Kingdom Besieged (closed for dryfter)

[dryfter]

Myria was responding surprisingly well to his teasing. He had given her free will, unlike her sister, a fact he was reminded of more often than not by her prideful shows. Bjorn couldn't help but smile as he remembered her angry storming from the cabin just hours earlier.....at the mere thought that she was nothing more than a pet, all sparked by the unwary words of a half-elf.

Julia had gone after her. Bjorn had kept himself from doing the same, knowing both that Myria was inexorably bound to him, and just as sure that the sword maiden could handle herself should Julia's intentions prove less than benevolent.

Now....with the hot and aching body of his first conquest writhing upon his finger, Bjorn had to wonder just what the two girls had talked about. Try as he might, he couldn't remember Myria ever being this worked up before. Sure there was the night shared in the cold cavern system......it seemed forever ago, though it had only been the cycle of a single day. But even as he did his best to remember, a trick in and of itself as the elf beneath him writhed and arched against his touch.....begging in a soft and silky, heat filled voice......

“Please, please….”

She had never truly, completely, given herself over to him. There had always been a wall around her, an invisible barrier that wouldn't allow for such wanton behavior unless he exercised his dominance.....unless he bent her to his will.

But this....he hadn't commanded this. He had been perfectly content to continue plowing Sylvannia's already fertilized fields. Had even did his best to turn a blind eye to the gaunt curves of their lithe hostess. He had allowed Myria her space, even though he had seen the looks she gave him and her sister each time they coupled.....

Had he been neglecting her in some manner?

He could hear her hiss softly as his finger slowly retreated, glistening and slick with her dew. It wasn't what she wanted anyway, a fact that became resoundingly clear upon her face as she watched him settle between her outspread thighs, his hard length jarring against her tender flesh once more as he settled himself, a forearm on either side of her pretty little face.

Seconds later and he was raining kisses down upon her, each delicate almond shaped eye closing as he kissed them, kissed her nose, her high cheekbones, his mouth tracing along her jawline until he found the softness of an elven ear.....

Bjorn stayed away from the sensitive tip for now, knowing that alone could send Myria over the edge at this point, and he had different plans for doing just that. Instead he suckled the tender lobe into his mouth for just a moment......

“Please….”

She was empty now. Without even the feel of his caress upon her nethers to stifle what no doubt was a blinding heat. Bjorn rocked his hips against her with a soft, unseen smile, his turgid cock gliding easily across her wetness....and yet, missing its true mark.

"Put it inside you. Give yourself to me."

His words were the barest of whisper, as close to her ear as he was. And yet from her immediate response, he knew she hadn't missed a word.

He pierced her slowly, putting all his weight on one forearm as he reached down to place a hand on her abdomen. Using his own strength, Bjorn watched in satisfaction as Myria gasped and made the most erotic of faces as she was filled slowly with this masculinity, unable to arch herself, to take him in at the speed she no doubt desired.

The plaintive look on her face decried her dissatisfaction. This wasn't, nor would be, enough for her. Not now. Not ever.

"Good girl."

Not good pet. Good elf. Or any of a thousand words he could have chosen to "reward" her with, that would have only left her feeling cheapened. Bjorn smiled as he watched her eyes....those half slitted, smoky, lust filled eyes that she had leveled at him from the very beginning of her seduction just minutes ago. Watched them fly wide as he rocked his hips suddenly, burrowing deeply into her soft, vise-like body, feeling her trembled around his girth even as he went back to being still.

"What is that you want from me, Myria? Is this what you want?"

Of course it was what she wanted. Her body even now struggled to take him in deeper even as he held her back. And yet, this sister wasn't the flowery pushover Sylvannia was. Myria had plenty of muscle of her own from ages untold of hard training. She smelled of desire and wanting. He knew the answer, yet it was his right as Master to hear it from her lips. Not that he would make it easy on her.....giving another harsh thrust of cock right as those normally grim, thin lips of hers opened in response......

The sounds of the other two enjoying themselves only made things harder for him to hold back as he was doing. What had started as another seduction entirely, had reversed. He could feel the woman beneath him tense as his gaze turned to Sylvannia and Julia. The blonde elf had become totally submissive.....eagerly lapping at the half-elf's offered pussy, her blonde tresses the only thing he could see as Julia rode her face hard.....all the while reaching back with a delicate hand to gently stir between her lover's own thighs, keeping her docile and mewling pitifully.

"You don't like it when I look at her, do you?"

Bjorn smiled patiently as he watched a gamut of emotions run across her face. But none was more prevalent than look she gave him now. So much so that she didn't even have to voice a response to that question.

"You're right. Now is certainly not the time to be asking questions like that, is it?"

He began moving then. Releasing her from his hold as he began to slowly rock himself in and out of her. Sure, it wasn't the rough pounding she was no doubt expecting, but that was coming soon enough. For now, he was going to build her up....keep her climbing until she crested that pinnacle of mating. And then he would begin in earnest....making sure she didn't come down for a very.....very long time.

His lips dipped to her modest breasts, nibbling softly, lathing the firm globes with his tongue, yet staying away from their perky crests for now. All the while rocking her slowly with his own desire, feeling her rise up to meet him, invite him ever deeper inside her. More than once he could feel Myria shudder, her moans were plentiful to his ears, mixing with the sounds of satiation from the other two.

"So beautiful....."

He could feel her tense then, though whether from his words or impending climax, he wasn't sure. Either way, Bjorn took that as his cue to truly give her what she wanted.....hard, fast, rough......until the floorboards beneath them creaked with each savage, bruising claiming of her womanhood. Her juices flowed freely around him, each gliding plunge of his cock met no resistance at all, spreading her deeply until stopped by something, something that made her gasp, struggle for breath, her pale skin flush dangerously and her eyes widen further than he thought possible.....

There was no question when Myria climaxed. He could tell....hell, they all could probably tell. But for now, Bjorn stayed focused on himself, tempering his own lust despite the hot little number who practically begged to be seeded right now. She didn't want that, no matter how much she thought she did right now.

His lips finally found their way to her nipples.....claiming a rocky nub with a swift suckling motion, the sensitive button finding the harshness of clamping teeth almost as soon as it had found the comforting and moist warmth of its new surroundings. The barbarian smiled softly as she offered him everything that was her......her cunt still clutching him, spasming through a climax he only sought to prolong now.

A strong arm hooked her behind a knee, lifting a slender leg almost to her face and baring her pierced hole for either of them to see....to watch.....as Bjorn thrust feverishly into her, each lunge seeking that soft barrier that made her breath catch every time. He bit down gently as the cabin echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking.....a single whisper, for her and only her, yet no doubt heard by every sharp elf ear in the room.....attempted to reach her through the haze he had done everything in his power to put her in.....

"Tell me what you want."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His voice. It was the only thing she heard. As he withdrew his finger from her body, she made a soft hissing sound of disappointment. Was that it? What had she done wrong? No. Wait. His weight settled over her. Her fingers curled against his higher thighs. He wasn’t going anywhere after all. THIS. This is what she needed. His kisses came unexpectedly. Closing her eyes with their gentle embrace. Why, oh, why hadn’t she found the courage to do this sooner? Her nose wrinkled up slightly as he kissed it, maing her smile through the heat he was fanning in her body. His lips moved across her cheekbones and he made her breath suck in on an ever soft, slight moan as they found her ear.

Dear Goddess, not the tip. Please not the tip of my ear.”

The request was a silent one, spoken only in her mind. He teased her relentlessly by gently rubbing the sturdy column of his cock against her now wet slit. Roughened fingertips dug into the flesh of his thighs. She could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten each time he rubbed against her. Her eyes, still closed by the kisses he had bestowed, slowly opened with the words her spoke next.

"Put it inside you. Give yourself to me."

Fingertips unfurled from flesh, sliding languidly over the surface of her pelvic area and found the hardness she wanted inside her. Aware that her fingertips weren’t as soft as her sister’s or even Julia’s, she carefully let them glide over his cock. So strong. So hard. So warm. He pulsed against her fingers. The latter curled around him lightly, cradling him in her palm. Her hand moved upon him. Up. Down. Myria guided the head of his cock to her opening, feeling him barely slide between her vaginal lips. He took over from there, sliding slowly into her heated depth. She wanted to arch her hips upward and found her way blocked by his hands. He held her down, keeping her from responding in any way. How could she possibly hate a man and want him so desperately all at once. Her eyes, which had been half closed with the heaviness of desire, now widened as he pierced deeper into her pussy. She had very barely heard his “Good girl.” That was something that would come back to her later. Much later.

"What is that you want from me, Myria? Is this what you want?"

The huskiness in his voice that gave credence that he wasn’t unmoved but rather aroused by their coupling as she was, made her clench his hardness that was finally buried deep inside her. Her womb wept eagerness.

Yes. Yes this is what she wanted. Him. Primally. Buried in the depth of her vagina. Something very primal came over her. She knew he wanted to hear her words, words until now she had denied both of them. Words that were on the tip of her tongue. Words that weren’t uttered as he drove himself into her and then glanced over at Sylvannia and Julia. Her eyes unwillingly followed his. Even now while he was planted up to his balls, deep in her body, he looked to Sylvannia. A look of distaste entered her eyes but her body was too far gone in need and desire to pull away from him.

"You don't like it when I look at her, do you?"

Her eyes found his face, finding him watching her. Her emotions were raw. On the edge. Everything was there in her eyes for him to see. Everything. No words left her lips, but he knew. He knew.

"You're right. Now is certainly not the time to be asking questions like that, is it?"

No, it wasn’t but even as he began moving in her body again, she knew the question would not be forgotten. Sooner or later, she would have to answer it.

Each thrust of his cock into her willing body was made slick by the wetness he created in her.

Deeper…..deeper…..

It was her silent plea as her body opened freely to his. Time and time again, the head of thick cock found the lip of her cervix, making her gasp softly. Made her breath fly from her body until she struggled to retrieve air into her starving lungs.

His lips circled and claimed a rigid, aching nipple. Drawing it into the heated, warm, wet depth of his mouth. She squirmed. Internally and externally, groaning softly as her body surged upward, wanting him hard and brutal. Wanting him to bruise the entrance to her womb. Her eyes unknowingly closed in the maelstrom of desire he had woven over her. Through her.

His words came softly. Ever so softly. Meant only for her ears as he released her nipple from his voracious mouth.

"Tell me what you want."

His whisper rolled through her. It whipped against her soul. It tore at every belief she had. Here. Now. It was as primal as it got. One man. One woman.

Her heavy eyelids lifted. With eyes that were fully dazed with need. With wanting. Bore into his own. Words. He wanted the words…..

“Breed me, Master.”

She gave him the words.

They came out softly.

Meant for his ears alone.

 

[dryfter]

“Breed me, Master.”

Softly spoken, thick with need. He could feel her tremble beneath him and there was no doubt in Bjorn's mind that it was exactly what she wanted. What she thought he wanted.

"It seems I'll have to discipline her."

Myria's body tensed beneath him, close enough that he could see her eyes widen suddenly, their pupils wavering as unsteadily as the emotions racing through her. He could clearly see the turmoil that lie deep within, as if her gaze truly was a window to so much more of her......

"Would you abandon your duty then? Sacrifice everything just to have what you think your sister has? No. I know you better than that, Myria."

His rhythm within her tight, clutching pussy slowed, yet he did nothing as the elf maiden beneath him desperately moved her own body in a vain attempt to make up for what he had begin to stave....

"You have my trust. You have my admiration. These are things Sylvannia is unlikely to ever have. Look not upon what you do not have, but all the things that you do."

He hadn't stopped completely, nor did he intend to. Instead, he moved slowly, stroking himself against her tightness, drawing out their coupling now where it could very well have ended in a heated rush. He couldn't have her lost in passion as well, not when he had one more important lesson to impart with her.

Julia and her elven lover were doing well to mask any words he had for her. A couple of cats in heat, one more dominant than the other, yet still taking what they wanted from each other. As Bjorn looked over for a moment, he wondered just how long it had been since the half elf had been touched by anyone. Surely their waifish host had rationalized to herself that what she was doing with Sylvannia wasn't truly tarnishing her relationship with her beloved, whom she still waited and longed for. Bjorn highly doubted this would have been played out nearly as heatedly if it were him thrusting eagerly against her glistening lotus.

For now though, he had to be content that the words he had for Myria would remain Myria's.

"Perhaps one day. When I become strong. Strong enough to protect you instead of the other way around. If you wake up one morning and decide that is still your wish, and not just something you'll hate me for the next morning......perhaps then."

The young barbarian smiled softly, holding her lovely gaze with his own for just a moment before leaning forward to gently kiss her nose.

"Because face it. If I seeded you tonight.....and it took.....you'd hate me tomorrow, and you know it."

Slow or not, the soft stirring of their bodies as he gently rocked his words into her.....was also beginning to take a toll. On his own sanity more than anything else. Bjorn wanted to take her, rouigh and primal. Worse still was the knowing that she wanted the same. Yet it was tender arms that wrapped about his prized elven conquest....a gentle questing for the most sensitive spots within her. While he wished he had all evening to be patient.....his body had other ideas, choosing to be primal when he least wished it. Especially after hearing Myria's wish......

Sweat, heavy breathing, the welcome glow from the fireplace upon their flesh. Long minutes passed as he simply let the pressure in his loins build, well in control as he sought to bring Myria to her own heights. Not with a brutal, savage fucking as perhaps he had intended.....but with the soft teasing of a tongue across her neck and shoulders, thick fingers gently clutching her breasts, rolling her nipples.....and yes, even the occasional mouthing of her sensitive ears. Each designed to speed her own breath, shiver beneath him, arch her tight, perfect body......

