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27. Master of Elves

Master of Elves - Book One

NonSequiter

Summary:

Jorgen the barbarian has decided to enjoy his afterlife, even though he didn't actually die. It's a spiritual rebirth. He travels to the heart of the empire and has encounters, eventually finding the elves, who have a major issues with masculinity and of course are a little crazy for human cock. These aren't mindless caricatures, however. Some are really strong characters.

In a way the elves' situation is a microcosm of the western masculinity crisis taken to the extreme: A society where masculinity has been utterly wrecked. It's not copium for men who are having issues with their masculinity, feeling like betas, cucks, etc. It's a face-it-head-on through the eyes of a gentle, but hyper-masculine alpha MC who makes no apologies. He takes what he wants. It's not all cuckolding or netori by any means, but that is part of the masculinity theme, so if that's your kink you'll get it here eventually. Gently. MC is a good guy and treats the elves well, but he does see humiliation as erotic and thinks he can use it to save the elves.

Free has nsfw art and maps.

Book two here.

Chapter 1: A Barbarian Visits the Empire

Summary:

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Chapter Text

Chapter One: A Barbarian Visits the Empire

It was a beautiful day in Areistea, the capital city of the Empire of Areis. The warm sun had just passed its zenith, and a fresh breeze blew in from the sea. The waters of the bay sparkled and a few boats floated on the waves, anchored just off the pier.

The smell of salt and fish hung heavy in the air as Jorgen walked past the dockside warehouses. The sound of the waves against the breakwaters and the docks, the gulls flying overhead, the clink of metal tools, the shouts and whistles of the workers.. comforting sounds Jorgen remembered from his childhood on a different shore.

The streets were wide, heading away from the port, and some had a canal running down the middle, lined with white and grey stones. A helpful local, who found the big barbarian gawking at a canal, told him that they were part of a system of canals, dams, and locks that replaced the natural Sestea river delta. The ancient elves had tamed it and put it to use.

Larger canals were used to transport goods through the city and into the Areisian heartland, while others were used by small boats as transportation within the city, for both goods and people. The large canal Jorgen studied now was mostly traveled by small barges, bringing supplies up and down to the port. Some barges would continue a short ways up the river, or have their supplies transferred to larger river boats that headed inland.

Jorgen looked back down to the docks and The Wanderer, the sailing ship that had brought him here. The old merchant vessel from Spearpoint had been pressed into service during the latest orcish breakout. The one that had killed Jorgen's family four years ago.

The one that had made him, a six-foot-eight northern barbarian, join up as an Areisian soldier, saluting pompous men more than a foot shorter and half his weight.

But, that was over. Now what? Jorgen needed to find an adventure, a quest, anything. There was a dark cloud trailing him. He had to keep moving.

Turning in a half circle to get his bearings, Jorgen headed west, in search of the inn and tavern recommended by the ship's captain: "Elf's Bottom".

It was sunset by the time he found it, in a district where the port's warehouses gave way to workshops, shops and the homes of working folk.

The inn's impressively outrageous sign illustrated a blonde elf of uncertain gender, bending over, ass out, with one hand on his or her naked bottom, looking over his or her shoulder with an exaggerated wink.

Jorgen just smirked, shook his head, and opened the door. He was greeted by a warm rush of air and the smell of cooking, and the sound of people talking and laughing.

His large frame barely fit through the door, and his greatsword clanged against the doorframe as he passed through. Looking up sheepishly, he was grateful that nobody seemed to be paying much attention. Apparently he wasn't the first barbarian giant they had seen, although he probably was the biggest. Nobody knew why the barbarians of the far north grew so large. They were human as far as anyone knew. In any case, Jorgen was big even among his own people.

Elf's Bottom was an old building, two stories high. The front door led into the tavern and eating hall. It was packed. Jorgen saw a dozen or so tables, full of cheerful people drinking ale and eating hearty food - which smelled delicious, he thought.

The establishment was modern and luxurious to the barbarian's sensibilities. It had an open layout and high ceilings that gave it an airy feel, and it was all polished wood and brass fixtures. A long bar stretched across the back of the room, opposite the door, flanked by a pair of swinging doors, leading to a kitchen on one side and probably storage on the other, Jorgen thought.

Behind the bar, a young man was pouring drinks and serving plates of food.

Along the left side were stairs to the rooms above, and the right had a large stone fireplace, with a few comfortable-looking chairs before it. It was currently unlit in the warm early-summer weather. The front wall of the inn held two large tinted glass-paned windows, on either side of the door Jorgen had just entered. The tables near the windows had a nice view of the busy early-evening streets.

Jorgen was impressed with the decor, which was simple yet elegant. The floors were polished hardwood, and the furniture was mostly oak, he thought. The walls were an interesting mix of bare brick and wood paneling. The ceiling was a lattice of exposed beams and support columns.

This was no doubt a popular spot. But what surprised Jorgen was the lack of actual elves. He was hoping to meet one.

"Hello there!" a voice called out, startling him out of his reverie. It was the bartender.

"Are you lost? Do you need a drink?"

"Sure, a drink sounds good." He walked to the bar and set his pack on the floor at his feet, resting the hilt of his old sword against the bar top.

"What'll you have?" the barkeep asked, leaning on the bar, his dark intelligent eyes shining.

Jorgen took a quick measure of the man. Early thirties perhaps. Dark brown hair in a curly mop. Five and a half feet tall at best. He looked somewhat fancy in an embroidered silk shirt, and was wiping out a glass on a clean white half-apron.

"Do you have mead?"

"Oh yes, we have mead. Honey mead, fruit mead, dark mead, spiced mead, even a few aged meads. What's your pleasure?"

"I'll try the dark mead."

"Comin' right up."

A moment later, Jorgen was savoring the cool, sweet liquid and feeling more relaxed than he had been in weeks.

The bartender looked him over, appraisingly. "What brings you here, barbarian?"

"Name's Jorgen."

"Ha! Sorry, Jorgen. It's unusual to see a seven foot monster of a man in the heart of the empire. Trying to burst out of those poor auxiliary leathers no less! I'm not complaining, just curious."

"Not quite seven feet" the barbarian said with a smirk before answering.

"I've never been here before, to Athea. Fighting with the orcs has cooled off for now, and I am traveling to find.. well, I guess I'll know it when I see it. My old life in Valcris is gone. I figured I should see the world. New places, new people - maybe even meet an elf.

"I notice you have those little pointed ears," Jorgen continued, "I've seen a few people now with those. And you're a little guy, but not unlike the Areisians I fought with at Eastwatch. You are human, right?"

The bartender laughed, "Well, yes. Most Areisians are human. Descended from the original elves of Athea. That is, we all are. We call ourselves 'high humans' on account of the elvish blood. Over two thousand years now since we first intermingled, back at the siege of Westhaven."

Nelion touched his ear absently. "I just happen to show it a bit more than most. Didn't anyone teach you this stuff?" the little barkeep asked, eyebrow arched accusingly.

"I guess it never came up while I was a kid up north. And I've been too busy killing and trying not to be killed for the past few years to learn much of anything. Beyond the odd soldiers' tales, anyway."

Jorgen finished off his mead and slid it towards Nelion, prompting a refill.

"I figured I might as well come find out for myself. At least, that's one reason. I'm always on the lookout for a reason," the barbarian added, holding back a sigh.

"Oh, well, I suppose that makes sense," the barkeep said, pushing the pint of mead back to his customer, before he continued, "if you'd like a lesson, a short one's included with your mead. And by the way, name's Nelion. I've owned this inn for fifty years."

"Why?"

"Let's just say your presence indicates an adventure of some sort, and I'm always looking to live vicariously through my interesting patrons."

Jorgen nodded thoughtfully.

"Fair enough. I'll take you up on that lesson. And fifty years? You Areisians never look your age."

"Yep, the elvish blood."

"Must be nice," he grumbled. "Tell me about elves. I've always heard they were here in Athea, but I haven't seen any. Where do they live?"

Nelion nodded in acknowledgement, seeming to approve the question.

"Westhaven. It's a region of Athea, to the south, on the western coast. They are the last of the original pure-blooded elves from before the empire.'

"None of them live in the city? Aren't they part of the empire, too?"

"Well, Westhaven is a protectorate, and the elves are kept apart from the rest of us. We call it the reservation around here."

"Protectorate? Reservation?" Jorgen asked. He was starting to enjoy this. He had forgotten how nice it was just to sit and converse about the world over a cold mead. Which reminded him of his father, threatening to ruin his mood.

He held back another sigh, returning his attention to the bartender's lesson.

"Right, protectorate. They have their own culture, their own laws. The Empire protects them and their land, but they don't have much to do with the rest of us. They are quarantined, except for some special cases, and even then, it's rare."

"Why?"

Nelion frowned thoughtfully and studied the big barbarian. He noticed the man's massive paw that enveloped a pint of mead like it was a child's cup. The barkeep looked down at his own slender hands, shaking his head before answering with a question.

"You seem intelligent for a barbarian."

"I've been told as much. I prefer to think I'm intelligent for a human, personally."

"Jorgen, I apologize. That was not intentional."

"I'm not so thin-skinned, don't worry about it. Forgiven and forgotten."

"Jorgen I think you have big, pardon the pun, things ahead of you."

Jorgen raised an eyebrow.

"No, no I can't see the future. I know personalities, I grasp context. It's just a skill. Has a lot of value, tactical, strategic, and in daily life. It's worth learning."

"Interesting. What do you call it?"

"Te'erein. It's an elven visualization skill. Ancient.

"Who could teach me?"

"Elves, of course!"

"Alright, noted. You were telling me about the quarantine."

"Right, what do you know about the siege?"

"You mean the siege of Westhaven and The Bastion?"

"That's the one. You see, we survived it, us and the elves. It was a miracle really. A hundred years we spent - our ancestors, but we all feel like we were there, in a way - defending ancient elven walls from waves of orcs, five million of them at one point."

Nelion leaned forward again, almost whispering.

"But, if you ask an elf if they truly survived, you might get a different answer. They sometimes call it the downfall."

"The downfall? Why?"

"Imprinting, memories. The elves have been on the decline for the past two millennia. As long-lived as they are, it's hard to believe that the elves could one day become extinct. But that's the path they're on."

"How's that? Imprinting?"

"The siege, it was a terrible, awful thing, but the end of their civilization wasn't the orcs. You see, it's a 'genetic' thing, something in their physiology, and psychology, as they call it. Their numbers have been declining steadily since the siege. And to a large extent, it's our fault."

"Our fault? Humans?"

The bartender nodded and continued "It was the first time elves had close, prolonged contact with human men, and something happened, a shift. Something to do with pheromones and masculinity. It somehow changed the female reproductive cycle, and the males' sex drive."

Jorgen leaned forward, always interested in the subject of sex.

"Go on."

"Well, for one, females stopped having male children. And their mating habits changed. Now, an elf can only easily become 'aroused' by a human male, and they don't conceive when they're not aroused. It's a particular kind of sexual energy, not arousal as you or I know it, but I'm no expert.

The worst part is that they have a 'genetic memory.' The event was so traumatic to the elves that it's permanently modified their very thoughts. They can't escape it.

"What, really? There are no males?"

"That's your takeaway?" Nelion asked, judgmentally. But answered anyway.

"No males, or very few and not prone to thriving. But there are the inorei. They call themselves male, but it's a bit of a fiction, and a pretty hard one for them to keep up. They marry the females and try to have children, and occasionally succeed, but there aren't near enough births."

"Inorei?" Jorgen leaned forward again, the stool creaking dangerously now under his mass.

"Yeah, the androgynes. It's a complicated concept, and one that we haven't quite wrapped our heads around. They are a sub-class of elf. A third sex. They are androgynous, and their sexuality is more fluid."

"Three genders. Huh. But they have male.. parts?"

"Yes. In their case, the male sex organs are functional, but the females are the aggressors, so to speak. In addition, the inorei prefer accommodating other males - especially human males, the stories go."

"They're gay?"

Nelion snickered at that.

"Yes, in a sense. As I understand it they do prefer to be the receiver, if you know what I mean."

He was starting to look a little reluctant, but he soldiered on.

"They can perform sexually as either gender, but they're not masculine, and they'd rather be artists or healers or homemakers than husbands. Even the women are more masculine than inorei, from what I've heard. Still very feminine from our perspective, of course. And beautiful. They all are.

"I'll admit that I have more than a passing interest. I think most of us do, but without an excuse like a clueless barbarian, we don't have much cause to talk about these things in the open.

"Anyway, the inorei were facilitators in these relationships, these trios. Sexually available to either partner and.. um, increasing their arousal and enjoyment."

"Wait, you never mentioned the basics about imprinting. What exactly does it do?"

"Ah. For an imprinted elf, his or her human male is an.. engram, as they call it. It's burned into their psyche, just like genetic memories. It can even spread like genetic memories do, or so I'm told that's one theory. I don't understand half of that."

"But what does it do?

"The elf will think of the human male constantly. They'll orient their lives around him. For good or ill. I don't think it's quite as terrible as it sounds for the individuals. As long as they see each other fairly regularly, there's no harm done, or so I'm told. Both parties greatly enjoy the encounters. Or so I'm told. The problem is what it's done to elves as a whole.

"They enjoy it so much that sometimes an elf will throw away their life to experience it."

"Ok, I believe I understand, as much as that's possible. It's fundamentally a crisis of masculinity. Or rather, the complete excision of masculinity from their race, entirely. Plus magic. And it's tragic. That about sum it up?

"Fundamentally? Excision?"

"We had a big library.. So you have seen them?"

"Pure-bloods? no, no,"

He was lying, Jorgen thought.

"But two streets over you'll find a brothel called Lavender. The madam there only hires ladies - and men, such as they are - that have dominant elven features. Near as you can get to an elf in Areistea."

Jorgen finished his second mead, and looked around the inn. In addition to the folks finishing their meals, a couple of men played dice, and a woman in auxiliary armor much like his own nursed an ale in the corner.

She looked like a northerner, but not a barbarian. The barbarian had seen none of his people since boarding The Wanderer at Spearpoint.

Jorgen was relying on the novelty of this journey to keep him going. She was novel.

"What's her story?" he asked Nelion, nodding his head toward the young woman.

"That's Astra. She's a northerner, as you probably surmised. They've got her working as a guard at the docks. It's good work I hear."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Jorgen spent another hour and a few more coins at the bar. Eventually he called Nelion over and asked about dinner and a room.

"Two silvers for room, dinner, breakfast and a bath. I've got a room with a large bed and a bath that should be big enough for you."

"Why do you have a bath that big?"

"It's a couple's room, romantic. Dinner and a night at the inn is popular on Aleisa's holy day."

"Aleisa?"

"She's an elven goddess who we like around here. Most of the gods we worship are from their pantheon. Aleisa is associated with romantic love and sex, among other things. She's very popular, especially among the young folk."

"There is a goddess of sex for my people, too, Freia. We called her the Lady, or the Golden Goddess. I wonder if she's the same?"

"Probably not originally, but here in Areis, Freia and Aleisa are sister goddesses. They'll even share a temple, in some of the smaller villages."

"Hmm." Jorgen considered this as the bartender poured a shot of brandy.

"To Freia and Aleisa!"

The big barbarian and the little barkeep clinked glasses and knocked the shots back.

"Well, I can't turn down a hot bath. It's been weeks since I bathed in something other than a cold stream, a cold pond, a cold waterfall, or a cold ocean. Can I get dinner in my room as well?"

"Certainly. It's the same price either way. You've had two meads and a shot, so it's for the best that you get some food in you."

"You know, Nelion, I've had a good time talking to you. It's been a while since I've had a chance to chat about interesting subjects over a drink or three. Thanks."

"Sure thing Jorgen. Here's the key, second floor on the east wall, room seven. Moon's rising soon, you'll get a nice view of it out over the port and out to the ocean. Enjoy it over dinner."

Jorgen gathered his sword and his pack, and headed for the stairs. As the big barbarian walked past the soldier, Astra he recalled, she kicked out a long athletic leg, blocking his path. Peering up at him from over her ale, she grinned mischievously.

"Hold up big man. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't at least get your name. I heard Nelion mention mine; I'm guessing he told you I was from the north?"

Jorgen nodded, eyes twinkling.

Astra leaned back and examined him more closely. "I'm going to just be blunt. We're adults here, right?"

The big barbarian nodded again, scanning Astra's toned figure.

"I've missed the north, the men especially. Although, I don't remember any being quite as impressive as you."

"You haven't really seen me yet."

"Yeah well that's kind of my point. Let me finish. The men here.. Ugh I'm just going to be honest here. They're so little. They manage to be skinny and soft at the same time, no strength. And their cocks. Can't even call them that. Here, show me your hand."

He did.

"She peeled his index finger up and wrapped her hand around it, giving it a squeeze and capturing his gaze.

"This is the biggest cock I've held since I joined up three years ago."

Jorgen was all ears. And eyes.

"My finger?"

"Your big, beautiful finger, on this massive paw you call a hand,'" she said, now caressing his calloused digits with both of her hands.

He couldn't hold back his grin now. Astra was svelte and attractive, and seemed like the sort of soldier who liked to be treated like one of the guys. A cute tomboy with a spear and a bow. No complaints.

"Name's Jorgen."

"A pleasure. I'm Astra." She took a deep breath and let it out before capturing his gaze. "Will you please fuck me tonight, Jorgen?"

The big barbarian was ecstatic. It had been a while, and he was loving Astra's straightforward approach.

His eyes wandered over her body. It was wrapped in the light form-fitting leather armor of the auxiliary scouts. Everything about her was long and toned. Her modest hips and bust were feminine, but lithe and graceful. Her brown hair in a messy pixie cut, sparkling hazel eyes, and soft freckles dusting her tanned nose and cheeks - she was growing on him. He noticed himself growing too.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Nelion," Jorgen called. The barkeep looked up. "Dinner for two please?"

"Sure, 30 minutes - you still want it in your room, I take it?" he asked, with a knowing smirk.

Astra laughed and Jorgen just nodded and waved, heading towards the stairs again.

"Come on, you can help me bathe."

"Yes sir," she said, rising from her seat and moving to follow.

"Good girl," he said, wondering where that came from.

"I think I like it when you call me that, sir," Astra whispered, leaning in closer.

"Is that right?"

"Mmm. Yes I do. I'm sure it would do nothing for me coming from these little local boys, " she said, gesturing over her shoulder at the bar, "But you, gods look at you, just standing before you is making me feel small and insignificant. Please, please call me a good girl anytime you'd like. Sir."

That was possibly the hottest thing Jorgen had ever heard.

"Come show me what a good girl you are."

Chapter 2: Astra and a Goddess, and a Huge Cock

Summary:

Jorgen gently dominates a sweet young tomboy soldier. She's tall and svelte and has a great time with our barbarian. He also meets a goddess, because of course.

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Chapter Two: Astra and a Goddess, and a Huge Cock

A pair of teenage girls, carrying two buckets each, were leaving room seven when they reached the landing. They looked at Jorgen, Astra attached to his arm, and both faces turned bright red. The older one gathered herself and spoke before he could question them.

"Your bath is ready sir, but be careful, it's very hot" she said with a straight face, as her younger companion giggled.

"And we left towels, and some oils," the younger one chimed in.

"Thank you," Jorgen said, tossing each a silver. He could see steam coming from the open door and suddenly that bath was sounding very, very good.

"Have a good night, girls," Astra added, waving them off with a smirk.

"You too," they chimed together, before dashing off down the stairs.

Astra looked at him, eyebrow raised. "You must be very popular wherever you come from, to get service like that."

Jorgen ushered her inside and closed the door.

"Strip."

"Yes sir," she responded, turning to face him.

Jorgen sat down on the corner of the big bed to watch. It creaked ominously.

Astra expertly dropped the hardened leather bits of her armor, and then stripped her undershirt over her head.

Her breasts were small, pert, and her nipples were hard.

She peeled the tight trousers from her long, gorgeous legs. She had to hop once to avoid falling, but she was graceful and strong, and recovered quickly. Finally the young soldier stood before the massive blonde barbarian, almost at attention.

"Those too," he said, gesturing towards her white undershorts.

Astra turned around without hesitation and bent down at the waist. She was flexible. She gave him a long look at her pussy as she pushed them slowly down her legs. Her mound was trimmed and her lips were pink, inner labia just peeking out. Her hood was prominent. He could see it through her thigh gap.

Kicking her undershorts aside, the lovely soldier turned back to face the big man, not quite standing at attention. She looked excited, and really happy, Jorgen decided. Her dark eyes sparkled.

Outwardly she was a tough, independent soldier. But she really enjoyed this submission, and it was natural to her. He thought it maybe felt like the safety and security of her childhood, before the orcs. Maybe her father had been strict, he guessed.

Or she just liked strength. Or following orders was comfortable to a soldier. But he thought it was about her family and her childhood. It didn't matter though, Jorgen was happy to meet her needs.

So, the barbarian stood. He towered over the naked young woman, but Astra looked up at him fearlessly, she looked aroused and determined. Jorgen nodded, with a small smile, then walked over to the bath. It was about three feet long, and deep enough for him to sit in, at least.

The big man turned back to the lovely, submissive soldier, and spoke in a soft, deep voice that was a loving father and a stern commander and a great big barbarian all at the same time.

Astra felt things deep inside that were new to her. Primal things. Her pussy clenched. She felt her womb come alive as arousal dripped down her thigh.

"Undress me."

"Y-yes sir."

The beautiful, brave scout stalked towards the big man, stopping inches away. Her eyes were level with his huge upper chest, almost to his collar. Astra was taller than Jorgen had thought. She looked up into his eyes, as her hands found the clasps to his armor.

Jorgen smelled her arousal.

The barbarian's boiled leather breastplate fell to the floor, and she unlaced his lightweight linen shirt before slowly dragging it up and over his head. He had to bend down to assist, relenting after she tried to climb his torso.

The fabric stretched and she grunted and groaned, but eventually his golden mane re-emerged and he stood in all his bare chested glory.

Astra took a few moments to appreciate the view; his muscular arms, broad shoulders and powerful torso in perfect oversized harmony. He was built like a statue. She had seen her share of strong men, growing up in the north, but this man towered over any man she could remember.

She could feel the heat radiating from his sculpted pecs. She felt dazed as she caressed his massive figure. His chest had light golden hair up the center, so soft that it felt like fur. That fascinated her. The smells of dried sweat, sea spray, leather, and his subtle underlying musk were conspiring to overwhelm her.

Jorgen looked down to admire Astra's elegant, leanly-muscled shoulders. He followed the lines of her shoulder blades down through her long, toned back, finally settling on her perfectly rounded backside. Her muscle tone reminded him of his old friend Sarisa, who wanted to be a Valkyrie and trained with the old warriors every summer. He had planned to ask her to marry him. That was before he met Ania.

He was lost in the memory of Sarisa, and of Ania, but was brought back to the present by the sudden sensation of his undershorts dropping to his feet. Astra was on her knees, gaze locked on his midsection. After a few seconds she managed to take a deep breath and looked up at the very, very big man, a wicked smile forming. Then she noticed that he seemed a little distracted.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Yes, just memories of an old life. Good things. You've got me in a good place. Don't let me stop you."

"Yes, sir," she said with a adorable pout, which morphed into a sultry grin as she noticed a pulse of excitement lifting his enormous still-soft cock, which was just starting to grow.

She grasped his heavy shaft with both hands, and pulled the tip to her lips. She gave the head a wet kiss, then sucked on it gently, looking up at him, waiting.

Jorgen felt a shiver pass through his body, and his cock hardened under her lips. The adorable cock-worshipping soldier let out a small, happy moan, and sucked more of his head into her mouth.

Astra had a pretty large mouth, Jorgen saw when she stretched it, and could fit his girth, but it was straining her jaw already. She drew in an inch, and then two of his hardening shaft. Very few women could do what she was doing.

As he grew larger and harder, he began to stretch her mouth. She pulled back and held up a hand, taking a deep breath before asking, "can I do something? I have to know."

"What?"

She just crawled over to her small pack and fished around, wagging her perfect little backside at him.

"Found it!"

"A measuring tape?" he asked, incredulously.

"Yep," she said with a twinkle and a lopsided grin, "it's a scout thing. And how else am I going to confidently brag about you, withholding no details?"

"Well, go ahead," he said, laughing. Honestly curious.

Astra scurried over to him, unrolled the tape, and first wrapped it around his now rock-hard girth. It was pretty uniform, so she measured the middle. She did look at the head for a moment. Those ridges would probably add an inch, she thought. But the shaft was easier to measure.

"Wow," she said.

"That bad, huh?"

"No, it's almost eight fucking inches around."

"Is that good?"

"Not for a woman's mouth, at least, unless they've been swallowing cock their whole lives," she laughed.

"What about my length?"

"Well, we're not finished yet."

Astra pinned the tape to the base of his shaft with her left hand. Then she took it in her right had and drew slowly up his length, a fingernail tracing his skin.

Until she reached Jorgen's massive, flared ridge. When Astra's nail pushed into its firm, textured flesh, his cock leapt mightily. The sexy scout gasped in surprise as she lost control of him. Then she looked up to the big barbarian, towering over her, with a beautiful grin.

The diligent soldier started over, careful not to poke the beast, drawing the tape up until it reached the very tip of Jorgen's cock, where a drop of precum had appeared.

"Eleven inches," she announced almost proudly, looking up at him with a gleam in her eye.

"Now, can I put you back in my mouth and make you cum down my throat, sir?"

"That depends, are you a good girl? You'd better be careful not to bite."

"I know I can't swallow it all, but I have some skills," she winked as she said this, and dropped her head down onto his thick cock.

Jorgen gasped as her warm, wet mouth returned.

"Gods, you weren't lying," he groaned.

"I wouldn't lie to you, sir," she murmured as she pulled back, before descending once more.

Jorgen felt Astra relax her throat, and push her head towards him with all her wiry strength, as far as she could. Her throat muscles gripped him tightly, and he felt his cockhead squeeze into a tiny, very tight place. She gagged, but kept going. Jorgen looked down, and was amazed to see that she had taken over a third of his massive cock in her mouth.

"Oh, Gods," he breathed, feeling her swallow against his cock. She stayed in that position, her face flushed and her eyes watering, before slowly pulling back off, gasping for air.

"How was that, sir?"

"Amazing," he replied, looking at her in wonder.

Astra resumed her ministrations, using her right hand to pump his shaft, while her left fingernails dug into his golden curls. They trailed down to cup his tight, nicely symmetrical sack, only one of his balls fitting entirely in her not-so-small hands at a time. She rolled it around and focused her attention back on her tongue, massaging the underside of his magnificent cock.

"So hot," she thought.

She needed to be his good girl. She would start by worshiping this cock.

Jorgen groaned, enjoying the sensation. She was right, it had been far too long since he had been with a woman, and her tongue was skilled.

This was the beginning of his new life, right here, right now, the barbarian decided.

"Gods, Astra, I'm getting close."

She just moaned her assent, and began to suck as best she could. Her tongue moved against his underside more urgently, and she bobbed her head up and down, only a couple of inches. A soft glucking could be heard.

Jorgen knew it wouldn't be long, and decided that if he was going to finish in her mouth, he would at least enjoy it. He began to thrust his hips, pushing into her mouth. He got a little farther into that tight channel.

"That's right soldier, take my big barbarian cock," he growled, suddenly feeling the urge to just take what he wanted. He reached down to grab a fistful of her hair, his other hand grasping her shoulder, holding her steady.

She gagged, eyes bulging and tears running down her cheeks, but made no attempt to pull away. She moaned and whimpered.

"Aleisa's cunt," he cried, feeling his orgasm building. He would wonder later where that came from.

Astra knew he was close, and tried her best to keep up, sucking and pumping him. Her throat felt raw and her jaw ached, but she loved the sensation. She couldn't wait to swallow his seed.

"Gods," he yelled, slamming his cock as deep into her throat as he could. He could feel her swallowing and her muscles tightening around him. He groaned, feeling the pressure in his balls reach the tipping point.

"I'm coming, take it all," the barbarian growled, unleashing a torrent of thick, salty seed straight down her throat. It went where he could not. Not quite. It was a commendable effort by the beautiful young scout.

Astra felt the massive hot load hit her stomach, and she felt the pressure build until Jorgen's seed exploded up through her mouth, and up her nose. She gagged and tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much. She pulled back and coughed, losing some of his seed to the floor.

Cum ran from her nose and her mouth and dripped down her chin. Her pussy was gushing too.

"Sorry," she choked.

"Clean me up, soldier," he commanded, his voice a husky growl. Jorgen was into this dominance thing more than he ever knew.

She immediately obeyed, lapping the mess from his head, to his shaft, to his curls, to his balls. Then Astra sat up, wiped a finger across her face, and cleaned herself as well, while she looked up, adoring and lustful, at the towering, inhumanly gorgeous golden barbarian.

"Good girl," he said with a gentle smile, cupping her adorable face in his huge paw. He locked her gaze, and said it again, stroking her cheek.

"Good girl."

She came. Hard.

Her legs gave out and she collapsed, gasping, wrapping herself around his thigh, chest heaving.

A minute or two passed as the sexy soldier recovered. "You're the first person to ever call me that, you know" She gazed up at him, suddenly a wide-eyed, vulnerable young woman. His cock twitched.

"I've never said it before today, but it seemed right. Are you usually.. submissive?"

"No. Yes. Not really. It's hard to say. Areisian men are gentle, soft. I usually have to take the lead. But, I think I've always wanted someone to take charge. I wasn't all that adventurous in Palla. I was seventeen when I joined the auxiliary. There were a few fond memories with nice northern boys.

Anyway, no, it's never something I've considered. But I think I am a submissive, at least, I know am for you."

The new lovers shared a gentle smile as Jorgen stroked a big thumb along Astra's ear, her neck, and her cheek. He cupped her head as she leaned against his massive hand.

"It appears I like to take charge," he said, finally, drawing away to step into the bath and sit down. The big man reclined so that his big arms rested on either side of the tub.

Then he held out a small washcloth, expectantly. Astra nodded and got up, still wobbly.

"Wash me."

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," he teased.

Astra smiled and picked up the wash bucket. "Lean forward, sir." He complied and she poured the warm water over his head and shoulders, washing the dust from the road out of his golden hair. It felt fantastic.

"Ania, my wife, was tall. Taller than you. Heavier and stronger too. I don't think I felt the size difference so acutely. She was a scrapper, and didn't really have a submissive bone in her body. I guess I just never explored being dominant before today. I haven't really taken time to enjoy a woman like this, since she died.

"It's nice. Thank you, Astra."

"You're welcome, sir."

She poured a small amount of the fragrant soap the girls had left on his head and began to work her fingers through his scalp. Jorgen sighed happily, and she could feel him relaxing as her nimble fingers kneaded his scalp.

"Oh, Gods. That feels amazing," he moaned, leaning further forward so she could reach the base of his neck.

"Glad you're enjoying it," she purred, rubbing her hands down his back. She poured more water over his shoulders, then moved to his chest, working the soap over his powerful pecs.

Jorgen felt his cock stirring again, but enjoyed the sensual massage and allowed his eyes to close.

"Do you mind if I join you, sir?"

"Hmm," he said, his eyes opening lazily. "You'll have to sit on my lap."

"I can work with that," she said, stepping into the tub and straddling him. She felt like a child as his arms wrapped against her, and he kissed her forehead.

"I like that, sir," she whispered.

"What, my kissing you?"

"Mhmm. My father used to kiss my forehead when I was little, and it makes me feel safe."

"Safe is good," he replied.

"I haven't felt very safe lately," she sighed.

"The war?"

"Partly. When the orcs broke out, they killed my brother. It was a.. shock."

"Astra, I'm so sorry to hear that.

"You know, we're not so different. They killed my family, in Valcris. Where are you from?"

"Sorfort. We didn't get any warning."

Jorgen thought back to the day that changed his life.

"We got a little warning, but it wasn't enough. I hid my wife, my son, and my father in the cellar of our old place. I thought it would be safe enough. I joined the warriors and we drove off the first wave. When I got back, I found my father's corpse."

Jorgen was staring into space, and a tear spilled from the corner of one eye.

"Ania and Argen were gone."

Astra was sobbing now as well, head buried in his softly furred chest. The barbarian recovered and stroked her head as he finished, "the rest is too much to talk about on a beautiful evening like this. The moon is rising, look."

They could see out the broad east-facing windows from the tub. Astra spun around and leaned back against Jorgen's chest, feeling safe and surrounded in his arms.

"It is beautiful. Can I stay, tonight?"

