that Myria could blame him. Her face was schooled impassively, giving nothing away of her thoughts. She never thought she’d admit to herself that the woman sitting not far away was comely. From her fine, delicate bone structure to the slightly pointed tips of her ears to her obvious confidence and demeanor, Julia seemed to represent what was good in both races. Was it possible? Could both races unite and embody what was good of the both? It was hardly a secret, even among the humans, that the elves were dying race. Over generations the fertility of male elves had been dwindling. No one understood why or how. If they were to survive at all, the only clear course left to the elves was to mingle their noble blood lines with humans. It was a conclusion that was hard for Myria to swallow. Her eyes found Bjorn’s face and took in the rugged planes she found there before her eyes slipped away to settle on the dancing flames. Just as suddenly as they settled, her eyes darted away. She didn’t want her night vision to be compromised when she slipped out shortly to make sure everything was secure outside before returning to settle in for the night. Instead, her eyes found a small patch of flooring as she idly listened to the soft tones of the other two awake in the room.

"Please. Save the useless flattery. Myria is more of a warrior than I."

Her name brought her head up, eyes finding one then the other. Still her tongue remained still. The woman was offering to midwife Sylvannia. Humph. Myria wondered just how Syl was going to take to the half breed. The woman obviously had their master’s attention. That alone wouldn’t set well with Sylvannia though the latter would say naught. Master as well as herself had already warned her pregnant sister that their family would grow. Master would pour his seed into others and there would be other children to come from such unions. Myria couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her sister. All her life, Sylvannia had grown up in the center of attention. As she matured, the male elves had flocked to her, shunning Myria in favor of her younger siblings delicate and feminine looks as well as her girlie nature. Myria’s eyes flickered toward the corner where Sylvannia lay curled up and sleeping. Motherhood would serve Sylvannia’s nature only for as long as it got her attention from Bjorn. It was a shame really. Sylvannia was defined by the attention of others. On who’s doorstep could that blame be laid? Their parents for one. They had been enamored by the beauty of their second child. Awed even. They had taken great pride in producing someone of that caliber. Their first child hadn’t been a disappointment to them, far from. However, Myria excelled in ways that well, her mother found unladylike. Her father, was surprised and yes, pleased, was disappointed that his first born, given talents she possessed, had been born a female. These talents, he felt, were wasted on a girl. Obviously, Myria would marry and settle down to bear her husband children and raise them. To his credit, he never said a word around Myria but she had accidently one day overheard her parents talking amongst themselves. Unashamedly, Myria listened in before racing off to beloved forest and her treehouse with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I had thought that since you had yet to burden your other.....Myria..... that Myria could perhaps be troubled to hunt. I have a little dried meat yet, enough to winter myself....but not three more."

Myria’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing on Julia. Her hands, resting on her thighs, dug into her own soft flesh. Burdened? There was nothing about Bjorn that was a burden. This man had saved her life. Nursed her back to health. She owed him her life. The muscles in her jaw worked. Her throat tightened.

"Do we have a deal?"

Before Bjorn could reply, Myria came swiftly to her feet, reaching for her bow and quiver. Her eyes sought his. The muscles in her throat worked before she could speak. Her voice came out soft and low with a steadiness she was far from feeling internally.

“I will hunt. In the morning. Perhaps, Master you will accompany me to help carry home the meat we will return with? For now, I will go check outside and insure we are safe for the evening before I sleep.”

She half turned toward Julia.

“Thank you for the meal and the welcome into your home as well as your offer to care for my sister but tonight, you have spoken about me as if I were not here. As if I were just an object of possession. You will cease to do that. I will stand between you, my family and what lives out there,” she nodded toward the outdoors, “with my life.”

Her words fell into the silence of the cabin as she quickly turned on her heels and swiftly made her way toward the front door of the cabin.

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The night was still. An owl could be heard hooting in the distance. Small nocturnal animals rustled the leaves on the ground. The moon was full and just climbing over the mountains that surrounded them. Cream in color, it stood in direct contrast to its dark background. It cast it’s illumination on the bare tree branches, creating shadows on the forest floor. Myria slipped from shadow to shadow, a pale imitation of her true self. She was naught woman or warrioress nor huntress. She was a wraith, a dangerous wraith and the night was calling her.

 

[dryfter]

The willow thin half elf sighed softly, bowing almost reflexively towards the human in her ramshackle abode.

"It seems I've already offended. If it would please milord, I will leave you to attempt a mending of matters, though I fear perhaps I will not be well received."

Bjorn merely waited and watched in stoic silence as his host up and left him with the slumbering Sylvannia. He hadn't missed how Myria had glanced at him in askance before going on her cautious rant. She did not need his permission to speak her mind in a place such as this. Still....

She was his possession. She might have free rein of her own mind, and half ass control of her own will, but that will ended when it came to the thought of ever leaving him. She was bound. Bound for life. Hopefully the half breed would have more sense than to point that out to her though. The barbarian didn't relish the thought of having to dispose of another corpse, and he was pretty sure Myria wouldn't take that kind of lecture well at all.

Somehow Julia struck him as more....diplomatic than that. With an uncanny eye for things only a woman could see. Again, Bjorn's eye slid over the blonde tresses of the slumbering elf that had been left behind. She was with child? Julia had stated as much. A small part of him thrilled slightly at the possibilities.....