So why....?

Why when the time of epiphany had finally reached a point of impending conclusion. When it was his responsibility to make good on all the words he had said to her.....his plans for her.....his dreams......

Did he find her legs, her thighs, wrapped tightly around him.....preventing his escape?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Fear. It crossed her face. She didn’t try to hide it. He wasn’t going to do it. He was going to pull out of at the very last moment and take Sylvannia or even Julia. Everything she had wanted, the potion Julia had made for her, was going to be for naught. He didn’t know. How could he? Would he become angry with her for taking it? Could she even confess such to him?

His words had stirred her, more than she would like to admit, even to herself. His trust was a precious thing. What did Syl have? Aside from his child growing in her womb? Something in Myria quivered at that thought. It was something she didn’t wish to examine too closely.

"Perhaps one day. When I become strong. Strong enough to protect you instead of the other way around. If you wake up one morning and decide that is still your wish, and not just something you'll hate me for the next morning......perhaps then."

How could she not admire such a thought or the thoughtfulness behind it? He could easily have impregnated her at any time since he had taken for his own and what had he done instead? Respected her and her abilities. Entrusted her with their safety and well-being. That was all well and good but she wanted something more. The heated sounds of erotic pleasure coming from Julia and Sylvannia penetrated her consciousness, making her interior muscles clenched around him, holding tight and tugging him, encouraging him to delve deeper.

It couldn’t be helped. She had to tell him…before he left her.. like before. It wasn’t easy. He was being gentle and generous. He seduced. Wooed, even. It was a different feeling. Something totally different than any time before and she was falling under its hypnotic spell. Her fingertips found his lower back as her arms slid around him. Each time he rocked into her, she arched to meet him, fingers pressing into his spine. Myria became lost again as his mouth found her ears. She couldn’t help it or resist it. One soft moan followed another. The interior feminine cavity of her body softened for him. Every muscle and fiber of her muscles tensed as she strove toward the release she so desperately wanted and yet….. not. Not without him this time. Her lips found the shell of his ear as she whispered her naughty little secret there.

“Master,” her voice was slightly breathless, “Julia….”

Another moan of passion interrupted her words as her body arched and ground against his. Her fingers dug deeper into his back.

“Julia…. gave me… something…..”

Would he want to hear this? Would he want his seed to go to waste? There was only one female in the room he could breed successfully but she wasn’t sure of his plans for Julia.

By the Lady! How had she come to this? Wanting a human to spill his seed inside of her? It hadn’t mattered one iota to her that he wouldn’t be able to breed her. She had faith in Julia and her potion. So why was she, Myria doing this? What was it about this human that had changed her opinion of him? Why did it the thought of him, in the moment of his greatest need, turning to someone else or even simply spilling his seed on her body instead of in it, hurt her? Why did such a thought make her feel… unworthy or even a failure somehow? But it was more than that. Deeper. The sudden realization that hit her next, stole her breath away. Myria didn’t want him to make her pregnant, this was true. It wasn’t for the reasons she had previously given him. The same reasons she had always stoically stood by. Simply, at this point, she wanted it all. She wanted the experience of him finding completion in her body, straining down, pouring himself into her. She also wanted his continued admiration and respect for her ability to care for their growing family. Any female could make him a baby but not everyone could do what she did as well as she did.

There was a tiny voice in her head taunting her however, whispering in her mind that she was fooling no one. Myria wanted to feel life quicken in her body. Life she created with him. Something tugged at her womb. Some day. Maybe. Now was not the time. He was right. There was still far too much to do and he needed her in other ways far from making babies.

But tonight, maybe for only this night, she wanted something to remember. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him quake between her thighs, to arch above her, filling her womb to overflowing, to have him collapse upon her while her hands soothed him. Why she needed this, Myria was puzzled. She didn’t understand it herself. She was simply reacting on instinct. She wanted him in a way not even Sylvannia could claim to have him. Ever. She, Myria, had been his first and no matter how many would come after, she would always be his first. She wanted that sealed. With his seed.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly to her as she ground her sex against him with his next inward stroke. Her fingers left his back, snaking slowly up his spine, raking over the back of his neck before they moved into his hair, against his scalp. Her lips whispered in his ear with erotic urgency. Her body moved against his rougher than before.

“Master. Please. Do not leave me. Not this time. Give me your seed. Please. I beg you.”

 

[dryfter]

“Julia…. gave me… something…..”

His eyes narrowed, even though he found himself in heaven's embrace. For a moment, a surge of suspicion that bordered on anger stole away his need for completion. It was short lived. Myria's body coiled about him, stroking his hard length and clenching impulsively as she shook around him.

The more he thought about it, the more impressive it was that she could even speak at all through her ragged draws of breath. A feat made even harder by the fact that he hadn't exactly begun to fight her yet. But just what had the half-elf given her? And aphrodesiac perhaps? There was no doubt Myria was impassioned. Were she a cat, he would no doubt think her in heat. Did elves even have times of heat? Not that he could recall. Not once, with all the partners Bjorn's father had dragged into his tent and claimed.....not unless they were instructed to behave in such a manner.

Myria knew the dangers, knew what he had commanded of her. And yet she was clearly willing to take the chance. Worse still, was that with each passing moment, he could feel himself giving in to her. And yet, she had not openly rebelled against him....that was, until she wrapped her legs about him.

She clearly meant to prevent his escape, and yet the thought barely occurred to him as the same motion invited him ever deeper into her grasping flesh. He could feel himself reach the end of her torrid tunnel, giving the elf maiden a firm kiss where no other man ever had.

“Master. Please. Do not leave me. Not this time. Give me your seed. Please. I beg you.”

The other two in the room continued to distract themselves in a panting heap of entwining tongues, thighs and fingers.......the strong scent of lovemaking was everywhere.....and it was heady indeed. Yet it was nothing when compared to the look upon his chosen elf's face when he surged forward to bottom out in her again.

He wanted to ask her about what Julia had given her exactly. However, the time for that was past. The deep ache in his loins had to be answered, and swiftly. Myria's warrior muscles were like iron, locking him firmly in place against anything other than his next lusty piercing. Bjorn doubted in his strength and leverage should he actually want to break free of her.......

Not that he had such thoughts. Not when gazing upon the pained need beneath him. Not when he questioned whether it was the need itself that pained Myria......or his lack of trust in her......

Should he trust her? He had seen how elves behaved after a good taming. He would have been laughed right out of the clan hold for even attempting to let Myria have as much free rein as he had. She was free willed.....but did it matter? Had she submitted to the point that it had usurped her will?

The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. The last thing he wanted was another cum dump like the one now being toyed with shamelessly by Julia. He had wanted Myria to be special. Had fallen for her strength the very first day he had found her.....fighting for her life on the battlefield against the wounds that had threatened to claim her.

But what if he was wrong? What if he was thinking too much into this? A frustrated growl found its way to her ear, and yet she did not let him go.

“Master. Please. Do not leave me. Not this time. Give me your seed. Please. I beg you.”

Her words echoed even through the tempest of his thoughts. It was far past the time for decision making.....

With a ragged cry that earned all eyes on him, Bjorn arched against her, driving deep.....pushing forward until he felt the barrier he had been striking repeatedly.....

His climax ripped through him, and into her.....wave of crushing pleasure, his very breath stilled this moment as he blasted his heat against her own, pushing ever gently, rocking just enough for continued friction as the flow of dangerous seed painted her inner gates like waves crashing against rocky shore.

Only after the last shudder did he finally remember to breathe, the thick forearms on either side of her trembling slightly as he gently lowered himself down to her......speechless.....and unsure of what he had just done.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The need for him had run deep and desperate. She didn’t understand it, not yet anyway. Just this once, she silently begged, just this once she wanted his completion deep inside her. For all her strength, for all of her will, there was a need….to know, to understand. Myria sensed the battle that raged within him. It was a battle she violently wanted to win. Bjorn, the man who had found her ad saved her, the man to whom she owed her life, the man she had sworn to guard and protect, the man who had never treated her as if she were born for only one thing… his pleasure and as a vessel to bear his children. No, she was more than that. They both knew it. Yet, she couldn’t rise above all those things. She couldn’t tell him why it pained her that every time he mated with her, his completion was either spent out of her body or in her sister. Worse, in her mind, was watching him call for Sylvannia, who came running and lay before him, her legs spread eagerly, as he drove his cock deep into her body until he hit her womb, arching against the bitch until he splashed his seed. It was her, Myria’s body, her own connection with her master, that should have received his seed. Yet… her mind fought with itself. She was conflicted. They both knew she feared spawning his child.

Her body spoke for her. It trembled and quivered in his embrace. Her pussy clenched and rippled around him, milking him. He was pushing her over that edge and she wanted him with her. It wasn’t for a child that she wanted his claim, it was for himself. Some greater need inside of her had to know he wanted her so badly that he would lose himself, pressed against the opening of her womb. She felt him arch against her, drove himself violently as deep as his body would allow. The silent knowing that he was not going to pull away from her this time, had her body arching up to meet his. Her legs wound tightly around him, not letting him go. Not this time. Myria felt the heat of his seed releasing itself from his cock and splashed the inside of her body, coating it. The force of his release, made her cum again. Dear Goddess, if only they could stay this way. Bjorn trembled and relaxed against her own relaxed body. A shaky hand raised up to cradle the back of his head before gliding down his back with a soft touch. His breathing was harsh in her ear and she was sure that her own matched it. Her head was slightly tilted back, eyes closed. She damn well hoped this potion of Julia’s worked. The reality of what she had just done infused itself in her brain. Finally. Without the carnal need driving her, logic came to the forefront.

Myria turned her head, opening her eyes. The haze of spent passion still suffused them. Her sight lighted upon Julia and Sylvannia. Julia had Sylvannia’s hair clenched in her hand as her other hand held the pregnant woman’s head to Julia’s pussy. Julia rode Sylvannia’s face, shuddering against it as she reached her climax. Sylvannia shoved two fingers into Julia’s pussy, finger fucking her as her tongue lapped against her. Julia was putting the bitch to work, forcing her to work for what she sought, which was, at this moment, Julia’s orgasm. Myria’s lips twitched in amusement. If Bjorn was going to build himself an empire, the head of his harem would undoubtedly be Sylvannia. Sylvannia was insatiable. Man. Woman. She simply did not care. Myria idly wondered how Sylvannia would be now that she was pregnant.

The weight of the man lying on top of her pervaded her mind, reminding her of their current situation. She was slick with the combination of her juices and his seed. Her hand idly, softly, scratched his back. Had she now set into motion something new? Or would they return to what had been after this night?

 

[dryfter]

It was a good thing she had a partner of her own.

The younger sister's fingers and tongue proved more then a simple distraction as Julia ground hard and downward once more. The human had ridden his elf hard and now both lie in a tangled, panting, sweaty mess. It had been tempting. Far too tempting to switch sides and experience a little of humanity's famous libido for herself. But she had restraint. Loyalty. A man of her own she had to wait for, who would return one day....hopefully soon. In the meantime......well, it wasn't cheating if it was with another woman, was it?

She was happy to be ignored by them both for now, content to entwine her fingers in the blond elf's hair as she moved against her again. Happy to coo her pleasure as she felt her moist folds part for fingers in addition to tongue. Thrilled to tell Sylvannia just what she thought of her as her orgasm slowly built itself higher....closer....

"That's it....do you're best, you little slut. You were so easy to get off, but you're going to have to work a little harder. You like that though, don't you?"

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Bjorn lay there....his warrioress curled firmly about him. Her soft touch on his back easing his breathing back down closer to where it should be. Tomorrow....he would question them. Especially Julia. Find out what she had given Myria before coming to terms with just what they had done here. At the very least, he had given her another large dose of his seed. That was bound to have some measure of consequence. But what was done was done. He never moved from her....never once attempted to voice displeasure or move away. Instead, the barbarian simply let her lull him into a state of relaxation with her gentle, insistent touch. This would have to be addressed, but it didn't have to be done right now.

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"Master."

The firelight had died down, yet somehow he remained as warm as ever. Turning at the sound of her voice, Bjorn thrilled slightly at the sight of her. His lovely Myria. Naked and smiling as moonlight poured in from the cottage's lone window to cascade over her pale shoulders. It was such a majestic view, made even more so by the fact that she stood before him completely nude, beckoning with one hand for him to rise from where he lay on the floor.

The glint in the dark haired elf's eye was playful, knowing she had his full attention as the slender appendage drew back.....to slowly caress her swollen belly. Fingertips traced across tautly stretched skin as he brazenly stared. He had no doubt that she was full term and that the child she carried was his. For a moment, he panicked....if Myria was this far along than surely Sylvannia......

Was nowhere to be found. It was just the two of them alone in a cabin that was a mystery in itself. It was much warmer in here than it should be, but could he be sure it wasn't just a dangerous flush of skin? And just where had the other two gone.

"You did this to me. Are you happy? Does it....please you?"

Slowly, Myria slid toward him from the chair she had been perched on. When had that gotten there.

"Look at me, master. So full. So well bred. And its only our first."

The soon to be mother reached down.....tracing fingertips along his swelling shaft before giving him a lusty smile, "I can't wait to be fucked again. My womb claimed just as you claimed me moons ago. This is our first, but you'll make sure it's not our last......won't you, Master?"