"Of course. You've done your job for the day, soldier."

"Thank you, sir. For sharing, and for the bath."

"Stay there."

Jorgen stood and moved his mass with agility to step out of the tub, before kneeling behind Astra. The big man washed her hair like she had his, gentle and lovingly. She cried again, but it felt cathartic.

"Good girl."

Dinner arrived and they shared a naked meal in comfortable silence, red wine softening the sharp edges of their encounter. Afterwards, the barbarian stood and took Astra's hand, leading the lovely little soldier to his large bed.

"Would you mind if I made love to you? We could just sleep, or I could fuck you into the mattress and break the bed if you prefer that.. but, I'd like to take care of you right now. I guess I'm feeling emotional."

"A huge barbarian and a soft touch?"

"Don't tell anyone," he said with a wink.

"Your secret is safe with me," she laughed.

He fluffed up the two large down pillows - he would definitely recommend this inn if he ever had the chance - and positioned her against the wall so that she could watch. He took time to study Astra's long graceful figure, noting a few small scars. One was an arrow wound on her knee. Fortunately it seemed to have ricocheted off of the young scout's kneecap, with a tear leading off to the outside of her long, gorgeous leg.

The scars added character to her otherwise flawless skin.

The big barbarian kneeled between her legs, his knees on the floor at the foot of his bed. His large hands traced their way up her lithe, toned calves, outer thighs and slim boyish hips. He slowly dragged his thick fingers inwards, finally reaching her core with his thumbs.

He smelled her arousal now. Sweet and fresh, with only a tantalizing hint of musk. She was holding her breath as he spread her delicate lips, noticing the tomboyish young woman's large clit as it pushed past its hood, until it was erect and throbbing with her rapid heartbeat. It stood more than half an inch out from her mound. "Like a tiny cock," he thought, which didn't bother him too much as he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked.

"Is it too big?" she asked nervously.

"What, your clit? Not at all," he reassured her, before diving back in and swirling his tongue around it.

Astra's hips bucked and she gasped, then giggled, embarrassed.

"Sorry, no one really touches me there. I assume guys are intimidated by it, or think it's ugly."

"No, it's gorgeous," he said, and then he made her believe him.

He lapped at her folds and worshipped her swollen clit, his big hands massaging her thighs and belly, caressing her small breasts and tracing the line of her collarbones.

Finally he slowly inserted a huge finger, slickened by her copious arousal, and gently massaged her tight, fluttering canal.

"Oh Gods," she cried, and came suddenly, squirting as her muscles clenched. He drank as much as he could capture, and his soft blonde beard soaked up more of her excitement. Jorgen was glistening as he raised his head, feeling proud of himself. Ania had taught him well, it seemed.

"Make love to me, Jorgen" she pleaded, her gaze soft and moist.

He crawled up her body and positioned himself above her, leaning down to capture her trembling bottom lip, and she extended her pink tongue, so she could taste herself. Then the big man's mouth covered hers and his thick tongue slipped through her lovely lips. He pushed deep inside her, his long, thick organ exploring every inch of Astra's mouth. His cock was throbbing with need.

Jorgen pushed himself up and tried to catch his lover's gaze. She was in another world.

"Astra, look at me."

She gazed up, her eyes meeting his.

"Are you protected?"

"Protected? Oh, from pregnancy? Yeah I drink tea to ward off my period, and it will prevent conception."

"Good," he said, reaching down to feel her slick arousal. Ready for him. "I'll go slow. It will probably hurt at first, but it will get better, I promise."

She nodded, trusting him.

He reached down and took hold of his enormous rock-hard shaft, and pressed the head against her tight entrance. He rubbed the sensitive ridge along her slit, spreading her arousal.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir. Any time, all the time."

The big man responded with a grunt that Astra felt deep inside.

He pushed his hips forward and felt his head enter her passage. It was tight, but his thick, flared ridge spread her open anyway, and he pushed on.

Astra cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure.

Jorgen paused, kissing her, and letting her adjust to his size. She felt amazing around him, grasping tightly, her channel fluttering and spasming against his shaft.

"Keep going, sir," she pleaded breathlessly.

"You're doing so good, soldier. You can take me," he said. He reached behind her neck with his left hand, forcing her to look into his eyes.

With his right he cupped her small, shapely left breast, massaging gently and tweaking her nipple once, and again, then circling it before going back the massage. It was perfect, she thought.

He pressed in another few inches and she bit her lip, nodding.

"Halfway there. Good girl."

"You're so big," she cried, overwhelmed.

"Too much?"

"No, I want it," she pleaded, pulling his head down so she could kiss him.

Jorgen thrust forward, bottoming out. He could feel her cervix kissing the head of his cock. Perhaps his favorite sensation in the world. He whispered a quick thanks to Freia.. then, Aleisa, for the joy of a woman's body. It had truly been too long.

"Is it all the way in?" she asked.

He pushed himself up so she could look down at their joining.

"That's it? Is that even halfway in?" He pressed forward, causing her to fall back and groan in pleasure.

"That's your cervix. You might adjust if we do this more often, but for now that's as far as we go. Don't worry, it feels great for me."

"Really?"

She was adorable.

"Really. I can feel the entrance to your womb kissing the head of my cock. You're warm, and so tight. Don't worry about taking all of me. I don't think many women can.

"More importantly, how are you feeling?"

"Stuffed. Stretched. Overwhelmed," she said with a groan, sweating and flushed.

"Well, at least it's not hurting. I think you're adjusting."

"It feels really good."

"I'm going to start moving again. If anything hurts, just say so. I want this to be good for you, beautiful."

Jorgen pulled back slowly before thrusting forward again slowly, inexorably. Astra's body seized as she cried out. She squirted again, thighs quaking.

"Gods," she said. "Keep going, harder."

"Harder?" he asked.

"Please," she pleaded. "Oh goddess I'm coming again! Oh fuck!"

"Good girl."

Her legs locked around his waist as she convulsed, another wave of moisture coated their joining. He slowed and held her, gently, slightly rolling his hips, kissing her forehead as she trembled in his arms, his mass a comforting pressure as she rode her orgasm.

"Ready?" he asked finally.

Silence.

She had passed out.

Jorgen laughed quietly, and carefully disengaged, his massive cock still iron-hard, a drop of precum leaking from his cockhead.

He laid her back on the pillows, and pulled a light sheet over her sweaty, satisfied body.

"Good night, Astra," he said, kissing her cheek. He crawled into the other side of the bed, distracting himself with plans for tomorrow until his erection finally relented and he fell asleep.

Jorgen opened his eyes and didn't recognize his surroundings. A circular platform of white marble, surrounded by green grass as far as he could see. Marble pillars lined the platform, capped by lifelike statues of winged female forms. Valkyries. But with pointed ears.

"Elven Valkyries?"

"Close enough," said a gentle feminine voice. He turned around to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever encountered. Pointed ears, like the statues, but tall, like northern women. Like Ania. She wore white silken robes that were so thin as to be transparent, and nothing underneath.

He looked down at himself. He was nude, and erect. Hardly surprising at this point.

"Freia?"

"I'm called Aleisa here, but yes. Hello again Jorgen." She had a gentle smile, but her bright golden eyes twinkled mischievously, capturing his full attention. "That was quite the show. I think you ruined that poor girl."

He felt himself blushing like a girl. So embarrassing.

"Hello, again?"

"Would you like to be my champion on Athea?," she said, ignoring Jorgen's question.

"I, uh, what?"

"Just say yes. It's an official position that I just got approval for. Good benefits. We'll talk more about what I need from you another time. Your soldier girl is leaving."

Jorgen's jaw had fallen open. He slammed it shut and blinked several times.

"What was that about Astra?"

"Never mind, she's leaving you a note. it looks like she wants to wobble out on her own two feet. What's your answer, barbarian?"

"This woman is a gorgeous, powerful goddess," he thought. "Refusing her would be absurd. And it's not like I have a better plan."

"Alright, sure. fuck it. Yes Aleisa, I'm at your service."

"Good boy."

That did things to his cock.

"Go meet some elves. I've given you a blessing, do try not to ruin any more nice human girls with it."

"Wha-"

The barbarian woke with a still raging erection and a powerful desire to fuck something. It was early, but daylight was brightening the room.

He saw that the sheets on the other side of the bed had been turned down, and the expected note rested on Astra's pillow.

"Jorgen, I had to leave early this morning for training, but thank you so much for last night. -Astra"

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his painfully-erect cock throb.

Chapter 3: A Barbarian's Quest

Summary:

Our hero finds out more about the state of the elves, sees the city, and organizes his journey

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Chapter Three: The Barbarian's Quest

Jorgen made his way downstairs, starving. Nelion called out from his spot behind the bar, waving him over, "good morning barbarian! I hope you had an enjoyable night?"

"I did, thank you. Have you seen Astra? She left me a note, something about training."

"I have, she left an hour ago. She was walking strangely and asked for some willow tea with breakfast. Don't worry now, she had a goofy smile plastered on her face. She was positively glowing. Well done lad."

Trying not to blush again - it was bad enough in front of a goddess - he looked away from the barkeep and mumbled a "thanks," before moving the conversation into less embarrassing territory.

"Astra? Will she be back today?"

"Unfortunately no. Militia training takes the guards across the bay to Harper's point." There's really no room to train on this side of the bay. She'll be gone a week."

"Damn."

"Sorry," the barkeep said sympathetically.

"Ah, no worries. We're not attached or anything. Just friends, I think. I would have liked to see her off, but she must have had her reasons not to wake me."

The barbarian moved to sit at the table nearest the bar. The room was empty of other customers.

Nelion brought over some watered ale and and a basket of bread. "Eggs, ham and fried potatoes be alright?" he asked.

"Sure, thanks."

The barkeep returned quickly and set a huge plate of food on the table.

"I'm guessing by your size that anything less would leave you hungry."

Nodding gratefully, Jorgen dug in. Nelion sat across from him and nursed his own ale.

"What's your plan? I can tell you've got something cooking. I find myself curious."

"Well, I had thought to see the city today.."

"You should, especially the elven buildings the empire has preserved, or in some cases, restored. Their architecture and artisanship is beyond us, even two thousand years later, and truly beautiful."

"But, meeting the elves has moved up my list of things to do. How should I go about that?"

"Well, the fastest route is overland to Elven Pass, then Nathelas. Unfortunately, you won't be allowed to pass."

"Why not?"

"The quarantine, weren't you paying attention?"

"I didn't connect those particular dots at this particular time, is all," said the big man, looking sheepish.

"Hmm. You can't get into Westhaven unless you are an elf, or you get permission from the empress, and the duke."

"The duke?"

"Grand Duke Tiran Asata of Westhaven."

"Ah. That's unlikely. Any other ideas?"

"A boat. Sail around Athea, probably from a port on the west coast, and reach Westhaven by sea. What are you planning to do when you get there?"

"A boat. Hmm. You might call me crazy if I tell you."

"Hit me, I've heard and seen some wild things in my time. I doubt this will phase me."

"Alright. Aleisa asked me to be her champion. She said I need to go see the elves."

The barkeep spit a mouthful of his ale and coughed.

"Sorry. Really?"

"Yeah, in a dream."

"OK. Wow. You're serious. Alright. So, you need a boat. You won't find anyone to take you.

"I suggest joining a caravan to Coldwater, on the west coast of Areis. It's a typical port town with lots of fishermen. It's the nearest significant port to your destination. They use small sail boats for fishing. Can you sail?"

"Yeah if it's anything like the boats we used on lake Valcris. I saw a few here in Areistea harbor and they looked familiar, so if that's typical of Athea I'll do alright."

"Good. The caravans hire guards. I'm sure they'd be happy to take you on."

Jorgen studied the barkeep's deceptively young face, looking for the catch.

"What would I be guarding against?"

"Lions, wolves.."

"Anything else?"

"Well, the route will take you past the Faewyld. You're looking for elves, so that may be a good thing. But they are known to rob the occasional caravan."

The barbarian blinked, trying to process what he was hearing.

"Elves? I thought they were all in Westhaven."

Nelion smiled and sat back, apparently pleased to have a story to tell.

"The Faewyld sits on the northern border of Westhaven. There are some small passes through the mountains that are traversable in small groups, when the weather allows."

"By the way, unless you want your first meeting to be with very hardened elven rangers, I don't recommend that route. They know the land and would happily put an arrow through your skull.

"The tensions along those mountains are high. It's basically a permanent small-scale war between human bandits, feral half-elves, and the elven rangers. With the occasional foray by the Areisian guard."

"Avoid the mountains, got it."

"Right. Anyway, the Faewyld is sparsely populated. A few small human settlements. But there is a population of half elves who choose to pursue the lifestyle of their pure-blooded brethren in Westhaven. The forest there is similar to that on the other side of the mountains, and several villages are predominantly half-elven, or elvish as they sometimes call themselves."

"And you called them 'feral'?"

"Some more than others."

"Half-elves.. I thought all the elven blood was diluted. How are there half elves?"

"The passes. As I mentioned in too much detail last night, the occasional elven woman becomes a little adventurous, and seeks out humans, or half elves, to mate with. 'Half-elf' is shorthand. Some might be three-quarters or even seven-eighths elf.

"The mother, more often than not, leaves her children in the Faewyld to be raised by their father, or by other half-elves. If she is discovered outside Westhaven, she may not be allowed to return. It's a risky proposition. All for sex, or so the stories go.

"Anyway, some of the half-elves raid caravans to supplement their hunting and gathering. The ferals."

"Why wouldn't the mothers be allowed to return?"

"Well, they imprint."

"Ah, of course."

"An imprinted elf may eventually be able to overcome her attachment to a particular human, but will never lose the desire for human men in general. Stronger desire, anyway. All elves have the memories, but experiencing it in the flesh makes those memories immediate, visceral, and irresistible.

"Imprinted elves are seen as impure, and are generally incapable of bonding or procreating with Inorei. It's tragic really. Especially since human men are usually unwilling to settle down with an imprinted elf. If he's caught, the punishment is severe, sometimes fatal. The empire takes the protection of elvenkind seriously."

Jorgen nodded.

"So these elves, or half elves, in the Faewyld, they've had more contact with humans?"

"Yes, it's not a secret that they're there, and the Empire turns a blind eye. They punish humans, not the elvish. Half-elves in the Faewyld exist on the margins, and somewhat outside the law.

"In the Faewyld, which is officially the Faewyld Autonomy, it's only an actual crime for a human - legally anyone less than one-sixteenth elven - to have relations with a pure-blood elf. It's a bit of a loophole. A one-quarter elf is almost as desirable to elven females as a human, and as long as it's in the Faewyld, the empire won't interfere.

"Eventually, if the female Westhaven elves were to stop coming, the population of Faewyld would probably become about the same as the rest of us. Human with elf ancestry."

The barbarian nodded again, absorbing the clear tragedy of the elves' plight.

"So, guard a caravan, dodge half-elves, and get a boat in Coldwater. What next?"

"Head south. You're on your own from there. I can tell you you'll want to pass the mountain range - the Lorei mountains - that ends at the coast. At that point you're in Westhaven territory. Find a place to land I suppose."

"What about elven law inside Westhaven?"

"If you're reported to the Duke in Nathelas, he would notify Areisian agents whose job would be to apprehend you. Or that's the theory. I'm not really sure what the reality is. I don't think the rangers are looking for humans outside of the border areas."

"How do you really know all of this, Nelion?"

"Let's just say I have a little insight into agents of the empire," he said, winking before walking back to the bar.

"I'd best get back to work. Good luck, barbarian."

Jorgen did spend a day walking through Areistea. He decided he would regret it if he didn't. The barbarian was no student of architecture, but the elven construction was beautiful. Organic but orderly, artistic but elegantly practical. That was about the best he could do. He did love the sense of the age - ancient - but it also made him a little sad for what must have been.

The human buildings, especially in the nicer areas of the city, were not bad either. The empire had obviously not wanted to build in ways that compared poorly with the elven architecture. The style was different, more pillars and angles, but still beautiful.

There were parks and fountains and other water features, such as the canals. There were markets and shops, guild buildings, temples, imperial buildings, museums, and playhouses, homes with nice yards, large manors, and apartment buildings. He didn't go to the palace.

The streets and roads were well-built and maintained. Jorgen noticed that there were no drainage channels though the streets, nor any drains into the canals could be seen. He didn't smell shit or piss or rotten garbage at all. The northern barbarian thought that was impressive and wondered if it had to do with the 'sewer' he'd heard about.

He saw lampposts along every street with magical lighting balls atop them. He was familiar with the artifacts, but not on this scale.

People walked, used carriages, took small boats on the canals, or rode horses. He saw fancy carriages with signs that indicated you could catch a ride for a silver. He thought that could get very expensive.

The barbarian's overall impression of Areistea was a lively, active city, but not fast-moving. There was a slow timelessness to the place. He would not hate to live there.

As the sun dropped lower in the sky, Jorgen headed back to the port and asked around for information on caravans heading east. An hour later, he found himself in the warehouse office of a man named Berrin.

"So you're saying you're an auxiliary and you'd like to accompany a caravan to Coldwater?"

"That's right. I'm free to use my sword arm as I see fit, as long as I report in if the empire calls us up again. I'm not expecting that. We beat the orcs back pretty hard."

Berrin studied the barbarian.

He was tall, the biggest man he'd ever seen in fact, and heavily muscled. He had an easy-going confidence that screamed 'danger'. His clothes were good quality, underneath well-used leather armor pieces with an Areisian crest on the chest. The armor looked well-maintained. He carried a heavy greatsword, one that he could clearly wield in one hand as needed.

Berrin decided that it would be foolish to turn this man away.

"Pay is one gold per week. The trip is expected to take two weeks. If you're killed we can get your pay to a next of kin. Deal?"

"Deal. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow at dawn. Be at the northeast gate."

"Understood."

Tomorrow Jorgen would begin his open-ended quest to see the elves. He thought that sounded like a perfect activity for his afterlife.

Chapter 4: Caravan Guard, and a Very Bad Memory

Summary:

Jorgen begins his journey west.

TW: Memory of past rape, and the death of a mother and her child. It is not overly graphic or treated as smut in any way, but it is explicit. There is also a short memory of graphic violence against said rapists and murderers. These memories do not in any way represent the tone of the story going forward, but it's a necessary diversion.

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Chapter Four: Caravan Guard, and a Very Bad Memory

The caravan consisted of three large covered wagons, pulled by oxen. Jorgen and three other guards were expected to walk alongside the caravan, taking turns to ride next to the driver of the first wagon, which was filled with provisions, including barrels of water and beer. The second and third wagons contained goods to be sold. He had no idea what was in them.

Drawing the first shift in the wagon, the big barbarian kept his sword at his feet. He wore his auxiliary armor, which was so lightweight that he barely noticed it.

Jorgen had had enough marching for one lifetime, so it was a treat to just ride and let his mind wander.

He thought about Aleisa and what she had planned for him. Jorgen wasn't a particularly religious man. He offered occasional thanks to the gods, like any northerner, but he wasn't knowledgeable. He knew little about Freia, and even less about Aleisa. Were they truly the same being?

In any case, Aleisa or Aleisa/Freia were apparently at odds with the empress. Maybe. Maybe not. He didn't know anything about the empress either.

The situation with Westhaven was clearly complex. And two thousand years with little change, that was hard for the barbarian to fathom. He got the sense that Aleisa planned to shake things up.

As the afternoon turned to evening and the caravan stopped for the night, Jorgen helped set up camp and sat down for a meal of stew and crusty bread. It was not bad at all. He didn't say much to the other three guards. They appeared to be old friends and he felt like an outsider. That was fine.

Jorgen drew the first watch that night, and as he stared out into rolling plains of eastern Athea, lit by moonlight, his mind turned to his wife and son. Memories that always led him to a dark place.

It still burned at his soul. He'd loved Ania, and he'd been so proud to be her husband. And he'd failed her, in the worst possible way. His fists clenched as he tried not to experience it again. He failed.

He had been bound and gagged, able only to watch as the orc took Ania, her screams and cries as it raped her, again, and again, then passed her on to the next orc, and then the next. It went on for hours. In her lucid moments he tried catch her eyes, to say he loved her, that he was there.

It was a blessing when the beast finally beheaded his wife. What it did to their son was at least quick and painless, and the barbarian was thankful that Ania hadn't lived to see that fucking orc feasting on her little boy.

Jorgen still relished the revenge he'd taken on that piece of shit. Its shock as the berserk barbarian tore through its rape gang like a tornado of steel and red mist. The look in its eyes as it was forced to swallow its own monstrous green cock, severed at the root and shoved through the orc's broken face into its throat. The disgusting beast's legs and arms in a pile beside it, makeshift tourniquets keeping it alive. To suffer for as long as possible.

A grim smile crossed the barbarian's face. A hint of the berserk madness that had gripped him for years, often for days at a time, after his family was destroyed.

That fucking orc had unintentionally turned the tide of war. Jorgen the Berserker had joined the Areisian empire's army and killed almost two thousand orcs with his own hand over the next four years. The squad of berserkers he led had killed three thousand more. Thanks to that evil, rapist, sadistic, child-eating fucking beast, the advance was stalled, and then crushed.

But Jorgen's father was dead - his mother had not survived childbirth - his wife was dead, his child was dead, almost his entire squad was dead, and the war was over, this time.

The barbarian's anger rose again. "How could it ever be over while there is a single fucking orc alive!?"

Jorgen found himself in a familiar marble circle. A profound sense of calm washed over him.

"I've topped off your pool of willpower, Jorgen," a caramel voice spoke into his ear. Soft hands gently gripped his shoulders and he didn't bother turning.

"Uhh. Thanks, Aleisa.. I think? Do you have something to do with my willpower thing? I don't know how I learned to lock things away."

Jorgen remembered waking up outside Eastwatch after the war, and discovering that the madness that had driven his years-long berserk rampage was somehow quelled.

"I was in that field hospital," he continued, "after I woke up, and I had this.. fortress inside of me. Do you know what it is?"

"I just provided a bump, champion. Get some sleep."

The big barbarian came back to awareness slowly. Looking down at a sharp pain, he saw that he'd gripped his sword's hilt so tightly that his fingers were locked around it. Like a corpse. He peeled them off one by one, examining his bruised hand. He thought about what had happened.

The pain and anger on nights like this welled up in waves, feeling fresh and raw once again. It was probably because he'd connected with Astra, let his guard down a little. He refused to regret that.

The big man felt calm now, but the memories were still close to the surface. He hoped tomorrow that they'd have faded to a dull ache.

He managed to push all of this out of his mind most nights, before it got to this point. He'd built a fortress of pure willpower, though he didn't know how. Aleisa had something to do with it?

It didn't matter, he decided. As long as it worked.

This was Jorgen's afterlife. Westhaven was perhaps his Valhalla, or his Elysium. Or not. Jorgen would follow his fate, whatever it was, and take one day at a time.

The brooding barbarian was finally pulled from his thoughts when the second shift came. He'd managed to lock up his fortress, at least.. It allowed him to catch a couple hours of sleep. But, he woke in the pre-dawn feeling guilty about that. Why should he be able to sleep?

The caravan set off with the dawn, heading west into the empire's heartland.

The plains where a mix of green grasses, scrub oaks, and akaesha trees, as Berrin named them. It was all gentle hills that sometimes flattened into a true plain.

Small rocky outcrops often marked a spring or a watering hole. Berrin said that there was a massive underground lake beneath a good portion of Athea's plainlands. Water was forced up through these "kopies." These springs were the headwaters to many of the streams that eventually flowed east and west to the seas.

Early in the journey, those streams had emerged out of the eastern plains, flowing into the Sestea river. The central plains were drier. Berrin said that, as they went further west, they would see streams forming again, this time flowing west.

The big northern man watched the alien landscape roll by. One one particular rise, he felt like he could see all the way to the edge of the world in every direction. The grassy plains interrupted only by small hills and copses of those hardy trees.

The early summer sun was hot, but not scorching. Grazing beasts and stalking predators were a common sight.

The biggest excitement had been when a large male lion, which seemed to have been following the road eastward, approached to investigate, stalking towards them with the graceful confidence of a killer.

It was nearly as big as the oxen. Much larger than the barbarian had imagined when he'd listened to descriptions of lions. It was rare that he faced something larger and heavier than him. Even the largest orcs were roughly equal to Jorgen's height and weight. This lion probably weighed 350 pounds.

Jorgen was tense, ready. The lion, not slowing from its heavy, yet still graceful stride, glanced his way before seeming to dismiss him entirely. It just chuffed and casually passed the caravan by, staying on the road the whole way. The oxen did not appreciate that.

The big man managed to keep himself distracted, for the most part.

Chapter 5: Brat

Summary:

This chapter is a very long encounter that starts with a twinkle, proceeds through a short romance, and ends in long, epic sex. If you want a one-handed chapter, this is it, for now.

I would LOVE feedback. I'm serious. Anything that's awkward or messes up the flow, just tell me. Be terse, whatever. Just take a moment. I'm editing and improving.

I'm considering breaking this up into two chaps. Not sure yet.

Kinks: Brat taming, size difference, daddy kink, breeding, first time

Note: there is a nude of Lillie on my /NonSequiter

Chapter Text

Chapter Five: Brat

Four days later, the caravan stopped at a small town called Warm Springs. Jorgen was surprised to find that it was a mining town. Apparently there were deposits of iron ore under the rolling plains.

It was also the headwaters of a small stream that flowed west, in the direction they were headed. Berrin said it would grow into the Mistwalk river, and they'd follow it for a few days before veering northwest towards Coldwater.

Warm Springs had a nice Inn and Berrin was kind enough to treat his guards. It was a pleasant change of pace from the rough and dusty road.

Jorgen and the other guards spent the evening in a lively, but not raucous common room. He was enjoying a mug of ale and listening to a lovely young bard's tales of heroes and monsters.

When the bard caught his eye, the big man gave a friendly wink. Maybe a little more than friendly, as she'd raised a questioning eyebrow. Hoping to extinguish the awkwardness, he turned to draining his ale, then calling for another.

She was young, maybe nineteen by his reckoning - but with Areisians it was hard to tell. She had pointed ears, more so than Nelion's. He wondered if she wasn't a half-elf. They had been skirting the edge of the Faewyld for the past three days.

She wasn't quite what Jorgen was expecting. Yet somehow he suspected that the cute little bard was more dangerous than any raid by half-elf bandits. If such a thing even existed. Nelion wouldn't lie, would he?

And she was not just cute. She was beautiful. And the size difference was doing things to the barbarian. She was barely over five-foot in his estimation. He thought that she probably weighed ninety-five pounds maximum. About a third of Jorgen's mass.

It was almost like the huge barbarian and the tiny half-elf were two different species. In a way, Jorgen supposed that's exactly what they were. He was good with that.

Small and delicate, she had cropped brunette hair fading to a truly golden brown at the tips, which seemed to naturally curl upward. Her long bangs were not much shorter than the rest of her hair, but did help frame her sexy little face. They were choppy with long and medium length locks. That choppy style extended to the rest of her hair, so the effect of the lighter color tips was visually striking and attractive to Jorgen. It reminded him of a chocolate and caramel candy he'd discovered in Areistea. Delicious.

She was elfin, Jorgen decided, if nothing else. The beautiful girl's ears, of course, were both cute and elegant, depending on some factor the barbarian hadn't even begun to understand. They were only about an inch longer than human ears, coming to a point that wasn't overly sharp. The backsides gently curved and seemed to attach just a bare eighth-inch behind the line of her jaw. He wanted to use his tongue to trace a gently curved line from her chin, along her jawline, then up the lobe of her lovely ear, right to the point.

Jorgen was getting a little lost in the tiny bard's beautiful face, he realized.

It was pretty, heart-shaped, and dusted in a small splash of freckles across her upper cheeks and the bridge of her adorable button nose, which turned upwards at the very tip. She had big green eyes that were full of life and mischief. She wore a white blouse that was unlaced enough to reveal a hint of modest cleavage, and a loose-fitting leather skirt that was short enough to show off her pale, soft little thighs.

Jorgen wondered what she would look like riding his cock, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, his girth stretching her tight, young pussy. So much for the friendly wink.

Which was why he wasn't surprised when her song ended and she pranced over to his table and invited herself to take a seat. She just smiled at him, laughter in her eyes. Like she could burst into giggles in an instant, quite possibly at his expense. This was a challenge. Everything about this girl indicated that his night was about to get interesting.

He noticed that the guards and other patrons were politely pretending to ignore the scene. The big barbarian decided he had no choice but to go on the offensive. This little brat was dangerous.

Jorgen called for two ales, then looked over at the playful bard, eyes roaming as he spoke.

"You look like an elf. Or at least more elven than I've met so far. It's very attractive," he opened.

"And you look like no human I've ever seen. You're so fucking huge. And blonde. And huge. Where are you from?"

He chuckled at her language. This was going to be fun.

"I'm Jorgen, of the Northern Tribes. You wouldn't know the name of my tribe, but most people in the empire just call us barbarians. You?"

"Lillie. Pleased to meet you." she introduced herself like a dignified young lady. He wasn't fooled. "I'm a half-elf, actually. My mother was a a full-blooded elf and my father is a human."

That matched Nelion's explanation. Interesting.

"Was? Your mother was from Westhaven? I'm told that's frowned upon."

She took an long impressive pull from her oversized ale. Rather it was normal size and her tiny hands made it look huge. The barbarian wondered how those delicate elven fingers would look wrapped around something even bigger. She finished chugging her ale and belched, interrupting his fantasy. For now.

"Hmm? Oh right, Westhaven. The whole quarantine thing. Why are we talking about elves right now? Compliment me some more."

She was pouting now. It was absolutely fucking adorable, and he kind of wanted to strangle her. The big barbarian leaned back and crossed his arms, flexing his biceps.

"You're a lovely, talented young lady, Lillie. You're also a brat. Lucky for you, I don't mind that," Jorgen provided, with a stern fatherly expression -betrayed only by the twinkle in his otherwise intense blue eyes.

She froze up for a second. That was a blush. Perfect

"I suppose I can humor you for the moment. My mother returned to Westhaven after I was born. I don't know where she is now. All I really know is that she was a full-blooded wood elf named Laela. My father wouldn't tell me much else about her."

"I see."

Her soft, seductive lips curved into a wry smile.

"What do you see?"

"That your mother was beautiful, and that your father was a lucky man, though not a very good one."

The ale had apparently loosened his tongue. He was being pretty direct at this point. It didn't seem to bother her, so he raised a hand for another ale, and getting a nod from Lillie, another one for her as well.

"I'm sure she was, she was an elf. They're all gorgeous. What do you mean about my father?"

"He must have known the effect of imprinting, yet he still took her to his bed. Do you think it was worth it, for either of them?

"What do you know of imprinting?"

Her mood was changing, but the fiery little bard didn't seem like she was about to disengage. In fact he saw a hint of passion in her eyes now.

"Not as much as I'd like. I have a feeling that it's important to learn as much as I can though."

"It's a curse, is what it is."

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse. It's the reason They're a dying race. Their females imprint on the first human male they fuck."

"Is it permanent?"

"Over time it fades, or so I'm told. Or rather, the imprint on that particular man fades. The desire for human cock does not."

"You're told. But you haven't experienced it?"

She grinned at that, eyes sparkling, all dimples and freckles and sex on a stick.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She relented and continued, "first, it's not as severe for half elves, if it happens at all, which is rare, and second, I'm a virgin."

Jorgen's breath caught as she continued.

"I've had the desire. Just being near human men affects us. But it's probably as much teenage hormones as imprinting."

"How old are you?" "Aleisa, let her be old enough," he prayed. He was going to be doing that now, apparently.

"Twenty-one. You?"

"Twenty-four," he breathed, relieved. "You look eighteen at most, but I'm learning that ages on Athea can be deceptive."

She brightened at that, taking it for a compliment.

"It's true. So I take it your people never had any contact with elves?"

"Palla never had any, as far as I know."

"Palla is where you're from? That north? I'm obviously not big on geology."

"Geography."

She glared at me and her sharp little foot connected with his shin. It actually hurt a little.

"Whatever." Pouting again. "Pallas, fine. Why are you in Athea?"

"I'm not sure, or at least I wasn't. I just had to keep moving, I guess, after the war. I'm trying to let fate and goddesses guide me. Seems like an interesting thing to do. All the better if I can help people along the way, I think."

"What war? And you didn't leave a lover or a family behind, did you? It seems strange that you would leave your home continent just to see what's out here."