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She moved as silent as a field mouse, well aware that avian death could befall it with the slightest of sound. And yet....she lacked the full grace and silence of step that a full blooded elf such as Myria had.

Not that she was trying to sneak up on the warrioress. Such a thing would no doubt be interpreted as distrustful at the least. Aggressive or hostile at the worst. Julia couldn't afford the worst. She had a promise to keep. She had to survive until....he....returned. Any way she could. And right now, these three presented her with options she hadn't had before. If only she could right this wrong and make herself useful to them!

She was lucky that Myria seemed to make no attempt at concealing where she had gone. The farm waif was having a hard enough time finding the trail as it was. But still.....it was only a matter of time before she caught up....and when she did.....

"It wasn't my intention to offend."

She kept her voice low and submissive....yet the tone of her voice held enough rigidity that the huntress before her might acknowledge that she had at least braved this far away from her home. She was no coward.

"You've seen them, haven't you? Those who have been claimed by humans? Please fault me not for assuming you were the same. I was wrong, yes. But your Master is rare for affording you the freedoms you enjoy. If it pleases you, Lady, I won't make such a mistake again as you requested. I merely felt you were owed an apology as well."

She knew she was being sized up....again. Yet Julia wasn't afraid. Why would she be? She wasn't a threat, and she knew it. She didn't even have a weapon with which to harm the young human with, much less carry one now. And there was very little doubt in her mind just whose skill was greater should she ever come upon one.

"I will make myself useful to you and your Master. You'll see. Cooking, cleaning, aiding in your sister's childbirth. Julia can do all these things. Please don't be mad at me for one mistake...."

The half elf looked genuinely worried. This one was highly regarded by the human. Why else would he have not bred her already like he had her sister? It was important to be liked. To be trusted. Though she wasn't foolish enough to think those things would be achieved immediately. No, it was best to serve, to grovel and whimper if she had to. This one, and her human too....could end her at any time. If that were to ever happen.....

She would have failed him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Myria’s walk around the house from the depths of shadows that the moon and trees provided, gave her a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in some time. Her ears listened. Her eyes flinted from one spot to another, searching for possible threats, but all was well. Myria slid from the shadows and froze as Julia’s soft voice reached her sensitive ears. Slowly she turned to face her hostess, staring at the woman cast in moonlight. Her master had not lain with this one yet. Was it true that he could not affect her? Myria stepped further into the silvery moonlight and gave a small bow from the waist.

"It wasn't my intention to offend."

“You didn’t offend, Milady. You have my word on that.”

"You've seen them, haven't you? Those who have been claimed by humans? Please fault me not for assuming you were the same. I was wrong, yes. But your Master is rare for affording you the freedoms you enjoy. If it pleases you, Lady, I won't make such a mistake again as you requested. I merely felt you were owed an apology as well."

“My Master and I have an agreement. I protect and provide and I have the freedoms, as you call it. Yet, undeniably, I belong to him. Yet, earlier tonight, listening to you two talk as if I were not in the room, as if I was merely an… object, made me realize my place. No, Milady, you did not offend, you merely reminded me of my place. I live to serve my master in any form he wishes that to be and yes, I have seen others, less fortunate than I, those claimed by members of my master’s clan and treated as if they were nothing more than an animal to breed with and when they tire of us, they send us to the mines to work and serve those who control the mines. I am thankful that Master does not think the same.”

"I will make myself useful to you and your Master. You'll see. Cooking, cleaning, aiding in your sister's childbirth. Julia can do all these things. Please don't be mad at me for one mistake...."

Myria held up a hand. There appeared to be an almost desperate tone to the woman’s voice.

“Lady. Julia. I am not angry with you…”

Was that strictly true? Wasn’t she a tad bit angry for being treated like she was less than a breathing, living, person?

“I am more worried than anything else. The other elf is my sister. Are you sure she is with child? I have been waiting for that to happen. I knew it would sooner or later. If she is, it will be her first child and I know nothing of birthing of babies so your help will be essential and frankly if you can teach her something about cooking, that would be helpful.”

It wasn’t that Sylvannia was a bad cook, she simply lacked ability in that arena beyond the most basic of necessity. After all, why learn to do something when there had always been someone around to see to her needs. It wasn’t something to hold over Syl’s head. It had simply been the way they were raised. There had always been someone to look after them. Myria herself had been raised in the same fashion, of course but the difference was, she had decided to do something with her life instead of becoming a pampered princess of the upper class. Her parents had not been too happy with her choice but that was their problem. Myria had her own life to live.

“Come let us return to the warmth of your cottage. The night grows bitterly cold and it is not safe to be out this time of night even though I found no signs of a threat to us this night. Who knows what eyes watch from the trees or the shadows of darkness.

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Sylvannia yawned then sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize where she was. She laid there, in the corner with her eyes closed. Under the fur that had been pulled over her while she slept, Sylvannia’s hands roamed her still flat stomach. Was she pregnant? She did not feel any different. Maybe her breasts. Fingertips trailed a line up her abdomen to lightly roam over her breasts. Syl frowned in concentration. They might feel a little larger than before, but maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe she thought they were because she wanted it to be so. She could feel her areolas pucker under the dress she wore. The young elf wondered if Master would now set her aside once he found out she harbored his fruit in her belly. Would he seek out her sister more now? He hadn’t touched Myria since she had stumbled upon them in the cabin they left behind. Maybe it had to do with the fact that her older sister did not want to bear a human’s child.

