Disclaimer: I am obviously NOT Christopher Paolini considering the circumstances, thus The Inheritance Cycle does NOT belong to me but the aforementioned author, Random House (publishing company), and a myriad of other people and business corporations. No copyright infringement is at all intended. This is merely typed up and posted online for my own and my readers' (hopeful) entertainment.

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is rated "M" for sexual content, adult situations, mentions of captivity (in this chapter only), slight vulgar language, and OOC behaviour. What to watch out for (after the description and dialogue) is a lemon/smut scene between Eragon and Islanzadí. There is also some slash farther on. It's not as graphic as the previous chapters but is there and pretty detailed. That's about it, I think. Just as a general warning. Then again, why are you reading this fanfic if you need one? (no offence)

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the ultra-delay! I really tried many times to write this chapter, but the update alluded me. I am seriously thinking of including more characters and scenes but as it stands, the story will likely end soon, unfortunately. Still, I might write one-shots of other AU pairings and scenes as I still have a few ideas floating around in my head. Anyhow, moving on, here is the long-awaited update. Hopefully, it won't be too painful to read and please do comment as I greatly value your feedback.

Enjoy!

P.S. I forgot to mention, but the elf guards told Islanzadí where Eragon was and they somehow captured Eragon and took her to the elf queen, since she's pissed off to hear of Eragon's sexual escapades with her daughter. Naturally. And being an elf queen, that can be pretty darn scary! Wonder how Eragon handles it? Can you guess? *smirks*

Chapter 1: Incorporating Islanzadí

A splash of ice cold water woke Eragon up with a start. The young Dragon Rider gasped for breath, and felt a rush at the rude awakening. He blinked several times trying to get the frigid droplets out of his brown eyes and glanced around in confusion. At first he could see nothing due to the haze of sweat and water. Gradually, his vision began to clear and he noticed a rusty brown surrounding him. His mind reeled and he tried to sit up, only to realize he was already in a horizontal position.

Uncertainty and a sinking dread prevailed as he struggled to see where he was and what was going on, for the position he was in was very uncomfortable and strained his muscles incredibly even with his enhance elvish strength. Much to his shock and dread, Eragon discovered – when his vision was fully restored – that he was chained to the wall and ceiling.

Thick black iron manacles ensnared his wrists and his ankles. They were attached to the walls and ceiling respectively and Eragon was alarmed to notice that his wrists and ankles were raw and red as if he had struggled hard and long against the chains only to fail to escape. Panic clutched him and he wracked his mind as to how this could come to pass. His first thought was that he had finally been captured by the mad king Galbatorix and was about to face his doom.

But how could that happen when no one knew where they were? Angela and Elva, bless her soul, had only found out because the mysterious herbalist had somehow known the way. But Angela was no spy and certainly loyal to Eragon now that she had joined him in his sexual adventures. Elva was extremely loyal too and followed him around like a lost puppy. Several days had passed since he had taken her virginity and "initiated" her into their little group, so to speak.

Eragon cast no spell but she constantly followed him around and yearned for his cock constantly. She did have sex with the others but it was mainly him she wanted. So Angela and Elva were out of the question. The only other options for spies were Roran and Katrina but they only found out about Eragon's secret location because they got information from Eragon's elvish bodyguards who remained behind.

Besides, Roran was his cousin and Katrina was also in their group along with Roran himself. They were admirable lovers and extremely loyal. They would not betray him. Who then? Suddenly, an idea wormed its way into Eragon's head and his heart nearly stopped. Had the elvish guards... No. They would never betray him. The only person they might dare tell his location to was the elf queen Islanzadí, and that was just because he was with Arya.

Wait a minute, Eragon thought frantically, his gears turning rapidly as ideas churned within him. They told the elf queen because of Arya. Holy crap!

"I'm a prisoner of Islanzadí!" Eragon blurted out, too shocked and stunned for thought.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"I see you have figured it out at last," A female voice said sternly.

Eragon jerked his gaze to the direction of the noise and was startled to see that he was being watched by none other than the elf queen herself! It surprised Eragon just how similar she was to Arya with raven-black hair, striking elvish features, and creamy white skin. The elf queen wore a strapless dark red dress over a white, long sleeve tunic, and had an elegant robe of swan feathers flung over her shoulders.

