To Love a Vanadis

When the women finished bathing, they returned to the camp. They headed to the Commander's tent. The smell of alcohol and milk coming from the camp grounds stimulated their appetite. As they were passing the outer perimeter of the camp sounds of fighting could be heard. Men were screaming, others laughing, and the repeated cursing of others and their mother's punctuated by the sharp crack of broken pottery shook them from the hunger induced stupor.

"Haa." Lim sighed wearily, resisting the urge to facepalm.

Ellen smiled at her friend and aide-de-camp. "The men are a little rowdy after today's victory." Her statement was punctuated by more screaming, cursing and shattering of earthen vessels.

"We shouldn't have allowed them alcohol." Lim pointed out. "Not with Thenardier's troops still in the area."

Ellen waved her hand dismissively. Her somewhat carefree attitude bolstered by their victory as well as her relaxing bath. "What's done is done. Besides the men deserved it after today's victory, they need to unwind and step away from the death that they've seen."

The loudest crash was then heard, as Lim gave in to the urge to face palm. A squadron of troops, both Zcted's and Brune's began running towards the commotion. "I'll go clean this mess up." Lim said resignedly.

Mira who had been silently listening to the commotion patted the overworked camp-de-aide on the back. "I'll help." She pitied the poor woman who had to put up with the airy attitude that Ellen had most of the time. Ellen and Arifar really suit each other. Mira mused, thinking of the Viralt that commanded the Heavens.

Teita watched her friends rapidly distancing backs with worry, as they ran off. "It's okay, nobody's stupid enough to start a brawl with a Vanadis." Regin said laying a comforting hand on Teita's shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. "They'll be fine, you'll see."

"She's right." Ellen said. "It would take more than a handful of drunken braggarts to harm Mira. You have nothing to worry about with those two together. Besides it's not like they're going into battle alone, all they're doing is clearing up whatever happened."

Teita nodded hesitantly, as the three women continued walking towards the command tent. They passed by one of the food wagons when Ellen stopped. Raising her head her nostrils flared as she breathed in the smell wafting from one of the camp fires. "Is this the smell of cheese? It seems a little different from the ones we have in Zchted."

"In Brune, every village makes its own cheese, so there are many different varieties. That is what Massas-sama told me." Teita explained.

Regin was dumbfounded. Growing up she had eaten the best that Brune had to offer, and as such had only sampled a select few cheeses before. While she had heard rumors that each village produced its own type of cheese before the confirmation of the fact was astounding. In her mind she tried to guess at how many different types there would be in Brune.

"Every village is it? It might be an exaggeration, but there must be hundreds of different cheeses. They all have their own smell and taste." Regin said voicing her thoughts.

"I've eaten many kinds." Ellen boasted with a smile. When she had been a mercenary they were not able to carry all the food needed for their campaigns. Therefore they had to buy meat, fish, cheese and a variety of produce from the villages that they passed on their marches. They of course purchased their supplies unlike other companies.

Fish, meat, potatoes and cabbage were currently simmering in a pot. Soldiers were portioned out their own servings as each removed a small bundle of spices and herbs that they would add to their own meal. Some soldiers began to eat, while others laid there bowls to the side to cool. These men entertained themselves with cards, dice, and other forms of gambling.

Hearing a small growl, Ellen turned to the Princess, and looked at her stomach with a slight smile. Regin was staring at the pot of food with undisguised yearning, thought she managed to retain her noble visage. Catching Teita's gaze Ellen flicked her eyes to the pot and to Regin's growling stomach.

Nodding in understanding, "your Highness," Teita began. "Come, I know a spot where we can eat and not be disturbed."

Ellen watched in happiness as Teita led the Princess off, leaving her alone to wake up Tigre. Those two are fast becoming friends. She thought. It was nice to see that the Princess was one who did not stand on ceremony constantly, and was fine with making friends with the peasantry.

She continued her walk, smiling at her men who sometimes stopped what they were doing to gaze upon her beauty. Others, both Brunesmen and those from Zchted saluted her as she passed, until finally she arrived at the General's tent that had four flags gently fluttering in the wind.

"Tigrevurmud-sama is resting inside." One of the guards said before moving out of the way.

"Thank you." Ellen said. "Go. Take the other men of the watch and get some food. I'll watch over Tigre in your stead."

The guard was about to argue when he saw Ellen's hand lightly caressing Arifar at her side. Nodding, he dismissed his fellow guardsmen for food. After all it wasn't like they would be able to stop a Vanadis from getting what she wanted, and she was more than a match for would-be assassins.

She was already part way through the tent's flap when the guards left her to her own devices. Under the light of the candles, the Vanadis with silver-white hair went wide eyed.