The cabin was quiet but for the soft sounds of the fire crackling. Sitting up, Sylvannia pushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears as her eyes sought out her master. He sat in front of the fire. His back to her. Alone. Another assessing look around the room confirmed she was alone with him. Where was Myria? Where was their hostess?

Sylvannia got quietly to her feet, padding over to the man, slipping her arms around his neck from behind and bending over to lay her cheek on his. Her arms slid over his shoulders, her palms coming to rest against his chest.

“Did I sleep long? Where is Myria and Julia?”

Her breasts pressed into his back, flattening slightly as they did so. Her nipples instantly hardened into pebbles from the contact with his body. They were sensitive, seemingly overly so. Perhaps it was just her. After that time spent with the dryad, her loins always seemed to burn with need. Before, sex had always been something to use to get her way or something or someone she wanted. Now, it drove her, like a wild animal in constant heat. Her body rubbed against Bjorn’s back like a sleek cat’s.

 

[dryfter]

The dark haired half elf shrank back half a step as the warrioress before her raised a hand against her impassioned pleas.

“Lady. Julia. I am not angry with you…”

Was that true? Then what was the emotion that had driven this woman from the warmth of the cabin, out to once more brave the chill winds for the sake of clearer thoughts?

"You think yourself an object, do you not? How could you not? After travelling thus with your sister, seeing her being transformed before your very eyes into the very thing which you speak. An animal. A hole for breeding. You see this, and you wonder if that too is what you are. Am I wrong?"

For the first time since she had approached the glen where she had first found Myria, the half elf straightened from her formerly passive stance. If she cared about how it made her smallish breasts stand out against the thin shift she wore, or how her nipples had clearly hardened in the numbing winter chill, Julia didn't show it.

"I'm no object either. I have survived. Any way that I could. I have farmed, I have stolen, I have killed. And yet I've seen a great many humans go by over the years I've waited for my beloved to return. Humans. Orcs. Even Dark Elves. Creatures that would love to test my resolve, my strength, love even more to rape me until I submitted...breed me until I break."

A wan smile stretched across her pallid face, thin lips turning upward in a rather sardonic smile, yet not one lacking a certain measure of warmth as she contemplated her next words. It was clear at this point, now that she had shown her hand to just this one distant sister.....that she was not the shivering, helpless maiden she had portrayed herself to be when her human master was around. She had learned strength long ago, had to be strong to carve anything from the land....stronger still to defend it.....and wise beyond her years to know when such things were beyond her.

"And yet, I've never once seen an elf like you. If you think you're an object, there is nothing I can do to dissuade you from that belief. Though I will tell you that train of thought only leads to your destruction. Instead, try this....."

The cabin did indeed seem welcoming, though the chill of the eve's air had faded, drowned out by the rapid beating of her own heart, the pulsing flow of blood through her veins as it raced at the thought of chances she was taking just having this conversation. After all, if the warrioress thought her a threat after all.....

"Pets are just that. Pets. They are expected to be loyal, yet do not necessarily gain the same loyalty from their masters. You would do well to see just how far your opinion goes with him. Your advice. See if he listens to you, or if you're just barking uselessly. That's a good way to gain understanding of your true rank. In the end though, it would still be up to you to decide what you are to him."

Slowly, the turned from from the full-blood, careful to keep any sign of taunt of malice from her tone. There was none there to begin with, yet perception here could easily get her killed....

"Oh, and you should bed him. Before you go crazy. If you'd like, I can prepare something to ensure you don't end up like your sister."

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“Did I sleep long? Where is Myria and Julia?”

He did not startle at her touch. Indeed, Bjorn was thankful for the noise she intentionally made. If her intent had been to let him know she was awake and fast approaching, Sylvannia had succeeded.

"Myria has gone to collect her thoughts, about what, I'm not certain. I do believe she was offended in some way by our new hostess. Julia stated she was off to fetch wood for the fire. I'm here, and you're safe. That's all that matters at the moment."

Thin arms slipped about his neck, and he could feel her against him, warm...and getting warmer by the moment....and it had nothing to do with the fire before them.

"Seeing an opportunity, are you?"

His voice was teasing, yet Bjorn was hardly mocking her. Indeed, he was becoming rather impressed at her sexual hunger. Sylvannia was a good lay, and worked hard at pleasing him rather than simply lay there like a mindless doll. Even now, she worked hard to fulfill the desires he had implanted in her upon making her his....every movement of her body intended to bring forth the desire she so craved.

"And what if they return?"

A firm hand slipped behind him....gently tracing a path up one shapely thigh, as far as the position he held now would allow. As it was, it wasn't much, a mere teasing of her senses. With the way she held herself against him now, he could feel her aching flesh cutting a trail across his back as she stroked her nipples against him. And he could barely reach past a knee like this. No....he would have to turn around....but then, that was what she wanted from him. Perhaps he could wait a little longer....see what she did next.

"Does it no longer affect you to have your own sister watch you? Perhaps I should call her here so you can tell her how I'm splitting your tight little insides with my cock?"

He was teasing her, just as she teased him now with her body. Indeed, he could feel her shiver just a little despite the heat of the fire.