She sat imperiously in all her glory and majesty upon a miniature wooden thrown obviously built for transport purposes. It seemed that Islanzadí had come here in haste as the place Eragon was in didn't have much else in it. It was just a simple stone room with one barred window. Coupled with Eragon's chains it looked suspiciously like a dungeon.

Giving himself a mental shake, Eragon heaved a sigh and looked directly at the elf queen. She was gazing right back at him, defiantly so. Unlike her usual demeanour, her eyes were flashing with rage and her lips tight with anger. All her muscles were tense as if she wanted to lash out at any second. A thought struck Eragon as to why she was angry at him and he groaned inwardly.

"Your majesty, I can explain," Eragon began hastily.

"Yes, yes you can," Islanzadí said severely. "You can and you will. But choose your words carefully for they may be your last."

Eragon considered reminding her that she was the last Dragon Rider and deserved more respect than a cold and dank prison cell. In fact, there was the war to consider. Then again, he remembered how in the previous war against the Foresworn that the elf queen withdrew all her troops and help just because Arya failed to contact her and was thought to be dead. If she found out he was fucking her daughter and everything else they were doing besides, who knew what the queen of the elves might do? It was a very risky position to say the least and Eragon knew he had to tread with extreme caution.

"Your majesty," He said slowly. "It might be too complicated to explain. Might I reveal what has happened the past month or so without words?"

The elf queen frowned thoughtfully and paused for a few moments, but then she nodded upon understanding what he meant.

"Very well," Islanzadí said sternly. "But I do not wish for too much information of what you are doing with my daughter."

Eragon blushed furiously and nodded, feeling very much abashed.

"Alright then," He said. "Please open your mind so that I might show you."

Just as Eragon was about to send her images of the memories of the past few days, he quickly changed his mind and decided it would be best to avoid the hazy memories as Islanzadí wouldn't even want to see him in all of those positions with her daughter, let alone his dragon, Thorn, and all those other people. So upon second thoughts, he got a better idea and acted on it.

Sifting through his memories, he reached out with his mind to the elf queen's and showed her the emotions that he felt when Saphira first came in heat on that very first day while he was mourning the death of Oromis and Glaedr. He then brought Arya into the picture and sent Islanzadí the emotions she felt during orgasm and while she pleasure Saphira, or at least the emotions he sensed her having.

He was about to show more when he was startled by a whimper. He opened his eyes quickly and was shocked to see a plaintive expression on Islanzadí's face. Her lips were tight together and her eyes intense, but not with anger – with something else... Her legs were clamped tightly to each other and she clenched the arms of her chair so that her knuckles were white. Sweat was beaded on her forehead and her jaw was clenched.

Realization dawned on Eragon and he smiled inwardly. While he hated the thought of manipulating Islanzadí in this way, it might be his only chance to keep his head on his shoulders as well as his other head coming to think about it! Stifling a grin, he cleared his throat pointedly and glanced down at Islanzadí.

Feeling extra-brave, he dared a peak at her breasts and marvelled inwardly (careful to avoid any outward signs of doing so) at how well-formed they were. Being older than Arya by far, she had grown more. And being an elf, they were not old and saggy either but ripe and voluptuous to behold. It was all Eragon could do to restrain his cock from growing hard.

"Um, your majesty," Eragon said softly, his heart pounding excitedly in his chest.

The elf queen looked up at him swiftly, her expression startled and her eyes slightly glazed.

"Perhaps I can help?" Eragon offered, hoping against hope that she would relent.

Islanzadí hesitated for the fraction of a second before nodding briskly. Unfortunately however, he was not released. The chains only grew in length giving him room to kneel down comfortably and stretch his hands considerably. Stifling his disappointment, he crouched down onto the floor and decided what to do.

He realized that the elf queen likely hadn't had sex for ages due to the Arya disappearance fiasco and the death of her husband. Being queen she couldn't just make love to anybody so she had probably not had anyone pleasure her in quite some time. If Eragon played his cards right, she would soon be eating out of his hand and quickly release him.

Hells, she might even join them too! If not, it was always a pleasant last thing to do before dying. Better than rotting in a cell and getting executed or burnt at a stake, or gods know what else the elves would do to him, the elf queen at least! Taking a deep breath, Eragon prepared himself and slowly reached out his hands until they came to rest on the hem of the elf queen's dress.