Tigre was lying down on a blanket covering the ground, snoring. She smiled lightly, as he didn't stir nor shown any signs of acknowledging her presence.

"Normally I would let you sleep in, but I want to make the most of our time alone together." Ellen whispered, kneeling beside him. She ran the back of her hand down his face before lightly cupping his cheek.

"Now then," She grinned mischievously, "how should I wake you up? It can't be a normal method."

"Kukuku." Her grin was like a Cheshire cat. "Maybe I should put Arifar in your mouth like Lim did. Perhaps spin you on a blanket or maybe block your nose and mouth. That should wake you up quickly. No I have a better idea."

Having thought of something, Ellen sheathed her sword and after removing it from her belt placed it to the side. Walking back over to Tigre who had sprawled out, she placed her hands and knees on both side of Tigre and hunched over, covering him.

Looking down she took in his innocent and cute sleeping face. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath before her eyes opened and bloodlust erupted from every pore in her body.

In that moment, Tigre's body vigorously jumped up, and though she had been watching him closely Ellen could not react to his strength and speed. In an instant she was on her back, Tigre pinning her down, his right hand roughly grasping her breast as his left reached for the dagger at his waist. Ellen lay underneath him, her eyes widened in shock. She hadn't been expecting this sort of response from him, and she winced at he put pressure on her wound.

Tigre became aware of his surroundings when the bloodlust disappeared. With an opponent who was not resisting, he noticed the strange atmosphere in the tent.

Beneath him, Ellen gazed at him with surprise and amusement. There was a soft feeling permeating his right hand. It had a splendid elasticity, and his fingers could move comfortably.

"Come to think of it, you pushed me down and massaged my breast long ago as well, didn't you? I guess somethings never change."

Tigre was about to scramble away from her when she grasped him by his wrists and rolled him over her hips so that she was once more straddling him, his arms pinned above his head. "Where do you think you're going? It's time for you take responsibility for your actions."

He struggled to get up, but her grip was like iron, and though he'd never say she was heavy, her weight was enough to keep him pinned down. "First it was me, then Lim, Mira and Sofy. You're the only man that can claim to have seen 3 of Zchted's Vanadis naked. In fact if you weren't my friend I would've removed you head long ago, not to mention what Mira might have done to you."

He stopped struggling as her words sunk in. Everything she had said was true, and it made him think for a moment what exactly was his relationship with theses prideful and powerful women. All of them except for Sofy he had fought against. Ellen was the one to have beaten him, capturing and right now he was technically her property.

He could say for certain though that their relationship was more than that. At the very least in his mind he was friends with all of them. Enemies turned ally. He mused, smiling lightly as the situation reminded him of some of the novels he had purchased from passing merchants. Still it didn't sit right with him. Ellen was more than just a simple friend to him. She had been there for him, the first to offer her support in his mad quest to protect Alsace, and the first to respect his skills with a bow instead of looking down on him.

In turn he got to know the girl Eleanora Viltaria. He got to see sides of her that only a select few had seen before. Her powerful exterior hiding a beautiful spirit that truly cared about the people that she ruled. He had seen her hurt, vulnerable. It was a feeling that he never wanted to see from her again.

"Tigre?" She asked worriedly, snapping him from his thoughts. Her grip slackened as she stared at him.

A feeling of protectiveness swelled up within him bursting forth from deep within his core granting him strength. He jerked up, startling Ellen as he wrapped his arms tenderly around her hugging her tightly. His head buried in the crook of her neck, he took in her scent, a fresh breeze through a field of flowers. "Ellen." He whispered hugging her tighter. He felt a shiver run through her body, as she tensed up.

"Tigre." She winced in pain, his embrace straining her burnt back.

He immediately let go, and began fussing over her injury. "I'm sorry." He apologized moving to scramble back.

She lay a hand on his chest taking a handful of his shirt. "It's okay." She said stopping his frantic movements. Tigre stopped moving, basking in her presence, enjoying the solace between them, his hands moving away from her back to lightly rest on her hips.

We haven't had a moment together like this since we snuck out the castle. Ellen thought. "What happened Tigre?" She asked gently.

She caught the haunted look that flashed through his eyes, feeling his body tense underneath her. Noticed how his hands gripped her just a little tighter, almost possessively.

"You were hurt because of me." He said softly, barely loud enough for her to hear.

She smiled a sad smile as she brought his head to her chest and hugged him gently. The rough feeling of running her hand through his hair, as he felt his heart beating in sync with her own. This is perfect. She smiled. "Injuries are a part of war, Tigre." Gently pushing him away she opened up his shirt and lightly traced the faint diagonal scar that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip. "You got this saving me from Roland the Black Knight."