"No, no lovers or family. Mother long gone, father, wife and son were killed, and I'm not quite sure why I ended up here. But it seems I've picked up a quest, of sorts.

"As for the war, orcs broke out from the empire's containment near Highrock. They pushed deep into the north. My home."

The young half-elf's eyes widened and her face paled. Did she not know about the orcs, he wondered.

"Orcs? I thought they were all gone. They're still out there? They almost killed us all. Raped us, took us as slaves, ate our children. How are they still alive?"

She looked very small all of a sudden. Smaller. He wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. Instead he answered her question as best he could.

"Hey it's alright. They're very far away. So far you haven't even heard of it.

"Yes, they're still out there - like I said, very, very far away. They have been contained to a peninsula in southern Palla. Locked in a stalemate with the empire for two thousand years."

"Why haven't we killed them all?"

"They've tried. That landscape is a nightmare, and the orcs are able to go to ground, practically disappearing into their holes. They breed like rats in their burrows, then surge out when they've eaten everything underground. Mostly that means their own weak, old, and young.

"So, we put down the surge and the cycle repeats. Containment is the only thing that works. They manage to break out every decade or two. not usually as bad as this last time. We lost a lot."

Lillie still looked pale, and seemed to be having a hard time processing. Jorgen left her to her thoughts, and drained his ale, calling for two more.

She finally looked up at him with tears in the corners of her soulful green eyes.

Returning her gaze with a gentle expression of his own, the big barbarian noticed that her eyes were wide-set, almond shaped, and angled so that the outer corners flared up into curved points. He didn't think they looked particularly cat like, yet at the same time 'feline' was the overall impression. Feline, a little alien, and absolutely beautiful.

And now crying. She spoke up before he could move to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry about your family. I was shocked to hear about the orcs and I missed the most important thing you told me. I'm sorry Jorgen," she said, reaching out to touch his massive hand with her tiny one.

The little elfin girl looked down at their joining, noticing the difference herself. Her eyes widened comically and the huge barbarian broke out into a deep belly laugh that the little half-elf could feel in her bones.

She pouted and squeezed again.

"I'm being serious here!"

"Sorry, sorry." Jorgen gave an encouraging smile and flipped his hand to clasp her tiny hand in his. It disappeared, enveloped by his massive paw. She blushed, but managed to gather her thoughts.

"I can't imagine the pain of losing a wife and child, or how hard it would be to fight a war against the orcs. The fact that you did and survived shows you're a strong man. A good man."

He was surprised at the sweet, earnest compliment. She could be really charming when she tried.

"Thank you, Lillie."

"Can you tell me about your family? How did you meet your wife?"

"Honestly, I was hoping to change the subject. I had a rough night recently. Sometimes I experience it all over again, and, well. The reason I'm traveling, the alternative is..

"I just have to keep moving."

Lillie thought that big man's laughter a few moments ago felt like a distant memory. The pain she saw in his deep blue eyes was breaking her heart.

"Alright, yes, let's talk about something else," she said, squeezing his huge thumb. "You're a caravan guard?"

He smiled gratefully and took another swig.

"Just for this trip. I have business in Coldwater."

"Business?"

"Secret business. Probably. Seems best not to advertise my plans, anyway."

"Well, if you need help, I'm always on the lookout for opportunities."

"Opportunities?

"For coin, or excitement."

"Oh? And what skills do you bring to the table?"

"Well, I sing and play. And I can do a little magic."

"Magic? I've never actually seen any, other than healing. What can you do?"

She grinned. The mischievous young bard was back.

"Well," she said, eyes dancing, "female elves don't often have powerful magic.. My mother *might* have been an exception. Because *I* can do a few cantrips,"

Which of course she demonstrated.. by setting the table on fire.

The big barbarian slammed his massive hand down on the flame. The table shuddered, but held.

Lillie, the adorable, bratty little half-elf, just grinned. Her eyes were like living things, tiny spirits sparkling with delight, and mischief, and promise. This was a challenge, Jorgen knew. He wasn't quite sure how he should respond. They were interrupted before he could figure out his next move.

"Hey!" the bartender hollered, rushing over to their table. He was glaring daggers at the young bard, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing. She showed no signs of remorse whatsoever.

The barkeep ran his fingers over the table top, which, to be fair, was only slightly scorched. He finally breathed what could only be described as a long-suffering sigh.

"Lillie, you're a good bard, but I told you last night that it was your final warning. I don't want to see you until next week. You've lost your three silvers for the night. Be gone, go be feral elsewhere."

"Feral?!?"

That got her attention. If she had claws they would be out. Jorgen was barely holding back his laughter at this point. He also couldn't help but wonder what she'd done last night.

He cut in before this could devolve into- "What does a fight between an overweight human barkeep and a tiny feral half-elf bard look like?" he wondered, for just a brief moment.

The big man dropped ten silver on the table, getting everyone's undivided attention.

"Barkeep, I'd like her to stay as my guest. I'll keep her out of trouble."

The cute little brat, looking a little flustered all of a sudden, turned slowly to look at the big man.

"Stay? what do you mean?"

The bartender just shook his head, collected the coins, and walked away, muttering "do what you want."

Jorgen reached for his ale, then turned back to Lillie. He let her stew while he nursed his drink, never looking away. He was enjoying her discomfort too much to answer right away. She was frozen like a rabbit in torchlight.

Finally he relented.

"Where do you live?"

"Umm, my aunt has a wagon, we move from town to town, trading odds and ends, and other things. I work as a bard for some extra coin. She's camped a little meadow west of town."

"Alright, don't let me keep you here if you don't want to stay. I was a little worried you didn't have a place to sleep. On the other hand, you're welcome to keep me company tonight."

She visibly relaxed. Her eyes twinkling again, she studied the great big barbarian. The young woman's slow appreciation was thorough, and he posed a bit for her. Eventually she found his eyes again.

"There's a pond, and it's a full moon on a lovely summer night. I think we should go for a swim."

"You want to skinny dip with a barbarian who is not only twice your size but also a complete stranger? That sounds a little dangerous."

"More than twice and that's exactly what I want. But don't worry. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."

He decided to let that go.

"The pond is out the west end past the last buildings - there's a stable on the right. Find the path north, right beyond it. Take that until you pass 'round a small kopee, there's a big willow on the other side. Can't miss it.."

Lillie caught the big man's eye and got a small nod.

"Good! I'll see you there!"

With that she scampered away. Jorgen stared after her, trying to wrap his mind around the little half-elf. There's was only one way to find out what she had in mind.

He threw down another silver for the drinks, grabbed his sword and pack, and headed out into the warm summer evening.

Jorgen the barbarian found the willow tree and the small moon-lit pond. It was fed by an almost musical, bubbling flow of spring water that emerged between a pair of mossy boulders. It streamed a few feet down and over some smaller rocks, then poured and dripped gently into the pond. The whole thing was serenely beautiful. He took it in for a moment before turning his attention to the missing half-elf.

"Lillie?" he called out, not too loudly. The big barbarian had a deep voice. He knew it would carry some distance.

Nothing. It was quiet. Too quiet?

Suddenly he felt a sharp pressure in his lower back, near his kidney. He froze. His assailant giggled, sounding far too cute for a bandit.

Jorgen's massive body turned, shockingly fast, and grabbed a dainty wrist, surprising the scoundrel with his speed.

He found an adorable elvish girl wielding a wicked-looking dagger, long and thin, made of a dark metal he couldn't identify.

Jorgen growled for effect. He wasn't really angry. "Are you playing with me brat? Poking the lion?"

She smiled mischievously. Jorgen relaxed his grip, letting her have her fun. She danced back two steps and started tossing her dagger from one hand to the other, making him wince a little.

"It's a good idea to check your surroundings. You're too used to fighting orcs. Elves are crafty, and small enough to hide. Like me."

"Small, and crafty, and bratty." he said, prowling towards her.

Lillie let the big man move into her space, and she kept her sparkling eyes locked on his. Jorgen stopped inches away, and the little half-elf had to crane her slender neck to maintain her gaze. He was sixteen inches taller. He leaned forward to breathe into her pointed ear "what's the game here?"

"G-game?" she stuttered. "I umm, I think I just wanted to see if you're as strong as you look."

"That's all? Are you satisfied?"

She held his gaze, their lips two inches apart. The young half-elf inhaled deeply, taking in his barbarian musk and sweat. It calmed her enough to speak her mind.

"Goddess knows you scare the shit out of me Jorgen. I know I said I wasn't afraid. I didn't want to scare you off. This is terrifying and exhilarating and fucking amazing. You are amazing. What are you going to do to me?"

So adorable. So.. vulnerable.

The gentle barbarian felt a new instinct then. He noticed that the little thing was trembling, her breath shaky, eyes wild. He understood then. She was prey, but she wanted to be caught. To be taken, to be used, to be devoured. And he was.. hungry.

Willing patience, Jorgen decided to play with his food, just a little.

Lillie watched the big man closely, but he didn't say a word. Instead he stepped back and began to strip his armor. First his breastplate, then bracers, boots, belt and pants, and finally his shirt.

Standing transfixed, her bulging eyes roamed over his enormous arms, chest, and abs. She was reaching out to touch him.. but before she could, he dropped his undershorts. There it was, in its full glory, hanging long, thick and heavy. The little half-elf froze, mid-movement.

Jorgen stood there patiently, waiting for her to look up, but her gaze was fixed on his bare midsection. On his massive, soft cock. Her jaw had dropped open and moonlight gleamed in a string of drool. "It's so beautiful," was the only thought in her pretty head.

Then she gasped when it twitched, it was starting to grow under her gaze.

He let the adorable little half-elf study his body for as long as she needed, while his thoughts drifted back to something he'd heard in Elf's Bottom. About the brothel called Lavender. Two patrons discussing a show involving a half-elf and a wine bottle.

"Elves are stretchy," Jorgen mused, repeating what he'd heard.

Lillie had finally started to recover. She looked up into the huge barbarian's beautiful eyes. He was way more than a foot taller than her, the difference even more pronounced as she took in his nude form.

"He's a literal fucking god," she thought to herself. There's no way she would pass up this chance. She would never admit it, but she felt very elven at the moment, drooling over a big, naked beast of a human male.

At least she wasn't imprinting like a slutty elf. Like her mother.

She licked her lips and worked up her courage to begin to unlace her blouse, maintaining eye contact as she went.

Jorgen didn't move or speak, just stood there, watching. His thickening cock, on the other hand, was pointing straight at his prey, and on its way higher.

Her top came off and then her skirt, and finally the wrap that seemed unnecessary to support her small, perky breasts. She stood there in her tiny, lacy underpants, trembling again, but holding his gaze in a silent challenge. She was gorgeous. A wild, fearless, sexy little thing.

"Brave girl," he said, voice now husky with desire.

He stepped forward and encircled her tiny waist in his massive hands, lifting her effortlessly. He pulled her in and she reached to wrap her slender arms around his neck.

But before she could latch on, he thrust outwards, launching the sexy, trembling, naked girl towards the pond. Her flexible body arched as she flew, youthful limbs flailing about. She yelped just before she came down with a splash, disappearing under the surface.

Jorgen grinned and chuckled at the indignant expression as she surfaced, spitting and glaring.

"Not funny!" she squeaked.

"Oh, I don't know, little one, I think it's pretty fucking funny," he said, still grinning like a big cat.

He watched as she swam closer to the shore, her lithe body gliding through the water. The moonlight was bright enough that he could make out her pale, pert little ass, as her slender legs propelled her towards him. She rose from the water, the cool night air hardening her small nipples and raising goosebumps all over her pale, smooth skin.

The little half-elf moved towards the golden-maned barbarian, feeling like a stupid rabbit hopping into the jaws of a lion.

Jorgen's erection had retreated some. The big man had been more amused than aroused for a moment there. His length hung out heavily, its thick head pointing right at Lillie's core as she stopped before him.

She screwed up her courage and reached for it, grabbing it in one, and then both hands. She tentatively tested the weight of it, and squeezed gently. She gasped as he began to harden again.

"Wow," was all she managed to say.

Jorgen's breath was getting heavy. He had been with a few women in his time. None quite like this one.

The half-elf's tiny hands caressed the barbarian's hardening length, as soft as silk. She looked so fragile and innocent, her small breasts and tiny, pink nipples erect and shining with water droplets. She was probably the sexiest little thing he'd ever seen. He was in trouble with this one.

Interrupting her tentative cock worship, he said "Let's take this to the water. I'd like to wash away some of this dust and sweat. Maybe I'll let you do the honors."

"Oh really?" she said indignantly. The brat was back. "And what would the honors entail, sir barbarian?"

He handed the girl his linen shirt, then spoke in a deep voice, that wasn't quite a growl. Lillie felt it deep inside.

"Use this, little one. After you worship my chest, and my back, and my arms and legs - and by that I mean wash me down like a good little slave girl - I'll let you worship my cock. How does that sound?"

She looked like she was about to object, pouting adorably. Finally she stood up straight and dropped her lacy underwear, revealing a hairless mound. "Sounds fair," she said, nodding seriously.

The big man grinned and waded into the water, which only came up to his hips. He managed to submerge himself before coming up with his wet hair slicked back.

Jorgen looked around to find the little brat taking her sweet time, so the big barbarian helpfully splashed her into action.

She squealed and dove away, swimming under the surface and coming up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Jorgen tried to reach behind himself and peel her off, but he couldn't get a grip on her squirming, slippery little body.

"You can't get away from me!" she growled, reminding him of an angry kitten. He let himself fall backwards, and then they were a tangle of limbs and splashes, wrestling and laughing.

He needed to take control of the situation. "Brat taming is serious business," he thought.

"Alright that's enough young lady. More washing less playing," the huge man ordered in his most stern, fatherly voice.

"Yes sir," she replied, grinning. She'd been rubbing her clever little hands over his muscles, exploring his body and teasing his nipples. "Such a giant, wonderful thing," she thought, absorbing the almost overwhelming sensations of the barbarian's torso under her fingers.

Jorgen kneeled again and the half-elf pressed her naked little body against his broad back and began washing his neck and shoulders. Her hands were soft, her fingers deft. They felt amazing, and the barbarian's body was responding. He groaned, and Lillie giggled, pleased that she could make him do that. She fearlessly cleaned every inch, and loved feeling his massive ody respond to her.

Finally satisfied that she had a relatively clean barbarian on her hands, the little half-elf began pushing Jorgen's mass towards a flat mossy boulder. She managed to get him sitting on it, legs open and feet dangling in the water.

"How did I do, sir barbarian?" she asked, obviously pleased with herself.

Jorgen just nodded, admiring the small form standing before him. She looked like she wanted to behave and her submission fanned the flames of his new sexual dominance.

Lillie moved between his legs and leaned up for a kiss, and was rewarded. The next few minutes were a blur. She'd never lost herself in kissing and touching like this. It was overwhelming.

Finally he took her by her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. They sank into the sandy bottom of the pond, but she barely noticed. She felt like a doll in his massive hands, his strength completely overpowering. She loved it.

"Now, time to worship."

"Yes sir," she replied breathily.

She ran her hands along his inner thighs until she reached his large balls, his shaft towering over her. She grabbed a ball in each hand and rolled them gently. They were so big, it was hard to believe. She stroked and squeezed, looking up to Jorgen for approval.

"Good girl," he rumbled.

Moving her hands to his shaft, she began to explore.

"Up and down," he said, voice low and husky.

Once again she looked into his eyes as she started trailing her tiny hands up and down his shaft.

"Good girl."

She continued this until his cock was a twitching, dripping length of steel.

"Use your mouth."

"Yes, sir."

She took his tip in her mouth, tongue swirling around his slit, tasting his salty precum. It was delicious.

She'd done this once before, but it couldn't be compared. It was a fundamentally different experience.

She'd fit the boy's entire cock in her mouth and bobbed a couple of times until a small spurt of cum landed on her tongue.

Jorgen's precum was more substantial than the young Areisian's entire load.

And his thick ridged head filled her mouth more than the boy's entire little cock.

There wasn't much the little bard could do but swirl her tongue over his head, moving it in and out of her slippery lips. She discovered that he grunted approvingly when she licked the underside of his head, and she did more of that. She was rewarded with another stream of salty, delicious precum.

"Goddess," she thought. And that was about all she thought. The scent hit her then. A pleasant, musky smell that overwhelmed her senses. She felt dazed, drunk on this sensation. This hot pulsing meat had become her world. Good thing half elves don't imprint.

Jorgen, thinking back to his night with Astra, decided he didn't want to finish in Lillie's mouth. He wanted to fuck this little brat and empty himself into her tight virgin passage. To feel the entrance of her womb kissing the tip of his cock as he came. The best feeling in the world.

The barbarian reached down, gripping the sexy half-elf by her tiny rounded ass. The entire thing nearly fit in a single hand. She squeaked as he lifted her into the air, his cock escaping her grasp. He carefully placed her shapely, but slender little legs over his shoulders, presenting his face with her hairless pussy.

Lillie's soft inner thighs, her flat belly, and her warm, wet sex had become his entire world. It all looked so small and delicate. The smell reached him then. Honey and cinnamon.

He dove in.

Lillie scrambled to grip the top of Jorgen's head, her fingers buried in his golden mane. "What are you- oh goddess! Oh fuck!"

She cried out as his thick tongue lapped her virgin cunt.

"So tight," he growled, before taking another taste of her honey. He groaned, savoring the fresh sweetness of her delicate elvish pussy.

She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her channel, where he encountered her hymen. He was hoping that he wouldn't find that intact. Jorgen didn't want this to be painful for the bratty little half-elf.

Not that it was going to stop him. He thrust his large tongue forward again, more forcefully this time, and pushed past her barrier. He felt it stretch and tear, and tasted blood.

"Ow! Oh! Oh goddess don't sto-oh godfucks Jorgen that feels ohfuckfuck" she started stringing random words together then, lost in the sensations of his thick tongue exploring her channel, his nose grinding against her tiny clit.

The barbarian felt her climax nearing, and slowed, but didn't stop. He wanted her to beg but he wasn't going to torture her. Not her first time.

"What are you doing? Jorgen please!"

"Please what, Lilie? What do you want me to do?" he said, coming up for air.

"Fuck. Please. Make me cum, I'm so close, please, I need it."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

He began moving his tongue in and out, in and out, the rhythm of fucking, the pace of a lover. It was the most gentle, forceful sensation, and it felt amazing. "So close," she thought, "so close, just a little more..."

Suddenly, she felt the pad of a huge finger gently probing her tiny asshole. It was all too much. She screamed, and came, and came, and came, and came, her mind went blank. She was flailing in his hands and Jorgen almost lost control of the slippery little thing. He rotated to lay her down on the mossy rock.

Selfishly, he worried that he was going to be denied again. "Fuck," he thought. "Lillie, you ok?"

"So good," she muttered, looking like a limp noodle. "Need you. So big, need you in me. Please."

The last word was a whisper.

Jorgen breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted her small form to his lap, legs straddling his waist. His right arm supporting her back, the left guiding her by the hip. He kissed her forehead as he moved her opening so it rested on the head of his enormous, rigid cock. He pressed, but not too hard, just letting her know how close he was.

"Beg."

"Please fuck me."

No hesitation. He didn't need any further encouragement. He stroked her slick delicate folds on the head of his brutal tool, lubricating himself easily. His precum and hers mixing together.

The massive, muscular barbarian slowly pulled the half-elf's petite body onto his thick shaft. He felt her tremble, and the resistance as her tight, slippery entrance stretched over his thick, ridged head. Their slick juices ran down his shaft. She was as ready as she could be.

The girl dug her fingernails into Jorgen's biceps, pulled her face to meet his, catching his eye. "Do it," she hissed.

So he gripped her hip and thrust up into her center. He was in.

Lillie groaned as she fell into his arms, her face pressed up under his chin. He was a little impressed that she didn't scream.

"Alright, little one?"

"Don't stop" she breathed.

He didn't, but he did take his time. Still thrusting gently, he leaned down to capture one of her dainty pointed ears between his lips, gently nibbling her long half elven earlobe.

"Mmm oh fuck yes, that feels so good."

He took that opportunity to grip her petite shoulder, her flawless skin slick with sweat. He pulled her down his shaft another inch, his head fully inside her now. The little half-elf had grown very wet, and he felt her arousal almost pour down his long shaft into his curls.

Her small body was trembling, but he could feel her fingers squeezing his arms, encouraging him. He was impressed by her determination, and would give her everything she asked for and more. But he would take it slow.

Holding her up, so he remained just inside, he moved her hips back and forth, massaging her tunnel. Her wetness was incredible, her walls felt like slick velvet.

She was moaning now, and her little hips were moving back and forth with him.

He pulled her towards him and sat back, moving her body up his lap onto his belly, his cock head still lodged inside. He ground her clit against his muscular abs. He felt her grinding back so he tentatively pulled her down his shaft, another inch had disappeared and she was moaning as she continued to grind against his torso.

They repeated this until he had at least 5 inches inside of her. It seemed like she could take even more. He felt her cervix, but it was soft, accommodating. He pushed her down a little further on his next stroke, then held her there and ground some more.

Lillie's elvish pussy felt amazing around his shaft. Maybe a little softer than a human woman. Tight as could be, but there was a silky layer of cushioning, Jorgen thought.

She was grinding frantically now, moaning and whining into the barbarian's thick neck, then she was licking the underside of his jaw.

"I'm.. close. So..so close. F-fuck. I feel.. So fffuckinnngg goooodd.."

Jorgen lifted Lillie up, and pulled her down, harder than before. She took it, moaning wordlessly now, fingernails digging into his chest. He was several inches in at this point, and it seemed like she could handle even more. Her channel was gripping him deliciously as he lifted and thrusted again and again, going a little deeper each time.

"Eleven inches," he remembered. "There's no way. She's so tiny," he thought.

She seemed to read his mind. Maybe he had slowed.

"No don't stop. I want it all."

Finding her eyes, he saw only determination.

"It's too long. I'll break you. You should be proud of taking how thick I am. You're a champ, little one."

"Do it. Please."

"I don't know if you can take it."

"I can, and I will. Please."

The big barbarian couldn't deny his bratty little half-elf, and she had asked so nicely.

He lifted her and pulled her down a little faster, a little harder. His hands were on her waist now, guiding her, but not holding her up. She was moving her hips rhythmically, fucking him right back.

"F-fuck," she grunted, then gunted some more, the sound coming from deep inside her little body, "Fuuuuck. Donnn-t. Stoppp."

Lillie's head tipped back and her jaw dropped open. She grunted with each thrust.

"unnh Unnh Unnhhh unnggghhh"

He lifted her and thrust their bodies together once more and she took him all. The last three inches, his full length, were inside her. Lillie's head snapped up and they froze, locking eyes once again. It was intense.

Then the little half-elf's eyes went wide, then rolled back in her head. Her body trembled, then spasmed, convulsing against him. His hands found her tight little ass and it was flexing in his grip.

Lillie's sex exploded around the massive barbarian's cock, her sweet elvish cum drenched his crotch in warmth. He savored the sensation of being hilted in her tight, dripping wet pussy, her hairless mound grinding against his soft curls. Her cervix melded with the fleshy head of his cock. It was paradise.

Jorgen held the little champ and let her grind and writhe on him as she came down. More than a minute later it seemed like she was recovered enough to keep going.

"How are you little one?"

"Fucked. Full. Goddess. Thank you, Jorgen. Fuck, I think I'm still coming."

The half-elf girl seemed to be changing before his eyes. Her voice was husky now, she moved with confidence as she draped her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. Something had changed when he'd hilted inside of her.

Lillie would never be the same.

"You're welcome, little one. You did so good. I'm going to fuck you now. Hold on, and don't pass out on me - that's an order," he commanded, gripping a small nipple in his fingertips and twisting it, not gently, but not cruelly.

Her eyes went wide, and then closed. She shivered through another small orgasm, her channel fluttering and gripping his thrusting girth. She opened her eyes again, and his inner beast loved what he saw there.

"Yes. Fuck me. Do it. Give it to me. Use me. I'm your fucking slave."

"That's right. My adorable little slave. You can take it can't you?"

"UH UH yes UH I can UH UH take it! UHH oh goddess do OH OHnt stop!"

The great big barbarian was lifting and dropping the tiny elvish girl, just softening the landing. His massive cock sawed in and out of her tight little cunt. He was in heaven, her warm wetness gripping his massive tool. She was babbling incoherently now, but the big man loved it. He felt her coming again, her silky tight walls gripping him, but he kept fucking her, not even slowing down.

"Goddess," she moaned again, her eyes closed, lost on the waves of sensation radiating from her core to every inch of her body.

Jorgen was close, but not ready. He slowed his thrusting, and began grinding, his huge balls pressing against her ass as he pulled her into him. His massive head was lodged against her womb, and he could feel it trying to devour the tip of his cock. He was stretching her out, making room for his seed.

"Mmm, I could get used to this," he growled. "You're a tight little slave, aren't you?"

She was grinding on him now, face against his chest.

"I love.. being your.. slave... daddy," she whispered, just loud enough to hear.

"Damn straight."

Jorgen was losing control. He was so close.

"Cum! ins-side! meee!"

The way Lillie said that., but he couldn't stop. not now. Not when his climax was moments away.

"I'm close, little one."

"Do. it. I... need. it."

"Alright, brat. You asked for it."

He gripped her hips, lifted her, and slammed her down.

She finally screamed.

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDAAAADDDDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

Once, twice, three times, and on the third stroke he felt her tighten and shudder and her sweet pussy drenched him with her elven cum. He exploded then, his seed surging into her tiny body.

"FUCK!" she yelled. Her voice had turned husky, almost a growl, "YOUR MASSIVE FUCKING COCK! YES! CUM! SO MUCH CUM DADDY!"

Jorgen kept going, filling her tiny body with his potent seed. He felt her cervix sucking his tip, drawing his cum into her not-so-virgin womb.

The massive glistening barbarian slowed finally, and fell back. The little half-elf, flushed and panting, collapsed onto his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. She was muttering something. He listened for a moment.

"My pussy is so full. My pussy is so full. I love it. So much. Thank you, my pussy is so full. Thank you Daddy."

Jorgen smiled.

"Good girl."

He held her close. Caressing the soft skin of her back before sliding down to cup her dainty ass.

"Thank you. That was perfect."

"Yes, it was," she replied, looking up at him. Her eyes were clear, her smile genuine. "Thank you, Jorgen."

He studied her face, working up the courage to ask "are you.. taking anything? contraception?"

She grinned widely and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Nope."

"Well. I should have been prepared for that. It's my fault for not asking."

Jorgen stared off into space for a moment, and Lillie studied his handsome features. She would be thrilled to carry his child. She had no idea until this moment that she even wanted a kid. But she wanted the connection to him. And the idea of his seed quickening inside of her was turning her on. Daddy. She started grinding again.

That brought him back to the present.

"I'll take responsibility little one, if it comes to that. I have some plans, some things to do, but if you're pregnant, I'll find a way to make a home for you. I promise."

She noticed he was hardening again and decided to push her luck.

"Does it turn you on big man? Filling my tiny little pussy. Putting a baby in me on my very first time. Laying claim to my womb before anyone else even had a chance? Daddy?"

"Fuuuck," he groaned. He was fully erect now.

The petite girl slid gracefully off of him, and locked eyes as she moved, never losing contact with his. Jorgen's seed dripped from her well-used pussy.

She laid on the moss, spread her soft pale legs. She was still staring at the big barbarian, in challenge, as she slowly opened her knees wide.. She was a vision, her hair a tangled mess, her cheeks and pointed ears flushed, her eyes full of lust and hunger. Her nipples were swollen, her little breasts pink and puffy, the marks from his fingertips clearly visible.

Lillie reached down and spread herself, showing him her stretched and swollen folds, her engorged clit, and her well-used, creamy pussy.

"Please. I'm your dirty little slave, Jorgen. Daddy. Do what you want. Anything."

Jorgen stared at her. "Anything," echoed in his mind. He stood, towering over her, and gripped his hard cock. She moaned, and her fingers went to her clit, circling, teasing, but not quite touching.

"You want this, little one?"

"Yes. Please. Give it to me. I'm yours. Fill me again, please."

He didn't wait. He kneeled down, lifted her hips, and impaled her in a single motion. She gasped, then grunted, and her little feet flew up and out. Jorgen leaned forward, his massive left hand wrapped gently around her tiny neck, holding her still.

Then he began hammering into her, but Lilie was focused. She spoke calmly. Wanting Jorgen to hear every word as he pounded into her.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank.. you.. Oh.. fuck.. Use.. me.. elvish.. sluts. sla-ave.. for.. your.. big.. ..HUMAN.. COCK.. m-my.. womb.. fill.. with.. your.. seed."

Jorgen the barbarian was not immune.

"Lillie," the big man growled, "You are MY sexy little brat now."

He pistoned faster now, and her voice rose higher, moans giving way to cries of ecstasy.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Please. Goddess. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh! Yes!"

"Are you going to cum for me, little girl? Are you going to scream for your daddy?"

"Yes, please Daddy, please, I'm going to. Oh goddess. Oh fuck. Yes! Please, I'm begging. Give me your cum. Please, fill me up again. Daddy!!"

"I am, little one. I'm gonna give you everything you need."

He thrust and ground and her tiny pussy convulsed around him.

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!"

The massive barbarian roared his dominance and virility as his enormous, steel-hard cock erupted inside Lillie's tiny body, filling her again.

Jorgen's seed flooded Lilie's open elvish womb, and she moaned, writhing, her hands grabbing her nipples and squeezing her little breasts until she rode it out. It lasted forever, she thought.

"Thank you. So full. Cum. Goddess. Thank you. Daddy. I Lo-"

Jorgen had been wondering if Aleisa was watching this as Lillie spoke, until they were interrupted by clapping from behind, across the pond.

"Goddess, that was quite the show," came a voice.

Jorgen turned his head to find a woman in a long flowing yellow dress. The full moon lit the scene well enough to see her face in some detail. She was in her 30s, if he had to guess, and pretty, if not beautiful. There was maybe some resemblance to Lillie. But she was clearly human.

"Auntie?" Lillie asked, peeking over Jorgen's shoulder.

"Lillie! Well, well, well, my little girl is all grown up!"

"Auntie, what are you doing here? How long have you been watching?"

"I came to see if you were ok, and, well, I was enjoying the show. You seemed to be enjoying it, dear, so I didn't interrupt."

Jorgen stood, his meaty cock pulling free from the elfling's sloppy pussy with a squelch. He decided to face the situation head on. If nothing else he figured he'd get a reaction.

"So, who-" the woman froze as the huge barbarian rose and turned. His half-hard cock, long, thick and heavy, slick with his seed and her niece's wetness, had come into view. The woman's eyes widened, and she couldn't look away.

"Auntie! This is Jorgen. Jorgen, this is my Aunt Elaine. We should get dressed."

Jorgen stepped closer, offering his massive paw.

"Elaine," he said, testing her name.

Elaine finally looked up and met his eyes, blushing fiercely.

"Pleased to meet you," she said, struggling to clasp three huge fingers in her hand. Her voice a whisper.

"Likewise," Jorgen said.

He could tell she was impressed. And he was already half-hard..

What was he thinking? Lillie's Aunt? And how was he still ready to go? He had an odd flashback of Aleisa promising a blessing. Something to worry about later. Time to extricate himself.

"Lillie, do you want to spend the night with me at the inn? I need some sleep but I wouldn't mind the company."

"I would love to," the girl said, eagerly.

Jorgen's heart swelled a bit, basking in her obvious infatuation.

"Auntie, I'll see you at the camp tomorrow, alright?"

"Yes. Of course. I'll see you both then. I hope."

Lillie giggled. "I hope so, too, auntie."

Jorgen had pulled on his pants and boots, and now he picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head. He gathered the bits of his armor and began down the path towards town, Lillie following closely, gripping a handful of his shirt.

Elaine watched them go, a small smile playing across her lips. "Lillie what have you gotten yourself into?"

Lillie and Jorgen were quiet on the short walk to the Inn. She was getting wobbly, so he picked her up and carried her up to his room. When they got through the door, the big man stopped.

He gently removed Lillie's blouse and undershorts, without putting her down, then he lowered her gently to the bed. He stripped himself, picked Lillie back up, and then rolled them both onto the bed, with her petite, almost weightless body still wrapped in his massive arms.

He was asleep in moments.

Jorgen woke early the next morning. Lillie was pressed against him, her head on his chest and her entire body glued to his torso. Literally glued. They were both sticky. His hand was cupping her pert little ass, and he gave it an experimental squeeze.

He sighed. No time today.