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Finally, things had died down. Even if it meant that she was now the only of them clad in a stitch of clothing. Clothing that had been donned rapidly enough once the turgid fling with Sylvannia had finally come to a close. It was no surprise to Julia that the three of them slept. The sister elves had lived up to their reputation as a human's sexpots.....while she herself had been inspired. Sylvannia's mouth had been kept far too busy to be used to heckle Myria. The half elf only hoped that the warrioress was finding some form of completion or solace, still wrapped about the slumbering form of her human. If it weren't for a stray flicker of firelight.....Julia would have guessed her to be asleep as well.

Myria was far from slumbering. They both knew that Julia wasn't a threat, yet the half-elf felt her guest's gaze upon her relentlessly none the less. She could begin to guess why.

In the softest voice she could muster, Julia did her best to reassure her, "It worked. I'm certain of it. You're safe. I've used that potion myself a time or two on a lonely night."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Myria believed the woman, yet, there was some very small part of herself that worried. The Universe had a strange way of flipping a coin and making no one safe. Still, she was tired. It had been a long day and her sister had a way of prodding at her and it simply made Myria tired. A slight soft smile played along Myria’s lips. No matter how little the worry, it had been worth it. A tiny shiver slid down her spine. What was Master going to say when he found out? It wasn’t as if he could fill Syl’s womb because if Julia was to be believed, the brat was already pregnant. Myria chewed the inside of her lip thoughtfully. Would Master take Julia for his own as well? Myria was resigned. It was Master’s will that mattered, not her own.

Unable to sleep, Myria untangled herself from Bjorn and after donning her shift, she -padded quietly to the kitchen area where she set about fixing a cup of tea.

"It worked. I'm certain of it. You're safe. I've used that potion myself a time or two on a lonely night."

Myria whirled around at the soft voice of Julia and then rolled her eyes in relief. Hearing Julia’s soft reassurance, Myria started to make tea for two while she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. Reaching for the kettle of hot water, she poured the steaming liquid into both cups, set the kettle back on the kitchen hearth and turned to hand one cup to Julia before taking her own and sitting on a kitchen stool. Julia accepted the cup with a quiet thank you and watched the warrioress.

“What troubles you, Myria? For something surely is.”

Myria took a sip of the hot brew, wrapping her hands arounds around the mug.

“Several things. First, Sylvannia does. I can‘t begin to even fathom what her behavior is going to become once her mind settles into knowing she carries Master’s first born. She’s nearly impossible now since she knows that Master puts his seed inside her, not me. Oh, she knows why, but that doesn’t stop her from being childish about it all. She’ll find some excuse to get out of doing even a small share of her responsibilities because of it. Then who is it going to fall upon? You and I. Secondly, Master is on my mind. Hard. I do not think he was happy to learn that you gave me something but by the time I spoke of it, his lust was far too gone. I don’t think he understands what it means to me. We both have come to terms about my duties. There’s some part of me that wants to give him a child. A part of me is scared to do so. Another part wants nothing to do with it. I am so conflicted, Julia. I just know I am envious of Sylvannia. Every time Master breeds with her, she has his seed. His completion and until tonight, I did not. I watched as my body was pleasured and then he would pull away, summon Sylvannia and give her what I felt was rightfully mine. Until tonight, I did not have whatever it was you gave me to prevent becoming with child.”

Myria reached out and took Julia’s hand.

“When Master decides to take you for his own. Be prepared. I do not think Slyvannia will take it lightly. She will be crafty about it to be sure but I think she fools only herself. Master knows more than he lets on. How or if he will punish her for it, I do not know. If she carries his child, he will be much more lenient with her, I think. I am not worried for myself. I have dealt with Sylvannia all my life before Master. It is you I worry about. I will do my best to come between you but you know as well as I, I will not always be around and how she will treat you, is unclear. Half elves to her are no better than the lowest servant. Be on your guard, Julia. Sleep well.”

Myria finished up her tea and put her mug with the dishes that needed to be cleaned in the morning and turned to retrace her steps to reclaim her place at her master’s side.

 

[dryfter]

Tea. Just what she needed to relax. That and a good fucking, and seeing as how she had just achieved that.....

Julia barely hesitated before reaching for the proffered cup. And while her own sexual experience had been fulfilling, mostly at the expense of Sylvannia, their half elven host could sense that not all of Myria's stress had left her as easily as she had hoped. When she finally asked what bothered her full blooded cousin, she hadn't been all too sure if she was even going to receive a reply.

“Several things. First, Sylvannia does. I can‘t begin to even fathom what her behavior is going to become once her mind settles into knowing she carries Master’s first born. She’s nearly impossible now since she knows that Master puts his seed inside her, not me. Oh, she knows why, but that doesn’t stop her from being childish about it all. She’ll find some excuse to get out of doing even a small share of her responsibilities because of it. Then who is it going to fall upon? You and I. Secondly, Master is on my mind. Hard. I do not think he was happy to learn that you gave me something but by the time I spoke of it, his lust was far too gone. I don’t think he understands what it means to me. We both have come to terms about my duties. There’s some part of me that wants to give him a child. A part of me is scared to do so. Another part wants nothing to do with it. I am so conflicted, Julia. I just know I am envious of Sylvannia. Every time Master breeds with her, she has his seed. His completion and until tonight, I did not. I watched as my body was pleasured and then he would pull away, summon Sylvannia and give her what I felt was rightfully mine. Until tonight, I did not have whatever it was you gave me to prevent becoming with child.”

The tea was fragrant, light, with just a hint of citrus tang to it as the cup lowered thoughtfully from her lips. How much did Myria know already? How much should she tell her? Judging from how Sylvannia acted it was easy to guess which one of them had the most....experience.

"I don't think you have to worry about that."

She could feel Myria's eyes upon her. Sighing softly, she paused, lowering the delicate cup to the rickety table before continuing, "You'll see soon enough. Human spawn grows rapidly in elven wombs. It is said that the child feeds on the inherent magic they possess. While their own mates take up to nine months to carry their young, an elven mate can swell to full term in six to seven. However, its very draining on the mother. Don't be surprised to find your sister more subdued and docile than what you're used to in the days to come. Though judging from what you've told me, this should be a welcome change, yes?"

A wry smile as for a moment Julia looked past the warrioress to regard the disheveled blond still languishing on the floor....a respectable distance from her human master. The rise and fall of her chest leaving little doubt to their observer that she still remained in the blissful grasp of post coital slumber. She didn't even need to look at the human. Soft snoring that any elf would be embarrassed as hell to make reached both of their ears....and the half elf couldn't help but smile just a little, clearly amused.

"As for him making me his own, I'm sorry...but that's not happening. Whether it results in my death or his."

She didn't miss the sharp glance this got her almost immediately. Julia remained still, non threatening, yet not backing off at the same time...choosing to meet Myria's gaze.

"I believe I told you when you arrived here. Your master has no power over me. I'm half elven yes....but I'm half human too. Still, that doesn't mean that with you and your sister he couldn't rape me. I'm well aware of the possibility. But everything I've seen of him so far bespeaks intelligence, and I truly think he knows that thinking with his cock would only lead to watching his back for the rest of his life. I have a man who I'm waiting for to return. I won't take my defiling lying down forever.....please forgive the horrible pun."

Another wry smile, this one so much sadder.

"And so I kill him or you all kill me. No happy endings to be had there, I'm sure you agree."

A long, slow draught from the edge of her cup. Her eyes finally lowered once more just in time for a half smile to take its place.

"I believe your human is smart enough to realize that on his own. He probably knew from the moment you walked through my door. At least that was my hope when I offered you shelter and my future services. I can only hope I made the right choice. And if I didn't.....well....let me just say now that I won't hold anything you do against you."

A last languid swallow and the teacup settled with finality upon the scarred surface that passed as her table.

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How long had it been since they had all gathered?

And yet the four of them were here now. The sharpest tactical mind, the most powerful sorceress, a former national hero, and a warrior with countless victories beneath her. Silently they waited.....for her. And just because they had been summoned didn't mean that they had to like it....or each other for that matter. None, for example, would sit anywhere near the silver robed wizardess who stayed at the farthest end of the table. The plain mask with its narrowed slits for eyes was unsettling enough....made worse still by the fact that they were all in the rare few that had been allowed to know her name.....and entrusted with it's secret.....

A soft cough gained their attention, as all eyes immediately sought out the source. A golden haired elf decked out in full plate armor save for the helm that now rested before her on the table. She did her best to avoid looking at the masked one, as unnerved by her presence as the rest of them.

"So....any idea why we've been summoned here today?"

A ruddy skinned elf woman clad in well oiled leathers nodded softly, her hair the color of maple leaves in the fall responded after a heavy moment of silence. "Nothing unusual, Elanna. I'm sure Queen Lyeth wants to hear our individual reports as she is wont to do every so many years."

Thin fingers entwined together before the sylvan elf as she held the paladin's gaze for a little longer than she had intended. "I for one have much to report. And I'm sure Her Highness is eager to hear of how your campaign against the orcs is going."

"As am I."

Those three words were all it took to bring silence upon them all again. More then one throat found itself swallowing hard as furtive glances were cast towards the room's lone spellcaster again. Were it not for the near perfectly tanned skin of the paladin, one might have thought she paled slightly.

Silence reigned.....as the four of them.....the Generals of the elven nation......awaited their monarch.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Julia’s words lingered in Myria’s mind as she retraced her steps and settled back down next to Master, careful not to wake him. She prayed that Julia was right, that Sylvannia would become more subdued in her pregnancy. Myria sighed softly and snuggled into the warmth of her master’s back.

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Lyeth was reading scrolls when a soft sound, much like a combination of a cough and a grunt, reached her ears. Without even looking up from the scroll she was perusing….

“Yes, Keres?”

“They’ve all assembled in the War Room, Your Majesty.”

That did make her look up from her scrolls. Her eyebrow arching.

“All of them?”

Keres coughed lightly into his fist.

“Yes, Your Majesty. All of them.”

“Well. Will wonders never cease. I’ll be along in a moment, Keres. It won’t hurt them to wait briefly.”

She went back to reading the current scroll she had in her hands. Keres took that for his dismissal, bowed and left the room. Only after he had left, Lyeth let the scroll in front of her roll in on itself. There was a thoughtful look in her eyes as she left the room and went to meet with her generals.

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Lyeth came in on the last spoken word by her general of the North. The air in the War Room was thick enough to cut with a sword. Lyeth was far tempted to laugh but all she allowed herself was a slight twitch of her lips. This meeting was long overdue.

“Generals. I see you all made it here safely. Thank Danu. Please be seated.”

Lyeth took the closest chair to her person, allowing her generals to take the empty chairs around the round table.

“Before we get to our usual reports, there is a matter at hand that needs discussing. Sylvannia and Myria are missing. I have sent out scouts to no avail. They may or may not be together. They also may be in the company of a human male. So far, all I have had are rumors. So, if any of you have had reports of this human male traveling with two or more elves, I need to hear of it. Furthermore, we have a real problem in regards to humans invading our lands. This is another issue that must be discussed amongst us. So, let us begin. Who wishes to make the first report?”

Lyeth sat back in her chair but only a fool would believe she was relaxed.

 

[dryfter]

A soft snicker, quickly stifled even as the others cast dirty glances her way. Only the Queen herself seemed nonplussed. It seemed that while one of her colleagues had something to say, all attention had turned to her. As such, Sorsha - General of the East - leaned nonchalantly back in her chair. Every bit as lovely as the others, Sorsha's skin, what little that could be seen of it....was the palest of their little number. Favoring the same leathers as her sylvan counterpart, the eastern general's entire ensemble had been died a sinister black. It was almost as if she had intended it to draw attention away from the pearlescent flesh beneath.

"Myria I could see being a loss. But Sylvannia? That pompous bitch? She was every bit as quick to ruin her house's reputation as her sister was to bring honor to it."

The flippant tone slowly faded however, even as she raised a hand to inspect her tightly clipped nails, almost as if she expected to find some dirt or grime beneath them.

"That being said, the thought of her dallying with a human is still tough to swallow. Perhaps she just developed exotic tastes?"

"Enough Sorsha. Please."

Slowly her counterpart rose from her chair, not slighted in the least by the lackadaisical attitude of Sorsha. Instead, the fair skinned elf watched as the sylvan General of the West turned instead to their respected Queen. Only a soft humph could be heard as her back was turned to her. It wasn't like she had been expecting much a favorable response anyway. It was just that these meetings were so......boring!

"Please allow me to give my report, Your Highness."

Patiently, the flame haired Kenja waited, acknowledgement coming moments later in the form of a soft nod. The sylvan general wasted no time.

"Your Highness. There are several reports to voice, so I humbly beg your patience as well as assure you that I will be addressing several of your concerns."

Taking a deep breath, a long hand raised to rest upon the gentle swell of one breast for unintended dramatic effect. "I am well aware of the humans in my wood. I am also pleased to announce that they have been all but wiped out."

A soft murmur rippled through the room, falling silent in a hurry when the hooded sorceress spoke once more from behind her mask. Though strong of timbre and holding no small amount of self confidence, it did little but chill the others.

"All but?"

Not one to show fear, Kenja merely pivoted to her fellow General, not disguising her look of distaste.

"The women live. Their elven captives freed from their sinister charms. The vermin came spilling through the wood no more than a week ago, obviously pursuing something. Their pursuit was blind and rabid, like the animals that they are. It drew them closer to our main village than they have ever dared, so our rangers made swift work of them."

A gloved hand merely genuflected slightly, the mask hiding the mage's amusement, but it had no effect on her voice.

"The elves finally secured. That is a job well done. But don't count the humans out just because their men are dead. The women will sleep with the half bloods they have kept for manual labor....further thinning out the elven blood they possess. You've set them back generations cousin, and I congratulate you on that. But they'll be a thorn in your side again if not watched properly.....or completely culled."