"But you wouldn't have been harmed if you hadn't followed me into this war." He remarked, shivering as her fingers ran down his chiseled chest.

She looked up at him determinedly, "I willingly chose to follow you into this. If I had chosen not to, nothing you could've done would've changed my mind."

He nodded at her answer, their time together a lesson on how stubborn she really could be. "I'm still to blame for your pain."

She chuckled, wrapping him in another hug. "I'm a Vanadis Tigre, a war maiden of Zchted. War is in my blood. My calling is to shed the blood of the enemy until either my death or until Arifar decides I'm no longer a worthy wielder.

"A grim outlook." Tigre commented.

"It is what it is." She responded, once more running her hand through his hair.

"What are we?" Tigre spoke up.

"A Vanadis and her prisoner?" Ellen asked.

"Friends?" Tigre wondered.

"No. We're more than simple friends." Ellen answered holding him tighter. "Eleanora Viltaria and Tigrevurmud Vorn together."

"Right now we're simply another man and another woman." Tigre finally said resting his forehead against hers. "No titles, no responsibilities, no expectations to weigh us down."

The distance between them decreased once more before Tigre felt her soft lips pressing against his. It was hesitant at first, nothing more than a passing caress. They pulled away from each other, staring into their partner's eyes.

"That was my first kiss." Tigre whispered.

"Mine too." Ellen responded, before the floodgates broke. The two met once more in the middle. Where the first kiss had been chaste, hesitant as they sought to determine the other's feelings, this one was passionate, burning heat flooding their bodies, as Ellen moaned, pressing herself as tightly as she could against him.

She managed to get her hands on his chest, pushing him to the floor, separating them for mere moments before they attacked each other with renewed vigor. "Tigre." She moaned as he broke the kiss moving to suckle her neck, her hands fumbling with the buckles on his belt. His hands were running up her sides sending shivers down her spine, as they moved to her back undoing the ribbon in her hair. "Wait." She moaned, her happiness rose as she felt him stop. He wasn't trying to force her into anything, and this act blew away any lingering doubts that she may have had.

Rolling off him she began to undo her armor, stipping off the fingerless gloves she wore, and removing her boots. Tigre helped, his dextrous fingers quickly undoing the clasps on her greaves, his fact so close to her silken legs that his breath sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She removed her skirt and top standing there proudly with not a stitch of clothing on her. "You're overdressed." She teased, pouncing on Tigre to remove everything that he wore. Pants, shirt, belt, and underpants went flying as she quickly divested him of his clothing.

The two sat in front of each other, a slight blush on both their cheeks as they took in the other's form. Gathering her courage Ellen moved in, only to be stopped by Tigre. "Ellen."

"Tigre." She responded, blushing madly as his gaze deepened.

"I want to tell you...I love you." He said firmly.

"I love you too, Tigre." She responded. At that moment it mattered not that they were generals from two rival nations, that they served different masters, nor the fact that their station was so different. All that mattered was that Tigrevurmud Vorn had declared his love for Eleanora Viltaria, and nothing was going to change that.

They kissed once more gentle and loving, a declaration of their desire and love for one another. "Tigre!" She screamed in surprise and delight as his right hand moved to cup her breast and his left hovered just above her hip lightly teasing her supple flesh.

"You are perfect." He whispered sensually, massaging her breast as his other hand moved to cup her firm ass. She caught his mouth with hers before he could say anything else, her tongue probing the depths of his mouth. Their tongues dueled for supremacy, as he clung to her tighter and tighter. She threw her head back moaning loudly when he slipped a finger inside her moist snatch. "And so tight." He grinned feeling her hips begin to gyrate as she tried to force more and more of him inside her.

First it was the one finger then it was a second, and finally he inserted a third finger. An orgasm rocked her body, her juices gushing all over his hand, as she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her screams. She lay against him panting, as he slipped his fingers out of his warm cunt, and brought it to his mouth.