"And what of Julia? Would it turn you on to know that a woman you'd barely met is now watching you engage in carnality?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Was she simply an object? A simple pet to the human male who had taken her for his own? No. She was more than just a pet to Bjorn. He trusted her. There was no denying that he held her own fear to keep her in line, but otherwise, he trusted her. He didn’t think like his clan. Myria’s hands turned into fists at her side as she saw in her mind’s eye the women his clan had taken captive. His own father’s pet on her knees between burly legs as she sucked his cock while his father continued talking to his son and other clan members as if the woman between his legs meant so little. Just a means to an end. The woman was worn out. Growing old. Desperate. Someone who would soon become a means of relief to the men who supervised the mines. She would service these men and work the mines until the day she died and her death would be meaningless. No. Myria was not fated to be such a woman. Bjorn listened. Took her words into accounting. Gave her freedom to hunt and provide. Saw to her needs and respected their bargain to never get her pregnant. Unless she…..


"Seeing an opportunity, are you? And what if they return?"

Sylvannia had turned her head so that her lips trailed slowly over his cheek and his jaw to settle against the side of his neck. She found herself distracted from his words by his hand finding her thigh and trailing a path upwards.

"Does it no longer affect you to have your own sister watch you? Perhaps I should call her here so you can tell her how I'm splitting your tight little insides with my cock?"

His words made her shiver. Hardly a result of being cold. The cabin was warm. More likely from his stoking the fire that was growing inside her. Her lips stilled on his neck. Her fingertips dug into the firm flesh of his chest. A small sound she could not stop came from her throat. Even now her pussy throbbed. It was such a needy thing at the moment. All Sylvannia could think about was his thick cock plunging into her, opening her wide for their mutual pleasure. Feeling the head of his cock press against her womb once more, where even now, his child might be growing inside her if the woman was right. Her lips parted slightly against the warm skin of his throat, her teeth pressing into warm male flesh in response.

"And what of Julia? Would it turn you on to know that a woman you'd barely met is now watching you engage in carnality?"

Sylvannia’s hand found his. The one sweetly tormenting her thigh and brought his fingers under her dress, pressing them against the damp curls between her thighs. The instant they touched her, her body pressed against them, silently begging him to slide them between her lips and find her aching tunnel. Sylvannia’s hormones were already raging. Master’s words stroked her desire. Her need. She broke away and came around to straddle his thighs. Her hands worked to hurriedly remove the barrier his kilt presented. Feminine fingertips brushed against the growing pillar of his manhood, making her whimper. She hurriedly unlaced the front of her dress, pulling her breasts free, cupping and offering them to his mouth while she lowered her body until she could feel the head of his cock barely splitting her pussy lips apart. Syl was on fire and there was only one way to extinguish it. She needed her master inside her. Plunging. Stroking. Making her cry out in pleasure. The muscles in her thighs trembled from holding herself right where she was.

The door to the cabin opened, admitting Julia and right behind her was Myria. Julia wasn’t fazed by the sight that greeted her eyes. She had seen and been through so much in her short life time. Myria advanced into the room and froze. Her eyes taking in the scene she and Julia had erupted into. Sylvannia’s head turned in their direction. Her eyes flashed with something akin to gloating mixed with her desire. The look left as quickly as it came but not before Julia had seen it. Wisely, Julia fingers wrapped around Myria’s wrist, as she headed for her cozy kitchen, tugging Myria with her. Hopefully, the warrioress followed. Much to Julia’s delight, Myria did. Once in the kitchen where they out of sight of the two lovers, Julia released Myria’s wrist, apologizing before rummaging around in an open cabinet on the wall. Myria leaned against the rustic table and silently watched the other woman draw down a mug and several bottles. A measure from each bottle went into the mug before she swirled the contents and turned toward Myria, extending it.

“Drink this,” Myria hesitated to take the mug from the woman’s hand, “go ahead now, drink it. I offered to give you something, didn’t I? Take it and drink quickly.”

Myria’s eyes flashed toward the main room of the cabin then back to the gentle half elf watching her. Myria bit down on her lip before reaching for the offered mug. There was a question in her eyes. A question that Julia interpreted correctly.

“I saw the look your sister gave you. Forgive my boldness, but your sister is not a nice person.”

Myria’s lips twitched just before she lifted the mug to her lips and drank deeply, wincing at the bitter after taste. She handed the mug back to Julia.

“My sister is a spoiled brat. Our parents doted on her. If she is not the center of attention, she sulks and when she does have the attention she craves, instead of being grateful for it, she gloats.”

Myria shrugged.

“That is Sylvannia. It will always be Sylvannia. Men always want her. They always choose her over me and I have come never to expect otherwise. She is cunning not to let Master see. I do not think he is as fooled as she wants to believe.”

Julia turned back around, stoppering the bottles she had opened, replacing them on the shelves. She washed the mug she had given Myria to drink from and seemed to be deep in thought before turning back toward Myria.

“Come. Let us return to the other room.”

“I would rather not. I would rather stay here until they are done. I have had enough of my sister’s smug expressions while she mates with Master.”

“For a warrior, you lack courage.”

Those were fighting words and Julia knew it. She knew the chance she took in speaking them to the one before her. This elf could cut her down easily but she was banking on something. Myria’s head shot up as if she had been stabbed. Her eyes narrowed on the half elf. Julia lifted a hand to still the words she was sure trembled on Myria’s lips.