"I WILL NOT KILL WOMEN AND CHILDREN!"

The General of the West thundered suddenly, startling the Eastern General back into a proper sitting position and securing the attention of all who sat there. Olive skinned hands clenched almost as hard as her jaw as she stared down those twin slits in the silvered mask, hating what lie behind it even more.

"And that is why you are soft. But far be it from me to tell you how to govern your lands. Please, forgive me for interrupting your report."

For long moments the ranger simply glared at the woman, this mage who had to hide herself away from all of them. There had been a time when every elf in the kingdom had known her name. Many still did. How times changed and the people with it.

"As for Myria and Sylvannia," Kenja gave a similarly irritated glance towards Sorsha who merely shrugged before looking in askance.

"Despite the General of the East's last report regarding her current campaign against the orcs, how it spilled into my wood, and the casualties incurred there. It is my belief that Myria has fallen prey to a human. Most likely one that has split from the clan I just dealt a deathblow to."

"Bullshit."

The words was spoken softly, yet not so soft that it couldn't be heard by all of them. Turning slowly, Kenja saw her eastern counterpart staring daggers at her from beneath her dark locks, the pixie cut hair making her look even more tomboyish than her recent actions.

"I told you. We searched the battlefield, and for fuck's sake how many times to I have to apologize to you for engaging where we did? You should be grateful anyway, a force that size would have been difficult even for your treetop city."

This was true. It was why she hadn't ever lost her temper in a fit of righteous indignation with Elena like she had just moments ago. That many orcs.....and with little warning. It was even possible that the Eastern General had saved her city. And it wasn't as if she had sent no warning at all.....

"All those bodies. And you are absolutely sure you recovered ALL the elves, the dead and the wounded? Were it me, I don't think I could have done it as fast as you, certainly not with the potential of enemy re-engagement."

Sorsha's eyes narrowed slightly, not liking where this was going.

"You missed one. But the human didn't. And now one of your warriors is playing bodyguard for a human. As far as I can tell, her sister went looking for her. Yes, Sylvannia's sexual exploits are well known here in the capital, but she does love her sister. Apparently enough to worry and perhaps even take on a voyage in search of her. I'm aware that you informed her that she was missing, dead, or both. But an elf matching her description also happens to be with this warrior....and the human ruling over them both now."

The Western General turned once more to give her full attention to her Queen.

"What bothers me the most is now one of my own has gone missing. There has been no sign of her at the half blood's cabin where they are staying. But that means little when he could simply be keeping her firmly mounted and filled with his wretched seed. My kin inform me that the night she went missing the wood was filled with much wailing and crying. I have punished my scouts for their cowardice in not investigating further."

"Why would they not investigate?"

A strong timbred voice rang out, silent up to this point. A well armored gauntlet settled gently on the table before the Paladin General. A soft nod and a glance in her direction affirmed the validity of the question.

"Twas beyond the edge of the wood, Loretta. I have many in my employ who have lived their entire lives without leaving its borders."

A rueful smile, this time it was the paladin who gave her a look that Kenja found uncomfortable.

"I understand. I don't mock you for your beliefs, sister. I certainly hope you weren't too hard on your kin just because they aren't as well travelled as you. If you would like, I could take a few of my men and go investigate on your behalf. I believe I owe you a favor or two."

"With all due respect, Loretta, I believe my people have seen far too much wholesale slaughter lately."

A soft frown followed by a slight cocking of the head, "And what do you mean by that?"

"Two things."

The ranger had to be careful here. She had learned long ago not to fall afoul of this elf maiden....perhaps the only actual maiden among them....and her pursuit of justice.

"First, you would no doubt slaughter the human."

"And the problem with that would be?"

"That I did just mention that he now has an elven warrior guarding his life. I have even less doubt that you would treat her as collateral damage. The human himself is of little consequence to me."

A soft humph and a guarded frown, "Depends on just how easy it is to get by her, but yeah. I'd take her out if she hindered my goal."

"The real problem lies in the half-blood. You'd butcher her as an abomination and that is where our like mindedness ends."

"Bah, I'd be doing her a favor. Not having to live in rags and squalor all her life. Probably never finding a mate....certainly not an elven mate anyway."

"She has a man she's waiting for. Another half-blood. I've made up my mind to let them live their lives as they see fit. And as for the human.....I'll be the one to investigate. It's my kin who's gone missing."

The paladin nodded slowly, her eyes never wavering from the ranger.

"So you're saying that this is your mess and that I should leave it to you? Fine. But just remember what I said just now. I owe you, Kenja....and I won't hesitate to come should things not go how you like them to. All you have to do is call for me."

A desirable outcome. The best outcome. One that didn't put them both at odds with each other before their beloved Queen. There had been enough of that already. Kenja nodded, bowing her fiery head slowly to her colleague.

"If it comes to that, I most certainly will. Thank you, Loretta."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The fire crackled. Julia crawled back into bed Sylvannia. Myria wasn’t sure if it was to help keep Syl out of bed with them or if it was because there was nowhere else to sleep. In any case all four of them slept. Myria drifted off to sleep with troubled thoughts. There was some part of her that still wanted to b ear her master a child but she would not be able to defend him and the family in the latter throes of her pregnancy. For tonight, she was simply happy to have her master’s completion in her body without the threat of a baby. She sincerely hoped that Master would not be upset with Julia and herself for what had happened.

In the morning, Myria rose early. She did not disturb Master as she quickly dressed and left to hunt for their morning meal. With her bow and quiver slung over her shoulder, she moved into the forest like a shadow. The forest elves were everywhere. Myria was on her guard. If they were spotted by a party of forest elves, the word of such a sighting would get back to the general of that area and eventually back to Lyeth. At one time, she had wanted nothing more. Now, she served another and she would protect her new family with her life.

There was the slightest of noises. Only a sound an elf could hear. Myria stopped. Frozen in her tracks and slowly looked ab out her. There was no one on the forest floor. Then, she spotted something. A deer. With extreme slowness, Myria withdrew her bow and notched an arrow upon it. Sighting down the arrow until she found her lethal shot, she let the arrow fly. With Danu’s blessing, the arrow found its mark and felled the smaller deer. A younger doe. Myria made quick work of field dressing the animal and loading it upon her back to take back to her family. Julia would surely have herbs to season the meat. Sylvannia needed sustenance even if food didn’t set well with her at the moment.

A slight disturbance in the forest made Myria stop once again, slowly lowering her kill to the forest floor. As she did so, she scanned the trees. There was a slight movement in the leaves. Myria drew her bow and arrow, once again notching it and aiming down the arrow. This time, she wasn’t out to kill but to maim. The arrow went straight and true. There was a yelp followed by a soft thud. Leaving her kill behind for the moment, Myria raced to the tree. On the ground, below the tree from which she had fallen, lay an elf. A forest elf. Myria relieved her of her weapons. The female elf was unconscious and Myria retrieved a coil of rope. She pulled the arrow from the elf’s thigh, tore a piece of her captive’s blouse and wrapped it around the wound. Next she bound the elf with the coil of rope. It took more time then Myria was comfortable with, but she build a litter, laid the elf upon it and went to retrieve her kill.

By the time she returned to the cabin, the sun was up, casting its warming ray around the cabin. Leaving the still unconscious elf in the litter at the door. Myria opened the door and stepped inside, huffing and puffing. She set the doe down on the floor as Julia and Master approached her. Myria pushed back her stray hair.

“Outside. Forest….elf. Unconscious. Wounded.”

She then promptly passed out, face first onto the floor.

 

[dryfter]

"Bear her no ill will, if you please."

Bjorn had woken up confused and alone. Not only was Myria missing, but with the morning's light came all the memories of the night before. Coupling with Myria had been even more passionate than usual. The normally reserved older sister actually begging to be bred.....only to later confess when he was on the cusp of orgasm that she had been given something. Bjorn had to find out exactly what that had been, and if it had anything to do with why Myria was gone now.

"Talk. You seem to have quite a hand in this."

The half elf woman flinched ever so slightly. There was no malice in the human's voice, gruff with concern as it was. As she had always done, Julia focused on making herself as nonexistant of a threat as possible even as she faced him now.

"A few simple herbs. Herbs that she had been gathering already by herself I'll have you know. Combined, they create a mild toxin. Not enough to kill, nor are they meant to. Instead, these herbs quell the throbbing of the womb, insuring that a woman might enjoy an evening of bliss with the man that she loves without conception."

He was patient in listening to his explanation, though she could see how confused he was when she told him of the potion's ingredients. Alchemy, it seemed, was also far beyond his abilities to understand. But he wasn't about to let his confusion distract him from the heart of the matter.

"They why would she beg to be bred? And where is she now?"

Julia just shook her dusky hair side to side, head nodded low with a sad smile, "Perhaps, milord, she just wanted the impression of giving you what she thought you truly desire. As for Myria's whereabouts....she was gone before I rose, so I'm afraid I cannot answer that."

"She's gone to hunt."

Bjorn had almost forgotten about Sylvannia. For a change, she had seemed happy with her anonymity up to this point. But now the blonde elf had to deal with both sets of eyes suddenly fixed on her. With a soft humph, the elf maid through the rest of her disheveled hair over a bare shoulder before gesturing towards the door.

"I'm surprised neither of you noticed that the bow is gone, as is the sword you gave her. You really need to become more observant, Master."

Bjorn bit back a biting response. It was true. Instead of spending this time simply wondering, he had done little to investigate...and it hadn't even taken much. Sighing loudly, he couldn't hide his disappointment in himself as he turned back to the fireplace where his own blade and spear rested. The barbarian hadn't taken more than two steps in their direction before freezing at the sound of something moving outside their door. He covered the rest of the distance in a flash, fingers closing about the blade's hilt just a the door opened.....lifting warily. The two behind him were his charge now.....

Myria staggered in slowly, breathing labored and walking shakily. But it was the blood that Bjorn noticed first.....her pale skin died red from her fingertips almost to her elbows. Crimson droplets splashed color across her normally shining armor.

“Outside. Forest….elf. Unconscious. Wounded.”

A second later and she collapsed....Sylvannia crying out as she rushed to her, Julia arriving first having been closer to the door.

"She's exhausted. She slept last night, we all watched and heard you fuck her senseless. So how did she get this worn out?"

With a grim look, Sylvannia had taken up Bjorn's spear....slowly stalking her way past them all towards the door. A forest elf? Was she the one who hurt her sister? How dare she? If there was anyone in this world allowed to torment Myria it was herself....and she would never ever take it this far.

"She's unharmed, milord....just sleeping soundly."

Blonde locks spun through the air as Sylvannia whipped around with a worried grimace, "How can that be? Just look at all that blood!"

"None of it is hers," Julia replied matter of factly, "I can't find a single place where her armors have been breached. Perhaps we should take a look outside? I'd hate for any of Myria's work to come undone because we misread the situation."

"Fine! I was just about to!"

The door prodded open at the touch of the spear's crude tip. For the moment, she was too angry to be her usual scared self. With a firm thrust, the door swung wide and the still nude Sylvannia stepped into the morning sun's rays. Looking right....Bjorn saw her eyes widen with shock as she finally turned the other way.

"Master! Meat! Myria must have gotten something large with her hunt this morn....perhaps that is the source of all the blood that stains her. But...."

And here her voice dipped considerably...taking on a sensual, husky note....

"It seems that's not the only present my sister has brought for you.....come see for yourself......shapely little thing....."

One hand finally let go of the spear's shaft....not caring who watched.....as instead it dipped lightly between pale thighs to tease a fresh round of moisture. The other still holding the weapon, Sylvannia gave Bjorn a lusty little smile, knowing that he could guess what she was doing.

"We should probably take her in though. Her people will begin looking for her soon. It might be nice to put her in her place before that happens, yes?"

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What a pain in the ass. She hated being in the city no matter how glorious others found the elven architecture to be. And yet this was her duty, to answer the beck and call of royalty as well as to defend her special little part of the Kingdom.....as well as the people who live in it.

It would take her two days to travel back to her treetop home. More to rally her soldiers. She had nothing to fear from one lone human and his two whores, and it didn't matter if one of them had proper training as a warrior or not. Not in the face of the host that she planned to prepare. And yet it wasn't to slay, not this time. With the rest of the humans all but annihilated one insignificant male meant little to her. It was like a bug attempting to ascend a great oak. Still this bug might have answers. Answers she would have. What had become of Yuri? What of the hideous screaming that multiple denizens of the forest had heard nights ago? None had been brave enough to investigate. Had the human had a hand in this? Had he sunk his claws into her already? Kenja shuddered at the thought of having to fight against her own kin. She wouldn't. She would find a way to slaughter the human male if this was the case.....and free all of them from his perverted, deviant spell.

And if she was not there. The thought had occurred to her, that while the elves of the forest were indeed vigilant, they couldn't hope to catch all of the forest's dangers. Perhaps the human would know something. Information was power and Kenja had always been taught to trade currency for currency.

She would have an appropriate gift. Perhaps this wouldn't have to end in bloodshed after all.

The sylvan General of the West bit her lower lip coquettishly.....a waste with nobody but herself to see it as she hastened from treetop to treetop. After all.....she had no use for it anymore.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

When Myria came to, the sun was high in the sky. She sat up abruptly.

“The elf! She was spying on us! I was out hunting when I caught her spying. ”

Her eyes darted around the room looking for her master, who at the time, was not in eyesight nor hearing range. It had taken all of her strength just to bring back the backpack crammed full of the choicest pieces of meat. While she had been field dressing the small doe, she thought of Sylvannia and the child she carried within. Myria knew she had some explaining to do to her master about last night but for now, she could put that out of her mind. Throwing back the covers, Myria got to her feet and began dressing. Someone apparently had felt she’d be more comfortable without clothes this morning when she had so disgustedly passed out. She had an elf to interrogate.