His fingers were covered in her warmth, glistening in the candlelight, as he brought it up to his mouth. "Delicious." He said savoring her sweet nectar. Her alabaster skin flushed red in embarrassment, as he gently moved her to the side. Moving around the tent he gathered the few pillows that were around and arranged them on the floor. "Lie down Ellen, I want a taste straight from the source." She moved down spreading herself on their makeshift bed, one arm draped across her breasts in an attempt to hide them, as her other cupped her sex.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He chided moving her arm away from her breasts. "I love you for who you are, Ellen." He started at her neck and made his way down leaving a trail of love bites down to her breasts. He didn't go straight for her pert nipples instead licking around, his rough tongue overloading her brain so that all she could do was hold on and moan. His tongue circled closer and closer to the erect nub, Ellen's panting growing faster and faster, her moaning filled with need. Choosing to end her torment he took the closest nipped into his mouth lightly biting it as his tongue flitted across the erect nub, his free hand rolling her other nipple. She shuddered under his tender mercies another orgasm ripping through her body, as he showed his love for her. Shifting over he took care of her other breast, before moving down to kiss her smooth and toned stomach. Finally he came to the main course, her smooth cunt. His hot breath sent spasms throughout her body as they hit her clit, and his fingers wormed their way deeper and deeper into her narrow passage.

"Oh...GODS!" Ellen screamed her body losing all strength, as she lay there panting. Going back to her sensitive clit he placed a thumb on either side and wiggled the vulnerable nub back and forth, enjoying the hissing sound she made as she sucked in air. Her breathing grew short and ragged as he retracted his fingers, curving them upwards so that they rubbed the rough patch that was her g-spot.

His face approached her womanhood as he moved his hand away form her sensitive clit, only for her relief to be short lived. His mouth quickly assaulted her button, lightly flicking it with the tip of his tongue, as his fingers continued to stroke her inner walls.

"Right there." Ellen panted. "Don't stop." Her hips were gyrating as she guided his fingers to the places where she would get the most pleasure. He bit down on her clit, every muscle in her body clenching in pain and pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream, as the hardest orgasm yet ravaged her body. When she was finished she fell against the pillow groaning, her mind in a haze from the aftereffects of Tigre's ministrations.

Moving upwards Tigre gently kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers, imparting the taste of her own juices. "I taste good." She giggled.

"Not just good, divine." He responded nuzzling her neck. Entwining her legs behind him she rolled them over until she was on top, her full breasts drawing attention as beads of sweat glistened off them.

"I think it's only fair that I return the favor." She whispered sensually into his ear, as she made her way down his body laying kisses on his skin. She moved without any hesitation, just like in battle. When she got to his rod she placed a small kiss on the head, her tongue darting out to circle around the spongy surface.

"Sensitive aren't you?" She giggled at his reaction as she continued to lick around the head before moving lower, her tongue scratching across the underside of his dick. When she reached his balls she stopped, having to hold his legs down as her hot breath hit the sensitive orbs.

"Ellen." He said through gritted teeth. To her it might as well have been a whimper, as she she had to smother the urge to tease him.

"Shhh." She whispered flicking her tongue across the skin ever so lightly. He jerked at the brief feeling, before she did it again. "This is for all the teasing and groping you've done."

His jaw clenched as he refused to give in to her actions, refusing to make a sound. However in the end she was the one to win, as her lightly touches evolved into kisses laid upon his skin and finally she took one of his balls into her mouth and played with it. Gently sucking, her tongue circling around before it came out with a pop and then she took his other ball and repeated the action. His hands were balled into fists, nails digging into his skin as pleasure and feelings he had never known shot through his body.

She saw it all and laughed, "it's so fun tease you. But eventually the fun needs to end." With that said she kissed each ball, gave a finally lick to the underside of his dick before engulfing the whole thing in one fell swoop.

If he weren't lying on his back, jaw dropping would've been the expression to describe his current state. In this case his jaw would've hit the floor as Ellen continued to deepthroat him, the hot tightness doing wonders for him. He could see her eyes peering up at him, watching his every action, gauging his reactions. He didn't think it could get any better, and then she began to hum. A simple melody one that he must've heard a thousands times, drove him to the heights of pleasure, as he tongue continually ran alongside his dick. "Ahhhh…" It took all his willpower, greater than even the time he first fought a dragon, to not blow his load down her throat. After about a minute she pulled up, his dick leaving her mouth with a small pop, a thin thread of saliva connecting them for a moment before she went back and licked it clean.

Her skin flushed, a lewd and dazed expression pasted on her face, as she stared as his dick continually twitched. Her breasts heaving up and down as she caught her breath. "Ellen?" He asked, a slight hint of fear shooting through him as she met his gaze and he saw something primal within her. She dove back onto his cock, taking it halfway as he began bobbing up and down. He let loose a vicious swear as his nails broke skin, her tongue was so soft and her mouth so hot, and he knew that if he relaxed for a moment it would've all been over! One hand clenched tightly in a fist, his other loosened as he ran it through her silky argent hair, slowing her pace. As he got used to her pacing he slowly began to thrust, ravishing her mouth with each movement. He began to move faster and faster, invading her mouth deeper and deeper with each thrust, until he was back into her throat. She took it all in stride, never pulling back, forcing herself on him, as her hands fondled his balls.