“You have a great deal of courage in many ways, Myria. I have little doubt of that. You also have a great deal of self-confidence, but you lack it in one direction. You lack confidence where that man is concerned. You are going to go in there and you are going to mate with him…”

“But Sylvannia---“

“You will leave Sylvannia to me. I know her kind. Come. Let us rejoin them.”

Myria looked bewildered but she docilely followed Julia back in the other room where Bjorn and Sylvannia were. Julia never looked over her shoulder to see if Myria followed her. She didn’t have to. Instead, she approached Sylvannia from behind, sliding her hands over the pregnant woman’s breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Syl moaned, leaning into Julia’s hands. Julia abandoned one of Sylvannia’s breasts, brushing aside the elf’s hair. The fingers still wrapped around Sylvannia’s one breast, moved, fingers circling a sensitive nipple and squeezing it, making Sylvannia moan her pleasure yet again. That moan echoed again as Julia’s lips found the side of an elven neck.

Myria stood behind both women, her back to the fire and began to undress, her eyes seeking out Bjorn’s face, watching his expressions. Her chest piece slipped to the floor and the rest of her clothing followed until she stood naked. Julia’s eyes sought out Bjorn’s, an unspoken request in their depths. What passed between those two, Myria couldn’t decipher but watched as Julia maneuvered Sylvannia away from her master. Sylvannia began to protest but those protests soon turned to sounds of delight as Julia knelt before her, fingers parting the elf’s pussy lips before her mouth found its target. A squeal from Sylvannia confirmed that Julia’s teeth had found and was tugging on the small delicate bud nestled in the opened folds. Sylvannia’s eyes were closed tightly as she lifted her hands to the back of the woman’s head, pressing the woman’s face into her body. Sylvannia’s mind was transported back to the time she had spent with the dryad. Who to know better a woman’s body than another woman?

Myria approached Bjorn, going down on her knees before him then lying on the floor, presenting herself to him. Her eyes never left his face. She wanted him to see her need. Her desire for him.

She left little room for doubt as to what she wanted.

Him.

 

[dryfter]

“Drink this,” Myria hesitated to take the mug from the woman’s hand, “go ahead now, drink it. I offered to give you something, didn’t I? Take it and drink quickly.”

“I saw the look your sister gave you. Forgive my boldness, but your sister is not a nice person.”

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There was no question in her tone. Just a statement. Though it hadn't been meant for her, Julia was quite perceptive. She had to be to survive against all odds as she had these long years. The blonde elf knew full well of her sister's torment....she knew, and rather than be supportive, even seek out a solution for Myria.....

She had chosen to use this coupling with the human as a weapon against her. A blade that cut as keenly as the one the warrioress wore at her side even now. The half-elf was not amused. Half blood she may be, yet Myria hadn't cast her off during their earlier discussion. Many had been the elf that had treated her worse than refuse. What had started as a simple survival tactic for Julia had perhaps spawned into something more, something as important as survival itself. Something that just might stave off the loneliness that threatened her sanity.....a wavering she didn't dare show the others.....and now, she just might not have to.

There was a fierceness in her eyes, mixed with a silent jubilation as the insistant tug on Myria's hand brought the armed and armored soldier swiftly in tow. It was there, out of the sight of them both that Julia went to work, not missing the pained look on her elder's face. They might be out of sight, but the sounds the two of them were making left little to the imagination. No.....Sylvannia was going out of her way to be heard.

One by one she mixed the powdered herbs, her thin hands trembling slightly. Half with an increased sense of haste, but the other half was anger. Siblings should not behave this way. She was an only child, but she still knew that much.....

“My sister is a spoiled brat. Our parents doted on her. If she is not the center of attention, she sulks and when she does have the attention she craves, instead of being grateful for it, she gloats. That is Sylvannia. It will always be Sylvannia. Men always want her. They always choose her over me and I have come never to expect otherwise. She is cunning not to let Master see. I do not think he is as fooled as she wants to believe.”

"She's a cat in heat. Her pregnancy is partly to blame for it, though you're right. She certainly seems to enjoy rubbing it in that she has him right now, doesn't she. Don't you worry one bit, milady. First I'll fix you up....then I'll take care of her. She won't be in your way much longer."

Julia had been making tea when her strange guests had first arrived. The simple kettle had long since been abandoned, and yet the tepid water she found within would suffice. She could feel the full blooded elf's eyes on her as she tipped the fluids into the mixture, the glass filling halfway in an instant before she stopped. Raising the delicate vessel by just her fingertips, she rocked it slightly back and forth, causing its contents to swirl together within.

"I'm warning you. Its bitter and will be difficult to choke down. This drought is meant to still your fertility, if even for a short time. I hope you don't expect something this toxic to taste all sugared. It won't kill you. Far from it. But it will taste like something an orc spat out."

She watched in silence as Myria drank the mixture. A small part of her was shocked at just how trusting the elf was. This could be poison meant to kill her after all. A sound tactic by an enemy, as Myria was quite possibly the only real threat right now. Dispatching the barbarian and his little fuck doll would be an easy task if only their guard weren't there.

It had been a long time since anyone had trusted Julia. For a moment, the realization of it all made her shiver. Yet it drove her resolve as well. She had a thought of what she could do to help, though it disgusted her to no end. And yet now....as the last of the cup dribbled softly from one corner of the elf maiden's mouth, she knew she would go through with it. For Myria's sake....and for the sake of that golden haired bitch not getting what she wanted. There was something to be said about that as well.....