After a search of the cabin, Myria found her sleeping in a makeshift bed on the floor in another part of the cabin. She pulled up a chair at the foot of the bed and sat back to wait. After a few minutes and a soft dry chuckle.

“I know you are not asleep, elf. Are you afraid to face me?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.”

The elf opened her eyes and stared at Myria.

“You look like an elf but you smell like a human.”

The captive’s voice was filled with derision. Myria heard it but paid no heed.

“Why were you spying on us? Who sent you?”

Myria had a good idea but she wanted it confirmed. If what she suspected was true, they were in for a lot of trouble. The elf held her lips stubbornly closed.

“Listen sister,” Myria’s disdain could be clearly heard now, “You can either speak with me willingly or you know I can make you speak. There are many ways to get out of you what I want to know.”

It wasn’t long before the elf’s scorn turned to fear. Though her face gave away little, it was in her eyes.

“Ahhh, now you realize what I mean.” Myria leaned closer to the bed, “There is also my master to think upon. He has a liking for female elves.”

The warrior had no idea what her master would decide to do with this elf but one thing was for sure, he couldn’t just let her go. Although….. Myria had an idea, one she would need to speak with her master about.

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Lyeth sat back in her chair with a sigh and brooded. It was always like this. Her four generals, when brought together always found something or things, to fight about. The only one who kept them and everything else in order was Lyeth herself and that job was taxing to say the least. Maybe she needed to appoint another general to handle these meetings in her stead. Certainly the idea made her feel better, she just wasn’t sure how feasible the idea was. Ah well, she’d give it some thought.

Her generals were more concerned over Myria being missing then Sylvannia. It was understandable, she supposed. Myria’s contributions to the community far outweighed Sylvannia’s involvement as much as that acknowledgement pained her to think. Still, Sylvannia was one of them. Their sister. Her scouts had reported back from the North and there had been no sight of the women or a human and the news was the same from the East and South. So, perhaps that was a good sign. Now, she simply waited for the scout from the West to report in.

Somewhere in that hotpot of a mess called a meeting, some good news had come about. The female captives had been rescued. Although it was not entirely good news. Those females had been used by human males and their own kind for Goddess knows how long and could they return to Elven life effectively. There was also another thought that gave Lyeth chills. Was there another threat they did not yet see out there waiting for them? Her general of the West, Kenja, was also missing kin and with that horrid wailing, were the two tied together? And what caused it? Surely mating with a human wouldn’t cause that kind of keening, would it?

 

[dryfter]

Julia knelt alone by the shore of a small meandering creek that ran behind her ramshackle cabin. Had she made a mistake in inviting Bjorn and his brood into her home? Could she have repelled them anyway? These thoughts and more whirled through her head as she dipped her slender hands into the cool water to wet the rag she held. A moment later and she was back to scrubbing Myria's armor, doing her genuine best to rid it of the blood of the deer she had managed to butcher and bring home.

And now he had another one. A sylvan, there was no doubt about that. A small bit of fear churned through her then, a tremble that had nothing to do with the chill wind that blew through the tiny glade. She definitely didn't want to be there for that, didn't want to see the human force himself on another, or see the proud and independent elf maiden become his wanton whore when it was all said and done. Yet there was no doubt in her mind that was exactly the path she was headed down now. It was a path she herself had prolonged.....herbs and ointments ground into a foul smelling paste before being applied to a poultice. Myria's armor hadn't been the only one stained with blood. It had been a simple matter to cover the wound in the scout's thigh, no worrying over the sudden sting if the poor girl was still unconscious. A bandage to hold it in place, and Julia left hurriedly....collecting all the armor and distancing herself as well as she could without revealing her discomfort.

It was going to be a very busy winter.

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"What do you think I should do with her?"

Bjorn had seated himself on the front steps, not wanting to be too far from either prisoner or captor while they slept. Julia had run off almost immediately, but he could imagine where to. He found it very unlikely that the half-elf woman would choose now to run off with Myria's armor. Plus, she had seized the new elf woman's pants, not that Bjorn minded that at all. If she had wanted to run and abandon them, she would have grabbed a weapon as well.....

"You're asking me, Master? Personally, I think you should fuck her. Pin her down like you did me and make her see how great you are. Show her that those men in her village are nothing compared to you."

Thin fingers reached for him then, closing softly around his own thicker digits and dragging them forward....to settle just below her bare navel.

"Can you feel it, Master? I can. The life you've entrusted me with. It's growing quickly. There's not an elf out there who wouldn't want this......my sister included."

Sylvannia's head cocked slightly, an amused look darting across her face, "Speak of the devil....it seems Myria is awake."

Bjorn glanced over his shoulder but the door was firmly closed behind him. He had been about to ask her how she knew, but then remembered just how sharp elven hearing is. Sylvannia just nodded when he returned his gaze to her, as if his thoughts had been shown clearly on his face the whole time.

"So is our soon to be new family member, yes? Myria can be so sexy when she's threatening. It's too bad but I doubt our new guest sees it that way."

With a soft sigh, Bjorn moved to stand, Sylvannia's fingertips keeping in contact with him as long as possible though she remained sitting. Even now, the blonde haired elf was completely nude, nor would that change unless her Master commanded her otherwise. For just a moment his fingers were caught by hers once more. Leaning forward....Sylvannia softly pressed her full lips against the back of his hand.

"Go. Whatever you decide to do with her, Master....Myria and I will support you. I promise."

He could feel all eyes on him as the door opened and he stepped through. Did elves get cold? Bjorn couldn't help but wonder as he risked a glance over his shoulder to find that Sylvannia had not followed him. Instead the door swung closed once more, setting into the thick frame with a foreboding sound. Back to the matter at hand. He could see the grim look on Myria's face....as well as the panic tinged countenance of their guest who lie at her side. Her wound hadn't been as deep as they initially thought, the doeskin leathers of the forest folk having done well to blunt the arrows impact. Past that, the sharp tip of Myria's shot had still torn muscle enough to hurt plenty. The scout winced and gasped suddenly even as she tried to shy away from him.

"I've heard from you sister, Myria. Now I'll hear from you. What do you think I should do with her?"

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A soft sigh echoed through crystalline walls. The walls of her castle. The walls of her prison.

"Is everything ok, Mistress?"

A soft glow heralded the arrival of her assistant, floating through the air on gossamer wings. The tiny pixie danced and flitted about her, obviously concerned.

"Everything went as well as we could hope, Shimmer."

"That's not what I was asking!," the tiny feminine fae hovered right before her face, hands perched on her hips and in a huff, "Are you ok?"

It was enough to illicit a short laugh, almost as if the tiny creature was scolding her even though she was obviously the one in charge. But then again, that's why she kept Shimmer as her attendant. Tired fingers reached for the metallic faceplate that made up her mask, the softest click seeming to echo throughout the lonely and forlorn walls of this place. Yet the pixie did not shy away as the mask moved, pulled aside to reveal the dark complexion within.

And why should she? Not once in the last hundred years had she made a move on her attendant. The level of trust they had built between themselves far outstripped anything she could hope to achieve in the capital city. Not with Queen Lyeth, and certainly not with the others who held rank with her. That was made evident each and every time she had answered the summons of her liege. It had gotten so bad at one point, that she had even skipped a few of their meetings, simply not wanting to deal with the open stares of hatred and disgust shot her way when they all thought the Queen wasn't looking. They all knew who she was, what she had been, and what she was now.

The gloves were next. How she hated them. It wasn't that they affected her or or spell casting in anyway, it was just that she was so fucking tired of hiding herself. But it was for the best. If the elven nation only know that the General of the North was a dark elf.......

"Keening and screaming."

"Huh? What was that Mistress?"

A rue smile crossed her face then, dark lips curled just enough that anyone other than Shimmer might have distanced themselves.

"Do you know what it's like to be turned, Shimmer? Have I ever told you."

Just then a little worry shown in the faerie's eyes. Swallowing softly, the gently tousled snow white hair shook gently in silent dissent.

"At first, its glorious. The pinnacle of sexual desire. Its like the sensitivity of your entire body is being unlocked. But this is merely the webbing that makes it easier for the spider to sink its fangs into the fly. When its over....and all your holes have been defiled, all your secrets uncovered and treasures plundered, it begins. It's like being damned by the heavens itself. Your flesh burns, yet doesn't turn to ash. You scream until you've no breath left, as if the flames themselves have seared your lungs. Every part of you, even the tips of your hair hurts."

Shimmer shivered softly, staying quiet. The brave little pixie seemingly floating on the frigid air without retreating an inch, not even when a dark finger reached for her.....

Gently stroking the little one's face, Siobhan - General of the North, sighed once more albeit louder this time.

"I don't want anyone else to feel like that. And yet I fear from Kenja's report that it's happening again in her wood. Not that she'd accept my help. Let's just hope that she can handle it and I don't have to get involved."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The mid-morning found Lyeth pacing her war room floor. An earlier ride through the forest, which she had hoped would bring some clarity to her mind, hadn’t.

“You will either wear a hole in the war room floor or in your slippers, My Queen.”

The appearance of her chancellor, Narice along with a servant bearing the mid-morning tea, startled Lyeth. So deep in thought was the queen she hadn’t heard, as she normally would have, the arrival of others. Lyeth stopped pacing and turned toward the entry in time to see the servant place the silver tray on her desk and Narice quietly dismiss the servant. The queen wore a wry grin upon her lips as she retraced her steps to the desk. She gestured for her chancellor to take a seat on the opposite side.

“I can’t help it, Narice. I’m worried for both Myria and Sylvannia. What if they are with this human and he’s turned them?” She sighed wearily, "I wish we understood that whole process of “turning” of our kind. I further wish we could stop it.”

“Well, we can. Stop it that is.”

“We can’t. Not really,” Lyeth looked up from pouring a cup of tea for Narice and pushed it toward the chancellor, “ killing the humans solves nothing. Our females are still under their thrall. There has to be a solution. “

Lyeth set aside the silver teapot and picked up her own cup. Her eyes were cloudy from lack of sleep and worry. Taking a sip of the tea, she sighed. The drink was soothing and yet, did not make her feel sleepy. Setting the cup back in its saucer, she gazed at Narice.

“Having spent the night in deep thought, I have come to a decision. I want you to send a messenger to each of my generals. I want each of them to pick out four of their people and have them report to me within four days. Each of these four will come together to form a rescue party.”

Narice wrote down the information and then looked upon her queen.

“Is that all for now, My Queen?”

“Yes, Narice, that will be all for now.”

Narice gathered her things and left the chamber, leaving Lyeth to her thoughts and duties.

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"I've heard from your sister, Myria. Now I'll hear from you. What do you think I should do with her?"

Myria had sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. At the sound of her master’s voice and the sudden gasp of the wounded elf lying in the bed, had her looking over her shoulder. Without answering right away, the warrioress was reaching for her clothing, which were neatly folded over the arm of the chair by the bed.

“I can only imagine what Sylvannia voiced.”

Myria got dressed slowly.

“My apologies, Master for falling flat on my face upon my return.”

The elf drew on her boots, stood and started rebraiding her hair.

“The obvious choice would be to keep her but would we have enough food to sustain us all through this winter if you did? Do we have the room to accommodate one more at this point? Or you can turn her then send her back to her general as a warning.

If that is all you need of me Master, I will go see if Julia has need of my help with the meat I brought back earlier.”

 

[dryfter]

"If that is all you need of me Master, I will go see if Julia has need of my help with the meat I brought back earlier.”

And just like that it was the two of them. The tension was palpable. She shivered slightly as his hand slid suggestively over bare skin, barely noticing the twinge of pain from her injury. The scout struggled to keep calm, control her breathing. It was too late for her now. She was hurt, and the damned warrioress had left her half trussed. Escape to the trees was impossible. Twisting slightly, she could at least get to her knees, a difficult enough feat with her hands still firmly bound behind her. It was there that she stayed.

"Get it over with."

Even now her wrists struggled against the cords that bound her, but all it seemed to do was bring her more pain as the fibers cut harshly against her wrists. A part of her wished they actually cut and in doing so finally give her a way out of this. Her breath hissed through pursed lips as she felt her doeskin leathers being peeled downward from her svelte hips. A moment later, and she was laid bare before him. A moment later, and she was steeling every muscle against him, no matter how hard she told herself that she had to relax.

Her penetration was slow, deliberate, far less forceful than she had thought possible. To her, humans were little more than animals that rut only slightly less often than rabbits and mice. It was all she could do to stifle a moan as she felt a calloused hand settle on her waist. A moment later and he was gently pulling her towards him, pressing himself further into her. The damned human male was teasing her, his other arm wrapped about her thin frame, reaching down to play with her even as he waited for her to moisten enough to press on. With a frustrated grunt, she pushed back suddenly, not caring for the perceived fake tenderness. She regretted it almost immediately as she found herself stretched far past what the men in her village were capable of doing. With an anguished howl, she bucked against him, hating herself. She didn't care who heard. Her sisters were too far away, and any nearby already knew what was to become of her. She had been careless, stupid, lazy....a long list of negative adjectives filled her mind just as her human tormentor filled her now aching quim. Why was she beginning to feel it....feel anything....? The finger circling her clit for the last few minutes certainly hadn't helped, but this ache was deep.....