The moment had come, the pressure had been building since he first tasted her divine juices. "Ellen!" He moaned, ready to spray himself into her. "I'm gonna cum!"

Rather than force herself off, she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth. "Mmmmmpppphhhhh." She let out a sharp yet muffled cry as his load exploded into her mouth. She didn't gulp it down, instead allowing it to pool in her mouth as she gently rocked her head back and forth, coaxing all the cum she could out of him. After what seemed like an eternity, his sense of time scrambled by the pleasure he felt, she let his dick loose careful not to spill a single drop, and crawled off him, enough so that he was able to sit up.

Coyly smiling at him, she opened her mouth, revealing his milky seed. Tilting her head back she gurgled it before swallowing. When she turned back to him she was licking her lips. "Sweet and salty." She said, before crawling to lay at his side. "Tigre." She said huskily, before she grabbed the sides of his face and once again locked lips with him in a intense kiss. "I'm ready."

"Are you sure." He asked

"Make me yours." She said, nodding in confirmation. He could feel himself getting stiff once more, as he laid on his back. She straddled him, his tip making contact with her delicate flower, poised to drill into her virginal hole. She whimpered softly in pain as she slowly lowered herself down upon the iron pole. What was painful for her was also agonizing for him, as he yearned to wildly thrust up and sheath himself within her moist folds.

She was biting the edge of her bottom lip, struggling to take everything within her, before she stopped, feeling his tip resting against the final barrier. A small part of her mind was amazed that she still had a hymen considering all the hard riding and strenuous exercises she had done throughout her life. The other part of her mind was happy that she could offer the man she loved proof of her innocence, not that she needed to. "Kiss me." She commanded, and he obliged. In the heat of another passionate kiss she plunged herself down his full length, her lover letting loose a cry of pain as she reflexively bit down on his lip, drawing blood. When she finally let up, he moved his head to nuzzle the side of her neck, laying small kisses on her skin.

They stayed like that for several moments basking in each other's warmth, and then she began to move. It started slowly, a gentle rocking of her hips back and forth as she enjoyed the sensation of fullness she was feeling. As she moved, so did he, his hands cupping her large breasts squeezing them gently before he moved towards her rosy nipples. Pinching both her nipples, she cried out whether from pain or pleasure he didn't know. Bracing her hands against his chest she began to lift her hips up and down, moving slowly leaving just the tip within her. Powerful muscles contracting against the crown stimulating it, before she lowered herself once more. Over and over slowly building up to a faster rhythm, until she was crying out in pleasure, his hands wrapped around her waist as he slammed her against him.

"That's it." She moaned, as he speared into her, pulling back until just the tip was left before ramming it back in.

They were both panting as a pleasurable burn shot through them. Her velvety folds gripped him like a vise, as Elen began moaning louder and louder.

"Shhh." Tigre hissed from behind clenched teeth, as he struggled not to blow his load deep into her. "Everyone's going to hear you."

She mashed her lips against his, their tongues wrestling for dominance. Thrust after thrust, each burying him deep into her molten core. One of his hands snaked down and pinched her clit, as she bit down on his tongue.

Her entire body tensed as another orgasm ran through her. "I want you to cum inside me." She whispered sensually into his ear.

Her words made his control slip for just a moment, and that was all that was needed, as he screamed into her mouth and slammed her deeper than before, piercing her womb. A torrent of his seeds spurted deep within her, so large that within seconds it began leaking from her pussy. "Thank you." She said kissing him once more, her hand wiping away a small tear.

She slowly made her way off his cock, his seed dripping down her leg as the plug was removed. He couldn't help but stare at her gaping pussy, as it opened and closed slightly in sync with her hard breathing. "You really filled me up didn't you." She giggled. "Want to go again?"

He couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, before he remembered where they were. "We can't. We've already made too much noise, and it's only a matter of time before the others come here to discuss war plans."

"Next time we'll do it where we can't be disturbed." She promised. "I want to give you everything."

"Next time." He said.

"But until then, one last memory to keep you company on those nights you're cold and alone in bed."

Grinning mischievously she made her way down to his waist and began laying kisses on his cockhead once more. Sticking out her tongue she took long licks from the base to the head making sure to clean it thoroughly of their juices. "I taste delicious." She smirked, before taking him into her throat. Her nose brushed against his pelvis, and for the final time that night he let loose a torrent of cum down her throat, feeling her greedily swallowing it.

Removing his flaccid cock she made her way back up and cuddled against him. "Let me stay like this for a few minutes." He turned, and wrapped her in his arms. "I love you Elen."

"And I love you Tigre."