Pausing there, he glanced up at Islanzadí who answered his unspoken question by shoving her legs apart and pushing his head roughly in between them. Eragon yelped in surprise as the chains strained on his wrists momentarily and as he almost fell over. He regained his balance quickly, but gagged a second later at the musky smell of Islanzadí's pussy.

It was bright pink and swollen, literally begging for release. Despite his uncomfortable state and sweaty body, he planted a kiss on her pussy-lips. Islanzadí moaned and Eragon grinned inwardly, repeating the action all over her cunt and thighs. Not wanting to waste this golden opportunity (and wanting to get free no matter what), Eragon plunged his tongue into Islanzadí's pussy and began to lick it gently. Islanzadí began to moan and whimper. She began to writhe and squirm as his tongue worked magic on her swollen vagina.

Eragon's cock stiffened but he was unable to satisfy himself and shuffled on his knees to get comfortable. He was soon caught up in the act as he ate out the pussy of the queen of the elves herself. He could not believe that he was doing Arya's mom. It was so unreal that he would pleasure someone like her but he was doing it now, so he decided to put his act into it. The elf queen was stunningly beautiful and would make a fantastic member to their team. Even if she didn't join them it was still a golden opportunity or a way to change Islanzadí's mind and get her on his side, at least.

Eragon gulped as he tasted precum and braced himself, picking up the pace. He closed his eyes for Islanzadí came seconds later, filling his parched throat with a torrent of her pussy juice. Breathing deeply, Eragon's shoulders sagged and he promptly lay his head in between her legs not caring for the scandalous position or that his head was inside her dress. If anyone burst in on them, they wouldn't know it was him and would get punished likely by the elf queen. Speaking of which, Islanzadí was still having the after affects of her orgasm and sat limp on her chair.

He could hear her ragged breath almost in sync with his as he drifted in and out of sleep. Now if only he could come too, he needed some release! But he had to wait for Islanzadí to make the first move as he didn't dare upset her now. Eventually, the silence was broken by a pleased sigh and Eragon felt quite nervous and braced himself for Islanzadí's reaction.

"I have not had a man please me in many days and nights," Islanzadí murmured softly.

Eragon flinched, startled, as he felt her delicate and somewhat sweaty fingers twirl in his hair.

"In fact," The elf queen said almost wistfully. "It has been so long since Evandar that I have almost forgotten what it felt like to have an orgasm like that."

"If you join us you will never forget the sensation," Eragon burst out unable to stop himself.

He froze as he braced himself for the elf queen's wrath. Much to his relief, she only laughed pleasantly and softly.

"I might indeed," She said. "Regretfully, I have a people to rule and I cannot desert them for long. But for a short holiday during the winter? Perhaps."

"So you'll let me go free?" Eragon asked hopefully.

"I suppose," Islanzadí said reluctantly. "But on one condition."

"What might that be?" Eragon asked warily.

"Swear to me in the Ancient Language that you shall pleasure me no matter what I ask and whenever I ask from hence forth," Islanzadí announced regally. "Do this and you can do whatever you wish with my daughter free of guilt."

Eragon groaned inwardly as he weighed his options. It was a huge thing to keep the elves as his allies, and it would not do even if the Varden had turned against his friends to lose their support. They could at least provide a safe haven from the Varden and Galbatorix. For now they were untouchable in the Spine but who knew how long that would last?

"Very well," Eragon agreed reluctantly.

Then he swore the oath in the Ancient Language. After a few moments' pause, he cautiously pulled his head out of Islanzadí's legs and glanced up at her. She smiled slyly at him and clapped her hands sharply. The chains fell off his wrists and ankles, clattering noisily to the ground, and Eragon stood up on shaky legs.

"Now go ask a guard at the door for a bath," Islanzadí said. "Tell him I sent you and to ask no questions. You must get cleaned up first and then ask the guard for directions to the guest chamber. I shall scry my wayward daughter and inform her of today's events. Then we have some love-making to do."

"Alright," Eragon said with a weak grin.

Slightly wobbly and now drenched in sweat and grime from his imprisonment, he trudged to the door and was just about to open it when Islanzadí called his name.

"Oh, and Eragon?" She asked, not looking over her shoulder.