She railed against him again and finally felt it just as clearly as he heard her resulting gutteral moan. He had bottomed out. Worse than that, it had left mini explosions behind her eyeballs that had yet to clear from her vision. It wasn't long before the cabin filled with her lusty moans as each turgid thrust of his cock brushed firmly against the entrance to her secret garden. Her back arched as she drew herself up to her knees, knowing that he held her solidly in place even as she angled her hips for him, inviting him deeper.

"Oh gods....I'm going to have a human's child...."

She could already feel him thickening inslde her and a dark part of her relished in the feeling, the desire, the knowing that she was about to be claimed. With a grunt she flexed, tightening herself around him as if she could force him out, yet thrilling slightly each time her defenses failed. Time and time again her flesh parted as he knocked on her inner gates again. It was primal....a need to plant his seed in her, and a part of her was responding to it.

"Do it."

The words were hissed between her thin lips, drawn taut just from the effort of keeping herself tight around him, milking him for the conclusion she knew was coming. A long drawn out cry tumbling from her lips as she felt herself suddenly pulled back fiercely against him, the thick human cock buried within her trembling and spasming. She didn't have anywhere near the time for panic, to tell him that she had changed her mind, to apologize for spurring him on. Nor did she intend to. Smoky eyelids closed as she felt him burst within her as she shook softly while gasping for air. Liquid heat melted her core as she snapped taut once more, her strangled cry splitting the air as she quivered and melted along with it........

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Thin fingers pushed away a stray lock of damp hair that had fallen impishly into her own eyes. The ropes had been undone. There was no reason to keep her bound now. She was his. Deferentially, she spoke when he commanded.

"My name is Valarie, my master. If it pleases you, my friends and family shorten it to Val."

Bjorn watched over her possessively, noting how she giggled softly as he pulled her closer to him. The hard floor of the cabin couldn't have been comfortable, but the sylvan elf hadn't seemed to mind. Instead, the naughty little scout welcomed the snuggling.

"Is it time, master? I've always wanted a child....many of us do."

Even though he had only just met her, a windfall at the end of Myria's bow.....Bjorn couldn't help but feel for her as a look of disappointment overtook her when his head silently shook in dissent.

"Please master! I live to serve you and raise your beautiful young!"

No sooner had she spoken that her mouth closed on its own. Bjorn could practically see the intensity behind her gaze as she finally took in her surroundings, her situation.

"But I am not Master's first elf slave. Forgive my presumption, master. Surely you would have me wait until it is my turn."

"It would be helpful if you answered Myria's questions. After you put your clothes back on, of course. From now on, I would like you to treat the other two elves that accompany me as sisters."

"Sisters....," Valerie replied with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I've always wanted a sibling. But master....is it truly ok for me to clothe myself? It was my understanding that humans preferred their bitches naked and ready for mating at any time."

Bjorn winced slightly at the word, not losing any time to correct his new acquisition, "First off, you're not bitches, so please don't refer to yourself or your sisters as such again. Second, I rather like the thrill of taking your clothes off, so why wouldn't I have you put them on again?"

It was amusing to see her eyes widen with sudden understanding. The lithe little scout fairly bolted upright and ran for the leggings that he had stripped from her, would have if it hadn't been for her injured thigh bringing her right back to reality once more.

"Sister Myria is rather intimidating. Still....I will learn to love her as commanded."

The door creaked open slightly....an emerald eye peeking through the crevice....

"Is it ok to come back in now, Master? I'm afraid I've made a mess of the front step. I couldn't help it...."

A simple beckoning and Sylvannia all but spilled into the room, full of energy and gossip that would find no listener. The barbarian youth couldn't help but notice how her eyes raked across Valerie, taking in her every curve. A small, vain smile twisting her lips just enough for Bjorn to imagine her comparing her looks to the new elf's and finding the outcome in her favor. For a moment, he almost thought to not go through with introductions.

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The next few days had been eventful. Though Valarie had submit to him completely, had been all over him even....Bjorn had not seen fit to ravish her again like he had that first time. There had been much he had learned....and rewards given when she had pleased them all with her answers. The only thing that had caused a problem had come shortly after Myria and Julia had returned. It had been as if the sylvan scout had continued to wait for someone. Only on the third day when night fell once more and Bjorn could feel her hand gently stroking his manhood through his kilt did she finally speak what had been on her mind.

"Master, if I might be bold for just a moment.....Where is Yuri?"

That dragged his attention from the firelight, the silhouette of Sylvannia's naked body shadowed from the flames. Her slight frame had just started to lose its perfection, he knew it wouldn't be long before her pregnancy was visible to all.

"Who?"

"My sylvan sister, Yuri. She disappeared from the edge of the forest. It was believed that you conquered her and took her as your own. I was expecting to see her again, then thought that perhaps she was hunting for you.......but none of my sisters are so bad at the hunt that they wouldn't return for three days. Did she displease you somehow, master?"

Silently fingertips crept to the hem of his kilt....dipping beneath.....

"I don't know a Yuri."

Her touch paused, dancing softly on an inner thigh.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Lyeth was pacing her war room waiting for all the hand-picked representatives to arrive. This mission had to go well. She couldn’t afford to lose anymore of her people. She had tossed and turned for many nights, trying to come up with a plan. There was only one. From Siobhan, she had made a special request, that one of her five, would be an assassin. The deadliest her general had. The human male must die.

There still wasn’t word of Myria or Sylvannia. This worried her greatly. In her mind, that meant one of two things, they were either dead or taken captive. She was rubbing her forehead as the electives filed into the war room. Lyeth dropped her hand and smiled at them.

“Please, come in and take a seat. I will try not to keep you long.”

She waited until all twenty of them were present and accounted for.

“I’m sure you are wondering why I called you here. It’s simple. I’m sending you all on a mission. As you may or may not know, Myria and Sylvannia are missing. I have had reports of maybe they were spotted in some cabin. Those reports were inconclusive. Since we don’t know if they have moved from their last reported location, I asked each of your generals to send five of you. Each five knows their own location better than the others. That should help with the search. The one thing I need most of all is for all five of you to stick together. If we are dealing with a human male, you all know the possible consequences if captured. So do not get captured. Is that understood?”

At the nod of all heads in the room, Leth went on.

“Now, if you all will gather up at the table, we’ll go over the map…”

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Myria wasn’t sure how she felt about the new elf. She knew Master had take her. She went around mewing about being sisters. Between her and Sylvannia, Myria felt like she was going to explode. Instead, she made small talk with Valerie and spent much of her time in the woods hunting, with the excuse that winter would soon be upon them. Myria was also extremely careful when out in the woods. Wood elves were sneaky but Myria was better at it. She blended into the woods and no one or anything, knew she was there. Myria pushed the boundaries she had set for herself. She was growing desperate. Game was just not abundant this time of year. So, deeper she went into the woods.

A simple beckoning and Sylvannia all but spilled into the room, full of energy and gossip that would find no listener. The barbarian youth couldn't help but notice how her eyes raked across Valerie, taking in her every curve. A small, vain smile twisting her lips just enough for Bjorn to imagine her comparing her looks to the new elf's and finding the outcome in her favor.


Besides, Sylvannia bore her master’s child in her womb. His first. There was no way he’d favor this new elf over her. She was holding her stomach as her master beckoned her into the room where he lie with this new elf. She was envious. It should be her in that bed with Master. She was having his baby after all. He had marked her to be the first one to have his child. Surely that made her special?

 

[dryfter]

Valerie had waited patiently, eager to hear of her Master's plans for her, spilling all the secrets he desired in the hopes of getting one step closer to her own deepest desire. One that had nothing to do with coming into his fold. A young buck like him had no way of knowing how old she truly was despite her youthful appearance. Sure, she was still young as an elf, but she had seen four human generations born and decay into dust. In all this time, no matter which of her rangers, warriors, or even simple townsfolk she took to bed....none had managed to satiate her innermost desire. The elven scout craved the very thing their Queen sought. Motherhood. That rarest of gifts. Why the gods decided she was unworthy was baffling.....or perhaps she had been looking in all the wrong places.

She wasn't the only one growing frustrated. Sure, they were slaves, but many of her countrymen had taken notice how their kind swelled quickly enough with life in the human camps. But now there were no more humans left in the forest. None that could threaten save for Bjorn. Valarie couldn't help but frown at a sudden sense of impending doom. The General wasn't likely to show fear to one single male. Neither was Queen Lyeth. His position may very well be even weaker than any of them knew.

And so she spilled everything to him. Graphically describing the deaths of his kinsman....his father....the great barbarian that had led them in hot pursuit of his own fleeing son and the beautiful elven wench that he never had gotten the chance to despoil. When he asked, she gladly told him of Yuri, her sister, walking slowly to the fireplace to brush fingertips against the bow Myria had returned with, noting the sudden flash of recognition in her sister's smoldering eyes.

"This was hers. This was given to you. Do you remember now? Can you still say you don't know of her?"

Bjorn nodded softly, also remembering, "I do remember. I was pretending to be a captive at the time to safely pass through your lands. Myria was very convincing in her act. But I tell you the truth, Valerie. She is not here, nor have I had anything to do with her since."

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Kenja rubbed her temples slowly, kneading her olive flesh in an attempt to ease her growing headache. Apparently this was going to spiral out of control, whether she wanted it to or not. It had taken her several days to return from the capital and almost immediately the General of the West had begun rallying her warriors.

And then the missive came. It bore the royal seal. Tearing past the wax, the parchment unfurled before her eyes as she scanned over it critically. Five of her best warriors? That was easy enough, though it meant that this battle was being taken out of her hands. Or was it? They would have the same travel time that she had just faced.....and Kenja already had eyes in the cabin the human stayed at. She could nip this in the bud before it became a problem. Sylvans were one thing, but if the elves of the capital behaved much like the other Generals she had dealt with days ago, there was no telling the damage that could be wrought to the forest.

"Summon Garrett, Rian, Elise, and Therion. Pull Valerie from guard duty and replace her with Ethan. Tell them I want them all here by sunset, no exceptions. This is by order of Her Majesty, the Queen."

A private hunting party. Queen Lyeth wanted her best, and she would be sent Kenja's very best. It rankled to not be let deal with this pest on her own, but then.....it was true that she had not been treating one insignificant worm of a human as much of a threat. Perhaps her monarch thought differently. If that were true, then the human man was not long for this world. A single snipe and it would be over, the soul bond that had subdued her kin would be gone. The rest would be damage control.

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Shadowed hands slowly lifted a glass of dark wine to darker lips. Amethyst eyes slowly drank in the elven calligraphy. She wasn't sure just who or what her Queen thought she could send, but she would find someone. Something. Anything.

She had no elves under her control. Not in this desolate place of wind and ice. None that trusted her in her cursed state. None save for the fairy attendant. Shimmer would be useful.....but she was only one. She needed four more. It was the subtext in the missive that drew her attention the most. The request for an assassin. An assassin that would prove most effective against a human. Siobhan smiled. That she did have. She knew just the thing.....

Shimmer danced in the air nervously as she rose from her chair. Thick soled boots clicked on icy stone as she made for the front gates of her keep. An eldritch rune traced in the air....and the massive doors were opening before her. The biting wind hit her fully then....plastering her robes to her full figure though there was nobody there to appreciate the sight. The chill meant little to her. It would need to get much colder than this to stifle the heat that still burned within every fiber of her being.

Closing her eyes, the dark elf chanted softly, taking a sure step forward. Distance blurred around her with each step, so much so that it she had appeared to disappear the moment she stepped from her gates. Yet this was not a teleportation spell. This was....striding....as if every step covered miles instead of mere feet. Though her eyes remained closed in concentration, she could feel each and every obstacle in her path. Gullies, gulches, holes in the ice floes that the seals used for quick escape....normally impossible to see with the naked eye. Unless of course....you were an elf.

When the whispered chant finally faded and her head raised once more to take in her surroundings.....her wild mane of white whipped around her in all directions. She was no longer alone. Yet she was not afraid....choosing instead to take in the sight of the snow covered buildings, almost as if they had been carved in massive drifts that had settled windblown against a glacial ice shelf.

Movement to her left. She had been noticed. Finally. Nodding imperceptably....the Northern General waited patiently as a mature looking humanoid woman.....stunningly beautiful despite her age, approached wearing naught but the ceremonial robes of her people. Stopping a respectful distance away from her visitor....the matron simply bowed.....

"I have need for Shizuku."

A cocked chin, the matron gave her a sidelong glance....before turning back towards her village, beckoning slowly with a long sleeve for her to follow.

"It has been many moons since you last came to see us, Siobhan. There are many here who remain....uncomfortable with the changes we've seen in you......in your spirit."

She let it pass. It was a topic she didn't feel like re-hashing, "My Queen requests her service."

"Your Queen holds no sway here. You forget that we are not elves."

"I forget nothing."

"Then why have you come, Siobhan? Elven General of the North. Tormented soul of eons past?"

A door had silently swung open as they walked the snow covered stones of the village street. The object of the dark elf's desire now standing before her without any further ado.

"To give you a chance."

The snow woman's eyes narrowed suspiciously, taking her time in looking the General up and down. All knew of her arcane might. But she had magic of her own. Magic that this one surely needed.

"A chance for what? To do what?"

It was then that the Mage General smiled her widest, wildest, most feral smile.

"A chance to gain a husband of course."

 

[dryfter]

A soft shadow slid into her den. Face covered with black silk that matched the rest of his ensemble, the elf knew he couldn't possibly expect surprise no matter how stealthy he seemed. At least....not with her.

"Report."

"I bear missive, ma'am. Royal missive."