"Lillie, wake up."

"Mmm. Just a few more minutes."

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

"Ugh. Ok, ok. What time is it?"

"It's almost sunrise."

"I don't want to."

"You have to. I have a long trip ahead of me. And I need a favor."

That seemed to wake her up. She peeled her face off of his chest and looked up at him, blinking the sleep from her pretty green eyes.

"A favor? Tell me what you need."

"Where are you and your Aunt headed next?"

"Cestae, then Coldwater after that."

"Ok, good."

He pulled out his pouch and fished through it. He had about thirty gold.

"Here's five gold. I want you to rent a place in Coldwater. I hear it's a pretty large town?"

She nodded.

"That should set you up for a a few months, at least. Get a two room place. Give a gold to your Aunt as well, tell her to invest in some goods with it, or whatever she'd like. It's the least I can offer after corrupting her sweet little niece."

She groaned at that, and punched his shoulder. He noticed a cute little pointed ear poking out of the messy mop of her hair, and pulled her in for a hug, only to latch on to the tip with his teeth. She howled and resumed punching his chest. He couldn't help but laugh at the little half-elf's antics. She was adorable.

The big barbarian pulled her in for another hug, and this time thrust his tongue deep into her ear. She moaned whorishly. Interesting. He'd have to remember that.

"You'll take care of it?"

"Yes, daddy."

That word did things to him and he wasn't ready to examine it in the light of day. He pinched her ass as much to distract himself as to punish her for being a brat. She squeaked and froze for a moment, then moaned again and ground her ass back against his big hand. "Nelion was right, half elves are a menace," he thought.

"Ok, up. I have to go."

"Fine," said the adorably naked little half-elf, as she peeled her body away and climbed out of bed.

They wiped down as best as they could, and got dressed. She joined him for a quick bite to eat then followed him out to the caravan. He lifted her up for another long kiss. The petite half-elf latched on and it was another five minutes before he was able to put her down, smacking her little rump.

"I'll see you in Coldwater. It might be a few weeks, but I'll send word when I know for sure."

"You're not going to tell me where you're going?"

He'd thought about it. He wanted to, but she really was a brat and he wasn't sure she'd be able to keep a secret for long.

"Sorry, secret mission. I'll tell you all about it on the other side."

She pouted briefly before giving him a saucy wink and turning away. He watched her skip down the road towards her aunt's camp.

"Is she not even sore?" he wondered, a little impressed.

"Stretchy," he said, remembering the wine bottle.

"What was that?" asked Berrin, moving up beside him.

"Nothing."

Chapter 6: Coldwater, and More Goddess

Summary:

Nothing major. Some goddess time and a little exposition.

I now have a little bit of NSFW AI art on my . I can't make them public so you have to be a free member. Enjoy.

Chapter Text

Chapter Six: Coldwater, and More Goddess

The trip to Coldwater was quick and uneventful. Jorgen collected his pay and shook hands with Berrin, sharing a respectably manly nod of goodbye.

The caravan unloaded near the port warehouses, so he walked a few hundred feet to find himself at the fishing docks. It was mid-afternoon, and some boats were docked, but he could see more out to sea.

He took a moment, realizing that this was his first look at the western ocean. He didn't see much difference from the central ocean. Perhaps the swells farther out seemed a bit bigger. Same gulls, same smell of fish, same sounds.

Curious, he walked south from the port district and found himself on a small point where the beach curved out slightly, offering a small amount of protection for the docks. Looking south from the crest of a dune, he saw a wild coast stretched out before him. Broad beaches with dunes reaching far inland, smaller coves that looked like a good place to hide a pirate camp. He saw a point about 2 miles south where the tropical forest pushed right to the coast. Large hardwood trees intermingled with palms.

It seemed he was in for an adventure.

He turned back to Coldwater and the port. He needed a boat.

He walked the length of the docks and back, looking at the vessels. It was a mix of sizes. Everything from single-man dinghies to small rowboats, some larger sailboats, and finally, two fishing boats of a familiar type that he could confidently sail on his own. His experience was limited to lake Valcris, but it was a large lake that had nasty weather of its own.

An older Areisian man sat on a crate by the nearest fishing boat. Jorgen approached and waved hello. The old man looked the big barbarian up and down with a squint. "You're the biggest man I've ever seen. Giant blood?"

Jorgen chuckled. He'd never thought of that. "Not that I know of."

"Mhm," the man said, clearly not believing him. "What can I do for ya?"

"I need to buy a boat, like these," he gestured at the two fishing boats. "Know of any for sale?"

The old man spit, then looked out over the ocean.

"Those two are owned by the Silas and Arten. You can find them over in the at the Salty Cunt. Silas might be desperate enough to sell. His is the older boat there," he said, pointing to the further boat, which looked a little worse for wear.

"Alright, it's worth a shot. Where's this Salty Cunt?"

"Back into the docks a few hundred feet and turn left. Go to the end of the street. Big sign. You'll see it."

"Thanks for your time," the big barbarian said, and tossed the old man a silver.

"Aye, happy to help, giant man."

He walked the rest of the way down the dock and onto the boardwalk that ran the length of the harbor. There were a number of small shops selling nets and tackle, and a few places serving food. At the far end, the buildings seemed to get nicer. He'd apparently walked too far. He turned back, and found a small two story inn on the waterfront, and across the street was a dilapitated single story building with a wooden sign out front.

"The Salty Cunt" the sign read, with a drawing of a buxom, scowling woman pouring a drink.

"Well, I guess that's it."

He walked in and was immediately hit with the familiar stench of stale beer and vomit.

"Gonna need a bath in here," he thought.

"What do you want?" a rough female voice growled.

"Uh.." he said, turning to the speaker.

A surprisingly tall, slender Areisian woman was standing behind the bar, drying a glass. She looked to be in her forties, but knowing the Areisians, she could be over a hundred.

"You must be the salty cunt," he said, grinning.

Her eyes widened. She had not expected him to say that. Her eyes darted around the room, seeing only one other patron. Then she looked back to the huge barbarian and burst out laughing.

"Yes," she said. "I suppose I am the salty cunt."

He smiled, pleased with himself.

"You're funny. What's your name, funny man?"

"Jorgen," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure," she said, a smile playing across her lips. "How can I help you, Jorgen?"

"I'm looking for Silas. The man on the dock told me I could find him here."

"Silas, huh?" she said, looking at the big man thoughtfully. "Alright, you don't seem like the bad type. He's back there," she said, nodding towards the back wall. "He's been drinking all afternoon."

"Thanks," he said, and started that way.

"What do you want with Silas?" she asked, stopping him.

"I want to buy his boat."

"Mhm," she said, clearly surprised. "Go easy on him, Jorgen. He's having a hard time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, lost his wife to a younger man. She left him a few days ago. A terrible thing."

"Shit," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, shit is right."

"I'll do my best," he said, and crossed the room.

Silas was hunched over the table, head in his hands, muttering. He didn't seem to notice the big barbarian standing over him.

"Um. Silas?"

"What the fuck?" the man shouted, startled. He tried to stand, but was clearly drunk. He was middle-aged and haggard. It wasn't all that surprising that his wife left, unfortunately, Jorgen thought.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Are you Silas?"

"Yes, I'm fucking Silas, who are you?

"My name is Jorgen."

"Fuck off, Jorgen."

"I was thinking you could do with a change. I heard what happened. I need a boat, and you need a fresh start."

"Ha!" the man barked, sitting back down and taking a swig from his mug. "No such thing as a fresh start, young man. Only a new set of problems."

"Maybe, but you could have a few coins in your pocket. How much is the boat worth?"

"Fifteen."

"Ten."

Silas' eyes went wide.

"You... You're serious."

"I am. I want to be out of here tomorrow. I've got an adventure ahead of me and I'd rather not wait."

"Alright, Ten gold, as-is. That boat is old. She's served me well but I don't want you complaining about some splinters."

"Done."

"Done," said Silas.

Jorgen fished out the gold and laid it on the table. He added a silver and said "next drink's on me. Take care, Silas."

"Aye, giant man. You take care, too."

The big man stood and turned back to the salty cunt. She smiled at him.

"Thank you, Jorgen," she said.

"Glad it worked out for both of us. Know where I can get a room for the night?"

"The Anchor Inn, across the way. Cheap enough, and the rooms don't smell."

"Thanks," he said, waving over his shoulder as he left The Salty Cunt behind.

He found the inn and got himself a room. He spent the next hour getting everything together, making sure his pack was ready. He made his way down to a general store near the docks, and purchased a few extra supplies, including a week's worth of food, two casks of clean water, and one of a nice ale. He asked for them to be delivered to Silas' old boat.

"The Starfish?" the storekeeper asked.

"I suppose I should have asked her name. I bought her from Silas a couple hours ago."

"Alright then, we'll see your supplies down to the dock. I'm going to throw in a waterproof bag for the foodstuffs."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Jorgen said with a nod.

He had some stew and fresh bread for dinner, then turned in early. Tomorrow, the real adventure would begin.

His bed was a little small. His calves resting on the edge of the bed. He was used to it, and it wasn't enough to keep him from getting some rest. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

Jorgen woke on a familiar marble platform encircled by tall pillars topped with elven Valkyries. Standing up, he noticed that he was nude, same as the last time. At least he didn't have an erection, he thought. Then he spun slowly around, looking for the goddess of sex.

Her voice from behind surprised him. He knew she hadn't been there a moment ago.

"You're not as distracted as the last time," she purred.

He turned and took a step back. Aleisa, the goddess of sex, had joined him. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Tall for an elf, with long golden hair. She had a fuller figure and more generous bust than any mortal elf, but her proportions were pleasing. She was wearing the gauzy robe he remembered well, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Well if I wasn't, I am now."

"Are you coming on to a goddess, young barbarian?

"No, just an observation," he said, feeling his face redden.

She smiled. "We have some things to talk about. We have some time. Have a seat," she said, gesturing to the center of the platform, where a soft rug and a variety of cushions had appeared.

Jorgen thought he was doing pretty well not overreacting to Aleisa's magic. She was a goddess after all. His expectations were in line with what she'd shown him so far.

So, as casually as he could manage, the large, handsome, muscular, naked barbarian took a seat on the rug then laid sideways, his elbow resting on a thick cushion, his long legs stretched out. His long thick cock draped down his thigh, his soft head resting upon the softer rug.

He made a point of giving the goddess his full attention.

Aleisa smiled, pleased, and settled in beside him.

"I see you are becoming accustomed to our meetings. Perhaps you're even getting comfortable around a goddess," she teased.

"Perhaps, though, if I may say, you don't really feel like a goddess."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I just mean, you feel like a person, or elf, rather than a divine being."

"Well, you're not so far off. But we have matters to discuss."

Jorgen couldn't help but notice her roving eyes.

"Alright, we're not here to flirt this time" she said, speaking to herself, Jorgen decided.

He decided not to point out that she still hadn't conjured any clothes for him to wear.

"Moving on. You had quite the night with a certain half-elf in Warm Springs. It was quite the display.. Are you really going to let her call you daddy?"

"If she wants, why not? I liked it," he admitted, "She's got me wrapped around her figure like a daddy's girl and she's got this breeding kink. It would be weirder if she didn't call me daddy."

Aleisa sighed dramatically.

"She's a handful. I hope you can handle her..

"She's one of mine you know. Her mother, who is one of the most frustrating women I know, has prayed to me he whole life. She left Lillie a Nikei totem that the little one prays to. She mostly prays for her mother.

"I don't know how it will work out, but if you ever get the chance to reunite them, I hope you'll take it."

"Can you tell me who her mother is?"

"No. Some things have to play out. You have your quest, and the gods have theirs."

"Well, I guess I'll keep my ears open, and if the opportunity arises, I'll try to make something happen."

"Good, I can ask no more than that.

"There's one other thing, with Lillie. I don't know how much this will affect her, but you should now. She's imprinted on you."

Jorgen froze.

"What? Half-elves can't imprint."

"Well, it's exceedingly rare. Elven characteristics are diluted in humans in unpredictable ways. She's certainly not as vulnerable as a full-blooded elf, but she obviously wasn't invulnerable. You're not an average human. You have a lot of latent energy. The combination netted you a half-elf. Congratulations"

Jorden just stared at the goddess.

"Being a half-elf, how affected by imprinting she will be is equally unpredictable. It could wear off tomorrow. I have no way to know. Sorry."

"So, uh, how am I going to avoid imprinting with these exceedingly vulnerable full-blooded elves in Westhaven?"

"Simple. You're not."

"Let them imprint on you. We're going to save the elves by destroying them."

"What the fuck."

"Ok, this will take a while. Get comfortable."

Aleisa gestured to the rug near me and a silver platter of fruit, and cheese, and the most beautiful clear glass pitcher, filled with the cleanest water he had ever seen. He ignored the wine and reached for that water. He poured some into a glass and took a sip. It was cold and sweet.

Aleisa sat cross-legged across from him and waited.

"Thanks. This is amazing. I'm listening," he said, as he popped a plump green grape into his mouth.

"How can he be so annoying with that ridiculously perfect body and that achingly handsome face and that arrogant gorgeous smile," the goddess complained to herself. Outwardly she was a vision of divine grace, as always.

"The first thing to understand is that elves will never be the same as they were prior to the siege. Not ever. They cannot forget that you exist."

"Me?"

"Well you after you become a legend. But no, I mean human men.

"The elven concept of masculinity is not dissimilar to humans. That's part of the problem. If your sexual behavior and physiology were alien, they elves probably wouldn't have experienced human sexuality as a visceral, pornographic exposition that emasculated every elven man on Esir. Their genetic memory ensured it."

"Wait, how did they all experience it? It's not like every elf witnessed humans fucking."

"Eleven genetic memory isn't quite what it probably seems. It's not just memories. Magical engrams that capture the experience of a woman are passed on to her child through a process not unlike imprinting. The close intimate contact ensures that the mother's entire experience is transferred to the child, laying a framework that the child will knit together with their own experiences as they grow."

"I'm going to pretend to understand that, because it got a little easier there at the end."

"Good. The magical energy that the mother emits when she records and shares her experience is very low powered. Let's say a one on a scale of ten.

"Powerful, traumatic experiences can trigger elves, male, female, and inorei, to transmit their experiences with a high-energy pulse. It can affect everyone around them.

"Worse, if that experience is something that gets a similar reaction in the recipient, they might pulse their own experience.

"The downfall of the elves happened relatively quickly. A few elven women and inorei took human lovers, a few males witnessed these couplings, or their spouses shared with them. Eventually it spread. And it's not just the couplings and all the orgasms. It's the masculinity. Female elves began to imprint. The ones that imprinted on humans shared their new concept of masculinity.

"Every elf eventually experienced it. The males were already intimidated by the bigger, stronger, more virile males they saw among humans, but now they learned at their very core that they could never compete.

"An elf will never compete if they have no chance of winning. They were absolutely emasculated, and for males, masculinity is really at the center of their identity, of everything they strove for. So, they gave up. The male elves gave up on life, and died. Male fetuses don't even come to term. They give up before they're even born."

"The downfall. That's unbelievably tragic, Aleisa.

"And now, that the males are gone? What about the women and the inorei? They get married and have sex, right?"

"It's mostly out of duty. Inorei are innately sensitive to the reproductive needs of their partners. In the traditional elven trio, Inorei served to facilitate sex in a way that provided the most arousal for both the male, and the female. Inorei sexual gratification was always secondary. They enjoy it, but it doesn't drive them.

"Arousal is crucial for both females and males to procreate. Sperm must find egg, and magical energy must merge. That can only happen if both parties are very aroused and in harmony with each other.

"Arousal is a physiological, psychological, and magic - life energy - phenomenon in elves. It's about more than being horny. It is many triggers and many chemical and magical responses that make up the arousal that elves need to procreate.

"Finally, the concept of masculinity for elven females, having almost entirely transferred to humans, makes it all the more difficult. It's hard enough to achieve arousal without a male in the picture, but the inorei trying to fill that role are competing with hyper-masculine humans, your image burned into the mind of every elf.

"So, it's very difficult for Inorei to achieve this with females, but they try. It's thanks to that that there are any pregnancies at all."

"It's so complicated, but somehow, I think I understand."

"I didn't pick you just for your size, or your muscles, or your cock. You're very intelligent for a barbarian."

"So. How does imprinting every elf to the most masculine human you could find, solve anything? I thought the point was to save the elves. The descendants of half-elves inevitably become more human, right? That's what happened in Areis."

"More or less. It would take time and it wouldn't be a smooth process, but yes, every scenario ultimately ends with elvish blood diluted into a human population.

"My idea is for you to share."

"Share?"

"Yes, share."

"My penis, I'm assuming."

"That, and the elves. Share the females with the inorei.

"You'll have to imprint both genders and bring them together. Have relations but make sure it's the inorei seed that makes it to the womb."

"Both? I'm not gay, Aleisa. Besides how is this practical? Every time a an woman wants to get pregnant, they call the human in? But the human never gets to blow his load in the girl?"

"First, you haven't met an inorei. Elven women are the most beautiful, feminine creatures on Esir, except for the inorei, more beautiful and feminine still. They're not any man you'd recognize.

"They have a penis. A very pretty penis. Well-proportioned and pleasingly shaped. Smooth and hairless like all elves.

"They're also tiny. Lillie has given you some experience with what an elf can take, what she wants. Inorei have 2-3" long penises, Jorgen. Cute, tiny, feminine penises, attached to attractive, submissive, feminine elves. I don't think it will kill you."

"It probably won't. I'd have sex with them? Anal I take it? It's not something I pursue.. but I don't hate the idea entirely. Cute and hairless?"

"And pink,' Aleisa helpfully confirmed.

"And the rest of it?"

"First, there's no reason you can't blow your load. A female elf can accept or reject the energy signature she senses when sperm meets egg. She can decide what gets her pregnant, as long as she's aroused.

"And the inorei can inject their energy into their scant sperm when they are aroused."

"Scant?"

"Yeah don't worry about ending up with a big load of elf spunk on your face. They produce a thimbleful of semen at most. And it tastes like vanilla."

"I wasn't planning on any getting on my face."

"Just don't rule anything out."

Jorgen took a drink of the delicious water and stretched, trying to process everything. He noticed he had grown harder, and Aleisa was trying to ignore it. He played it cool. No big deal.

She continued where she left off.

"As far as how it will all work out. It's a work in progress. Start with.. proving the concept. Start a trio, then a harem of trios.

"That seems like a lot."

"You haven't been taking full advantage of my blessing."

"What is it exactly?"

"Well, I packaged some things up. Physiological improvements, with a little divine magic sprinkled in. One is that you'll always be ready to go when there's an unsatisfied woman that needs a good dicking," Aleisa said with an excited grin. She was pleased with herself.

"Another boosts your stamina. You can go all day if you want to. You don't really need sleep as long as you're fucking."

"How does that even work?"

"Divine magic loophole."

"Anything else?"

"Lots, actually. But you can discover them for yourself."

"Alright. Well thanks, that's really thoughtful.

"But, are you fucking for real? You're insane, Aleisa. There's no way anyone is going to go for this. Flip their society on its head? Make them dependent on humans? Hope humans don't take horrible advantage?

"How does a wise, all-powerful goddess come up with something this impractical?"

Suddenly Jorgen was hanging upside down. He couldn't see anything, he just felt the bindings on his ankles. It was freezing cold and he was still a very naked barbarian.

"Shit."

"Listen carefully, barbarian," Aleisa spoke imperiously as she appeared above him, a glow surrounding her form. Jorgen could see the pink of her thick nipples and and the contour of her sex. He let the pleasant view distract him as she got her lecture out of the way.

But she noticed his attention and sighed. She looked disappointed. That hurt worse than the ankle bindings.

"Jorgen, how did you manage to insult my intelligence and demonstrate your abject idiocy at the same time? Insulting a goddess deliberately and in thorough detail? I expect more from you, barbarian or not."

"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just a lot, Aleisa. Sex is great. I like it. I would love to have sex with some sexy elves, sexing all the way. But fucking an entire society?"

"Let me worry about the details, please? Just have fun, be open-minded, and focus on becoming the duke. The rest will work out."

"The du-"

Jorgen awoke in his too-small bed in Coldwater. He didn't have an erection. That seemed important in his addled state.

"The duke. What the fuck Aleisa? The elven fucking duke?"

Chapter 7: The Starfish

Summary:

Jorgen goes sailing, meets some interesting people.

now includes lewd art of Jorgen, Jorgen carrying an Inorei, Jorgen carrying Selene (future character, and it's not a great representation of her), Lillie, and the goddess Aleisa.

Chapter Text

Chapter Seven: The Starfish

The sun rose over Coldwater as Jorgen set out to sea. He'd inspected The Starfish and decided she would do. There were some small tears in her main sail, but it would last a while. There were no leaks in the cabin or frayed lines in the rigging. He dove beneath the boat to discover that Coldwater was named after the cold water. The hull was pretty clean and the rudder seemed sturdy.

He'd loaded the supplies from the dock, well-packaged for travel, and he was dressed for sailing. His armor and sword stowed below deck, he wore simple linen trousers and a loose shirt with the laces undone. The water was cold but the sailors assured him that hot summer days were the norm out on the water.

He unmoored the lines and pushed The Starfish off the dock before jumping aboard. She rocked a bit under the big man's considerable weight.

He angled the sail and managed to clear the port without incident, though it was a close thing. The steady offshore breeze was a blessing.

He turned south and raised the jib, finding a good tack and tying off the lines. He sat back, one hand on the rudder, and began his journey to Westhaven.

The first day was uneventful and he sailed well into the night, the waning three-quarter moon provided plenty of light on the open water. The seas were calm and he was making good time. It was about two hundred and fifty miles from Coldwater to the Westhaven border, heading south-southwest. Jorgen stayed well within range of shore and just followed the coast. He estimated he'd done about fifty miles on the first day. Not bad.

Finally ready to get some sleep, Jorgen slowed and steered The Starfish into a small cove. It was rocky on the south side and a sandy beach wrapped from the west around to the north. He dropped anchor and made sure the boat was secured.

The big man squeezed into the cabin around midnight and climbed into his oversized hammock. Another contribution of that storekeeper. He didn't even get his name. The hammock wasn't too uncomfortable, and he was out in moments.

The next four days were about the same. A strong offshore wind on the third day stirred up some white caps and he had to fight the wind a bit to stay within sight of shore. It calmed by evening and fourth day was beautiful, as was the next. Jorgen was enjoying this more than he'd expected. He'd never felt quite so free.

In the afternoon on the fifth day, he spotted mountains rising in the distance. That would be the border with Westhaven, Jorgen decided. He could see that fog blanketed the northern face of the range and was billowing out to sea.

He sensed that this was a permanent or seasonal feature. The fog bank was large and stable, not changing over the course of the afternoon. There was a strong vortex of some sort spinning the offshore fog ominously.

Jorgen decided to call it a night early and anchored in a small, quiet bay. There were a few huts and a couple small fishing boats at one end of the bay. He anchored at the other end, deciding not to involve himself with the locals here at the border. This was the Faewyld. It might be a half-elf settlement as far as he knew.

The barbarian woke to a noise in the dark. Soft footsteps on deck. It sounded like two people. He reached for the hilt of his sword while listening for any clues to what they wanted. He could only assume they were from the nearby settlement. Anchoring here hadn't been his best idea.

The intruders were quiet. He could tell they were looking through the supplies tied down on deck. He rolled out of his hammock as quietly as he could. He was naked except for his undershorts and his sword, which was not ideal for fighting on a boat. He found his boots under the hammock and pulled out his large hunting knife. It would have to do. He left his sword behind and headed to the stairs, but just as he reached the bottom step, the door swung open and a small man with a crossbow turned the corner. Jorgen managed to drop just as a bolt whizzed overhead.

He heard the man step back to reload and made his move. The huge barbarian blasted up the stairs and through the cabin door, steamrolling the man with the crossbow and catching his accomplice with an arm as he charged past. He landed on top of his target and had to work not to crush him under his weight.

He managed to pin his hands long enough to look over his shoulder. The other intruder was staring at the scene. In the moonlight he could see that it was a young woman, and she seemed frozen by the sudden violence.

The barbarian caught the young woman's gaze and started to speak, slowly and calmly.

"I don't want to hurt you or your friend here. I'm going to stand up and bind his hands so we can talk. I won't hurt him or you, as long as you don't do anything dumb. Do you understand?"

It took a few moments for it to register and when it did she nodded frantically. Good enough. The man had been struggling under his bulk but he'd barely noticed. Jorgen gripped both of his wrists in one of his large hands and stood up, pulling his captive with him. He found the knife he'd dropped and threw it to the bow of the boat, so it was out of reach.

"Do you have any other weapons?"

The young woman pulled a dagger from one of her tall boots and held it out.

"Toss it down into the cabin."

She complied. Jorgen took a closer look at his captive.

Not a man. Her hair was short but her feminine features were a dead give away. The moonlight wasn't as bright as it had been when he set out, so he felt it was an honest mistake.

That he'd missed the ears was a little embarrassing. They both had ears that were longer and more pronounced than Lillie's. They were petite, had long ears, and they lived here in the Faewyld, on the border with Westhaven. It wasn't a leap to realize that the barbarian had met his first elves.

"I'm going to release you. I don't think you can harm me in a straight fight - unless you have magic," Jorgen, said, thinking of a burning inn table, "you don't have magic, right?"

Both shook their heads. He wondered if they would tell him if they did.

"Just don't set The Starfish on fire," he warned.

"I don't want to hurt you. When I release you, I ask that you both sit down on that bench," he pointed at a seat along the rail on the port side.

"Understand?"

"Yes," they said almost in unison.

He released his captive and watched her scurry over to her companion. They held hands and sat where he'd told them. Jorgen let out a deep breath and took stock of the situation. No harm was done. He just needed to figure out what they were doing here.

They were both staring at him silently, waiting for him to start.

"I'm Jorgen. You're the first elves I've met, and circumstances aside, it's an honor."

The crossbow-wielder didn't react but her companion gave him a small smile and nodded.

"What should I call you?"

"Riani," said the friendlier of the two. "This is my husband, Eanil."

Husband.

"Ok, I've learned a lot recently, and one of those things is to be open-minded. The other is that I need to worry about imprinting you. I'm a big masculine human and I don't want that to affect you. Do we need to physically separate, or what?"

That earned a smirk from Eanil and a giggle from his/her wife. He tried not to notice how beautiful they were when they smiled. Even in the shadowy moonlight, elven beauty was no joke.

"You don't have to worry. That ship has sailed, so to speak," Riani said.

Jorgen took a seat across from the pair, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees.

"We lived in the mountains, just across the border," she gestured towards the mountains in the south. Also towards the weird fog bank, which Jorgen had been hyper-aware of since yesterday.

"Five years ago," the pretty elf continued, I came across a human near our home. He took me captive and carried me across the mountains to his home," now she gestured towards the small settlement across the bay, "and raped me. I'm ashamed to say that I imprinted on him while he had his way with me."

"That's a funny way to say that you loved it," grumbled Eanil.

"Ok, I'm not touching that," Jorgen chimed in, before this devolved into something kinky. He did file that information away. An old adage about raping the willing crossed his mind.

"I take it that wasn't the end of it?"

"Well, I had imprinted," Riani said. "It was a very confusing time. Ultimately, I had his child. Reina. She just turned four."

"And we love her to death," added Eanil.

Jorgen wanted to move on, but he did have one question.

"I was recently told that an elf can't get pregnant unless she is aroused, and wants to conceive?"

"Refer back to her enjoying it," The beautiful, feminine 'husband' rolled his eyes this time. At least he didn't look mad. Riani was avoiding any and all eye contact.

"I love our daughter, so as much as I want to call my wife a dirty slut, part of me just wishes I'd been there, and it would be hypocritical of me to be angry about anything that produced our beautiful daughter," Eanil continued.

This time Riani looked up at her beautiful husband shyly and gave him/her a grateful smile. Their fingers were intertwined and Eanil squeezed her hand reassuringly. It was a tender moment between a ..husband and wife, and the big barbarian felt like he was intruding.

"You wish you'd.. you know what? Never mind. I think I understand. Let's move on.

"Riani, tell me the rest of your story," the big barbarian gently encouraged.

Their voices were both high, but not too high. Musical. Silky smooth. Feminine.

Riani had been looking at Eanil but turned back to Jorgen with a beautiful, grateful smile that made the big man's heart skip a beat. Elves.

"It took almost a year for Eanil to track me down. He killed Esson - Reina's father - in his sleep. He rescued me."

Jorgen didn't think she looked all that grateful.

"Alright, that seems like a relatively happy ending, no?"

Eanil squeezed Riani's hand again and answered for her.

"Not so happy. We're functionally exiled from Westhaven. We live like refugees in this abandoned village, raising a half-elf daughter who we can never take home. Riani might be officially exiled too, depending on our elder's judgment. In other words, we're stuck."

"I see, that's terrible. Why would she be exiled?"

"Imprinting on a human is seen as a failing, and my infidelity makes it worse. Women have been exiled for less," Riani answered meekly, without looking up.

Jorgen noticed that Eanil was starting to look distracted. He was just staring at the big shirtless barbarian. His/her mouth was open and he/she licked his/her lips - fuck he needed to figure out this gender thing. Anyway, Eanil was looking glassy-eyed and a little drunk, eyes roaming his muscular chest. Shit.

"I'm sorry, I know this all must be hard," he started.

"Eanil, I hope this isn't an indelicate question. As I said, I've recently learned a lot about elves, but there's much I don't know. Can I ask, are you inorei?"

Eanil's eyes cleared a bit as he/she looked up from his/her obvious appreciation of the large human's naked chest. Jorgen noticed that they seemed almost golden in the moonlight.

"I took a vow to my wife. When I did that, I stopped being inorei and became a man."

"A man," Jorgen scoffed internally. Elves were delusional, the barbarian saw then, confirming something Nelion had said in Areistea. On the other hand, what choice did they have?

"Alright, that's very admirable and I've learned how the inorei have sacrificed much to keep your people together.

"But my question is. Riani has imprinted once, so she's not likely to imprint on me, right?

Both nodded at that. Riani added "I've also had a child, and am just about a hundred years old. Imprinting gets less likely as we pass the century mark. And elven mothers are innately risk averse, and we're less likely to seek new bonds. As enticing as that might be..

"I'm sure you could convince me otherwise."

The big man ignored the flirting and said, "That's good to know. You've thought about this a lot?"

"Riani and I have discussed all of this," Eanil added, looking up for a moment from Jorgen's abs, "mostly making up arguments in her defense if we ever brave the elder.

"On the other hand," Riani cut in, "a twenty year-old elf could imprint on your body odor from ten feet away. It's very lovely, by the way."

At least her eyes are alert and twinkling, Jorgen thought, she seemed absolutely lucid compared to her husband.

"Ok, that's very.. I don't have a response to that. My question is, Eanil, is it safe for YOU to be here with me? I can't help but notice that you're staring at me like a piece of meat. I'm flattered, but I don't want to cause any more problems for you two.

"And, how old are you, by the way?" Jorgen added.

"Thirty-seven," the inorei said, not looking up from Jorgen's muscles, "I... I'm fine. I just haven't been around a human before, well, before Riani was kidnapped. I killed him before he could do anything to me. I didn't want to risk it.

"But now I'm just..." Eanil started, trailing off as his eyes roamed the big man's long, muscular arms.

"Alright," the barbarian started, standing up. He moved towards the elven couple until he stood towering over them.

"Eanil, I think I get the picture. I have a short term solution."

Before they could reply, Jorgen reached down and unclasped their fingers, then gripped Eanil by the waist and lifted him from his seat. He/she didn't weigh more than a hundred pounds. Eanil started struggling then, but it was too late.

"What are you doing to Eanil?" Riani cried out, reaching for Jorgen as he pulled her husband away.

At this point, the tiny, effeminate elf was squirming helplessly in the barbarian's huge hands. He/she felt soft and delicate in his grip, and the little elf was grunting and moaning. It wasn't difficult to see that he/she was enjoying this. It was weird, but admittedly very cute.

Enough of that.

"Take a dip," grunted Jorgen, who proceeded to launch the petite, flailing elf over the side of the boat. He/she yelped just before hitting the water.

Jorgen clapped his meaty paws together with a sense of accomplishment, then returned to his seat. Riani had managed to stand up, but was just staring at him, mouth open like her next words had died on her lips.

"Take a seat. I know Eanil can swim because I don't see a boat tied alongside. Right?"

She fell back to her seat and nodded, absentmindedly.