"It seems to me that you're wrong."

For a split second, their eyes met, Myria's narrowing dangerously. No doubt the thought just now occurring to her that she might very well have just been poisoned. Julia merely smiled and cast her gaze to the ground once more, though submission was hardly her intent this time.

"It seems to me that this man has already chosen you over your sister. She will learn her place soon enough. And when she does, she will know despair. Its up to you how you react when that happens, but I think the little bitch should drown in it."

The bottles were stoppered. The mug rinsed and put back where it belonged. Turning back to her guest, ebpny curls flounced slightly as Julia gave Myria her best smile and a soft, cheerful bounce of her diminutive body as she rocked herself just a little on her toes.

“Come. Let us return to the other room.”

“I would rather not. I would rather stay here until they are done. I have had enough of my sister’s smug expressions while she mates with Master.”

“For a warrior, you lack courage.”

The look on her superior's face changed instantly. Any warmth she had found there fled instantly as Myria's demeanor hardened to something akin to anger. For a moment Julia thought that perhaps she had overstepped her boundaries.

“You have a great deal of courage in many ways, Myria. I have little doubt of that. You also have a great deal of self-confidence, but you lack it in one direction. You lack confidence where that man is concerned. You are going to go in there and you are going to mate with him…”

By all accounts, the woman before her looked as if she had just been slapped. For a moment, Julia wasn't certain if she had further offended or not.

“But Sylvannia---“

“You will leave Sylvannia to me. I know her kind. Come. Let us rejoin them.”

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Good girl. That's it.

Her hands might be full of luscious elf wench, but her eyes were on the elder sister. The half elf smiled, noting how Myria didn't bother to begin to doff her armors until she was certain the human could see her. Even now, though the woman in her arms still had her master's rod buried tightly within her quivering embrace, she had yet to notice that she no longer held his gaze.....

And what a magnificent cock! Even Julia had to marvel for a moment before returning to what she was doing. Sylvannia's cry of dismay, feeling him slip from her, brought the half elf back to reality. She had her own task to accomplish, distasteful as it was. With the lack of men amongst her elven predecessors, she had long ago learned to take and give pleasure with other women. Never in her long history had she done so with one she disliked so much though. Still.....this was for Myria......

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Bjorn grunted softly as he felt Sylvannia being pulled from him, no less hard for the sight of their hostess slowly making her way between the mewling elf's thighs. Sylvannia's first torrid gasp reached his ears at just the same moment Myria's last leathers fell to the floor, leaving her naked and pale in the firelight.

There was askance in her gaze, as if she expected a scolding, and yet it did nothing to slow her advance. Nor was he about to stop her. Still, he had been certain up to this point that she would not risk this. He had given her free reign over her body, knowing well her fear of ending up just like Sylvannia had.

And yet, she crawled to him on her hands and knees, a show of submission quite unlike what he was used to seeing from her. His great cock twitched and trembled just at the sight of it, aching, begging for her touch. And yet he dared not move, as if doing so would somehow shatter this erotic illusion.

Slowly she lowered even further, her shoulders resting softly on the ground, the rest of her following swiftly as she twisted and rolled. Perfectly tapering legs thrust apart as she found her place on her back, her dark and smoky eyes holding his own captivatingly. Her pussy glistening wet, shimmering its arousal in the dim light. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Bjorn could hear Sylvannia's moaning, knew that she was being driven to the crest of pleasure somewhere off to his right.....but for right now he didn't even care enough to look in her direction.

He moved then. While he had been content to let the younger sister seduce him, ride him, do all the work. With Myria he felt a different need. He had to take her. To be the one taking her, even when she was giving herself to him in total submission. Sylvannia was just a doll. A receptacle for his seed. It was Myria's strength he respected, her beauty and ferocity he adored. And it was just those qualities that drove him to dominate her.

With a growl, he settled over her, feeling her tremble as his girth slid along her mons, still slick with her own sister's juices. His lips found her own, harsh and claiming, nothing like the impassive kisses he bestowed upon the younger elf. She could feel his tongue moving inside her mouth, just as he felt her welcome it inside. The swirling dance their tongues twirled together was all too brief. He wanted more of her, and if she didn't know it, she would be shown. Yet he wasn't ready to claim Myria just yet. She hadn't squirmed enough....he had yet to hear her cry out for him. Not the petulant cries Sylvannia had been making just now, hoping to drive a dagger in her sister's heart. No, he hadn't been stupid, he had known that despite his orders...his commands....the blonde bitch hadn't ceased her wickedness one bit. She had simply thought herself clever enough to hide it better.

And so he set upon Myria's timid breasts. He kept his hands from her for now....each to either side of her as he supported his own weight. His head dipping low to lavish affection on her womanly form. He could feel her shiver as he rolled her nipples about with his tongue before suckling firmly on one, drawing it into his mouth with the harshness of a starving child even though both knew no milk would be forthcoming.

He would have her arch for him. Cry out for him. Fingers sought her moist arousal, touching her when he had refused to do so for Sylvannia earlier. A long digit pressed gently against her hooded button momentarily before sliding lower to tease the entrance to her sodden pussy. And when she did arch, he would be there. He would not allow her to return back to the ground, not until she had ground herself against his fingers, fingers that even now slipped into her, stirring her inside....testing her tightness.....