It wasn't until then that Sorsha turned to look at her subordinate, a puzzled frown fading almost as fast as it had shown as she extended a pale hand for the waxen sealed scroll. Soundlessly the parchment exchanged hands. A moment later and he was met with a soft huff of air as his General mulled over contents meant only for her eyes only.....unless she decided otherwise.

"Her Highness wants to go hunting human. I thoroughly approve. Take this back, Conrad. We've not had enough to do lately as is, this will make an excellent diversion for those of us that have gotten bored, or worse....lax."

A feral smile split her face then, one that made him distinctly uncomfortable. Of all of her majesties generals, she was the one that most enjoyed bloodshed.

"Yannick, Gerard, Luthien and yourself. That should do....oh wait....the letter said five.....take Katerina with you as well. You're hunt is a human, Conrad....I'm trusting you to keep her safe. Do so, and I think you'll be surprised....that little Kat is almost as vicious as I am."

The masked rogue simply nodded, dark gloved hand reaching once more as his leader handing him back the parchment, "Take that with you. It's proof that you are my finest. Gather the others and report to Queen Lyeth. Do not disappoint me by coming back here alive should you fail."

He left as silently and as swiftly as he had arrived, disappearing in the twisted alleys and alcoves of the capitol. The brightest sun oft times cast the deepest shadow.......and here in the east.....General Sorsha controlled every part of that shadow......

"Happy hunting."

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She had barely gotten home. Her page had taken her plate from her piece by piece, and even now the boy toiled over it with oil and brush. It wouldn't do for her armor to be neglected. Quite frankly, Loretta wondered how the other Generals got by on their own. Not that she really wanted to know......especially where the Northern General was concerned.

A soft knock at her barracks door, hesitant as always. The men knew full well what would happen to them should they burst in on her changing her attire. She had made an example of the last poor bastard who had been in a hurry. She hadn't killed him...certainly not for such a minor offense as having seen her naked. She had simply charged a viewing fee.....and then forbade her healers from repairing the knight's nose. The pain would help him reflect upon his decisions moving forward.

"Come in."

Not that she was dressed much better. Trousers and a simple linen shift. The man who entered barely noticed, didn't give so much as a glance at the stiffened peaks of her womanly pride. By the gods, a part of her truly hoped her Queen was having much better luck with men. Most of the limp dicked bastards she had under her didn't seem very likely to even know what to do with her in the extremely unlikely event that she decided to discard her prized chastity. A part of her felt scandalized and ashamed that she had even sought attention. This was not how a holy paladin should think. Fortunately, her mind was taken from her sordid thoughts as the armored knight knelt before her.....a sealed parchment scroll extended in her direction even as his gaze remained on the floor.

"This arrived for you, Lady General. It bears...."

"The royal seal. Yes. I can see that from here."

Moments later and she was done, nodding thoughtfully. This was no big deal....not like the orc hordes she had battled. But certainly less glorious. A lone human? Even after the General of the West had rid him of his whole clan? His family.

"Family. What if he desires vengeance?"

"Pardon, milady?"

Her mood was instrospective, nodding to herself with a soft smile. She understood vengeance very well. And while not a confirmed motive, it surely made the human a threat if that were the case.

"We're to go hunting for our lost sisters. Apparently the Queen misses them far more than I do, but who am I to disobey a direct order. Oh...and by we, I mean you."

"Lady General?"

"PELIOS! LIRIEL! QUINN! GET IN HERE!"

Her squire very nearly dropped the armor he had been polishing as his superior's voice rang out across the courtyard of the Temple, every knight who heard both hopeful there name would also be called.....yet worried at the same time. It didn't take long for the sound of heavy soled boots to thunder through the hallways of her encampment. Her door still open, there was none of the decorum the knight before had shown. Instead two male and one female knights bent their knee just behind their predecessor.

"Good. You made good time. I have orders, royal ones. Gather enough belongings and head straight for the capital. Tell the Temple priests that I'm assigning Ameri to you as your healer. She has the necessary skills, and could use the experience. I'm trusting the four of you to keep her safe and not bouncing on some human's cock because that's exactly what you're going after. A search party for a pair of missing elves, with no doubt a license to kill any humans you come across while doing so. Won't Sorsha be so happy? Of course that means you'll have to be doubly careful, Liriel."

The room's only female knight nodded silently, a grim look on her face, yet a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
She stepped forward then, gently laying a hand on the top of the first knight's head, "I'm counting on you to lead them, Xander. Time is wasting. Now go."

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She ached for him. Was moist for him. Even now she could taste him on her lips and still felt him deep within her needy pussy, burying himself to the hilt. Valarie looked back as she had many times over the last few days. Had she really wanted this? Or had she just been resigned to her fate, shot as she had been by Myria and rendered immobile? Did it matter? She knew what she wanted now. Wanted to feel his heat boiling into her again. The sylvan elf shivered slightly. Would she be fertile?

First she had to serve him. Prove herself loyal to him and only him. She had almost made the mistake of complimenting her darker haired sister before she left. Myria and Sylvannia weren't just sisters through him.....they were blood related! Myria had given him her own sister! Valerie paused in her movements, leaning just a little against the rough surface of an ash tree as even now her fingers drifted low to touch herself through her doeskin. Would she have given him her blood kin if she were asked? She was sure she would. Even now she saw her fellow elves differently, as if only the best of them were worthy of serving him. And nobody was more worthy than the General.....

She had returned to her post. Watching them as her former superior had ordered. There had been no disturbances, everything was as it should be. Valerie sincerely doubted that any had come looking for her, seen or heard her submit to her new master. She needed to keep it that way. The first thing had been patching the tear in her pants. The half elf her master lived with had done wonders to get the blood out......

On the morning of the second day, her replacement came for her. The trill of a lark heralding his arrival. She did all she could to keep her visage impassive. This male meant nothing to her now, even though she was sure he had coupled with her once. Many of them had. None of them ever would again.

"The General sends her regards. I am to relieve you of your post assuming the human still resides with his slaves in yon cabin with the half blood. Report immediately to the general. She is expecting you to arrive by sundown, no later. Understood?"

The slender scout merely nodded silently. It would be a hard run. She would have to be careful to not reopen her wound. She had to be prepared for a scolding if she was late. Either way she could not....would not....tip her hand yet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her special team dispatched, Lyeth mentally calculated their travel time. One of her servants brought in a silver tea tray with her afternoon tea on it. Placing it on a nearby table, tea was poured and handed to Lyeth. An absentminded thank you was given and the servant dismissed. With the travel time needed, hopefully, the human hadn’t decided to move on.

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Three days earlier. Myria and Valerie were in the woods fishing from the nearby stream.

“So, Master is sending you back?” Myria glanced at Valerie, “Did he say why?”

Myria’s line started to sing, she set the hook and slowly started to reel in whatever was on her hook. The fish on the hook jumped up out of the water and returned with a splash. Valerie watched it a second then turned toward Myria and nodded.

“He is but I go with a mission. Promise you won’t say anything to anyone if I tell you, since you are my sister now?”

Myria spared her a glance then reeled the fish to shore. She went down to meet it and brought it back, squirming on the hook.

“Of course. What does he want you to do?”

Myria laid the fish on the ground and before removing the hook, she hit it on the head with a club, silencing its movement. She glanced again at Valerie while removing the hook from the fish and put it in their fish basket.

“Master wants me to…Oh! I got one!” she started to reel it in.

Myria was impatient to know what the Master was about, but she didn’t want to press Valerie too hard. She took the fish from Valerie, conked it on the head to kill it and tossed it into the basket with the others.

“Come. Do not bait your line again. We should get back. It’s not safe to stay in one spot for too long.”

Together they gathered their gear and their catch, heading back to the cabin. Myria would get it out of her before Valerie departed. At least, that was the plan.

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“Oh, Master,” Sylvannia whined, “I am not feeling so well this morning and my back aches. Would you mind rubbing it for me?”

The truth of the matter was, Sylvannia was feeling lazy this morning. She was also feeling neglected by her master. He had taken another elf to his bed. Still, she felt she was the more attractive of the three of them. It didn’t count that he had taken Myria first and the most in the beginning. She was his first line of defense. He had to insure his safety after all. Truth be told, she discounted Myria in any case. Sylvannia knew she was far more beautiful than her warrior sister in any case. Her beauty had always gotten her what she needed or wanted. Sylvannia smiled smugly to herself. This last elf would be gone shortly. Then they were back to Myria and Julia. Julia was no competition. Master was not going to bed her. Syl rubbed her tummy absentmindedly and moaned softly for good measure.

 

[dryfter]

Bjorn dug deep, but not too hard, smiling to himself as he heard his pretty little elf slut groan beneath the pressure. He had been attentive, kneading her bare flesh firmly as she sat before him. Not feeling well? He had been waiting to hear just that and knew exactly what it meant though the human was a little surprised that she was just now complaining about what he presumed was morning sickness. She had remained naked at his command, so it had been easy to see her gradually lose her perfectly sculpted belly. He had caught Myria and even Julia glancing at it from time to time too.....just as he know Sylvannia had as well. The self satisfied smirk she shot the pair of them made him uncomfortable.

The door to the cabin swung open once more as the pair he had been missing now returned with a fresh catch. Fish was on the menu today it seemed. Good. Though he'd never say it to her face, Valarie looked like she could use better meals than what she had been eating. Sylvannia's belly hadn't been the elf's only curves he'd caught the sylvan scout surreptitiously admiring.

"You've been busy."

Myria simply nodded as Valarie blushed, more than happy to have been noticed. Julia swept silently by to sidle close to his dark haired warrioress, heading straight for the ramshackle kitchen moments later with their prize.

"You're coming along nicely, sister."

The uncomfortable silence was broken then, Valarie finally speaking her mind where Sylvannia was concerned. She didn't even tense beneath his questing fingers as her darker skinned hand slid suggestively across her lower belly. If only Bjorn could have seen the look of satisfaction she wore, her sylvan sister's jealousy open on her face. Why couldn't Myria be as honest as this one? It would be so much fun. But as she looked to her sister, the scowl she was met with sent her gaze quickly elsewhere. Still....it might be enough of a victory that she had been bothered.

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"I'm to return as a spy, sister."

The evening's repast had been consumed. Even now the fire burned low, it wouldn't be long before just embers remained. Her blonde sister lay wrapped around her Master and just looking at them had made her sex throb with a searing ache. If Myria had asked, Valarie wouldn't have denied that she wished it was her right now. Even though no love had been made, even though the scent of sex was absent from the cabin for the first night in many. She would have given anything just the the feel of him pressing against her. But Myria wouldn't ask, she knew that. Even in the scant time they had spent together.....she had learned some things about her new master and his loyal servants.

"I was to spy on you, keep your every move noted and report to the General of the West. I spoke of this to Master as well. In his wisdom, he told me that if I were to go missing like Yuri did, they would surely send another to take my place or worse. There is always the chance that these disappearances are blamed on him...he becomes a threat....and my whole village in the trees comes crashing down on him."

The ranger fell silent then, waiting to see if and how Myria would react.

"We are many, sister. You must know that you cant protect him from a concerted attack. It's my job now to make sure such an attack doesn't catch him unaware."

A crafty smile darted across her face then.

"Though there may be some correspondence between us that results in a few more of my kin wandering a little too close to him. A sabotaged bow here....a sword going missing there. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Valarie licked her lips softly, glancing furtively at her pale skinned sister. She had been told to get along with them, to treat them as if they were blood sisters. That had been her Master's orders. And sisters trusted each other.....right?

"My wildest fantasy right now...."

Wild indeed....Valarie knew Myria was watching as her own hand slid across her waifish belly to disappear beneath her waistband. Knew she could hear quite clearly as she softly drew a heated, excited breath. Knew her sister knew exactly what she was doing.

"Second wildest.....," she corrected herself.....

"Is the sight of our dear General in all her motherly glory splayed out and helpless before Master. Claim her and he claims the forest and all within. Even the look of disgust she would give me when she realizes it was me that betrayed her.....unnhhh....."

The movements beneath her leathers was increasing in intensity.

"So jealous. She's had a babe, a child to take pride in. My womb yet lies still. Perhaps Master would reward me if I delivered her to him. What would it look like? What kind of face would she make the moment she felt herself seeded....her insides filled to the brim with Master's cum?"

Her eyes were closed now as she shivered, the stirrings of her impassioned strokings building her ever higher towards her peak. Teeth bit hard into her lower lip when it came, shudders racking across her dainty frame even as only the barest of sounds escaped her. Panting softly, the naughty scout slumped back against the front step they had been sitting on. Time passed as she struggled to get her breathing back under control. When she finally did, it was to ask one of the questions on her mind that had been turning her on secretly for what seemed forever now.....

"What kind of face did Sylvannia make?"

 

[dryfter]

She had made it just in time. Even after pausing briefly at her own wooded abode to change her pants, cheerily wave a greeting to her neighbor, and negotiate the maze of bridges that linked platform to platform amid the oldest of the ancient roanwood. The second she was out of sight, she hissed softly again. Her wound had never stopped throbbing, had cramped more than once causing her to stop longer than she had wanted during her hastened return. Light fingertips traced the pouch she now wore at her belt and the hidden vial she knew lay within. Would she have to use it? Each of their soldiers, rangers and scouts had one. A healing tincture, strong enough to make short work of the wound on her thigh. It had been left behind in her own arrogance. She had been too proud. Had actually proclaimed herself as far above that of a human and his pair of elven whores. Where had that gotten her? Her pussy moistened in her fresh leathers as she remembered how she had been taken.....