"Yes, he can swim," she managed.

"'He.' I'm have a hard time calling Eanil a he. I'm very much a fan of the gentler sex, and it's odd to me that any man can be that petite, cute, beautiful, pretty.. all of the above."

"I don't think he feels like a 'he' either. Did you know that Inorei are all born female? They're all 'she' until they choose to take on a male role. But, with our males gone, most inorei are forced to take on that role, eventually."

Jorgen nodded. That matched what Aleisa had told him.

"So, do you see Eanil as a male, or not?"

"I think we, the elves - all of us - just agree to pretend. An intentional mass delusion. What else can we do?

"But no, Eanil is my best friend, and I love 'her.'"

The big barbarian smiled at that. He had all the sympathy in the world for these elves. Esir had really fucked them over.

"Thank you, I understand. Would you say that Eanil's appearance is typical of inorei?"

"I think so," she nodded. A look of realization washed over her features, followed by a wry smile. "You're attracted to him," she said, grinning wickedly.

She looked all-too smug. Jorgen's eyes narrowed. His newly-discovered dominant side demanded that he put the little elven sexpot in her place. Somehow, the big dom managed to suppress his urges, and forced the conversation back on track.

"I thought we just agreed that 'he' was a 'she.' I'm obviously a little confused by all of this but," Jorgen sighed, sucking it up, "yes, I find Eanil attractive. And no I don't plan on acting on that, hence the cold water treatment.

"Anyway, I've heard enough for now. I think I hear your husband trying to climb up the side of the boat," he gestured aft. "Help 'him' out while I put on some clothes."

When Jorgen finally returned to the deck, he wore a loose linen shirt over his massive torso, securely laced up to his thick neck, and a lightweight wool cloak - just to be safe. He brought a spare blanket for the elves.

He found them huddling on the bench, Riani trying to warm her husband's hands.

"Here," he said, and tossed the blanket to Riani. She caught it and offered a grateful smile, accompanied by an entirely unnecessary wink, then wrapped the blanket around her husband's small trembling form.

Jorgen moved as far away as he could and still hold a conversation.

"How are you feeling, Eanil?"

"Cold," came the grumpy reply.

"And your libido?" Jorgen prompted.

"Better," Eanil said, after a few moments of silence.

"Good. Next on the agenda: What were you hoping to find when you two swam over here? And I'm going to forget the crossbow bolt," he looked pointedly at the little inorei before continuing, "So we'll just focus on the thieving."

The elves were sitting upright now, and looked at each other before turning slowly towards their huge captor. He saw Riani gulp. They looked like a pair of guilty Areisian schoolgirls awaiting their doom in the hallway outside the headmistress' office.

"Sir, please remember we have a child," was all Riani said in their defense. Eanil just stared, eyes unfocused.

Jorgen resisted the urge to toy with the pair. Life had not been kind to these two.

"Alright you silly little elves, I'm not going to hurt you. Just tell me what you hoped to find. Tell me what you need out here."

"What we need?," Eanil spoke up. "We need food, clothing, ropes, fishing gear, friends, family, security, and most importantly, and impossibly, a place for our daughter to grow up safely.

"What we were hoping to find was anything we could get."

"Alright, fair. First, I'll leave most of my rations and all my extra supplies. I hope that helps in the short term.

"Longer-term there are a couple of things. My half-elf, umm, girlfriend I guess, is staying in Coldwater. She was raised by her aunt Elaine, a very nice human woman. So, that's one option. I'm sure she'd know how to care for your daughter, and I think she would want to help.

"Also, I'm going into Westhaven on a sort of quest."

They looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Well, I am. Would you like me to find your elder, maybe talk to them about you coming home?"

He continued before they could answer. "And, I'm going to talk to.. someone about a safe place for exiled elves in the Faewyld. This isn't right. I assume you're not the only ones?"

"There are a few, but it's a hard life. We're all in hiding. Humans find all sorts of ways to take advantage of us. I've been expecting you to make your move, honestly, since you captured us," Eanil admitted.

"Alright, that's a longer term thing. I'd like exiles to stop altogether, but that will take some doing. I'll see what I can do for you three in the meantime. Sound good?"

"Why? I mean I really appreciate what you're saying, Jorgen, but what are you getting out of this?" asked Riani.

"Honestly, probably nothing. I think what's happened to the elves is tragic in the extreme, and I will do anything I can to help. Plus, as I said, I'm on a quest from.. a higher power. She wants to help the elves more than anyone.

"Does that answer your question?"

The two elves only nodded. Good enough.

"Alright, the sun's up in a couple hours. head back- wait, you didn't have wet clothes when you came aboard. How did that work?"

Eanil smiled brightly, looking proud of himself. That was nice to see.

"There's a waterproof bag at the back of the boat. We put our clothes in it before we swam over."

"Naked."

"Naked," Riani confirmed.

"Alright. I asked.

"I'm going to get a couple hours of sleep. I'll pull The Starfish over to your dock when the sun's up. I assume it's deep enough?"

"Yeah it should be. It's ten feet deep there, or so."

"Perfect. Good night," the barbarian said as he turned and walked down into the cabin and his waiting hammock.

Jorgen slept in. The sun had been up for at least an hour before the big barbarian emerged from The Starfish's cabin. He grabbed a bar of soap and hopped overboard for his daily bath in the cold western ocean.

Drying off on deck, still buck naked, was of course the moment that Eanil and Riani appeared at the end of their dock to wave and call out their good mornings. He was a couple hundred feet away, but it was just such a predictable scene that he had to shake his head.

The big man got dressed and pulled The Starship up to the little dock, then tossed a line to Eanil. He made sure to keep his distance while they unloaded all the supplies he could spare.

He cornered Riani before he set out. He wanted to ask about the fog.

"The fog? The Loreius. It's a natural phenomenon, but it's pretty mysterious. Warm winds move southwest from central Areis and are pushed up by the Lorei mountains. High enough to condense into fog, but not enough to cross the mountains, and not energetic enough to create storms. It just produces a steady stream of fog which follows the wind, out to sea.

"Just as the fog passes out from the shadow of the mountain range, it's hit by a prevailing southerly wind which creates a sort of vortex with the wind coming from the east along the mountains. It's all very complicated and also involves the cold ocean current that wells up here."

"Alright, pretty interesting. Is it safe to sail through it?"

"As far as I know, it's just fog. As for the winds my impression is that it's a strong steady breeze that you should be able to tack through. It's not violent like a storm or anything."

"Perfect, thank you, Riani. Give my best to Eanil. He's looking at me like a piece of meat again and I don't want to risk imprinting him."

"You could just take him," Riani said, as casually as can be.

"Take him?"

"Fuck him. He doesn't even have to tell me how bad he wants it, I know. And he's not the only one."

"Alright, we are not having this conversation."

"Oh," Jorgen remembered an important detail, "you haven't told me the name of your village, or your elder."

The beautiful little elf smiled sadly. He wanted to give her a hug, but retrained himself.

"We're from Selani Village. It's about thirty miles down the coast from the mountains. Tiana is the elder."

"Got it," he said before jumping onto the deck. Riani unmoored the boat and tossed him the lines.

"Good luck you two," called out the golden-maned barbarian, looking like some sort of seagoing demigod as he steered the little boat away from the dock.

"I'm in love," said Riani, watching Jorgen sail away.

"I can still feel his voice vibrating my bones," her husband said, staring after the big barbarian.

"And that smell, goddess!" she groaned. "I've been leaking like a faucet since last night. It's a fucking swamp down there."

"Did you see that bulge? It was soft! How is that even possible?" Eanil asked, almost panting.

"Of course I did. It's something beyond 'bulge' when It's hanging down that far. He was bigger than your forearm.

"Which.." she purred, tracing a delicate finger along Riani's slim shoulder, "gave me an idea. Come on, I want you to fist me, as deep as you can, while you tell me about that massive cock stretching your tight little ass. I'll give your cute little twinky a tug if you get me off before Reina wakes up from her nap."

Eanil grinned and dragged his wife back to their little shack. He couldn't remember the last time either of them had been horny.

Jorgen, oblivious to the lewd elves, exited the bay and pointed The Starfish south.

Time to brave the fog.

Chapter 8: Elysian Shore

Summary:

This is a very short chapter, I might expand it later. Feedback would be appreciated. What details about the forest would you like to know about? Any little mini-events that would be cool to see?

The next chapter is a long one with a fateful encounter.

There is new NSFW art on my https//NonSequiter

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Chapter Eight: Elysian Shore

Jorgen returned to consciousness slowly. It was hot, and his skin was chafed. Sand. The sound of gulls. He was laying face down on a beach.

The big man pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He took a moment to take a few deep breaths and coughed out a few ounces of saltwater. Finally he got his legs under himself, and rose to his feet.

Looking around, the first thing he noticed was the debris. He recognized the chipped and faded paint on various bits of splintered wood. The Starfish.

"Thank you girl, we had fun," he said to the bits of wood and rope. He found a keg of water and, miraculously, his pack. He must have grabbed it when he went overboard. Not that he remembered.

Nothing else was salvageable. His sword and armor had gone down with the boat. He did have his hunting knife, still strapped to the outside of his boot.

Jorgen looked down at himself. His trousers were dirty but didn't seem damaged. His shirt, however, was torn to shreds. It was warm enough that he didn't need it for now, so he wadded it up and shoved it into his pack. Maybe he could salvage it somehow, later. He had one spare of each in his pack, along with a few clean undershorts. He'd save them for when he needed to be presentable. First things first.

The beach was curved around a small indentation, not quite a cove. About 20 feet up from the shoreline, palm trees lined the beach, with crowded undergrowth beneath them. Behind the stand of palms he could see the canopies of much larger trees. A forest then. Had he reached Westhaven? The growth on the north side of the mountains wasn't nearly this lush.

He waded a few yards out into the waves and looked south. The cove he was in turned out to be the lee of a small peninsula that had been hidden by palms. It looked to extend west a few miles before ending in a rocky point. Next, his gaze followed the coast to the north. There. In the far distance he could see the Lorei mountains. He estimated them to be thirty miles or more up the coast.

Jorgen decided to see the forest through the trees. He had to hack through some undergrowth at the shoreline. Clearing the last of some annoying vines, he looked up into the filtered light of the forest.

He felt like he'd entered a great, solemn temple.

The underside of the canopy was at least seventy-five feet from the ground. A few branches crisscrossed lower down, but most of the space between the trunks and beneath the canopy was open air. The trunks of the huge trees were set apart fifty feet or more. It gave a sense of an enormous hall, distant roof held up by great pillars.

The ambient light was a soft green, and golden sunlight dappled the tree trunks and forest floor. There were clumps of plants, like ferns, but most of the forest floor was soft, dark soil or leaves. The air here was cool and fresh, with the slightest hint of sweetness, perhaps flowers or fruit. Birds could be heard in the canopy high overhead, their vibrant songs added music to the great natural hall.

No doubt about it. This was elf country. He'd finally reached Westhaven.

Jorgen could see a few paths that led deeper into the forest. He studied them for tracks. There was no doubt that he wasn't alone, but the trails seemed mostly used by animals. He had seen deer tracks, and a set of large clawed paw prints. If the elves lived here, they were living quietly.

The forest floor was covered, outside of clumps of moss and ferns, and mushrooms, in soft decomposing leaf litter. It silenced his heavy footfalls, as if enforcing a certain reverence. The barbarian felt he should heed that. He was the intruder here, after all.

After an hour, he found a trail of sorts. It seemed to lead southeast, and so he followed it. He hadn't heard a sound yet besides the birds, and no other tracks than those of animals.

Then he heard it. Whistling. Jorgen froze and tried to find its source. North and east, he though. Off the path. He wasn't overly attached to the trail and he knew where to find at least one elf. It was as good a place to start as any.

The big man moved cautiously through the forest. He wanted to avoid stumbling unpreparedly into any situations. There. Up ahead, massive roots extended from the largest tree he'd seen yet.

Between two of these roots, Jorgen could just see a platinum silver head, hair held back in a ponytail, bobbing. The person it was attached to was hidden behind the trunk. The whistling had gone silent, but Jorgen assumed that this elf had been the source.

The barbarian decided to swing wide so he could find out more before he announced himself. He had to jump over a smaller root to round the tree.

A minute later, the barbarian took in the scene before him. It wasn't what he had expected.

Chapter 9: Selene

Summary:

Feedback, please.

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Chapter Nine: Selene

Jorgen had found a surprisingly tall elf. Perhaps five-foot-ten, he thought.

She was lithe, toned, athletic, and very feminine. She was wearing a simple blouse that showed off her long arms and slightly-muscled abdomen, and a set of short trousers that hugged her hips and an absolutely perfect, shapely, rounded backside. His eyes traced the lines of the elf's long, toned thighs, from where they emerged, down to her clearly strong, but softly-rounded calves.

Jorgen took a few more moments to admire the elven huntress' long, graceful legs, while she crouched and flexed over her kill. He thought they flowed like water but hinted at explosive power.

She also wore a leather belt with several pouches and a sheath for her knife, and there was a large pack beside her.

He could see that her hips flared just slightly. Her respectable bust, which was less than a handful for the big barbarian, looked large on her frame.

And she was utterly stunning. Aleisa herself couldn't compete.

The beautiful, graceful elf was skinning a carcass. Her head bounced as she separated its skin, her silver-blonde ponytail swinging as she worked. Jorgen knew he was oversexed, but still felt a little embarrassed for assuming she was doing something else.

Just then, a shadowy figure moved silently and gracefully along one of the massive roots, right towards the hollow where the elf was busy cleaning her prey.

She was the prey, now.

Selene sensed it more than heard it. She looked up from her kill, a young buck, just in time to see a shadow leopard silently launching itself towards her kneeling figure. How could something so big be so silent? She didn't have time to react.

The young elven ranger had always known there was a risk venturing this deep into the Asena woods alone, and she had been careless.

It was all over in an instant. She didn't even have a chance to scream.

Suddenly, a huge bulk smashed into the leopard's side with an audible crunch. The massive cat went spinning, then hit the forest floor, and slid almost a dozen feet. It crashed heavily against one of the giant tree's roots.

The creature regained its footing with its huge claws, yowling in pain and rage as the heavy, agile cat leapt to the side and dropped into a crouch.

It was eleven feet long, nose to tail, and weighed at least 300 hundred pounds. It had deadly five-inch claws and a crushing bite in its massive jaw, where three inch canines would be able to pierce any bone.

Its spotted pattern was so dark that it was almost black, and Selene knew it could fade into the forest shadows like a ghost.

Selene's savior whirled to face the beast, his knife ready. The leopard snarled and the massive human roared, his heroic figure and golden mane convinced Selene that the lions had raised a deity.

The leopard crouched, growling ominously, and then leaped with its powerful hind legs, directly away from the terrifying barbarian. It disappeared into the forest shadows, like it had never been there at all.

The statuesque god turned and smiled down at the crouching elf. She threw herself at his feet in prostration, or worship.

Jorgen sheathed his knife and kneeled down, his knee sinking into the soft litter. He put a massive paw on the girls head and pet her silky hair, soothingly.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," she mumbled, keeping her face in the dirt.

"Want to explain why you're trying to become one with the dirt?"

She finally raised her head and looked at him.

"I am at fault, for letting a leopard sneak up on me. You saved my life. I owe you everything."

Jorgen chuckled.

"This is serious," she said, looking fierce.

There was no way Selene was going to pass up a chance like this. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, or even imagined. More. There was something happening here, with this human. She just had to see where it would lead.

The massive human watched as the lithe elf shifted gracefully into a kneeling position. She took a deep breath, her long athletic torso expanding as she inhaled.

Selene looked up to follow the contours of the human's masculine face, to find his eyes, the deepest blue she'd ever seen. They seemed so gentle. She could get lost in those eyes.

"Focus," she thought. She exhaled and began to speak.

"What I am about to do will change the course of my life, human. You have saved my life in the most heroic display I have ever seen. When an elf is saved by a hero, she should offer a life debt. You have my life, human."

Jorgen studied the young beauty. Her long silvery -blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few stray locks falling free.

Her eyes.

The elf's intense steel gray eyes flashed with emotion and determination . She looked intelligent and fierce, like a force of nature. Jorgen stared into them for long moments. He couldn't place it. But he was seeing something primal and powerful. He loved it.

He r graceful ears rose up more than out, the long lower lobes curving elegantly up to her pointed tips, which extended to about two inches beneath the top of her head. More surprisingly, he noticed that her ears had subtly moved. Something about this confrontation had them pressed closer to her skull, reminding him somehow of an angry kitten .

The elf's cheekbones were high and elegant , while gently rounded cheeks added to her youthful appearance. H er bow-shaped lips were soft but not overly-full, and gave the impression of an expressive, passionate young woman. Her proud jaw, strong, but feminine, was clenched as she stared up bravely at the huge barbarian .

She had a subtly rounded, sturdy chin that was quivering slightly as Jorgen studied her face. Her lovely nose had a gentle curve that turned up slightly. Her fair skin had a healthy sun-kissed color, with a youthful flush across her cheeks.

She had a faint dusting of lightly-colored freckles across the bridge of her nose and upper cheeks. A lot like Lillie, Jorgen thought. But, this elven woman was exquisite. Powerfully, divinely beautiful, compared to Lillie's sweet, exuberant sexiness.

The rest of the elf was just as gorgeous. She had an elegant neck, not overly thin, that flowed gracefully from her lovely collarbone to her curving jawline, in a line you could follow to the tips of her pointed ears.

Her shoulders were feminine without being narrow or delicate, and he could see her athleticism as he followed the soft curve of her shoulders down through the lithe length of her arms, ending in feminine, but capable hands. Her exposed youthful skin was impossibly smooth, and looked as firm as it did soft, begging to be touched.

Her blouse fit her lithe figure well, so he could trace the outline of her elegant torso and slender waist, where the fabric ended, exposing the healthy skin of her toned abs and well-proportioned hips - not wide, but not quite boyishly slender.

The blouse had more room at the front, and hung open at the collar as she kneeled before him. He followed its open neckline and could see full, perky breasts with succulent pink nipples. They begged to be suckled and nipped. Her high perky breasts would be a solid handful for a normal man, and looked spectacular on her athletic frame.

Focusing back on her face, he watched her blow a stray lock of silky hair from the corner of her mouth. He couldn't help but to reach forward and gently push it behind her elven ear, tracing his fingertips along its long, soft outer lobe as he drew his hand away.

Her breath caught and her nostrils flared, and she squinted her eyes as if trying to figure out what was happening and how to respond. What was that scent? Her ears twitched briefly and her soft lips parted, peeling slowly apart as the tip of her pink tongue ran along her lower lip.

"Aren't you a little tall for an elf?" Jorgen said, hoping to buy time to decide course of action. This seemed like an important moment.

Or perhaps not.

The elf hadn't responded, and her steely eyes were no longer squinting in fierce determination. Now they were large, wide and unfocused. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing had quickened. Her lips were parted and her small tongue was resting on her lower lip. She was panting. He could see the pulse throbbing in her neck and the flushed skin of her chest, neck and cheeks.

This wasn't good.

The big man started to back away, but it was too late. The athletic elf leapt towards him and wrapped around his right thigh, burying her face in the muscles of his abdomen, nose pressed against his skin, inhaling his scent. Her drooling tongue was licking his muscles in the most depraved display of eroticism that he'd ever experienced.

The elf's right hand found his cock and squeezed hard enough that Jorgen winced, and her left was vigorously groping his ass. She was surprisingly strong. He had to struggle to stay standing, and to not give into this insane elf's assault. By now she was stroking his hardening length through the fabric of his trousers and grinding her crotch on the leather of his boot.

"Stop!' the barbarian bellowed. The elf froze. Not a muscle moved, her hand gripped his length painfully, frozen mid-squeeze.

Jorgen didn't dare move himself, for fear of disturbing the uneasy peace. He spoke calmly and soothingly.

"Girl, get a hold of yourself. You're not well. Try to focus on my voice, alright?"

The crazy beautiful elf still hadn't moved, but she was looking up at him now, which was quite the sight, with her drooling pink tongue still flattened against his stomach.

"How about you start by pulling your face away slowly, and closing your mouth?"

Her head withdrew from his stomach, and she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she looked at him pleadingly , with those huge steely eyes. She was trembling slightly, and her ears were pinned against her h ead. A tear fell from the corner of one eye, joining the drool covering most of her face.

"It's alright," Jorgen soothed, "Now try to let go of me, and step away. Don't worry, I'll stay here. Just back up."

The elf seemed to come to, and looked at her own body, as if surprised to find her own limbs . She managed to shuffle backwards and rested on her heels, her hands flopping into her lap. She suddenly looked small and lost.

Jorgen knew that he needed to be a soothing, calming presence . " Now, how about you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths?"

The girl complied, and he took a step back and sat, resting his back against one of the large tree roots . He closed his eyes and sighed, then spoke, projecting calm.

"I think you imprinted on me. Does that sound right?"

The girl's voice was a quiet, melodic sound, even though it was barely above a whisper.

" Yes. Tha t sounds right."

"I've heard you'll be in trouble if anyone finds out?"

She didn't respond right away, so he opened his eyes to see what had happened. The slender little elf was curled up in a fetal position. She was chewing on the tip of her thumb. It would be adorable if the situation was a little less intense.

"What's your name?"

"Selene," she whispered after a moment.

"Hello Selene. I'm Jorgen.

"So, listen" the big man continued, "or, let me ask this first. Do you pray to Aleisa?"

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, but didn't move.

" Yes. She's become our .. main goddess, I guess you would say. "

"Alright, that's a good starting place.

"Just listen to my voice, breathe, and try to keep your mind away from sex."

"Goddess of sex," she mumbled.

"Yes just.. listen, and breathe, alright?"

The overwhelmed elf just nodded.

"Aleisa came to me in a vision, about a month ago. The short of it is that she wanted me to do exactly what I just did. Come to Westhaven and get imprinted by as many elves as I could handle."

Selene was looking at the big man now, and she'd stopped chewing the tip of her thumb. Her eyes were moving through a complex array of expressions and emotions, no doubt dealing with some inner conflicts and more than a few questions.

" Take a deep breath, Selene."

She complied, and closed her eyes.

"Good. That's good.

"Aleisa thinks that if join a trio, and help with that special elven arousal, then the inorei and female elves will be able to conceive, more easily anyway.

"Don't worry, I gave her a litany of reasons why this was a bad idea. She hung me by my ankles in a dark void for it."

Selene snorted and sputtered at that. Her face was a mess, practically covered in dirty drool. All the exposed skin of her sweaty figure had attracted just as much dirt. Her white blouse had turned brown, and her darker shorts were darker still. In short, she looked like she'd been rolling around in mud.

And she was still absolutely gorgeous.

"So, Aleisa told me to shut up and do my job as her champion, and she'll worry about the details. Oh also I'm to 'become the duke.' Though I'd appreciate it if we could keep that close, for now."

"You're literally insane. I've ruined my life for an insane person. A huge, gorgeous, obscenely sexy, huge, ridiculously well-endowed, absurdly muscular, huge, massive, masculine, humongous, god-like, HUGE barbarian, with golden hair, and beautiful blue eyes, who's insane. And huge," the overwhelmed elf rambled.

"That was a lot. Focus please. Also forget about the fucked up duke thing. I did, until a minute ago.

"Plus if anyone is insane it's that goddess of yours."

"What happens when you insult a goddess, again?," Selene asked, lips curling into a hint of a smile.

"That's a fair point.

"Anyway, let's figure out what to do. I don't suppose you can hide being imprinted?"

"No way, I'm barely holding it together. And it wouldn't be right to lie. My mother is the village elder, her daughter can't flaunt the law," she said. Selene's fierce pride had made a brief appearance when she talked about her mother.

He got the impression that she was an idealist, and probably her mother's strongest supporter. He thought she seemed like a tomboyish princess, a noble young lady who wanted to be a paladin, or the king's champion, who needed to prove her strength and capabilities, to hold her own against any man, to be better leader than any prince could be. He really admired that.

Then he realized elves didn't have men, nor princes. Any leader would be a woman, or an inorei. The whole idea of a tomboy was silly here. So he decided to call her 'tomboy princess' anyway. Jorgen knew he was weird.

"Alright. Here's a question," Jorgen started. His mind was now circling on an idea.

"What takes precedence in your laws, a punishment for getting imprinted, or the duty of a life debt?"

"There isn't much more sacred than a life debt. It's ancient, predating any other laws that we have. What are you saying?"

"Well, if I accept this life debt, and claim the imprinting was my idea? Or I just demanded sex and you didn't have a choice. Something like that."

"I won't lie..

"But, if you were to demand sex, I wouldn't necessarily need to advertise that I had imprinted from your scent like a slut..

"The slutty elf that I am," Selene crumpled again, resuming the fetal position from earlier.

The weight of all this finally caught up to Jorgen. He'd bound this young woman to him, maybe for life - his anyway. And she was miserable. He had to do something.

The big man crawled over to the little elf and rested his massive paw on her shoulder. His thick fingers slowly traced and caressed the line of her collarbone, smearing the dirt around.

"Hey. Is there somewhere we can bathe? You're a hot mess, and I think a cleaning up might make us both feel better."

"Oh no," she blurted out, her eyes going wide. "I forgot about the buck. I need to finish that before we do anything else."

"Sure, do that," he said, giving her shoulder a final squeeze before standing up.

Selene walked over to the dead buck and crouched down to finish skinning. She was trembling, but looked capable enough.

"Please be careful with that knife, little huntress."

Selene paused and took a deep breath. She nodded and got back to work, looking a little more steady.

Jorgen looked around and found his knife and his pack. He really was looking forward to that bath. The whole situation was messy and he felt like getting clean would bring clarity, somehow. "A metaphor, probably," he mused.

"Done. I'm going to leave the meat for that leopard. The skin is enough."

"Let's take some."

Jorgen had some oiled leather, and wrapped a few large chunks in it.

"You're not much of a butcher."

"Nobody's perfect."

She had folded the buck skin neatly and tied it with some strips of leather. Now covered in mud, blood and bodily fluids, the beautiful elf stood up and lifted her pack to her shoulder.

"Ready?," she asked?

"Lead the way."

Jorgen was enjoying the view as the dirty, sexy elf led him through the forest cathedral. He was aware enough of their surroundings to notice that the sun could be glimpsed through various gaps in the canopy, and was well past its zenith. They probably had two or three hours until sunset.

Lost in watching her toned ass as they moved through the trees, he didn't notice the sound of water at first. It sounded like a waterfall.

"We're here," she said , a few minutes later .

A waterfall it was. They had been moving downhill, in what Jorgen thought was a southerly direction. Their path had intersected with a small clear stream that cut a shallow channel in the forest floor. The streambed was composed of large pebbles and small rocks. It flowed from north-east, he thought.

The pair followed that for a couple dozen feet until the stream simply disappeared ahead of them, falling over a ten foot cliff. The exposed rocks were dark, almost black, and grew moss or lichen in green clumps. It poured into a smooth pool, perhaps fifteen feet across, where the water had eroded a shallow hole into a shelf of the dark rock.

The result was a flat, solid-rock beach of sorts that extended away from the clear pool on two sides. The pool slipped over the edge of the shelf on its south edge. Any exposed edges of the rock were smooth and worn. Jorgen could see the bottom clearly from above. No fish or plants, just rock. It looked to be three or four feet deep nearest the cliff, under the waterfall.

Jorgen followed Selene down a more gradual incline east of the cliff, which intersected the shelf at the bottom. He walked around the pool to look south. The big man avoided stepping on several patches of moss, but noticed that Selene had stopped in a large patch of it.

The stream fell three feet into a smaller, shallower pool that narrowed until the stream continued south through the forest.

In short, it was a beautiful spot.

"The brook drains into the Thillaloni, about 2 miles south. We'll cross the river on the way to my village," Selene explained when Jorgen returned from his brief exploration.

" I stop here often ," she said , gesturing to a small firepit on the edge of her patch of moss. She had dropped her pack and the deer skin on the ground nearby. "The water is clean and sweet and the rock is smooth underfoot, and this moss is soft enough to sleep on."

Jorgen set his pack down and began stripping his clothes before thinking better of it. He should at least try to take things slow, and he knew she was struggling to stay in control. Naked bathing wasn't going to help.

"I'm going to let you go first. I'll explore downstream a bit while you get cleaned up."

Selene's eyes had gone wide at the sight of him reaching to undo his trousers, and were still scanning his sculpted abs and pecs .

"Eyes up."

She blinked away the lust-filled expression and found Jorgen's eyes, looking guilty.

"This is impossible," she groaned in obvious frustration. "Just go, give me twenty minutes."

He nodded and turned to give her some space.

"And thanks, Jorgen."

The barbarian was glad to get away for a moment and have a chance to think. He picked his way along the stream, and was soon lost in thought.

"I probably just need to do it," he thought. "She's not going to budge on lying to her mother, so it's sex or exile. And she's desperate for sex. A good fucking is exactly what she needs."

Jorgen realized that it was pretty strange, having to talk himself into having sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"This is why Aleisa sent me here. She clearly wants to help the elves, and she believes I can help. I should probably try to have some faith, right?" he asked himself.

Faith was a pretty novel concept to the big barbarian. Ania had been more religious, and she always made a small sacrifice to each of the gods on their holidays.

Ania. Jorgen was so far away from what he'd been, what his life with Ania had been. And yet, somehow, that seemed like the right track. To embrace change, and forge a new path. He decided to trust in his instincts, and the goddess.

Jorgen reached a small glade where a tree had fallen some time ago, opening up the canopy. A fifteen foot wide stump sat at the center of the clearing, and a small tree was growing up through it, it's soil the decomposing roots of the dead tree. Late afternoon sun reached a patch of grass at the edge of the clearing, it was a warm, peaceful spot. He took off his boots and set them aside, then lay down and closed his eyes.

"Just do what's right, and follow their lead. " he thought.

A soft breeze brushed across his skin as he took a deep breath and let it out, clearing his mind.

Selene was amazing. He saw no downside to having her in his life, and it didn't seem like he had a lot of choice. He'd changed her life, for better or worse. She would never be able to 'get over him,' according to Aleisa. His absence would only hurt her.

Having decided, all that was left was to give the elven huntress what she needed, and he planned to give her that and more. He grabbed his boots and followed the stream back to the waterfall.

Jorgen didn't see Selene as he approached, but as he climbed the small rise to the shelf where the pool sat, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Selene watched Jorgen's huge form as he turned away. The huge muscles in his arms and broad sculpted back rippled as he moved. He was unexpectedly graceful for someone so very large. She thought back to how he tackled the shadow leopard. He'd appeared out of nowhere and slammed into it with the force of a... she couldn't think of anything she'd seen in her life that had so much power. It was thrilling, and terrifying.

The young elf couldn't believe how this day had turned out. She'd kissed her husband goodbye and he'd wished her luck on what should have been a normal, everyday hunt. Now she had a life debt and was IMPRINTED on a human she'd met only an hour ago. She was planning to take him home to meet her family, where she would introduce him as her master. He life was utterly unrecognizable.

And all she really wanted to think about was his gorgeous body, his delicious smell, his power, his masculinity. She wanted to get those trousers of of him and..

The graceful elf growled in feline frustration, fists clenched at her sides, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Her body trembled and she began to flush, sweat beaded on her filthy skin. She opened her eyes and took a long, slow breath, and then a second.

Her hands found their way to her stomach, caressing herself with her short fingernails as she pulled her blouse over her head, tossing it to the ground. Her nipples had been rock hard since she first caught Jorgen's scent. She squeezed and twisted her thick nubs, the combination of pain and pleasure brought her some relief.

She traced her fingers down her toned abdomen to find the laces of her shorts, and they joined her blouse on the rocky ground. She peeled out of her flimsy underpants and stepped into the pool.

She felt better almost immediately. She moved to the center of the pool, where water just reached the lips of her burning pussy. She hadn't dared touch herself, not sure if she'd have been able to stop. The cool water danced over her lips, soothing and tantalizing.

The lithe young elf stood there in the pool, blissfully unaware of anything but the sensations of her body. Her arms moved to her chest, each hand gripping a sensitive breast, gently squeezing and caressing herself, occasionally finding a nipple for a shock of pleasure. She spread her long athletic legs and rolled her hips slowly, feeling the water caress her sensitive lips.

She imagined Jorgen's massive hands cupping her tits, the soft fur of his beard tickling her lower lips as she ground against his handsome face. She would reach back to grip his utterly massive manhood. His COCK.