"Yes?" Eragon gulped nervously.

"Be sure to get the guard to take care of your erection," Islanzadí instructed, her voice filled with amusement.

Blood rushed to his cheeks and Eragon stammered his consent. Heaving a sigh and thanking his lucky stars, he departed the room. The guard outside was a male elf with silky brown hair to his waist and a slim but strong figure as all elves' were built. He told the elf his instructions, in the Ancient Language for emphasis, and the elf merely nodded.

The elf grasped his hand and led Eragon down a stone hall flanked by round pillars. They took a left turn and walked into a wide round room that had a water fountain in the front. The walls had several stone doors and high, thin windows which were at the top near the ceiling. The elf guard led Eragon to one of the doors to his right and murmured a word in the Ancient Language, an opening spell no doubt. The dragon rider's suspicions were confirmed as the stone door slid into the wall to his right granting ample room to walk through.

The two stepped through it and entered into a bath chamber. It was a smaller round room with rectangular marble benches all around the circular walls. There was a round bath tub three feet deep and substantially wide in the direct centre and it was filled with crystal clear water. A window at the top of the domed ceiling allowed some light to filter through telling Eragon that it was daytime.

Eragon turned around to the elf and waited with his hands clasped behind him. The brown haired elf closed the door with a quick spell and stripped out of his tunic and armour. He then undressed Eragon and guided them to the bath. Eragon sank into the water gratefully and was about to fully submerge in it when he noticed that the elf guard had knelt down and leaned against the side of the pool so that his back was facing Eragon.

"Go ahead," He murmured softly. "Take me as you will."

"Are you sure?" Eragon stammered, realising the implication.

"Queen Islanzadí commanded me to did she not?" The elf enquired.

"Yes," Eragon agreed.

"Then it is my duty to satisfy your needs as our guest," The elf guard said with a warm smile. "Please, I do not mind. In fact, I insist. As far as lovers go, I do prefer men if it helps."

"Ah, right, okay," Eragon mumbled, his cheeks bright red.

He was bisexual but did need to be satisfied desperately and if the elf guard was willing...

Heaving a sigh he crawled over and stood up. Grasping the elf by his hips, he grasped his cock and guided it to the male elf's arse. He paused the fraction of a second and placed his other hand on the elf's hips before glancing at him questioningly one last time. The elf nodded with an eager glint in his eyes and Eragon needed no further prompting. Heaving a groan, he plunged his hard and aching cock into the elf's puckered arse-hole.

The elf cried out in pleasure and pushed his arse to Eragon, making it easier for him. Eragon kissed the back of the elf's neck and roamed his hands on his body as he thrust in and out of the elf's arse-hole. After getting in sync, he felt the rush of climax approach him and picked up the pace plunging his cock faster and faster. Eragon cried out in ecstasy as he came, filling the male elf's arse-hole with his seed.

Weary, he collapsed onto the elf's back and closed his eyes softly. They lay in that position for quite some time until they eventually woke up and cleansed themselves of sweat and grime. The elf then healed Eragon's wrists and ankles and ravaged his lips with his own, brushing their cocks against each other.

After some more fucking and sucking with each other, the elf thanked Eragon for his time and led him to the guest chamber where he bid him goodbye and told him to expect another visit from him sometime soon, perhaps. Now completely and utterly exhausted, Eragon stumbled to the four-poster bed in the middle of the room and collapsed naked upon it. He soon sank into a deep, deep sleep wondering when his world first started turning upside-down.

To Be Continued...

A/N: So the plot thickens! Any thoughts? I tried making this chapter different and as realistic as possible considering the characters and events of my story. Hope it wasn't too bad, and I'm wondering if Islanzadí should visit their little camp or if I should just include a couple scenes later on? She's not evil, the elf queen, just very protective of her daughter and feels that this is a fair trade.

Considering the medieval setting that the Inheritance Cycle is in, coupled with the different race that are the elves, this might not be so strange as we think according to their opinions, beliefs, and traditions. Anyhow, that about sums it up for this chapter. All I have left to say is to thank you guys a million for your awesome reviews, and implore you for more! I do apologize for the delay but a Writer's Block is as a Writer's Block does, or whatever... Basically, some more critique and comments would be great and do stay tuned for future updates.

Thanks for reading!