There was no time for that now. With a determined look, she focused on her task ahead....the heat dying down as she turned away from the sordid thoughts and on to more worrying ones. She couldn't let her injured state give her away to the ones she once called "family." On the other hand, the calm visage of her sister Myria appeared unbidden in the back of her mind. She worked so hard to please Master. Sylvannia wouldn't ever bother acknowledging her, but Valerie could. Would it ease her burden just a little if she could deliver her vial to her or Bjorn? Then they would have a failsafe to lean back on in case of emergencies.

There was no more time to think about it, at least for now. Nodding solemnly to the guard, Valerie found herself facing the sturdiest pair of doors the village had to offer. Soundlessly, she pushed forward....slipping between them even as her kinsman pulled them outward ever so slightly for her to pass. The interior was only slightly better lit than the dusk filled sky she had left behind, but it wasn't as if she needed it. She could find her General in all but the purest darkness. The flaming color of her hair.....the scandalous bounty that was her breasts......the flaring hips of a woman who had known motherhood. It was all she could do to not let her eyes linger on her "superior" longer. It was then that she noticed that she wasn't alone.......

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"Rise and serve."

The ground itself cracked and shivered beneath the magic circle she had painstakingly drawn. With a heave and a cry, the elemental burst from the ice she herself had given life. An arcane blue light shone brightly in deep sockets that served for eyes. This creature was dangerous, sharpened spines and edges making up the majority of its mass. Approaching it silently, Siobhan began to whisper once more. The creature was not a golem, and as such it was sentient. Yet it stayed where it was, almost as if it recognized the spell being cast upon its body. A dark fingertip reached forward, the arctic plains resounding with a resonating screech. Not once did it flinch, even as she carved a sigil into its body. It had no flesh...no nerves to cause it pain. Not at this level of its body at least.....

"Tell her Highness that she's going to have to change her plans a little. This one will serve in any but Loretta's domain. The sigil will not hold against the heat of the desert. If he is sent there, he will be lost."

Turning to her summoned spirit, the dark mage smiled softly at the cagey look in the thing's eyes, seeing far more than just arcane light.

"You will serve Lyeth Talren, Queen of the Elves and the one whom I serve. You will follow her commands to the best of your ability."

The thing merely nodded softly, continuing to rise from its "slumber", leaving a crater behind....the glacier now missing a large chunk of sheer mass. As it stepped from its surroundings, she surmised it to be at least ten foot tall, perhaps even taller, it was hard to guess such things for sure. Already the snow woman had corralled it with her own brand of magic....the elemental peaceably following after the pretty, alabaster skinned female.

"This one will make up for my lack of personnel. Give my apologies to her Highness, Shimmer."

The little fairy spun softly before her, a grim look on its face as it reached down to once more pat the needle at its hip. A needle to most, it was actually a rapier made especially for the diminutive little fae. The appearance had not been lost on her however, as she had been the one who had assisted in its creation. The Fairy Needle. Any who underestimated Shimmer would be made to regret it and very quickly. It was true that the thing could do little but draw a drop of blood or two.....but then the victim would be subject to a rainbow of nasty enchantments. The only drawback? Shimmer couldn't control which status effect she was inflicting.

And so she had taken up fencing. It had been difficult with no trainers small enough to actually teach a fairy. Everything she had learned she had imitated from watching in secret as the masters in Queen Lyeth's court trained themselves, honing their skills almost daily. Would it pass for actual combat? Probably not. Either way, the white haired fairy had at least learned the art of striking multiple times in blinding succession. Each striking bringing poison....sleep....paralysis....and many other more annoying inflictions....Siobhan had yet to release Shimmer into the world.

Now she had no choice.

Not even Her Majesty knew of this secret weapon that her attendant wielded. She didn't doubt it would remain secret....for very long.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Myria joined Julia in the kitchen, choosing to help her fix the fish for tonight’s meal. She found Julia already at the sink, scaling the fish. Myria stopped at some crude shelving against one wall, contemplating the jars there then reached out to select a few, bring them to the table that stood between her and Julia. Julia turned, placing another fish on the table. Myria reached for one and started stuffing it with some herbs.

“So,” she idly began, still stuffing herbs into the fish’s gullet, “What do you think of Master’s plan for Valerie?”

Myria didn’t look up from what she was doing. Julia, for her part, continued to gut and scale the fish. The air in the kitchen was warm and smelled of guts and fish. The half elf shrugged.

“It is not for me to say what I think. He has a plan. All I can hope for is that he doesn’t bring the Elven Nation down upon us.”

Myria silently agreed. She got the fish ready to cook over their open fire.

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Lyeth, looked from Shimmer to the Ice Elemental and back at Shimmer once more. Her fingertips drummed on the surface of her desk.

“Leave it to Siobahn to send me an Ice Elemental. However, this just might work in our favor. I have a special mission for you two.”

Her general of the North always wore a mask. All of Lyeth’s generals knew what had happened to Siobahn. Why the general still insisted on covering her face in their presence, Lyeth could only guess. Leaning forward in her chair she addressed Shimmer.

“I want the two of you to go find Yuri or at least, what happened to her. I have a very bad feeling about this, Shimmer. I may need to call Siobahn out of her comfort zone to bring Yuri back.”

Was Siobahn the only one who could get Yuri back for them? Hardly. But if what she suspected had happened, from all the reports she had received, they just may need Siobahn. There was no direct evidence of her suspicions but, just by what she did have Lyeth was putting two and two together. She gathered a few papers then called for Keres.

"Get me one of my thicker cloaks. Where I'm headed, it's always cold and meet me in the portal room."

She could have ridden but that would have taken too long. So using a portal was the best solution. Lyeth strode into the portal room with her pack. Keres soon followed, handing the cloak over to the Queen.

"My Queen, are you sure this is wise?"

Lyeth was tossing on the cloak and picking up her bag.

"Wise has nothing to do with it. This needs to be done."

Softly Lyeth chanted the words that brought a swirling portal to her eyes. She cast one final look at Keres and stepped into it. As it closed around her, teleporting her to the cold North where her General Siobahn made her home, Lyeth herself wondered if this was wise idea but it needed to be done. Siobahn had already come to her as required once a month. The queen had no heart to summon her general from her cold North again and Siobahn was the only one who could confirm her suspicions.

Three Days Earlier:
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As they all stood around the war room's table, Lyeth cast a look at them.

"So, I need Shimmer and the Ice Elemental for a special assignment. The rest of you will divide up and each take a quadrant in your own area of expertise. Leave no stone unturned. If you don't find them, then I expect you have information. This human is up to something and I want him stopped, now. Am I clear? Use whatever means you need. Winter is coming so they may stay wherever they are, settling in. I want news of Sylvannia and Myria. I would suggest that you mix yourselves up. At least one or two who know the area and the other three can be fresh eyes. Be careful and be safe.

 

[dryfter]

She was no longer alone.

Not that the truly ever was to begin with, but her experiments didn't matter. Steeped in the arcane almost since birth, Siobhan knew teleportation magic very well even from this distance. It felt more like a....gate activating....than a wizard's private spell. And that couldn't be good. Thin black fingers traced the jawline of her captive, ever chained to her icy walls as he was. Siobhan tried her best to not look upon him with loathing, knowing that was the corruption that ran through her veins now and shouldn't be how she truly felt. She was always fighting. The wailing began anew as they heard the cold steel of their cell slam shut and lock tightly once more.

She took the steps leading upward one at a time, a dark part of her relishing their despair no matter how hard she struggled against it. She would be back soon enough and they knew it. This was her cross to bear, so why had someone else come here to make it so much harder? Letting the trap door to the dungeon cellar settle into place behind her, Siobhan's heart skipped a little as she heard a voice calling out her name......a very female voice. Just what kind of idiot had braved the fierce north winds of her arctic home to come see her? Did they know the risk of just such a meeting? These questions and more swirled through her head as she slunk to her private chambers, in need of her multitude of guises. Her breath caught, heart thundering in her chest as she was called out to again. Gloves - check, robes - check, non descript boots and finally the mask that concealed her face. The dark elf could hear the twin clicks as the silvery plate slid into place and locked. Now she could proceed....

"You called for me?"

It had been long minutes for her guest. Long cold minutes traipsing the many stairs and corridors of the frigid keep with its frost rimed stone and iron bars cold enough to grasp hold of warm flesh. Such was her world, and it was by design. Still, it was not enough as the sorceress felt an immediate flush upon her face, her body almost immediately producing warm, moist fluids....as she gazed upon her guest. This was why she wore such things, why she couldn't ever let them see her face. Siobhan could only imagine the face she was making right now as her guest turned out to be none other than the Queen of the Elves herself.....alone no less! Amethyst eyes scanned through the narrow slits of her silvery countenance. No royal guards. No retinue to speak of. It set her loins on fire....no matter how she struggled to think purer thoughts.....

It seemed....that her hardest task in all of this.....was just beginning.......

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She had time but it was running out.

Kenja Steelgrove, General of the West, silently jerked her fiery maned head westward. Just as silently, her contingent of fifty warriors, almost exclusively men fell in line behind her. Their target? A quaint little cottage, well out of reach of her wooded homeland. This would be good for most of them. For too long had they simply remained hidden, isolated from the rest of the kingdom. Some of them would learn the hard way just how big the world really was......

Yuri hadn't been there. After days of watching, waiting, Valarie had reported as much before being sent to serve Her Majesty, the Queen. Kenja wasn't sure how she felt about the report itself. Had a part of her actually been hoping she'd find Yuri there? No doubt full of human seed, the ranger would have been ashamed though it would have been a quick fix. Nobody would escape this warband, elven bodyguard be damned. If Yuri had fallen to the human, she could have simply slain him with the rest of his curse begotten ilk, rescued Yuri and the other two he had in thrall......and consoled the poor maiden as she birthed his half blooded brat.

And as for half bloods....just how big of a hand had the cabin's owner had in all this? Was she an accomplice? Or had she been forced to go along with the damned human's plans? It had been a long time since she had spoken with Julia, well over a decade....and the last time they had minced words it had been less than polite. For a moment, Kenja regretted being so snobbish and superior sounding when dealing with the girl.....a girl who even now longed for the return of her lover. If she somehow survived this.....perhaps it was time to speak to the dryads again.....

"Hurry it up. We need to be there by dawn. Don't expect them to be unaware. Reports are that one of his elven fuckslaves is militant and very protective. The other has been confirmed as pregnant, so we won't expect much out of her, but I don't want any slackers regardless, do you hear me?! You two in the back, pick up the pace! I chose you for a reason to carry that cargo, so don't let me down!"

And what dangerous cargo it was. Slender arms and legs tied to the pole her two strongest rangers now carried between them, the dark elf wench was allowed to dangle. It mattered little to the General how uncomfortable the ride was for the bitch, she should be thanking her for sparing her from the whip that had scarred her back and shoulders. Considering how long she had been kept captive, the others would be surprised to see just where else she bore the scars of her tormentor. Yet she had borne through it all, refusing to speak at all unless it was to taunt her....to regale her with the lewd acts she would force upon her captor should she ever find herself free. And just how much she would like it.......Kenja shivered with revulsion.

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The knock came at daybreak, soft and polite, yet insistent enough that it had all of them awake and aware in an instant, even the heavy sleeping Bjorn. He had fallen asleep inside of Sylvannia again, so it was no surprise that her startled squirming also had his own eyes searching for Myria.....and his own blade. Glancing to his left, he could see Julia already clutching his former weapon.....the spear clutched in a white knuckled grip. They hadn't been expecting company. Bjorn slapped a thick hand over Sylvannia's stupid mouth just as she was about to call out. He could guess for who.....but they couldn't be certain that this was Valerie, and he wasn't about to tip his hand if it wasn't.

"Be silent."

The elf in his grip merely groaned softly, he could feel her tongue fleeting brush against his palm to taste of his flesh. It tickled....and he gave Sylvannia a disapproving look. She stopped immediately. Silent as a whisper, Julia moved to the door....shivering softly as she reached for the door, spear still in hand.....

"Greetings, neighbor. It's been a while. I hear you have new guests."

The voice was calm but strong, and oh so deliciously feminine. Sylvannia glanced furtively at her captor even as he released her from his grip, his look still telling her to stay silent. The chances were high that this was another elf.....so it was strange that master had not stirred....down there. She wouldn't have missed it if he had, she had remained tightly wrapped around him, as if relinquishing contact with her Master would diminish her reason for living.....

Sylvannia clearly missed it, but Bjorn didn't and he very much doubted Myria did either. The instant paling of Julia's features....the trembling in her limbs growing more violent. She almost couldn't hold the spear she had seized upon.....

"Let's have a look at them, shall we?"

And with that and a sweep of red hair, the tallest, most shapely sylvan elf he had ever seen swept into the room. Julia had more than just fallen back, she had fallen completely, threatening to fall through the rickety floorboards as her rump hit their wooden surface. It didn't take long for the newcomer to appraise them all.....lingering especially on Myria.....though not failing to notice the post coital position the human and his blonde elf still maintained.

"Relax. You don't want to hurt me."

A cold smile flitted across her face as she turned to face Myria once more. This one was the most dangerous by far. It was best to take the storm out of her eyes before she did something stupid.

"I have forty handpicked warriors not a hundred yards away. You can see them from the windows of this place if you want. Strike at me if you will, Myria.....it is Myria, isn't it? I doubt any of you would escape the consequences of such an action....and you're the one supposed to be protecting him, yes? Don't do anything foolish."

The Ranger General turned once more to the human before turning away, clearly uncomfortable, "By the Goddess....get dressed at least. You won't be raping me, so put that thing away. I've come to talk....you have some information....or so I hope. And if all goes well.....I'll be paying you for it."