Selene's pussy began to flow, more lubrication washing away with every roll.

She felt bad for her husband. For all the inorei. It must be terrible to know how inadequate their equipment is for anything beyond the basics of reproduction. And even in that they were successful so rarely.

The athletic young elf began to grunt softly with her thrusts.

She thought Ari's penis was pretty, cute, she enjoyed having it in her mouth, rolling it's tiny length on her tongue as she watched him squirm, until he grunted, a few drops of salty fluid for a reward. It was fun enough. But she knew now, like never before, even with her genetic memories: a woman needed a man. A human. A cock. Every elf knew it, and every elf wanted it. That was their fate.

Now it was visceral for Selene. She felt the need with every cell in her body.

That cock. She knew it might hurt, but she didn't care. She needed to be taken, to be fucked, to feel his massive bulk as he pinned her down and plumbed her deepest depths.

Her hand was reaching for her clit when she caught herself. She was told to get clean. By her master. That thought set her hips bucking wildly and she came, gently, but it was a relief all the same.

Then she did something she had never even considered before. She allowed her bladder to release as her orgasm washed over her, the relief on her bladder and the warmth of it adding to her pleasure.

The act of letting it all go, with no thought for propriety.

Selene felt changed. More sexual, more alive. That feeling alone was enough to affirm her choice, if she could even call it that, to bind herself to the big human.

The young elf kneeled, resting her ass on the heels of her feet. The water came up to her neck, and she began running her hands over her soft, sensitive skin, the flow carrying away her dirt and her reservations.

She was going to give herself entirely to the golden barbarian, and her husband was going to have to accept it, to accept him into our lives. She knew he would, and she would make sure he knew that she still loved him, no matter what.

Selene climbed out of the pool and laid on a patch of cool moss, skin and nipples pebbling as the cool air slowly dried her clean skin.

"Time to get ready for him," she decided.

The lithe naked elf spread her long legs wide and and reached between her thighs to feel her small delicate folds, already slippery wet. He would have to be gentle, but she hoped he wasn't too gentle. A human shouldn't be gentle. A human! And he was so handsome. And huge.

She continued stroking her folds. She was wetter than she had ever been, viscous fluid virtually poured from her entrance. She ran her fingers through it and caressed every fold, spreading her lubrication from her asshole to her clit and every spot in between. Another orgasm was building when she heard heavy footfalls on the stream bed below.

She kept her eyes closed, still stroking her folds. Her orgasm slipped away but this was for him now. He would see exactly what she was doing. She'd made sure to orient herself so that her core would be the first thing he saw, her flower spread open to welcome his mighty tool. It thrilled her to be so shameless, and there was no way he'd be able to resist.

Jorgen cleared the rise and froze. The scene was more erotic than he could possibly describe. The lewd elf was rolling her hips, grinding her hairless mound against her palm, fingers dancing over her engorged lips. Her long toned legs were spread so wide he could see her tiny pink asshole winking at him while her powerful glutes flexed in time with her rolling hips. His gaze traveled up her body as he climbed the rise and stood over the young elf. watching her ride waves of wild lust.

Selene's abdominal muscles were tensing and her chest was heaving. Her left hand pinched a nipple while her right breast, looking lonely, jiggled as she began to fuck herself more vigorously. The elf's dexterous fingers were strumming violently across her folds now, as her palm ground against her clit. He could hear her wetness, splashing sounds as her hips rose off the ground.

Her left hand slid down to take control of her clit, as the right sent two fingers into her sloppy channel. She fingered herself vigorously, juices spraying as she worked.

Finally Selene's whole body seized, arching off the ground, lean muscles straining and flexing as the gorgeous elf cried out wordlessly in a high, clear voice. Her fingers pumped a few more times and a jet of liquid sprayed from her engorged, twitching cunt. It splashed the rock at Jorgen's feet.

It was all indescribably beautiful.

The smell of her arousal nearly drove him mad. his nostrils flared and his cock was straining against his trousers. He struggled to stay in control. He wanted to do this right, but he hadn't been expecting a scene like this. He knew it was for his benefit, and she probably wanted him to just spear his cock into her waiting entrance.

In fact, maybe he should do just that. He did say he was going to give her what she needed.

"What are you waiting for?"

Jorgen's eyes flicked up to Selene's face. Her right hand was resting on her forehead, her chest was still heaving and sweat glistened across her entire gorgeous body, but her eyes were open and studying his face. Then her left hand slid down her belly until it reached her lips, spreading them open in the most explicit invitation he could imagine.

Selene watched silently as the towering barbarian took in every detail of her body. She loved spreading herself before him like this. The massive bulge in his trousers had become a steel rod, pushing off his thigh to tent the fabric obscenely. She couldn't wait to see it.

She saw the moment that he made up his mind. His features relaxed, and the look on his face become dominant, predatory. He was a force of nature. She knew there was no stopping him now. She'd seen enough in her memories to know what came next. Though none of those involved a man the size of this impossible barbarian, with a cock the size of her arm.

Jorgen's eyes flashed in the fading sunlight, a golden god standing above her.

"You want me."

"Yes," Selene said simply, not moving.

"I'll take what I want, and you'll get what you need."

"Yes."

"You'll be mine."

"I already am."

With a flick of his wrist his laces were undone. The action drew her eyes to his rock hard abs. He snagged the waist with his thumbs and began to slowly pull them down. He saw her eyes fixed on his midsection. She was holding her breath, waiting. He would give her a show.

Selene watched as Jorgen slowly exposed himself. The hills of the human's glorious abs seemed endless. Elves had nothing like this. This was masculinity. She saw his hips came into view, drawing her eyes to the muscular V-shaped lines that promised to intersect in the holy land at the base of his cock. His blonde curls came next, and she wanted to grab a handful and tug his whole crotch into her face, to be enveloped in his scent.

Then, there it was. Selene felt like she'd been waiting her entire life for this. The trunk of his mighty tree. It was truly obscene. Inch after thick, veiny inch was exposed to her greedy eyes. She admired the soft-looking skin stretched over flesh of his straining shaft.

The lusty young elf was absentmindedly fingering herself as she enjoyed the show.

Her breath caught as the waist of the big man's trousers paused in its descent. It hung from the thick ridge around the enormous, apple-sized head. She could easily discern the brutal shapes through the fabric. His shaft was so long that his trousers were more than halfway to his knees before the monster finally sprang free.

It shot up until its rigid length stood at a forty-five degree angle, with the slightest upward curve, bringing the proud head of this massive barbarian cock to full attention. Precum dripped from his large slit. The thick flared ridge was a work of art. It was brutal and beautiful. She needed to feel that flesh in her mouth, but more importantly she needed that ridged head to fill her, to feel every vein as it stretched her virginal pussy to the breaking point.

She'd never had anything larger than three slender elven fingers inside of her. The memories said she could, maybe, take it, but that didn't keep her heart from fluttering. She gulped as Jorgen fell to his knees between her gloriously long legs, spread wide. Her eyes were fixed on his rock-hard cock as it bounced once, rebounding to hit his gorgeous abs with a meaty thwack, a smear of precum left behind.

"Wait," she said.

"What?" he growled. She felt it in her core. She was out of time.

"Two things," she started, talking fast.

"One, I'm married. He's my best friend and we were married last summer. He will understand."

"Inorei?"

"Yes."

Jorgen just nodded, eyes roaming her body impatiently, cock straining, a stream of precum flowing from his slit.

"Two, you have to accept my life debt."

"I accept. You're mine. Anything else?" His voice was husky now, and there was a dangerous glint in his usually gentle eyes.

"Don't be too gentle."

His massive hands grabbed her slim elven hips and gripped, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as his thumbs pressed into the flesh of her slim waist. Selene saw that his hands were so large that his thumbs and fingers could encircle her torso. She felt a thrill in how easily he could break her.

The barbarian lifted her hips and angled them to his satisfaction, effortlessly controlling her body. She felt like a ragdoll in his impossibly strong grip. She loved it.

She felt it then, he had positioned her hips so her entrance rested on the head of his cock. She was contorted by the angle but he just held her up with brute strength. Her lithe flexible figure handled the rest. She felt his pulse and the flow of precum as it joined the juices in her folds. She looked down her body at her hairless mound, but couldn't see what was happening.

"Selene."

The beautiful young elf's eyes snapped to Jorgen's face.

"Yes, master?"

She felt him twitch against her.

"Master?"

"The life debt, you are my master."

"We'll talk about that later."

"Take a deep breath, then slowly let it out," he said, his eyes were wild and intense but he seemed to be holding himself back.

She nodded and did as she was told. Before she finished her exhale, he slammed his hips forward with incredible force.

"AHHH!"

Selene screamed, her voice echoing off the trees .

He was inside her, and her whole world was his thick cock. His ridged, bulbous head had pushed inside, splitting her folds apart . Her channel squeezed and strained but had no chance to resist his iron girth.

Her vision was hazy, and she was vaguely aware of Jorgen's thick thumb on her clit, gently rubbing.

Selene had expected it to hurt, and it did. She hadn't expected the pain to feel so good. She was lost to this sensation. This fullness. Like she'd been empty her whole life, waiting to be filled by this man.

She felt his grip tighten on her hips as he pulled her off of him, her lips gripping just as tightly on the way out they had on the way in. He left his head just inside her body, allowing the elven huntress a moment to catch her breath. She could feel the shape of his flared head with every breath.

Jorgen looked down at his youthful conquest. She was spectacular. Her legs had wrapped naturally around his hips as he controlled her movements. But her arms flopped on the mossy ground above her lolling head. She made no attempt to slow or stop his massive cock from tearing her apart.

Her chest rose and fell and her skin glistened over her gorgeous tits, nipples plump and suckable. He held her in place on his cock and leaned forward to indulge himself.

She cried out when he caught a nipple in his teeth, and moaned as he gently sucked, his soft golden beard tickling her breast. Her body had begun to adjust and she was eager to feel him thrusting again. She wiggled her hips just enough for her massive mate to get the message.

He sat back on his heels again, appreciating the soft cushion of moss. He angled the elf's slender hips to his liking. The barbarian had only pushed about half of his length into her body on the first thrust. He'd felt her cervix kiss his head, but like Lillie, it was a soft and accommodating sensation. She could take more.

Lifting her an inch, he immediately slammed her hips back down. Her body went rigid and she cried out, wetness flooded their joining as she came, babbling "Oh fuck Jorgen oh goddess you're in me fuck fuuck!"

Jorgen let Selene ride out her orgasm, offering small grinding thrusts to keep her going. He was enjoying the feeling of her tight, fluttering channel against his shaft, and her fleshy cervix kissing the head of his cock. The entrance to her elven womb was latched on to his slit.

It was perfect, but he wasn't even close to done ruining this perfect elf.

The beautiful elf was still moaning and rolling her hips against the big barbarian's now-gentle thrusts. Wet squelching sounds accompanied his every movement. Jorgen lifted her hips again, almost entirely off his shaft. Only his huge head rested inside her entrance . He admired her pink inner lips, stretched over his girth, gripping tightly. As if to keep him from leaving her needy channel.

Jorgen wouldn't dream of it.

He checked on the beautiful elf. She was playing with her nipples, eyes closed and panting, the tip of her tiny pink tongue furtively exploring the edges of her soft, parted lips.

She looked to be on the verge of another orgasm, so the big man returned his thick thumb to her clit, massaging it in a circular pattern. That did it.

"AHHhggh," she moaned as her eyes shot open. Her hips jerked and her athletic body tensed and arched, breasts rising toward the sky . He chose that moment to strike.

He drove Selene's gushing pussy down onto his massive cock with ruthless, brutal force. T he impact of his thick head on the entrance to her womb forced her eyes to roll back. Her gushing pussy splashed against him as his pelvis impacted her own. She cried out as she took the barbarian's long girthy member to the very hilt.

Jorgen didn't bask in the accomplishment. The elf was trembling and spasming, moaning wordlessly and gasping for air in equal measure. Her deepest grunts seemed to originate in her belly, right at the head of his cock.

"Hnngghnhghhh"

It was music to his ears.

He pulled halfway out of the orgasmic elf. She was coated in slick sweat and utterly lost to the experience.

The massive barbarian thrust his cock into the gorgeous huntress again, and again, and again. He let his instincts take over now. A ll he could see was Selene's perfect body taking him, stretching to the breaking point to accommodate him, her firm tits bouncing with each stroke . All he could hear was her wordless song, and the splash and squelch of her tight gushing pussy.

"Uh...ugh..uh..uh," Selene grunted with every thrust.

Her whole body was his instrument, and she sang a song for him.

Jorgen felt the moment she came, and the moment after that, and the one after that. He plowed through each one relentlessly, slamming home time and again, pounding on her cervix as if he were demanding entrance to her womb with every thrust. He was taking his pleasure now.

He'd been holding back for too long.

The elf had given up all pretense of participating in the sex. The massive human was fucking her limp and helpless , and she was letting the experience wash over her .

Jorgen noticed the outline of his huge cock then, distending her flat, toned belly with each thrust.

"I can see myself inside you."

" Nngh ," was all she managed.

She had no idea how much time had passed, it might have been days.

" Mmas- "

She wanted to tell him she loved him, that he was everything to her. Her master . But her words had deserted her, as had her mind.

"Unnnggh," she grunted as another orgasm rocked her body. She was dimly aware that she was drooling onto the mossy ground .

"Unngh," she managed, trying to thank him, trying to say how much she loved him, how much she wanted this. She tried to say "I love you, Master."

"NNnnghhh," is all that came out.

Selene's mind went blank as Jorgen began fucking her hard and fast, his huge, swollen balls slapping wetly against her ass, her long legs bouncing as his thrusts grew even faster, more erratic.

"Uhnngggahhh," she tried, wanting to give him a word.

"Mmmmaaahh,"

H e wasn't sure if it was a scream or a moan. He was too close to care.

The barbarian slammed his massive tool into the beautiful elf with incredible force . Her whole body was jerking with the impact, and he could feel his climax approaching.

He grabbed the lithe elf by the back of her neck and effortlessly pulled her up into his arms even as he relentlessly fucked her . She was a limp doll in his hands , so he cradled her head, and kept thrusting, and thrusting.

"NNnn,"

"Ungh."

"NNnn."

"Nnn."

"Uh."

"NNn."

"NNnn."

"Ahh."

"Aaaahhh."

"Ahh."

"UNNNGGH,"

S elene had no idea how many times she'd come . She felt like she might slip from consciousness, but she new Jorgen was getting close and didn't want to miss it. She would hang on.

"Master UH Unnngghh come. Fill Uhhg mm please give oh Ahh Ah yes! Yes!"

She'd regained some strength and her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his hips as she came again. This time he was right there with her. He slammed home and held her, as deep as he could go, grinding her body against his, her clit, already overstimulated by his thick cock, was now ground mercilessly against his hard pelvic mound.

Jorgen's balls were churning now. His shaft and her channel, his head and her cervix had all merged into a single mass of flesh, joining barbarian and elf.

"UNNNGGGHHH"

With a primal, inhuman roar, Jorgen came, his massive member pumping cum deep into her body, the pressure of it forcing his cum right into her youthful womb . S tream after stream of thick, potent seed poured into the beautiful elf. The big barbarian hadn't come since his night with Lillie. It was a massive load.

Selene felt the hot flood of her master's release like a fire in her very soul. It was overwhelming, she thought she might die if the waves of pleasure kept up much longer. She just needed to hold on.

Jorgen let Selene's limp form fall away from his chest, supporting her back so he could admire her beautiful, ruined body, even as he continued to fill her with his cum. She moaned softly with every twitch.

The elf's flat belly, already showing the outline of Jorgen's pulsing cock, distended subtly as it filled with the inhuman volume of cum he was producing. It spurted from their joining each time he pumped another load into her body.

Satisfied, the big barbarian pulled the moaning elf back into his arms, holding her to his chest as the last twitches of his thick cock stirred her insides.

Selene knew that she was changed forever.

She felt it then, her barely conscious mind forming a connection to the potential in her womb. She had a choice.

She wanted it, wanted this man to quicken her with his seed.

But not now. They'd decide that together. Her master and her. And Arelyn too. Poor Lyn.

She let go then, and blacked out.

Chapter 10: A Strange Romance

Summary:

Jorgen and Selene discuss their lives together, and other stuff

Chapter Text

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This chapter contains a pissing scene. It's done in water and it's a one-off. It's a moment of sexual awakening, and won't be a theme after this. So, I'm not adding it to my tags. if I see a pissing tag on a story, I assume it's going to be non-stop watersports. As I said, this is a one-off, it hopefully comes off as natural, sensual, and erotic, and not depraved.

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Chapter Ten: A Strange Romance

A few hours later.

Selene awoke. It was dark, but there was a small fire in the firepit. She felt.. warm, and safe. It took the young elf a few moments to realize that she was curled up in Jorgen's lap. Her naked body was held close to the warmth of his muscular chest. She felt like a baby.

She noticed the thick length of Jorgen's soft cock under her ass, and couldn't help but wiggle a little, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. This felt nice.

The elf tilted her head to find the big man looking down at her, smiling gently.

"I hope you're okay," he said.

"Yeah," she replied, a bit hoarse, "I'm good. No, more than good. Jorgen, thank you."

Then Selene blushed and turned her head away. She felt embarrassed, shy.

Jorgen decided not to tease the vulnerable elf.

"Are you hungry?" he asked instead.

She realized then that her stomach was rumbling.

"Yes," she admitted.

Jorgen lifted her effortlessly, and gently set her on the soft, cool mossy ground. She enjoyed the sensation on her ass, so she stretched her long legs and reached for her toes. This pressed her enflamed lips down into the cool moss. Feeling wonderful, she watched the man who had changed her, ruined her in the best way imaginable.

The barbarian stood and walked to their packs. His towering mass was so agile, so beautiful. He bent to get something from his pack, and he enjoyed seeing his heavy balls - perfectly proportioned and not hanging too low - under his muscular ass. Then he turned back towards her, and she gasped.

Jorgen froze, then noticed Selene's eyes on his soft cock.

"You've seen it before, Selene."

"R-right, sorry."

The gorgeous, disheveled elf shook her head and blinked a few times. It took a few moments to shake off the lust-filled haze that had come over her.

"I.. I don't think I'll ever take that thing for granted. It does something to me. Like, my mind falls away and my womb takes over. It's empty and it needs that," she gestured at his cock, where her eyes remained fixed, "to fill it again. As soon as possible."

Jorgen stood still for a few moments, letting the lusty elf get her fill, but he was hungry and eventually that won out, to her disappointment.

"Can I use a few more of those?," he gestured to the small pile of sticks near the firepit.

"That's what they're there for. Behind the pile there are two that I use for spits. There are holes in the rock under the pit."

"Nice."

Jorgen selected a few sticks to add for some cooking heat. They were hardwood and about three-quarters to an inch. Nicely dry.

Selene just watched the massive, naked, divinely masculine human work. Every little muscle was catalogued.

While the fire got going, Jorgen figured out the spit. He used his knife and brute strength to split a stick lengthwise, getting a quarter-inch piece that was long enough to reach across the fire.

Then the barbarian violently impaled hacked-off chunks of raw venison onto the stick, then set it over the spit. Not perfect, the he thought, but fine for a couple of carnivores roughing it.

Finally Jorgen sat cross-legged on the soft moss, nearest the firepit. He handed his water skin to Selene, and pulled out some hardtack to nibble on.

The elf took a big pull of water. The barbarian appreciated her beautiful, graceful neck, curving elegantly as she tipped her head back, and swallowed.

"Thanks," she said, with a grateful smile. She was stunning, he thought. A goddess.

The two watched the fire silently as the meat began to drip on the burning sticks. It took about ten minutes to really get cooking, but then it only required a few minutes of Jorgen rotating the spit and trying not to burn himself.

"It's so warm at night here. It can't be more than five degrees cooler than it was as midday," Jorgen said, making conversation.

Selene had gotten up he realized, and suddenly her silent, sexy little feet appeared at Jorgen's side. She had piece of oiled leather of her own.

"You can use this for the cooked meat," she said, handing it to him, then replied to his comments on the weather, "I think the canopy provides insulation. It's actually coolest in the morning,"

She looked thoughtful, Jorgen thought.

Finally, the fire-conquering barbarian slid the sizzling chunks of venison onto their makeshift platter. The pair devoured the greasy chunks of meat with their knives and their fingers.

They ate in silence, and Jorgen thought Selene looked troubled.

She had pulled a light cloak over her shoulders, when she got up, and Jorgen was suddenly aware of his nudity. The elf was sitting cross-legged, looking contemplative and gazing into the fire as she started to speak.

"Master, I want you to know that I feel this need, or desire to... worship you. I see a beautiful, magnificent god in the flesh when I look at you, and I feel small and unworthy."

The barbarian's eyebrows raised at that, but before he could say anything the young elven woman continued.

"But that's not all. I don't see you as an unachievable goal. So far above that I can never reach you. I want to get strong enough to stand at your side. No, I need to do that.

"I've never shied away from a challenge. I'm stronger, faster, smarter and more more determined than anyone else in our community. As my mother's daughter - and not just that, as the elf that I have always been, deep inside - I need to be the best we have to offer, to be a symbol, a leader.

Jorgen just listened. He knew this was important to his new... He wasn't sure what she was, but he knew she was important. Important to the elves. Important to him. He couldn't deny he was falling in love this fierce young elf.

She was watching him now, as she continued.

"That's the scariest part of this thing. This debt, this imprinting. I don't want to become so caught up in you, master or not, god or not, that I lose myself, my path.

"Do you understand, master?"

"I think so. What is your path, Selene?"

She nodded, it was the right question, and she wished she had more time to put her thoughts into words, but she had to try.

"My people go through the motions, Jorgen. But they have lost hope. As a society, we don't see a future for the elves. In two thousand years we haven't found a solution, and nobody thinks we ever will. So, we're just going through the motions, acting like everything is normal, and letting ourselves slowly die."

Jorgen reached over and wiped a tear from her beautiful cheek. As he sat back on his ass, the big man jerked when his balls and the heavy shaft of his soft cock returned to their nest in the cool, slightly-damp moss. He really needed to dig out some undershorts.

Selene noticed the big man wince. "You alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine, I didn't mean to interrupt."

She looked at him skeptically, but shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing.

"We need hope. Symbols that inspire my people. I think I can be that, even if it only makes a small difference. I want to lead them.

"I also.. want to have children. More than one. Most elven females are lucky to have one in a lifetime. In hundreds of years. We can mate with inorei five thousand times and not conceive.

"Inorei.. Inorei libido is just as affected as female fertility, not to mention the presence of a male was crucial for arousal, in both females and inorei. It's just all messed up."

"Arousal means something very specific for elves, right?" Jorgen interrupted. He wanted to understand this.

"Yes, it's not just a desire to have sex or being turned on enough to orgasm. That's the barest part of it, and we can - females especially - enjoy ourselves. We like sex. Maybe not quite as much as humans, but it's still a very important part of our lives. And we're all grossly unsatisfied by the sex we do have. I think you understand why?"

"The inorei aren't masculine?"

"Not at all! And they have tiny dicks Jorgen. Really tiny. Cute, well-proportioned, pretty. But tiny. They are slow to get hard and don't last.

"I mean, males were small too, but from what I've seen in the memories they had maybe an inch and a little girth on the inorei. Not much compared to humans.. or gods like you."

Selene's steely eyes were gleaming. She was enjoying this humiliating subject.

"Anyway, sex with males could be pleasurable for females. They were more virile; they got hard, and could last a few minutes. And they were interested in females, and females appreciated that, it was arousing.

"Inorei have no stamina, sexual or otherwise. They would usually prefer to be doing something else. Or being done by someone else. They almost never initiate with their wives."

Selene took a pull from the water skin before continuing. She was passionate about this subject, Jorgen could see. She wanted to save her people, and this was all relevant.

"Its not the inorei's fault. Their role in our sex lives has always been the facilitator. They received pleasure by being used, were expected to perform cunnilingus and fellatio, to provide a willing hole for the male. To become aroused themselves, which would add to all of our overall arousal."

The barbarian nodded at that. It matched what Nelion had told him. Although a little more graphic with the 'willing hole' thing. Elves seemed to have no problem talking about the details of sex.

"Inorei aren't men, and they don't satisfy women, or we them. We play and enjoy each other sometimes, but it's very rare for an inorei and a female to get down to business. To attempt to build up enough arousal and perform well enough to even have a chance at conception."

Selene looked frustrated now, he thought.

"It's a chore, it usually fails, and many of us resent sex with the other gender.

"Arousal is meant to be a three-way energy build up. When each of us is getting sexual satisfaction, it feeds into the other two, and so on, building up to a crescendo. Our life energy synchronizes.

"At that point the male fucks the female. Very occasionally the inorei would do the penetration, when he, or rather 'she' as it was back then, wanted to procreate. In any case, it was brief, functional act that felt good mostly because of the arousal, and the potential, the energy.

"When those stars align, the male can pour his excess energy into his seed, the female into her ova. When sperm and egg meet, the energy must synchronize and merge. If that succeeds, the mother must grant her blessing.

"In traditional elven sex, every bit of this plays a crucial role. Even when we were whole, we reproduced very slowly."

"I can only imagine. Two questions.

"You mentioned that inorei prefer 'being done' and a 'willing hole.' They enjoy receiving anal sex, more than penetrating?

"Yes exactly. It's an open secret that they sneak off and use each other. I've watched them couple. It seems like they're excited about being used, but not as thrilled with being the user, so they trade off. I don't think it looks all that satisfying. Tiny and brief, as I've mentioned."

"And your husband?"

"We have only been married for just under a year, and I don't think he's indulged. I know he used to, regularly.

"By the way, it's not just the inorei. We girls like to spend time together. It's casual, easy to just connect with another woman and know what the other needs, and we take our time. Until today, sex with women was the most pleasure I've experienced."

Jorgen was getting a little more comfortable with this subject. Eanil's petite figure and beautiful, feminine face had given the barbarian a glimpse into the appeal. He was no longer disgusted by it, at the very least. but it was picturing two elven women writhing together had his cock twitching.

But, so did a passing thought of.. teasing a pretty inorei about her little penis, while he fucked her wife to orgasm after orgasm with his massive human cock.

"Tell me about you and your husband. What's his name?"

"Arelyn," she smiled. He could see her fondness.

"Have you tried to procreate?"

She nodded, "yes, twice."

"In a year."

She nodded again, looking a little sheepish, and sad.

"Let me tell you more about him. As I said, we've been friends our whole lives. There were only two of us elflings in my village, and it was logical for the two of us to marry. But more importantly, Arelyn is a third child.

"Elflings? A third child?"

"Elflings covers elves under twenty basically. We usually go into adolescence between fourteen and eighteen. Adolescence can last into our forties in some cases but at twenty we're functionally adults."

"So you're an adolescent?"

"Yep!" the elf chirped at that. Probably emphasizing the point. It was adorable regardless.

"Anyway, Ari's older inorei brother and sister are eighty-two and one-hundred-twelve, respectively. They have spouses of their own, but no children yet.

"His parents having three children in a lifetime is remarkable, and I thought maybe that fortune might pass on to him, and us.

"But he is nearly impotent, Jorgen. He's just such a fucking girl."

That was the first time Jorgen had heard the young elven woman curse in casual conversation. She had been using "fuck" as a word for penetration, but now she was dropping it into sentences like a soldier. A little bit of that rough-and-tumble tomboy making an appearance. He liked it.

"I have to stick three fingers up his ass and put his little dick in my mouth, being careful to stop before he comes.

"I'll pull him onto me and grab his little ass to pull him in and help him thrust, and if I'm lucky I'm rewarded with a couple spurts. It's humiliating for us both."

"Why not ride him?"

"Well, gravity. I rotated my hips up as soon as he finished, hoping a drop or two would make it deep enough. Never got a spark, either time, so I don't know if it worked or not. Anyway, If I rode him it would barely make it inside me before it was dripping out."

Jorgen almost felt ashamed that this was turning him on. His arousal was unmistakable, but Selene had been doing a good job staying focused. She only glanced at his cock every three seconds or so.

"Should I keep trying to ignore that massive thing, or do you want me to ask which part of this is giving you a hard-on?" she asked, as casually as could be, betrayed only by the mischievous gleam in her lovely gray eyes.

He considered her question for a moment.

"I think I'm a pretty good guy. I've been told that I'm kind and surprisingly gentle, for my size. I would never want to be needlessly cruel or a bully. That said, I do.."

This was the first time Jorgen would be saying these things aloud.

"I do.. find sexual pleasure in games of dominance, and submission.. and humiliation. The type of humiliation that arouses as much as it embarrasses.

"The women I've been with recently.. as my confident, dominant side has made itself known, so too has my partners' enjoyment of submission. I've seen some of the most amazing orgasms."

"And being the man who makes it happen," he continued, "who's in charge, on top, that's given me some of the best orgasms of my life too."

The barbarian's giant cock was standing fully erect now, smearing precum on his abs. Ignoring it was getting more difficult for them both.

"How tall is Arelyn?" Jorgen asked, wanting to tell his elven lover more about his kink.

Selene quirked an eyebrow but answered the question. "He reaches my chin."

"And he's very feminine? Describe him to me. Humor me."

"Of course, master," she said obsequiously. There was that gleam again.

"You know I love my husband."

"I know, and that pleases me."

The gorgeous elf smiled gratefully. Her smiles were breathtaking.. Jorgen considered just taking her again. But he could be patient.

"Lyn and I are a year apart. As I said I'm twenty-four, he's twenty-three.

"As you mentioned he is not tall. He does not have broad shoulders or strong arms. He is slim, and soft."

"His face is beautiful, more feminine than mine, I think. He wears his hair, a light brown, almost blonde, to his shoulders, and often wears accessories to hold it up or behind his ears in various styles.

"He likes vanilla scents and flowers. He paints.

"He's submissive. You might be the dominant one here, or wherever you go I imagine, but in my home that's my role.

"Is that enough?" she asked.

The barbarian was lost in thought, his imagination running wild.

"Jorgen?"

"Sorry. Yes, I think that's enough to finish what I was going to say about humiliation."

"Finally, do tell.." the elf purred as she was suddenly on all fours, on the prowl. Her long limbs should have looked awkward, but she was impressively agile, graceful. Dangerous.

Then, less like a cat, and more like a kitten, the huntress crawled into Jorgen's lap, demanding the safety and warmth of being a small elven girl enclosed in the barbarian's massive embrace.

Jorgen was happy to make a nest for his sexy huntress. He was especially enjoying her vulnerability, her seeking his embrace to feel safe. He turned her so that she could lean back on his right bicep, he had his arm wrapped around her back, supporting her shoulder. She could snuggle her head into his chest or look up to watch his face. He supported her legs on the other side, and of course had to move his cock to the side, so its hardness was under her ass cheeks, instead of her tailbone.

"Comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you, master."

"We're going to have to discuss when we use that word and when we don't. I don't want a slave, at least not a full-time one."

"Yes, master," she purred, again. She was rubbing her face in his shoulder, the pointy tip of her left ear tickling the underside of his jaw. She squeaked when his cock twitched under her ass.

"Alright, where was I?"

"Something about humiliating my little husband, perhaps?"

She was looking up at him, gray eyes flashing in excitement.

"Yes, something like that. Maybe not just him, either."

"You'd humiliate me, master? she said, fluttering her lovely eyelashes.

She was toying with him now. This was a good opportunity, the barbarian thought.

"If I think you'd like it, yes I would. You're halfway there with this master stuff. You mean for me to own you, despite your protestations about your path, and you mean for me to treat you like a sex slave. At least that's where your head is at right now. Am I wrong?"

Selene looked down, and Jorgen realized he said too much. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and a kissed the silvery nest of her hair.

"I'm sorry, I know I made this conversation more serious than you expected. I'll make it up to you," he promised, kissing her again.

"You might as well finish, master."

He looked down and the gleam was back. So, Jorgen collected his thoughts for just a moment, right before he threw caution to the wind.

"You said you thought you were a slut for imprinting on me. I think all elves feel humiliated. All of you feel like innate sluts to human cock. You've all experienced it, and it haunts you."

"I think you have to face it head on," he continued, "and you can't do that without some human dick. I think that's what Aleisa wants from me, more than anything. To help you lewd little elves embrace your inner sluts for human cock, and use that to save the elves."

"How does that have anything to do with humiliation, Jorgen?"

"Arousal. By forcing elves to experience that inadequacy and shame viscerally and openly. To learn to enjoy it, and use it."

Selene stared into the fire for a minute before looking up at the barbarian's handsome face.