Bjorn kissed his way back up to her shoulders, drifting hot little bits of moist love across her delicate neck. So frail looking, he had no doubt that he could crush her with little difficulty if he wanted. Instead, he found it exhilirating, sublimely arousing to feel each flutter of her catching breath against his lips as he showered her with affection.

She had submit to him. And he was going to enjoy every last moment of it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The soft mewing intertwined with soft moans, intentionally made loud by Sylvania, had begun to grate on Myria’s nerves, which was quickly dwindling down to her very last one. The stoic warrioress tried to focus her attention completely on their hostess. It wasn’t an easy task. Her finely tuned elven hearing kept picking up Sylvannia’s expressions of pleasure. Resentment crept into Myria’s mind. Surely Master was not so enamored of Syl that he didn’t know what the wench as about. Or, had the blood so totally left his brain that it now pooled in the now stiff proof between his legs? Proof that was probably riding Sylvannia’s overly greedy pussy.


"She's a cat in heat. Her pregnancy is partly to blame for it, though you're right. She certainly seems to enjoy rubbing it in that she has him right now, doesn't she. Don't you worry one bit, milady. First I'll fix you up....then I'll take care of her. She won't be in your way much longer."

Julia’s words drug Myria’s wandering mind back into the kitchen. She watched the half elf delicately swirl some mixture of herbs in a cup. Dare she trust this half human? Could she be trusted? Everything inside Myria shouted, “No.” Yet……..


"I'm warning you. Its bitter and will be difficult to choke down. This drought is meant to still your fertility, if even for a short time. I hope you don't expect something this toxic to taste all sugared. It won't kill you. Far from it. But it will taste like something an orc spat out."


Julia held out the cup for Myria to take. The elf still hesitated. Myria hardly expected any kind of concoction to taste like honey, as she well knew from her own dabbling with herbs. Should the half elf have poisoned her, she would have sealed her own fate for Master would kill her with his hands. This woman, this half elf, dared to poison one of his own? Or her fate would be worse than death. Either way, Julia would be dead or wish she was. Myria’s slender fingers closed around the cup and drew it toward herself, lifting the cup to her lips.


"It seems to me that you're wrong."

The cup stopped tipping as Myria’s eyes met Julia’s over the rim.

"It seems to me that this man has already chosen you over your sister. She will learn her place soon enough. And when she does, she will know despair. Its up to you how you react when that happens, but I think the little bitch should drown in it."

Julia’s words whispered across Myria’s soul like a declaration of fate. However, Myria couldn’t believe that Bjorn would choose either of them over the other. Each had their place. Each were given tasks to accomplish that suited their talents. Did Sylvannia’s have any kind of useful talent outside of the bedroom? Would any man care, especially having sampled her charms, over and over again? It wasn’t that Syl couldn’t learn a skill or have a usefulness beyond being a brood mare, it was more along the lines that she didn’t want to. If all she had to do was lie on her back and spread her legs, letting Master pump into her body and to readily accept his seed, why would she contemplate anything else? Sylvania was truly a lazy wench though Master had instilled the fear of his anger into her and having made her his own, she had little resistance to him, in any case.

Julia had turned from her, stoppering bottles and replacing them on shelves as Myria gathered her courage, braced herself internally and drained the contents in the mug. For a moment, her stomach roiled, the contents threatening to come back up along with her last meal. Myria steeled her fortitude and willed the entire contents of her stomach to stay down.


“Come. Let us return to the other room.”

“I would rather not. I would rather stay here until they are done. I have had enough of my sister’s smug expressions while she mates with Master.”

“For a warrior, you lack courage.”

Something akin to cold steel formed in Myria’s belly as her eyes lifted once more to her hostess. Was this woman, this half-elf, challenging her?

“You have a great deal of courage in many ways, Myria. I have little doubt of that. You also have a great deal of self-confidence, but you lack it in one direction. You lack confidence where that man is concerned. You are going to go in there and you are going to mate with him…”

“But Sylvannia---“

“You will leave Sylvannia to me. I know her kind. Come. Let us rejoin them.”

All Myria could respond with was a firm nod.

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In the other room, sitting in front of the fire, was Master with Sylvannia in his lap, her legs spread widely across his muscular thighs. His hands rode on either side of her hips, not guiding her, but rather simply holding her, letting her wicked sister do all the work and ride him. His head was tilted back, as his eyes watched Sylvannia. His hips never rose to meet hers. Sylvannia, for her part, moaned louder, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck as she spied her sister and Julia returning to the room. Her eyes lifted slightly, regarding them both. Triumph and gloating shone from their depths before her attention returned to the man she rode with wanton pleasure.

Bitch.

It was a single thought of Myria’s. Her eyes never left the two of them as she moved to place herself behind her sister and in front of the fire. There, she waited. Julia moved in as well, coaxing the thoroughly aroused Sylvannia from Bjorn. It hadn’t taken Julia long at all. A few well-placed kisses behind the pregnant one’s ears while filling her hands with the moaning elf’s breasts.