I, think I understand. I'm willing. I don't hate the humiliation thing so far. I'll follow your lead, master. It's your quest, and I'm yours."

"My own little elf. I don't hate that. Is that terrible?"

"No, I think it's probably natural for someone as masculine as you. It feels pretty natural for me too, cuddled up in your big arms," she said, wiggling.

The big man took a moment to consider, and just enjoyed Selene's body against his. He caressed the elf's side, his other hand finding the elegant contours of her collarbone.

Then the two lovers found each others' eyes. Her steely grays were still looking a little petulant, but his ever-gentle blues seemed to hold a little amusement towards her, like she was a child, or a pet..

That was doing things to Selene's body. Her gaze narrowed, then began to smolder as his caress set her skin tingling.

Selene felt a strange need to poke the lion.

Her voice was husky as she said, "there's just one more thing I have to tell you, human."

"Oh?" he said, then dug a pair of thick fingers into her ribs. The lithe elf bucked and screamed in his grip but she couldn't escape. He relented after a couple seconds.

"Human? We're back to that? The haughty little elf princess makes an appearance?"

"I'm sorry master!" she squeaked and buried her face in his shoulder. He smelled her arousal then, so he angled his thumb to explore her center. The smooth, hairless flesh of her lips was soaked and slippery.

"You liked being tickled by a human, slut?" he demanded, leaning into her insecurities.

She shook her head against his chest.

Jorgen plunged his thick thumb into her gushing channel. Selene shrieked and bucked in his arms, then moaned as he began to gently thrust into her liquid tightness.

"Did you like being tickled? Do you like being my slut?"

She took a moment before shaking her head again.

The barbarian grinned and began thrusting harder. Her channel tightened around his thumb and she cried out "don't stop!"

He stopped. The sexy elf whined her complaint.

"Did you like being tickled?"

She shook her head again, stubbornly refusing to admit it. She bucked her hips to find some stimulation, but he gripped her thigh tightly and wouldn't give her any satisfaction, his thumb motionless in her gushing channel.

Her long, athletic body was writhing around now. Jorgen decided to have mercy.

"So, not tickling? I'm not sure I believe you. You'll get punished for that lie some other time."

He curled his thumb a fraction of an inch and grabbed her perky right tit, squeezing it gently. She clawed his chest and whined pathetically when he stopped.

"Do like being a slut for human cock?"

No hesitation this time. "Yes! Goddess yes I do and you already know it! Why are you torturing me?"

"Are you not aroused? You're gushing around my thumb."

"Yes, I'm aroused, yes, I like being your slut, yes, it's humiliating yes it's fucking hot! Master! Please let me come. Please!," she whined, bucking her hips again.

So he did. It took about ten seconds of his thick digit massaging her channel to make her explode.

She tossed her head back and her whole body arched and tensed, hips grinding down on his hand, lean abs flexing. Her right hand squeezing and pulling at her own left breast viciously, her left hand in a death grip o the underside of Jorgen's jaw.

Finally a deep groan rose up from her diaphragm, and she squirted all over Jorgen's big hand, splashing down onto his twitching cock.

When Selene caught her breath, the big barbarian leaned down to collect a soft, sensual kiss.

"You had something to tell me, beautiful."

"Oh.. yeah," she said, absently running her fingers through his short beard. Selene thought it was very soft, almost like fur. Elves didn't grow beards.

"You asked if I was aroused, not just now, but before. When you fucked me unconscious."

Twitch.

"Well, yes, master, I was more aroused, truly aroused, than I've ever been. You knocked me up, Jorgen. I was coming and coming and my eggs were overflowing with energy. I didn't even have to think about it."

"Pregnant?"

"No, no. I stopped it, it's too soon. The point is that you achieved in one glorious fuck what most elves accomplish once in a lifetime.

"So, yes, I am aroused. I am permanently fucking aroused around you.

"I want you to take me anytime you want. You don't need my permission. I am a slut for human cock. For barbarian cock. For your cock. I am a little elven slut for every part of you, you magnificent barbarian god, but most especially for your magnificent godly cock. And I can't believe I'm saying this!"

The slender, slutty elf made herself even smaller and buried her face in Jorgen's chest once again. He gently cupped her head and kissed the tip of her twitching ear.

"That took a lot of courage."

They went silent for awhile, gently caressing each other, exploring. At one point, Jorgen pulled away with a random thought.

"How come I don't need to do anything with my sperm or whatever?"

"Human life energy is always present, in all of your cells. You don't have any control over it like we do, but you're overflowing with it. At least when you're young. And you, my huge barbarian master, have more than I've ever sensed."

"Huh."

"Come back here."

They spent a lazy hour just kissing and touching. Jorgen thought about Lillie at one point. She was last person he'd spent this much time kissing, and he wondered when he could introduce them.

But he eventually came up for air, needing to take a piss.

He gestured towards the smoldering fire, "hop up and feed the fire a bit. I'm going to relieve my bladder."

But Selene froze at the mention of his bladder.

The young elf thought about her time alone in the afternoon. She had never felt like that before. So openly sexual. Shameless. Uninhibited. It was so freeing. She especially remembered releasing her bladder as she came. It was so dirty and taboo. She had loved it.

"Master, would you please wait for me? I have a request."

Jorgen shrugged and Selene climbed a little stiffly out of his lap. He noticed that she was glistening with sweat.

The lithe huntress stood on the tips of her toes, stretched her long arm and legs, and arched her graceful, athletic back, groaning in pleasure. It was a vision in the dying firelight.

She prowled around the fire, then bent over slowly and seductively to gather the sticks, her mound glistening from behind in the firelight. It was appreciated.

After feeding the fire, Selene walked solemnly back to Jorgen, grabbed his hand by two thick fingers, and pulled. The big man noticed Selene's elven strength again. He knew she was tall for an elf, and definitely athletic, but still very small from his perspective.

Jorgen managed to heft his huge frame from the cross-legged position without slipping her grip, and followed without complaint as she led him into the pool.

"Am I finally getting my bath?" he asked.

"After," was all she said. She stopped Jorgen near the middle of the pool, and turned to face him. She placed both hands on his chest. She moved in close and could feel his meaty, flaccid length against her stomach and mound.

"Today, as I bathed, I couldn't get my mind off of you. I masturbated right here. But I didn't even touch myself. I just rolled my hips and let the water do the work."

She took his right hand and pulled it down. She wanted him to feel her sex and the water that lapped against it.

"I just moved back and forth, touched my breasts, "like this," she demonstrated, "and thought of your smell, your body and your cock. It was my whole world. I'd never been that turned on before. The imprinting is like.. it's like you opened a door that had been closed my entire life, and I burst out into the world."

She was moving slowly back and forth, both the water and his thick fingers gliding over her slippery folds.

"When I came, I pissed myself. Not a little. I felt it coming, and I let it out. It felt, amazing.

"I'm going to do it again," the elf whispered, "and I want you to feel me."

She had been studying his face, putting her elven vision to use, and reading his body language as she spoke. He didn't seem disgusted by her. In fact, his heavy cock was brushing against her hip as she moved, and she could feel it throb in rhythm with his slow, powerful heartbeat.

"Will you do that for me, master?" she asked breathily, moving a little faster now. Jorgen didn't move his fingers against her. He let them hang loosely where she had guided him, and she slid her slick folds against him at the apex of each gentle thrust of her hips.

"I'd be honored to share that with you, Selene of the wild."

"Mmmmm"

He rested his left hand gently at the top of her bubbly ass, large fingers caressing lower down. He didn't want to interrupt her rhythm, but he enjoyed feeling those athletic elven muscles, underneath the soft flesh of her ass, flexing as she moved.

Selene turned her face up for a kiss and he obliged, his thick tongue dueling with her little elven organ. He pushed inside and explored every corner of her mouth, savoring her taste and texture.

The barbarian noted that elves have sharp canine teeth.

Still the adventurous young elf thrust herself slowly, back and forth across the cool water, bumping his thick fingers, again, and again.

She was panting into his mouth now, so the big barbarian released her lips and looked down at his little elven lover. She leaned forward to rest her head on his chest as her hips continued to roll, a little faster now.

"I'm going to come master. Feel me. Feel me come, feel it happen."

She began to thrust a little faster, and she placed his hand over her mound, fingers pointed down with his middle finger covering her erect little clit. His left hand moved to cup her ass, so he could move with her thrusts. Her ass was flexing in his left palm and her slippery folds were sliding across his right.

He didn't apply any pressure to her clit, but he did steady her quickening rhythm between his two big hands. Then fluttered his fingers against her lips lightly, but kept them right where she wanted him.

"MmmMmmm," she moaned softly. He began to feel her hips roll harder, becoming jerky and thrusting, and knew she was there.

"Feel me master, feel mmmm yesssss"

Her movement slowed and he felt her body begin to relax.

Warmth enveloped his fingers as the gorgeous elf pissed in his hand.

The barbarian's cock was steel now, shaft throbbing against her lean abs, fleshy head pushing into the underside of a soft breast, precum making Selene's skin feel slippery against him.

The lithe, graceful elf continued to ride and roll out her orgasm, warmth still flowing from her bladder.

Finally she crumbled against the huge, heavy barbarian, her palms resting against his sculpted abs. He was so solid, and so immovable. She flattened her nose against his skin to inhale his masculine scent and absorb the calm pleasurable energy it gave her.

Jorgen held her small recovering body for a few moments, then pulled it harder against his. He could feel her warm breath reaching the head of his cock, pinned as it was between their bodies. He stroked the little elf's head, almost cupping it, with his big thumb tracing a soft, pointed ear.

"That was intense, Selene. I'm pretty obviously aroused," he thrust slightly to push his cock against her chest, head smearing precum. She giggled and accommodated by wrapping her small hands around his thick tool.

Jorgen struggled to stay focused on what he was saying. He thought it was important.

"Pissing is not something I'd ever thought about before, but if you're worried, I don't think it's weird."

She squeezed and his voice caught. He took a deep breath and let it out as he willed himself to finish a thought.

"I- I don't know if I'd be into it with anyone else, but for you, with you, it was sexy and intimate. I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing it with me."

There. Jorgen felt like he'd done his best to make sure the uninhibited young elf wouldn't feel ashamed of her new kink. Now he could get some relief.

He felt a tiny tongue lick the large slit of his cock, even slipping inside. The feeling was intense and he closed his eyes, prepared to surrender to the sensation.

Instead, the little elf pushed herself back and looked up at the big, very aroused barbarian. He had to hold back a sigh as his cock pulsed between their bodies.

"Thank you, master. There's nobody else I'd do that with. I'd be horrified. But, you made me into this slutty elf, and I know you'll take responsibility."

She rubbed her cheek against his chest adorably at that, so he reached down to envelop her ass with his hands, squeezing her irresistible flesh.

He was about to lift her up and drop her on his cock when she interrupted, again.

"There's just one more thing."

She was doing this on purpose.

"You said you had to relieve your bladder too. I know where you should do that. Stay here a moment, please, master."

Jorgen groaned inwardly. He had an idea where this was going, and he wasn't opposed in principle. There was just the small matter of his massive erection and the overwhelming desire to shove it into something. Just about anything would do at this point.

The huge, painfully erect barbarian's burning eyes followed the object of his raging desire. His patience was nearly exhausted.

Selene waded to the shallowest part of the pool, near the lip where it flowed out into the stream that he had followed earlier.

The lithe elf, silver hair catching dappled moonlight, sat down in two or three inches of water, facing the big barbarian. She leaned back on her hands, and spread her legs wide, knees up, feet on the ground almost 3 feet apart. Exposing herself completely. It was the same position the little exhibitionist had assumed earlier.

"You know what I want, master."

Jorgen approached, as casually as he could manage, until he towered over the vulnerable young elf. He gripped his thick cock in his right hand, devouring her with burning eyes.

"There's just one problem, slutty elf," he growled, "I need to come first."

"I want to feel that too. Please, master?"

How could a man ever refuse a request like that?

So, Jorgen rolled the palm of his right hand over the flared head of his massive cock, spreading copious precum along its thick, veiny shaft. His left hand remained at his side, the tips of his fingers just touching his thigh.

How can a cock look so utterly huge even wrapped in that massive fist, Selene wondered.

Awe. That's what she felt. Lust, attraction, compulsion, respect, maybe more. But mostly, the young elf felt awe. Also a lot of lust.

She was laying back on one elbow. Her right hand had found her clit, and she circled it hypnotically. Her gleaming gray eyes devoured every inch of the barbarian's unbelievable body, and she watched eagerly as he started to stroke his very long, very girthy shaft.

Masturbation wasn't usually Jorgen's thing, but at this point it wouldn't be difficult to deliver. Selene looked desperate for her prize.

"She's a slutty, lusty, lewd little princess, begging to be covered in nasty human seed," he thought, stroking himself more vigorously. He could work with that.

"Tell me what you want, slutty elf," the barbarian growled.

"I want you to ruin me master. You've already ruined me. I want you to ruin me completely. Soil me, spray your massive load and coat my slutty elf body, master. Please, give me your seed- nnnngghh"

Apparently set off by her own dirty talk, Selene's knees slammed shut and she splashed onto her back as the waves of her orgasm took her. Jorgen kept going, enjoying her pale, toned figure as it writhed around in the dark pool.

He was getting close.

"I'm not done with you, slutty elf," he growled deeply.

Selene felt the rumble in her bones. She scrambled to get back in position, spreading her body open for the huge barbarian's gift.

"I'm sorry master, please keep going. Come for me. Cover me. I want it. Keep stroking that thick veiny rod. Goddess it's obscene. Oh fuck please blow your load all over my slutty body. I need it right now!"

That worked. Jorgen bent at his knees and strained to push his rigid length down, to aim at the elf's body.

He thrust into his hand brutally, fist slamming against his mound at the base of each stroke, gripping ruthlessly at the fleshy head when he hit the top. It was shockingly physical to the young elf. Terrifying and beautiful.

Three more grunting thrusts and the massive barbarian roared and let go. Selene was in a state of absolute awe. And then it hit her face.

Jorgen lost control of the first stream, which flew over the girl's silvery head and over the lip of the pool. His aim was better the second time, and he hit her elfin face dead center, the large burst splashed from her upper lip, across her right eye, through the silvery hair at her temple, and finally coated her long elven ear, where a string of cum dripped off of the tip.

She gasped and her mouth opened wide. His third release slammed through her open lips, almost filling her small elven mouth.

Selene coughed and sputtered, but stayed in position. Her right hand had found her clit again and she was working it furiously. The taste of Jorgen's seed was intense, it tasted like his smell. But more, she could taste the life energy. It was almost overwhelming. She ground down on her clit in ecstasy.

His next shots landed on her round, perky tits, her toned abs, and finally, one last huge load splattered against the elf's hairless mound, coating the slender hand that was still masturbating furiously.

Jorgen towered over her, massive chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, and just watched. He had figured out that the little exhibitionist loved to be watched.

Selene arched and came with a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a shriek. It was primal.

She felt amazing. She knew that Jorgen had awakened something inside of her. She was a wild, uninhibited, sexual creature, and there was no going back. She flopped back to the ground, catching her breath.

There was one more thing she wanted tonight.

Selene gazed up at Jorgen's powerful frame, feeling like she had offered herself on an altar to a beautiful, masculine god. He stood proudly above her, huge fist gripping massive, softening shaft. Staring into her soul.

"Are you going to clean me off, master? If only there was some way to wash my dirty, slutty elf body with some warm liquid..."

The big man grinned. He was falling in love, there was no doubt about it.

"You asked for it."

She just smiled and closed her eyes.

Jorgen began to piss. His large bladder had been full. His wide stream impacted her flesh with an audible splash, but the brave huntress didn't flinch away. He covered her methodically, from slender neck to hairless cunt, still spread obscenely before him. He just couldn't bring himself to piss on her beautiful face.

The athletic elf's long fingers trailed through the flow, spreading it over her smooth skin and through her swollen folds.

It seemed to go on forever. Whenever his stream hit her clit she felt lightning strike. But finally he slowed, his waning stream traced the course of a long athletic leg, until a few last drops splashed her delicate toes, which curled in delight.

Selene scooped a large blob of thick human cream from her lovely elfin cheek, smiling mischievously. She went on to rub it sensuously over her chest, tracing the curves of her tits and circling her thick nipples, making sure that her hand was coated in a mixture of fluids.

Staring shamelessly at her master, the beautiful elf brought her slimy, dirty hand to her lips. She proceeded to clean it with her dainty pink tongue, lick by slow, provocative lick. Selene stared in challenge at him while she worked, as if to say "Is that all you've got? I can take anything you give me, no matter how depraved. Bring it on."

At least that's how Jorgen chose to interpret it.

"Give me a bath," he commanded, and turned away, wading to the center of the pool and sitting on his heels, waiting.

He heard her rise but she approached silently. He pictured a cat stalking her prey. Or a kitten.

Then she draped her arms over his huge shoulders and hung from his body. He felt her smearing her slimy breasts over his back.

"Not exactly what I had in mind," Jorgen chuckled.

"I have to get clean too, master. I'm just being efficient."

She slipped and slid across his back, strong little hands gripping his huge pecs. Finally she jumped up to wrap her long legs around his thick torso.

Jorgen reached down to grab her calves, steadying her. Apparently she wouldn't be satisfied until they were both coated in his cum and piss.

"What's the plan here, slutty elf? Glue your tits to my back?"

Her giggle was musical, and she leaned around to kiss his cheek.

"Sorry master, hold on."

Selene slid down and found her feet, steadying against Jorgen's shoulder. She stepped back and cupped cool water in two hands, and began pouring it slowly over his broad back. The water was soft and felt silky against him.

She ran her hands over Jorgen's wet skin, exploring each hard muscle in the process, and then poured a little more water, repeating until she was satisfied that he was clean.

Next the slinky elf flowed around the big man until she was standing before him. He scanned her athletic lines as she posed, hands on hips. She was looking at him thoughtfully, like a sculptor considering her latest work.

Finally she moved in close and kneeled, sliding down his broad huge chest. She repeated the process then, paying special attention to his huge pecs, where she couldn't resist pinching a nipple, and his thick biceps.

"Stand up please, master."

The big man stood, his little elf kneeling before him. Her palms rested on his hips, and her face was level with his long, thick cock. It was soft, and huge, and beautiful. Selene forgot everything else. She needed to worship her master's cock. The elf licked her lips, and Jorgen noticed her frozen gaze.

"Focus, slutty elf. Finish what you started."

Selene didn't respond right away, but finally she looked up with a pout. He raised an eyebrow and she relented, turning her attention to the barbarian's magnificent stomach. He had a soft trail of dark golden hair that ran from his navel down to his groin, and his sculpted abs were perfectly defined. Like a god.

Jorgen felt her silky soft hands gliding over his skin, exploring each ridge of muscle. Selene spent a good ten minutes on his torso, repeatedly distracted by the thick flesh lower down. Finally she was satisfied and moved on.

She moved to his thighs next, and was again distracted by the fat cock that dominated her elven vision. She forced herself not to take it in her hands, but at one point she started rubbing her face on it like a cat. Jorgen flicked an pointed ear and Selene got back to work. Finally she reached underwater to wash and massage each calf and foot to her satisfaction.

"Turn around, master?"

Jorgen complied silently.

The elf repeated this process for the back of his legs, marveling at the layers of muscles in his thighs.

Finally she was faced with his meaty, muscular ass. The elf couldn't help herself and she planted a quick kiss on each cheek. With only a little tongue. Then she poured and rinsed, cleaning each large muscular cheek, tracing every dimple and curve. She looked up at his broad back thoughtfully, and decided that she should be thorough.

Using her right hand, bracing herself against his thigh with her left, she let her slender fingers follow the crease of his ass down to his balls, and then up again, rinsing as she went. She let the tips of her fingers dance across the sensitive flesh of his asshole as she continued to rinse away the sweat and dirt.

Jorgen tensed but didn't stop her. He didn't mind that she was discovering her adventurous sexuality, as long as she didn't take it too far.

She crossed the threshold when an entire little finger slipped inside of him. He spun and caught her wrist.

"Ask a guy first, you slutty little elf."

That adorable pout.

"Sorry, master," she said looking up at his face.

"Your butt's clean though!" she chirped, eyes twinkling.

"Just one last thing," she looked back down to the equipment in front of her.

She wrapped her hands around his semi-erect member, and brought it to her face, staring at it hungrily.

"You have no self-control, slutty elf."

She blushed a little.

"Your gorgeous cock deserves a good bath too, master."

With that, she leaned forward and captured his huge head in her lips, and pushed forward, straining to push him inside. She finally succeeded as his large plum-sized head popped through her lips.

She looked up at him, a brief panic subsiding as her determination took over. Her eyes were wide however, and her mouth was obscenely full. She started to suck gently, and her soft tongue licked and tickled the sensitive spot under his head.

Jorgen sighed at the pleasant sensation and let Selene have her fun.

Keeping him in her mouth, she poured water over his groin and ran her fingers through his curls, then over his shaft, stroking him back and forth with both hands until he was clean. And rock hard. Again. Her jaw ached as his thick, flared head swelled to full size. She looked lost on what to do next.

"Your turn, dirty girl."

He reached down and grabbed the athletic elf under her shoulders, lifting her effortlessly off of his cock and off of her feet. He tossed her lithe form up and caught her over his shoulder, long legs kicking in protest as he gripped her small, meaty ass in one hand. Selene didn't say a word, but she definitely whined a little bit.

Jorgen walked over to the small, relatively gentle waterfall, and deposited the elf directly under the flow.

She squealed and laughed as the cool water cascaded down her body. His large hands roamed her lithe form, paying special attention to each long graceful limb. He made sure to rinse her silky hair, running his fingers through it, under the flow of the waterfall, until it felt clean. He made sure to get her cum-covered ear as well.

Selene felt like a small child in his massive hands, and could only relax and let him have his way with her. It was a nice feeling to surrender control. She was tied to the barbarian now, and she knew that this feeling of submission, of feeling safe in his big hands, of surrendering to his whims and desires.. That would be a big part of her life now, and she didn't mind at all.

Jorgen finished up, smacking the beautiful elf on her bubbly athletic ass, and was rewarded with an adorable yelp. Then he washed his own hair as Selene rubbed all over him like a cat.

The big barbarian, feeling clean, turned and walked back to the fire, leaving Selene to watch and wonder at his gracefulness, such a contrast to his ridiculous size. She absently tied her wet hair back. She could wash it again tomorrow, at home.

Home. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.

Chapter 11: The Journey to Selene's Home

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Chapter Eleven: The Journey to Selene's Home

The next morning, Jorgen woke up with the dawn. He blew a strand of silky hair out of his mouth, then looked down to find a wash of fine silver locks sprayed artistically across his bare chest. At the center of which was an adorable pointed ear. Selene was laying on top of him, one long leg between his own, the other outside of his thigh.

Selene's bare, perky bottom was an enjoyable sight. Her long arms were flung out, hanging down either side of the barbarian's thick torso, elegant fingers resting in the cool, damp moss beneath them. The moss-covered rock wasn't entirely comfortable and he didn't blame the little elf for using him as a bed.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She felt it more than heard it. A rumble that gently pulled her into consciousness.

"Mmmm, you're so warm."

She was awake but had no intention of moving.

"I'll give you 5 minutes for being adorable," he said, reaching down to pet her head. He was gentle with his large hand, caressing her scalp and tracing the length of her ear. She was his perfect little elf.

"Mmm," she murmured again, and wriggled her butt in response.

"None of that, slutty elf."

"Mmm," was her answer.

Jorgen let her doze while he thought about the events of the past twenty-four hours, and what might happen in the next twenty-four. He didn't feel like he was in control, and that was probably not great. He didn't mind going with the flow, and didn't think of himself as a control freak in his daily life, but it was time to put little more thought into his actions.

Or, he could just set broad goals. This whole situation was too complex to plan it all out. Aleisa would tell him to just do his masculine thing.

Ultimately, he was in over his head, and he knew it. He was depending on luck and charisma and maybe a little divine intervention. That combination hadn't failed him so far.

Goals it was. His goal for the day was to avoid ruining or enslaving a second elf.

"Alright little elf, your five minutes are up. The sun's up and we have a big day. Get up."

"Nooo," she said, squeezing him tighter and pushing her face into his chest.

"Up."

He gripped her tight little butt firmly in his left hand, then stood up in one explosive motion. The weight of her elven frame, as tall and athletic as she was, was almost nothing to him. Selene gripped his torso for dear life and shrieked her complaints.

"Let me go!"

The elf clung to the barbarian tightly, wrapping her long legs around his thick middle, gripping with surprising strength.

"Nope," he said, grinning.

She pushed herself off his chest, trusting the big man to support her bottom, and studied his face at arm's length.

"We'd better talk details, I suppose."

Jorgen adjusted her position for support and comfort and smiled fondly at the young elf. She was in leader mode, he could see, her tomboyish features more prominent on her youthful face. The tomboy princess. Something about the set of her jaw, the gleam in her eyes. Just as beautiful as the slutty elf, but deserving of more respect. "As much as I can respect a naked elf that I'm carrying around like a toddler," he thought, smirking.

She noticed his amusement and quirked an expressive eyebrow.

"Ahem, sorry. Yes we should talk details.

"I will just lay out my biggest concern. I don't want to imprint any other elves today."

"Hmm," she said, considering.

"Just today?"

"For starters."

"Arelyn?"

"You really think he's going to imprint on me, Selene? I have to say I don't know if I'm prepared to be in a relationship that involves another penis, small and cute as it may be. I know that's the way this is supposed to go but I guess I just haven't fully accepted it yet."

She giggled.

"What's so funny, elf?"

"It's just cute."

"What is?"

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're the most powerful, terrifying creature in the entire world, but a little elf boy has you sweating."

"Alright. That's fair."

"What do you need to get more comfortable with the idea. With our trio?"

"Can you think of a way I can meet him without triggering an imprint? I mean, I think it was my smell, in your case?"

"Mmm. The smell was what broke me, I think, but I was well on my way. Just watching you and talking to you. The moment you burst into my life I immediately thought about how I could keep you."

"Keep me, huh?"

"The point is, I probably started imprinting the instant you burst onto the scene and roared at the leopard that was about to eat me. The moment you saved my life."

"I roared?"

"I felt it in my womb."

"Alright, well, it seems like we could avoid most of that with Arelyn?"

"Right. You could start by wearing a shirt. This.. is dangerous," she said as her eyes and fingers began to roam his pecs.

"Focus. Where's my tomboy princess?"

"Your what?"

"That's what I'm calling the Selene who wants to lead. The one with a mind like a steel trap and a will of iron."

"Ah. Right. You need her. She's good with a sword and a bow too.

"I was thinking, there's a simple solution to the smell problem."

"And that would be?"

"The scent glands from that buck."

"You want me to meet your mother and husband smelling like deer piss?"

"It's not piss, it's musk," the elf said indignantly.

"And yes, that's my idea."

"That's gross, Selene."

"Well, it's the best idea I have. You won't smell like a a delicious barbarian and you'll have a shirt on and you won't do anything too masculine or talk too deeply or look too deeply into anyone's eyes or smile that one smile and everything will be fine," she rambled, sounding only a little overwhelmed.

Jorgen sighed. He'd been pacing around their campsite as they talked. He stopped and set the naked elf down. She crossed her arms and picked at the stony ground with her bare toes.

"Time to get dressed. My goal is to neither imprint nor fuck your husband. It shouldn't be that difficult. I'll try to not be too sexy, or human, or male, and we'll see how it goes."

Clothes. She had forgotten how filthy they were. Wait, where are they?

Jorgen noticed her confusion.

"I washed your blouse and your shorts-thing, and your underwear, along with mine. I didn't have a way to hang them, so I spread them out on our packs near the fire," he gestured in that direction.

"They should be dry. My shirt and trousers not so much."

"When did you do that?"

"After you fell asleep."

"He's amazing," Selene thought.

Ten minutes later the pair was ambling down the stony streambed that would lead them to the Thillaloni river.

Selene was looking better, her hair was back in a tight ponytail and she wasn't covered in dirt, and Jorgen wore his clean, slightly-damp trousers and his only intact shirt, along with his wiped-down boots and belt. His shirt was laced all the way up. No human chest would be exposed. He had his pack over his shoulder, and was carrying Selene's deer hide in his left hand.

"I need a new bow," she said conversationally.

"I noticed you don't have one. With everything going on I forgot to ask."

'It was leaning against that big root. Where the leopard landed after you sent it spinning like. Well, I've never seen anything like that. Anyway, my bow snapped in half."

"So it's my fault. I'm sorry, Selene."

"Oh yes please apologize for saving my life," she said, rolling her eyes. "Big dumb oaf," she teased, grinning as she pranced away .

"What happened to 'master'?"

"That's a good question.

"When you are towering over me with that gigantic cock, looking like the golden-maned god of all elven sex fantasies everywhere, the god who saved my life, the god that I've imprinted on.. in those moments, how could you not be my master?

"But you said you wanted me to pursue my own path, too," she looked at Jorgen for confirmation.

"Yeah, definitely."

"You're my master. Arelyn's master too by the way. That's the way of the life debt."

"Arelyn? Of course. I should have known."

Selene ignored him and continued.

"In the bedroom, I want to call you master. Around my people, I still want to be Selene, the elder's daughter. Is that alright, master?"

Jorgen was starting to enjoy that word a little too much, he thought.

"I think so. Let's see how it goes. I don't have any experience with this. What do you expect from me?"

"I honestly haven't a clue what to expect from you. Let's play it by ear?" she suggested, ear twitching.

The big barbarian just shook his head. Adorable.

Jorgen and Selene continued in comfortable silence, enjoying the lovely morning under the canopy.

They reached the river, it was slow-moving but looked clear and healthy. There were more gaps in the canopy here, and sunlight glinted off the water as they followed a path along the riverbank for a quarter-mile or so.

It led them to a woven bridge that appeared to be two sturdy trees, one on either bank of the small river, that had grown towards each other, rather than up. They had formed a flattened walking surface that arched over the river. Instead of hand rails, the trees' smaller branches were woven together. Leaves were growing along the length of the bridge, on either side of the walkway.

It was ingenious, and definitely not natural. Selene saw the barbarian studying the bridge, and explained.

"Nature magic. It's a fairly common skill among elves. My mother can grow plants in a day, and in a week she can make an apple seed into a small fruiting apple tree. This is the product of several weeks' work by a few nature mages."

Jorgen was impressed. The wood of the tree bridge was solid, and the woven branches were strong. The leaves and vines that lined the sides had bright, exotic flowers that dangled down in clusters of various shapes.

"Do you have magic, Selene?"

"Yes," she hesitated, "life magic. I haven't mastered it."

The pair walked over the bridge until they were under the canopy once again. They were now on the south side of the Thillaloni.

"Do most elves have magic?" Jorgen asked, continuing the conversation.

"Not as many as used to. When wood elves have magic, it's often nature magic or an elemental affinity, high elves are more likely to get light magic or life magic."

"What happened?"

"Well, it's related to the downfall. It has to do with trauma."

"I see," Jorgen said, it was the sort of information he needed, but it was hard to hear.

"It's about five miles to Selani Village, we should reach it by lunch if we don't dawdle. I've only been away two days, but I do miss home when I'm away."

Selene led Jorgen deeper into the forest. He noticed the trees becoming taller, and thicker around.

The forest was getting older, and the air was heavy with the smell of life.

"I should have asked this earlier. Were you due back yesterday?"

"No, I told my husband that it was probably a two or three day hunt. I needed that large buck skin."

"Water?" he offered, holding up his water skin.

Two hours later, the elf pulled the big barbarian off the path.

"I want to go on ahead," she said, looking a little down, or nervous.

"Sure. That actually makes sense to me."

"Oh, good. It's just that you'll be the first human most of the villagers have ever seen, and, I think I should tell Arelyn that I love him and I'm not leaving him. Is that alright?"

"It's fine, Selene."

"He won't mind the physical infidelity, at least not once he processes. But if he thinks I'm pulling away from him emotionally, he might feel insecure. We need to make him feel safe, Jorgen."

"I agree."

This was just the sort of thing he wanted to address, and nothing she'd said bothered him. It was convenient that the big man felt threatened by no man or elf. There was just no reason to be jealous.

No elf here could match a tenth of the masculinity or virility of the huge barbarian. The only worries he had were complications with Selene's family.

And imprinting said family.

"If you love him, then I will love him and we'll make sure he feels safe and secure. Go pave the way, princess."