Sylvannia, for her part, resisted Julia’s intentions, at first. Eventually, the half elf’s efforts could not be denied. The dryad had ruined men for Sylvannia even though in her younger years Sylvannia had found herself drawn to and aroused by other women. The dryad had shown Sylvannia many things. For most of her captivity, Sylvannia had been at the mercy of the voracious dryad and what the dryad couldn’t do with her own hands, mouth or other body parts, she introduced Sylvannia to a double headed phallus made from pine, a soft wood that had been whittled and sanded to insure pleasure at its finest. She would seduce Sylvannia with her hands and mouth before she slowly inserted one end of the phallus into Sylvannia’s needy pussy before inserting the other end into her own hungry tunnel. Rocking it deeper and deeper into Sylvannia until she cried out. Rocking it deeper and deeper into her own body until their nether lips met and her own cries echoed the silky elf below her. Sylvannia was hopeless and happily lost. To this day, she could not recount how many days had actually been lost, not that she had cared. Eventually, the dryad had sent the elf back into her world. Sylvannia begged to stay. The dryad explained that there was a pact between her world and Sylvannia’s. Eventually, the dryad had to return her captive to their world.

Sylvannia’s fingers laced into Julia’s hair, urgently tugging their hostess more snugly to her pussy while spreading her legs further apart. Sylvannia’s hips pressed and retreated against Julia’s mouth. A woman’s mouth. A woman’s tongue. And…oh… dear god… a woman’s fingers. Only another woman knew the exact pressure to use. Where to use it. Sylvannia openly and unashamedly moaned her pleasure aloud.

Bjorn and Myria took no heed of those cries. She had discarded her armor, before his eyes. Her hands slid her leggings from her hips, letting them fall to her ankles before she stepped free of them. He spoke nary a word. His eyes simply watched her. But those eyes, they held her captive to the flame that burned within them. A flame, she fancied, that burned just for her. It was a fantasy, of course, but it was her fantasy. Light from the fireplace flickered over her body as she slowly lowered it to the floor, opting to go to him on her hands and knees. The line of her back was straight. Proud. Her eyes stayed lowered until she came close, then they raised to meet his own. She positioned herself in front of him as she laid flat on her back before him, splaying her legs apart, offering him an unguarded view of herself. This. This was the first time she had ever come to him and offered herself. Always before it was he who sought her out. Her eyes never left him as she settled into place. She was wet. Needy. She didn’t have to look to know her own arousal dripped from her. The look in his eyes made her suddenly want to jump up and run. Her breath came fast and hard. Her chest rose violently as the turmoil within her surfaced, as she fought that instinctual need to run. His growl filled her ears as he suddenly moved and came over her. Myria’s fingertips pressed into the wood floor or rather tried to. Her flight response grew stronger and yet…. She wanted this. Wanted him. Her body trembled as she felt his rock hard cock slide along her mons. Her lips parted to let a moan slip past them but before it could, his lips covered hers. His tongue found its way into her mouth and her own played against it. Welcomed it. His kiss was hard. Almost punishing. Claiming. She gave herself up to it. She gave herself up to the pleasure he was arousing in her, remembering the drink she had taken in the kitchen, it made her bolder than ever. His lips left hers, roaming. Roaming lower, over her jaw, down her neck until it found a nipple and drew it into the warmth of his mouth before suckling upon her. Her breath left her body. Her hands rose from the floor, fingertips trailed experimentally across the expanse of his naked back.

Dear gods in heaven. It was too much. Too much for her. Or so she thought. His finger ….. how had it gotten down there without her knowing it? His finger slid against her wetness, found her hidden arousal and pressed against it for a moment before moving lower, tracing along her slickened lips with a light touch. She squirmed, arching upward, silently begging that finger to fill where she was needful. He continued to suckle at her breast. The feelings he aroused in her made her momentarily forget about his finger until it slipped into her. She cried out then. THIS, this, was too much and again, he showed her otherwise. His finger prodded, testing her tightness, her readiness. Each time his finger withdrew, she clamped down on it as if to hold him within her. Each time he pressed inward, she ground herself against his hand, pressing him deeper into her body. She could feel her body open to him. Soften, to receive him. His lips left her breast, moving back up the way he had come, showering her body and shoulder with his kisses. Each kiss was like a hot brand on her sensitive skin. Her eyes had closed even as his mouth had closed around her nipple. Sparks of light had flew across her closed eyelids as he aroused her body. Now, those eyes opened slowly as if drugged, focusing on the man above her. Her lower body was still moving in tandem with his finger as it buried itself and withdrew from her body. His head was so close to her own. She could feel his warm breath on her skin. On her lips.

“Please,” she whispered softly, “please….”

Her eyes shone with her desire. Her need. And as if to reinforce that need, her pussy clamped down on his finger.

“Please….” She managed yet again. Her tone spoke of her desperate need. Her eyes told him what her lips had not yet spoken of.

She didn’t care that there were two others in the same room with them. In fact, they both had melted away from her consciousness the moment Julia had snagged Sylvannia off him. As far as she was concerned, there was only the two of them. Here. Now. He was going to take her. There was no denying it. There was also no denying that she wanted him to and this time? This time he would not pull from her body at the very last moment to seek out Sylvannia or even Julia. No. This moment, right here and now, was theirs. Bjorn. Myria. Master. Submissive. Nothing absolutely NOTHING was going to rob her of this moment. Julia’s tea had given her strength to let her heart fly. It would be up to her master to catch it and hold fast.