His beautiful elven huntress beamed at this. His heart melted. It was impossible that there had ever been a smile that radiant or infectious. Jorgen could only smile back, dumbly.

"This is a safe spot. There are some rangers around, but they saw us a while ago, and they don't plan on interfering, or they would have already."

"He's beyond cute you know," she said, turning the conversation back to her husband. "If I was a boy I'd want to fuck him. I mean, not with fingers or vegetables. If I had a dick. Or a huge barbarian cock."

She was getting that slutty elf look.

"In fact, maybe you'll let me use your body to fuck him, someday?"

Her smile had turned wicked, and Jorgen understood that he'd created a monster.

"Give me an hour or two?" she asked before he could respond, as if she hadn't just graduated to a new level of kink.

Jorgen stopped trying to work out the mechanics of the slutty elf's latest fantasy, deciding it was best to drop the subject.

"Sure thing beautiful. Kiss me before you go."

She did, it was loving and sensuous and Jorgen felt on top of the world as he watched her perfect ass, sauntering back the way they came.

The big barbarian explored this section of beautiful elven forest, not straying far. He hoped to find a comfortable spot to rest, and found one under the nearest tree. There was a nook where the forest soil came right up against the trunk. He settled down and leaned back, kicking his long legs out and leaning his head back against the tree. He was asleep in moments.

"Master, wake up."

Jorgen opened his eyes and saw a vision of an elf standing over him. She was wearing an elegant, revealing tunic or wrap of some shiny blue material, and black leggings that were glued to her lovely backside, but flowed down around her calves, resting over her familiar boots. Her silvery hair had been brushed and had a few small braids pinned up in what he assumed was a traditional style.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

"You clean up nice."

She favored him with that radiant smile. He was a lucky man.

"There's a small reception waiting for us. I've told my mother and Arelyn, in general terms, what's happened.

"It's about a half mile to the common tree. We're in the outskirts now."

He looked around and saw only trees.

"Look up."

Two elven faces looked down from a platform, about fifteen feet up. An inorei and a woman. "How the fuck did I not notice that? How embarrassing," he thought.

Both were dressed in dark leathers and had dark hair in tight ponytails. The looks in their faces were stern, but he thought he saw a twinkle in the woman's eye. He had the impression that they had been watching him rather closely.

He glanced at Selene, trying to play it cool.

"A guard post," she said. "I didn't want to start an incident, so I left you in their care. Traya and Guin are rangers in the Selani guard, who were unfortunate enough to pull guard duty today."

"You could have mentioned that I was being watched, little elf. I feel like an idiot for not knowing they were there."

"I'm sorry master, you're right."

He nodded and grabbed her for a quick kiss. "As long as you remember that, slutty elf" he whispered, making sure that his breath warmed her sensitive ear.

Flustered and trying to recover, Selene looked up at the elves, she called out "Traya, Guin, say hello to Jorgen, my new... master."

This was nerve-wracking, Selene thought. Her mother had latched on to the life debt angle, and told Selene to advertise it. She wanted the villagers to hear about the life debt before they knew about the imprinting.

That was interesting, Jorgen thought.

"Life debt??" Guin yelled.

"Yes that's what I said, Guin. Are we going to have a problem?"

Fear flashed across the inorei's face.

"Of course not, Selene, my apologies."

Tomboy princess. Jorgen wasn't sure if the inorei was more afraid of Selene's mother or Selene's fists.

"Hi, Jorgen," the woman called out. "I'm Traya."

"It's nice to meet you, Traya," the barbarian replied, with a charming smile. Hopefully. He never knew if he was pulling that off. Not that he often needed to.

"Never expected to see a human here," Guin cut in.

"Well, here I am," Jorgen replied, injecting a little attitude.

Traya cut Guin off before he could respond.

"You're bigger than I expected," Traya said, scanning Jorgen's huge frame. Then her gaze flicked to Selene and they locked eyes. There was something there.

She was a little older than Selene based on appearance. She was attractive, if not strikingly beautiful. She had the look of a soldier, and reminded him of Astra in that regard.

"I bet you say that to all the guys," Jorgen joked, hoping to keep the mood light.

Traya glanced at Guin with what looked like a smirk, then turned back to the big barbarian, eyes roaming his his body for a few more moments before she finally replied.

Was this going to be a problem?

"Not so much.." Traya started.

Guin interrupted tersely "What are you doing in Westhaven, human?"

Guin was almost masculine. His body wasn't as impressive as Selene's athleticism, but it wasn't entirely feminine either. His face had sharper edges than the other elves, or half-elves, he'd met. Smooth skin and a high voice, like Eanil's.

Jorgen decided that Guin looked exactly like a tomboy trying to pass as a teenage boy. He also looked angry, and he noticed that Traya was standoffish with him.

He might have a problem with him too. Great.

Selene intervened. "Traya, Guin, thanks for keeping him safe. We're off to see my mother."

Guin turned away and Traya called back.

"Selene let's.. wash our hair tomorrow."

"Umm. we'll see, alright?"

Selene glanced at Jorgen and he noticed a little color on her cheeks. The big man just chuckled at her discomfort and turned towards the path.

"Come along little elf, take me to your leader."

Jorgen and Selene stepped back on the path to Selani village. It was just after midday and the summer air under the canopy was balmy, but comfortable.

They'd gone maybe a quarter mile when the pair noticed a woman up ahead, standing in the center of the path. She seemed to be waiting for them.

They stopped a few feet from her and waited. The barbarian and the beautiful older elf studied each other.

She was wearing an elegant green dress. Not quite as tall as Selene, she was taller than any other elves he'd met. She had larger breasts, and her hips flared a bit more than he'd seen on Selene, Riani or Traya.

Or Lillie. Jorgen missed the little half-elf brat, and wondered how she was doing in Coldwater.

Coming back to the present, he took a moment to study the older elf's face. She had intense blue eyes, deeper even than Jorgen's own. Her skin was pale, almost white, and she had long black hair, part braided, part loose, similar to Selene's new princess look, but more complicated. All in all, she was a striking beauty, and he suspected he was currently being judged by the queen to his princess, the elder.

"We share an acquaintance, barbarian."

"At least two," he replied, mysteriously. He was going to win this woman over. Mysterious seemed as good a place to start as any.

"Oh?"

"Should we get the introductions out of the way? I believe I have the honor of speaking to elder Tiana, of Selani village?"

Selene looked at the big barbarian in surprise. How did he know her mother's name? And why was he acting so mysterious?

"You do have that honor," she responded imperiously. "And you are Jorgen of the farthest northern tribe, the champion of Aleisa."

Oh.

"What the fuck?"

Selene was looking back and forth between her mother and her master, feeling like everyone knew more than she did. She didn't like it.

"Language, Selene!" the elder snapped.

Jorgen wrapped a huge hand over his little elf's shoulder and pulled her in, kissing her ear. "Just let this play out princess," he whispered, and held her close. She melted into him, and Tiana didn't miss the dopey look on her daughter's face.

"The goddess commanded me to aid you barbarian, but WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DAUGHTER?"

"Mother!" Selene shrugged off Jorgen's arm and stomped up to the older elf, clenching her fists at her side and trembling with emotion. Jorgen hadn't catalogued this particular Selene yet. "We'll call that one 'angry kitten'," he decided. As ever, she was adorable.

"You are mine to protect, daughter" the elder said.

"No," Jorgen interrupted, deciding he'd better take this more seriously. He stepped up behind his angry kitten and gripped her shoulders in his massive hands. She didn't try to shrug him off this time.

"I'm pretty sure that's my job now, at least for the foreseeable future."

"I was talking to my daughter, barbarian."

"And now you're talking to me, Tiana. Let's talk. You don't need to be afraid of me. I mean no harm, and hear this. Your daughter is precious to me. She is brave, fierce, caring, generous, adventurous, honest, clever, fun, beautiful beyond words, and a fundamentally good young elf."

The older elf was just glaring.

"She is your biggest supporter and has tremendous respect for you, and for your leadership of Selani village. She has dedicated herself to Aleisa's cause and, mark my words, one day she will lead your people."

Tiana's eyebrows climbed then.

"You should be proud of the job you've done as a parent. And I will stand by your daughter and protect her with my life. I want her by my side and that has nothing to do with life debts or imprinting or the future of the elves.

"I am in love with your daughter."

Silence. The big man looked down to see Selene's sparkling gray staring up at him. He couldn't read her expression, especially upside-down, but he knew that she was fighting tears.

He wrapped his massive arms around her slender frame and she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. Jorgen felt her relax. He kissed the top of her head then returned his attention to the village elder.

Tiana was staring back at him, speechless. Then she turned on her heel and walked away, shaking her head and mumbling something. Jorgen thought he heard the words "human" and "goddess," but that was it.

"So, that was fun," Jorgen said, testing the waters.

"Shut up," Selene whispered, then she spun and climbed his body in a single motion, like the agile elf she was. Then she was kissing him, long arms wrapped around his neck, long legs wrapped around his hips, and needy elven pussy grinding against his rock-hard abs.

Jorgen grabbed her perfect ass to assist as best he could, feeling her muscles flexing and relaxing in his grip as she rolled her hips in uninhibited lust. And then he was lost in her lips, savoring the experience of his slutty elf mewling and moaning into his mouth as she worked herself to orgasm.

He could feel Selene's heat and moisture through the two layers of fabric separating their flesh, and her grinding became more frantic. His massive cock was tenting his trousers, straining to escape.

"Master oh goddess oh fuck I'm gonna come master I love you so much," she cried.

Jorgen's slutty elf was licking and drooling on his neck and her movements became more frantic, so he tightened his grip on her ass and steadied her rhythm, adding his strength to grind her pussy more forcefully against him.

"fuck yes yes squeeze my ass master make your slutty elf come I'm so close!"

"Yes like that y-YES!"

"FUCK MASTER IM CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CUNNNNN"

"YYAAAAAAH"

The athletic elf gripped his body so tightly it almost hurt. The barbarian had been doing most of the work on her buildup, so he kept grinding her against him as she cried out wordlessly in release. A splash of wetness soaked his shirt.

Selene writhed against him a little longer as she came down from her peak. Jorgen kissed her head and the tips of her adorable ears until she lost the strength to hold on. The barbarian shifted his elf into a princess carry, and she looked up at him with the most beautiful, dopey smile he'd ever seen.

"I love you princess. I mean it. I haven't felt this way since I lost my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. And Arelyn too, I know you're a package deal."

"I love you too mas- Jorgen. I love you and I need you and I'm so grateful that you crashed into my life."

The huge barbarian leaned down to kiss his elven lover as she threaded her fingers through his mane, alternating between gripping and scratching her nails against his scalp. His erection was still raging and Jorgen was just thinking of carrying his little elf into the woods to ravage her when-

"Selene?" a gentle, feminine voice called out from behind the affectionate couple. Jorgen spun them around to find a very beautiful young female elf peering up at him. She was tiny, probably Lillie's size, and had a similar figure to his tiny brat, but was even smaller in the chest.

Her hair was a silky golden brown that hung to her shoulders. It was pulled back from her face with several little clips made of polished wood, with flowers and interesting patterns painted on them. Her ears were delicate and hung slightly away from her head, a few earrings running down the lobe of her left ear.

Her face was all soft, delicate features. High cheekbones, rounded cheeks, big green eyes, a button nose, and soft pouty lips completed the picture.

Selene had frozen in the big barbarian's arms, and before Jorgen could try to introduce himself, the pretty newcomer's eyes dropped from Selene's predicament to Jorgen's trousers. Her jaw dropped even further. Jorgen knew she was staring at his straining cock, and the large wet spot where he'd been leaking precum for the last few minutes.

Nobody moved or spoke for what seemed like hours.

Finally, Selene broke the silence.

"Master, I'd like you to meet my husband, Lyn"

Arelyn could not believe what he was seeing. Selene had told him about the life debt and the human, and even that they'd had sex. He was nervous to meet the man, but he knew Selene wouldn't do anything to hurt him, so he would give this human a chance.

But what he saw now. An absolutely huge, absurdly muscular, blonde barbarian man had his massive hands wrapped around Arelyn's post-orgasmic wife. HIs gorgeous, tall, strong, sexy, intelligent wife, who now looked like a child in this human's embrace.

And this beast of a man had a massive, thick, long, rock-hard HUMAN COCK that was tenting his trousers beyond the point of obscenity. He could make out every vein on the thick shaft and brutally ridged head, as its length strained to escape its prison against the barbarian's thick thigh. It was unbelievable. How? Was he half-orc? Half-giant? That thing had been inside Selene? It was so, so, so big.

And so beautiful.

But it was all just too lewd to handle. And, what was that smell?

Then Arelyn realized how aroused he had become, his nipples were pebbles and..

Selene's husband blushed furiously and cupped his small hands over his crotch, which was covered only in thin green leggings. He had never had to worry about this before. His usually flaccid penis was just a little bump that would hardly draw anyone's eye.

His erection now though, was harder than Arelyn could remember it ever being before. It was absolutely rigid, creating an unmistakable little bulge, a perfect outline. Touching himself had been a mistake, he almost came in his tights. What was happening to him?

And still the little elf couldn't take his eyes off the barbarian's cock. A real human cock. A real, massive, gorgeous human cock.

Arelyn had the genetic memories. He'd always understood why the males gave up and the women became human-crazy. More than a few inorei had been just as bad.

But he'd never felt it so viscerally. And, what was that smell?

The beautiful, petite elf took a step closer and inhaled deeply. His eyes widened.

"Oh shit," thought Jorgen. He looked down at Selene but she just had an arm half extended towards her little husband, who was cupping his crotch and staring at the barbarian's cock. She seemed at a loss for words.

Then Arelyn shuddered and dropped to his knees, and thrust his little hips, moaning as his hands fell away from the crotch of his thin leggings. A little elven penis, complete with tiny testicles, was outlined in perfect detail. Jorgen watched it twitch, and then a small wet spot appeared at the head of the adorable little thing. And still the little elf stared at the barbarian's bulging trousers.

Jorgen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would be amused if this wasn't so life changing for the little guy. Girl.

"He's imprinting," he said, putting Selene down.

"Take him somewhere and get him settled. Maybe it's not too late.. I guess it's inevitable. But maybe we could be better prepared..

"I don't know. Just go. Meet me back here, I'll find a place to wait for you."

"Yes master," she chirped, then ran over to Arelyn. She kneeled down in front of him and blocked his view of Jorgen's midsection. "Ari," she said, "look at me. Hey, there you are. How's my little guy? We're alright. You're alright. Come on, take my hand. Let's get you cleaned up."

The little inorei just nodded and let Selene led him away.

Jorgen felt terrible. That was not how he wanted that to go. He didn't really know how he wanted it to go, but that was definitely not quite it. That poor little elf.

Jorgen had wanted to humiliate him far more gently and maybe hug him afterwards. He decided right then that he would be kind to Selene's little husband, and that he wouldn't take her away from him.

For now, the still-erect barbarian found a grassy spot on the edge of the road and flopped to the ground with a massive thud. This was not going well. Suddenly a face was looking down at him. Traya.

"Hi," he offered, lamely.

"That bad, huh?"

"It's hard to see how it could be worse, in this particular moment."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it big man. Selene caught me on her way into town. She asked me to take you to a guest room elder Tania had prepared for you. You can get a bath, some food, a nap. Get your mind off of things for now. Lyn just needs some reassurance, I think. Selene will make sure he's alright. She's always looked out for the little guy."

Jorgen got to his feet and stepped back from the athletic elven ranger.

"Can I ask, Traya, how old you are?"

"Sure, forty-four. Why?"

"I don't suppose you've ever imprinted."

"Um, no?"

"I'm having a run of luck on that front. Lyn makes three."

"Ah."

"I'm not sure you should be spending time with me, especially because I probably smell awfully.. masculine, at the moment," he said, glancing down at the wet spot on his trousers.

"You smell pretty feminine too," she said, pointing at the large wet spot on Jorgen's shirt.

"That's it?"

"You do smell pretty good."

"Oh for fucks sake."

Traya busted out laughing. She had a sweet, infectious laugh and the big man couldn't help but join in. His deep laughter echoed through the forest while her higher-pitched musical giggle danced in the air.

A few minutes later, Traya and Jorgen laid haphazardly in a little grassy clearing, staring up at the canopy, far over head. Traya offered Jorgen a small flask and he took a whiff. Strong.

"Brandy, it's pretty rough but I'm thinking you'll handle it fine. What do you weigh, anyway, two hundred pounds?"

"Closer to two seventy-five, I think. I haven't stepped on a scale since I caught a ride from Palla on a small trade vessel. The captain had everything weighed to the ounce, and loaded it so that the boat was perfectly balanced. I was part of the cargo, and so I was weighed."

"I didn't know a human could get that big."

The barbarian lifted the flask to his lips and burning sunshine rolled down his throat. It was fruity and bright and possibly the strongest liquor he'd ever had. He let himself enjoy the burn. It was exactly what he needed.

"Thank you. It's really good."

"Go ahead and finish that one off. I have another," she said, shaking a second flask above their heads.

"So, tell me why we're not worried about you going crazy for my human cock?"

Traya sighed, but it sounded playful, not annoyed.

"Honestly? I'm feeling it, a kind of lust on overdrive. But it seems like I might be able to manage it. Selene and Lyn are young, the memories feature younger elves losing their minds from the barest exposure to you lot. Around my age we're coming out of our adolescence, and the hormones have cooled. And I'm a ranger. Discipline. Finally, I'm the kind of girl who prefers pussy, generally speaking.

"That said, I imagine that, if you wanted to have a go at me, I'd end up your drooling slave in no time."

"If I wanted to, huh? I guess it's a good thing I've learned a little self control. You're really lovely, but I'm juggling enough pussy for the moment. And little dicks too, apparently."

Traya's beautiful laugh filled the air once again.

Once the unlikely pair caught their breath, Jorgen worked up the courage to ask what had been on his mind since Traya mentioned her preferences.

"So, you and Selene?"

"Ah. Yeah. She's my favorite. Not just mine, I have to say. She's gorgeous and strong and intense and it's like she can reach your soul through your pussy."

"Makes me wish I had a pussy.. Washing hair? Is that just a secret code or do you guys actually wash your hair?"

"Ha! Both, if you must know. There's a little hot spring that's popular with us ladies."

The big man chuckled. He really liked this girl. Maybe he'd found a friend?

"Selene mentioned that a lot of the village women turn to each other to get a little relief. I'm glad Selene's had someone like you to take care of her needs.

"You might notice that she's a little different," the barbarian continued, "if you do find some time to wash each other's hair."

"Oh, how's that?" Traya asked, sounding intrigued.

Jorgen had to be careful. The brandy had his lips flapping. He remembered that he was supposed to have demanded sex after Selene offered the life debt, but he wasn't going to make up a story. He decided to just play with the timing a bit.

"Well, it seems like something changed after I.. hilted in her."

That much seemed true, but imprinting had her wild to start with.

The big barbarian went on to tell the tale of his slutty little elf putting on an obscene show at a certain pool. He didn't mention is was the first time.

"And things got wild and completely uninhibited. She said she felt free for the first time in her life, or something like that.

"Anyway, by the end it was a lot more than sex. She's incredible. I'm falling for my slutty little elf, head-over-heels."

"Why slutty?"

Jordan was prepared for that question.

"She called herself a slutty elf. She was feeling shame or self-loathing I think, for imprinting so easily. So, I decided to lean into that.

"I'm dominant, sexually, so I tend to see the satisfaction people get out of some darker things. Like humiliation, for example."

Traya was silent for a moment, and then let out a long breath.

"I really hope she'll want to wash my hair soon."

"And I'll be demanding details from one of you."

Traya nodded. "Reasonable."

"Good," Jorgen said, hopping to his feet with a thud.

"Now show me to my palace"

Chapter 12: Selani Village

Summary:

Jorgen gets a short tour of the tree village

Chapter Text

Chapter Twelve: Selani Village

Traya really like being dwarfed by this massive human. She had to look up anytime he asked her a question about the village, and she found herself staring in awe on more than one occasion. The barbarian noticed but he was so good-natured, she thought. He didn't pretend not to know what was going on, but he didn't tease her or seem at all uncomfortable. He just kept talking and being friendly and gorgeous.

The elven ranger was leading Jorgen in a slow spiral on her way to the community tree.

"What is the community tree, exactly?"

He have a meeting hall, a canteen where you can get a bite and a decent beer or wine, and the elder's apartment, along with rooms for visiting VIPs. You get one of those by the way.

"So it's under a big tree?"

"I guess you could say that," Traya answered, looking amused. He didn't ask.

The big barbarian was skeptical when she said that they were in the village proper. He hadn't seen any substantial buildings and was more than a little confused.

There were paths and decorations here and there. Gardens of mosses and ferns, stacks of stones. He saw a couple of hand carts that seemed to be for landscaping. And there was a large pond under a break in the canopy. It was landscaped with some walkways and benches around it, and had beaches of smooth stones. In the middle of the pond there was an island, connected by a small stone bridge, with a large gazebo in the center.

He saw magic light posts and strings of lights that glowed dimly in the forest's filtered sunlight, but would brighten up at night, he knew. They had the same in Areistea, emitting a pleasant warm white light.

But Jorgen saw no houses or shops. He did hear voices, but he thought that they were some distance away. Sounds echo in the cavernous forest.

Seeing his confusion, the lovely elf held back a laugh.

"Look up, barbarian," she said, not unkindly.

He had to look way up.

"How the fuck did I miss that? Again! The guard post was in a tree too, how am I this oblivious?" he wondered, cursing himself for playing the big dumb barbarian. He hadn't even noticed the spiraling constructions around several large tree trunks. Stairs. The big barbarian was looking a touch pink under his beard, that was until he began to take in what he was seeing. Then he forgot all about his embarrassment.

Jorgen finally understood that Selani was an elven tree village, something he'd dismissed as fantasy.

"Oh," was all he managed to say, looking like a child seeing the ocean for the first time.

"Impressed, barbarian?"

Several huge trees seemed to make up the core of the village, and Jorgen studied the layout in awe.

"Should we go right to the common tree,' Traya gestured at the thickest tree trunk he'd ever seen, "or do you want to head up this one," she asked, pointing at the nearest tree, which was a bit smaller, "and see some of our houses and shops first?"

"I'll follow my guide's lead," he said with a wink.

"Goddess he's beautiful," thought Traya.

"Traya?"

"Sorry, right. Come on, my room is up above on the first level, and Selene and Arelyn's house is just above me on the second. We can cross from the second level to the common tree" she suggested, pointing at a tree bridge a hundred feet up. It reminded Jorgen of the bridge over the river.

"Let's do it," he said, a little nervously. He wasn't afraid of heights, but he wasn't exactly comfortable with the thought of walking across a bridge a hundred feet in the air either.

They walked down a side path path to one of the spiral stairways that seemed to grow out of the tree trunk. Both the tree and the stairs had a golden brown color, and the steps were rough, almost bark-like, and were about five feet wide. There were no railings, he noticed.

They started climbing, with Jorgen hugging the trunk and Traya in the center of the staircase, apparently unconcerned. He couldn't help but notice the way Traya's ass bounced with each step. He thought she had a great ass, not on Selene's level, but very nice.

They passed several elves as they climbed the stairs, most of whom gawked at the massive barbarian, not hearing as Traya greeted everyone by name.

He noticed that they all seemed older. Twenties and thirties to Jorgen's human eyes. Which, he thought, probably meant that most of them were well over one-hundred. He hoped it meant that he didn't have to worry about imprinting during short interactions like passing elves on the stairs.

Of course, being elves, almost every one was beautiful. He couldn't be sure if they were mostly women, or if some might be inorei.

"Are there a lot of inorei here?" Jorgen asked, curious.

"About forty percent of our population are inorei, why?"

"I guess I was just curious if some of the beautiful women I'm seeing aren't actually women."

"Hmm.

"One, what does it matter?

"Two, inorei are considered women, for the most part. The main exception is if they get married and are expected to be husbands"

"You're right, it shouldn't matter" the barbarian said, "I'm still adjusting, I guess."

"So, how old is the oldest elf in Selani?"

"I think the eldest is over three-hundred-and-fifty,"

"The elder?"

Traya laughed.

"No, elder Tiana is actually pretty young at about one-fifty. That's a story I'll let her or Selene tell."

The stairs seemed to do one spiral circuit per level, Jorgen noticed, and they passed a few more elves before they got to Traya's level.

He saw a few elves dressed like Selene, in practical earth-tone blouses and pants that were somewhere between leggings and short pants, a little more substantial than some of the tights he also saw. These also tended to wear boots.

He saw another that was dressed like Arelyn had been, in grey tights with a puffy white blouse that stopped at the waist. He didn't see a penis on this one, but the fit wasn't so tight that a little soft one would be obvious from ten feet away.

There were a few wearing what Jorgen considered human-style dresses. Not fancy but everyday wear like you might find on a farmwife selling vegetables at market.

Most of the elves, though, wore fitted lightweight tunics in blues and greens and yellows that were almost mini-dresses, and some had trousers or tights on their legs. Many of them were bare-legged, and Jorgen had to avert his eyes from an elf walking ahead of them. She was wearing a short tunic that exposed her very cute elven bottom from below. He tried not to notice that she wore small underpants like Selene's, which left the nicely rounded elven butt cheeks exposed.

At least he thought she was a 'she.' He was so confused.

Traya caught him trying not to look, and giggled in her beautiful clear voice.

"Not a lot of modesty among us elves. There's no harm in looking. I am."

"Huh?"

"Looking," Traya said, "You're not the only one who appreciates an attractive figure."

"Fair enough."

The stairs finally reached the platform of the first level. They passed right up through the floor and stepped to the side, and were on the platform proper. It looked like a market dominated this side of the platform.

Traya guided him through the open space, which was not overly busy, but there were elves buying and selling, or just strolling through the market. They took a meandering path. The layout was chaotic to Jorgen's eyes.

One older elf was strolling along, eating what looked like meat on a stick that smelled amazing.

He noticed a few elven couples that seemed to be enjoying some time together, and one had a baby. The first elven child Jorgen had seen. It was tiny.

There were a dozen or more spaces set up with tables and shelves that displayed a variety of things. Some were fruits and vegetables, others were herbs or spices. Another had a few weapons and leather goods, and another had bolts of brightly colored fabric. There were also three food vendors and Jorgen had to control himself.

Traya stopped by the weapon stand. Jorgen caught a surreptitious nod. But a finely-crafted wooden bow had caught his eye. It had intricate nature-themed designs embossed into the elegantly curved, dark-colored wood. It was a thing of beauty.

"That's an interesting bow, is it a special design?"

"It is," the vendor looked Jorgen over. She was older, wearing one of the practical outfits. She didn't seem that impressed by him. It was a nice change. "I heard little Selene ran into a big human. Life debt even. That's something else. I hope you'll be good to her, young man," she trailed off.

"The bow," she glanced at Traya again, "It was meant to be a gift to the elder, but the elf that commissioned it for her.. isn't around any more, and never paid for it. Jania, our bowyer, wasn't about to give it to anyone for free, so she asked me to sell it. You interested?"

Jorgen turned to his guide.

"Traya. Selene's bow broke, and I want to get this for her, if you think she would be able to use it?"

Traya seemed eager for Jorgen to buy it.

"Oh, yes, that would be a perfect fit for Selene. She's a good hunter, and I'm sure she could handle that draw, no problem. I say go for it."

Jorgen turned back to the vendor and opened with "I have Areisian gold and silver coins."

"Hmm. We deal in these, usually," she said, fishing out a handful of multi-colored polished wooden coins. They clinked together almost musically, so they must be some sort of hardwood. There were some marks in elven that the barbarian couldn't read.

Another glance between the terrible collaborators. Jorgen figured it was a local thing. Some benefit for helping to sell it, maybe.

"Or we barter. Let's see your Areisian coins. Maybe we can come up with something."

Twenty minutes later Jorgen was the temporary owner of a new elven bow. He'd removed the bowstring and strapped the bow to his pack. It ended up costing him forty silver. He'd exchanged another ten silver for a pouch of wooden elven coins.

The vendor had been strangely accommodating. "Forty silver? Even I can see this bow has artistry and design and craftsmanship and all that. I could probably sell it for ten gold," he thought, "Weird."

"Food? I'm buying," Traya offered.

"Yes, please. That meat smells amazing."

"Mhm. It's boar. Oira has a secret seasoning mix that's pretty good."

"Sounds good," Jorgen said, and they made their way towards the vendor.

He ordered three skewers, and a large cup of ale. Traya led them to a small table. Jorgen had to set his chair aside and kneel on the ground.

Traya looked amused but said "Sorry. You're absolutely huge. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"You haven't even seen it," the the big barbarian said with a wink.

"Everyone you've met has seen it. I pity your trousers, trying to contain that monster."

Traya's eyes held an amused, possibly flirtatious twinkle. Jorgen liked the pretty ranger, and would probably jump on the opportunity any other time, but the situation was complicated enough. Plus, having a friend here seemed like a good thing. And Traya was easy to get along with.

"Custom tailored. Most won't."

Traya giggled.

"I'm not lying," Jorgen said with a grin.

Traya thought that the huge barbarian's confidence was entirely too sexy.

"Speaking of. I'm glad my trousers came up. I need to buy some clothes. Can you take me to a tailor?"

"Sure, no problem. I have nothing else happening today. We'll just cut through the inner walk, so it's not really out of our way. When we're done eating."

Jorgen nodded and took a bite.

"Tell me about Guin," Jorgen said, a minute later.

"Guin is..."

Traya sighed.

"Guin is... a pain in the ass. Officially I am supposed to marry him one day for procreation, and it's customary to try to form an attachment, so we schedule time together at work. He's a good ranger, and a decent person, usually, but he's incredibly insecure."

"How so?"

"We've tried the whole inorei-female procreation thing. The sex was terrible, awkward, and he got possessive and weird. Now working with him is.. tense.

"He's probably the most masculine elf I know, which isn't saying much obviously. He thinks he's the rebirth of the elven male or something. Get his clothes off and he's inorei through and through."

"You're awfully comfortable sharing these intimate details, Traya," Jorgen observed.

"Ha, you haven't noticed that about us elves? The more salacious and embarrassing something is, the more we love to talk about it. We're all terrible gossips. Don't do something if you don't want everyone to know about it, in detail."

"Good to know."

"Guin is not happy about you. He tore into me about flirting with you. You stomped all over his little masculinity delusion."

"I feel bad about that, I feel sympathy for the elves' entire situation," the big barbarian said.

"But I don't think that sort of delusion has been doing much for your people. That's kind of why I'm here."

"Talk to the elder about that. I'm not heedless to the situation, but you're above my pay grade," the elven ranger said, then took a big pull from her ale.

"This ale is pretty good," Jorgen said, finishing off his own.

Traya nodded and stood.

"Be right back."

Jorgen looked around. He was getting used to all the stares. It all seemed pretty harmless. At least he wasn't seeing hostility, or lust. Well, not too much lust.

His elven friend returned a minute later with a small wooden box. She opened the lid and a little steam escaped, and she pulled out a small, moist towel.

"Oira keeps these handy for her customers. I forgot to grab one when we ordered, but you're lucky to get a hot one. Wipe your beard and then your hands. It feels great and you've got boar grease on your face."

The barbarian hadn't even noticed. He picked up the little cloth and gave himself a once-over.

"You're right. This feels great."

"We elves are fastidious about some things," Traya said, then used her own towel. Her cheeks were flushed when she pulled the hot cloth away. It was a good look on her.

She caught him checking her out and kicked him under the table. "Make up your mind, barbarian."

Jorgen laughed heartily. It was deep and sonorous. A lovely sound, the elf thought.

"I like you Traya, I won't lie. You're nice to look at and have a great personality. But I need friends here. A drinking buddy at least. So, I'm hoping we can spend some time together, and keep sex out of it. For now anyway."

"For now, huh?," she smirked before continuing, "I suppose that sounds about right. It's always nice to meet a kindred spirit. And I approve of your taste in women."

"Yours too, Traya, yours too. Selene is something else."

"The best of us," the elf said, "and not just because she's half high elf. She's alive in ways that most elves just aren't. Not anymore anyway. Selene will never accept that the Downfall as the end of us. We need that hope, that optimism."

"Half high elf? That explains the hair, I guess? I haven't seen anyone else with hair that color."

"Yes, and yes," the elven ranger answered, "the hair, her build, and her eyes are all high elfin. She's tall though, even for them, and mithril hair is rare. Platinum is more common, and blonde, and the occasional red or black. Almost never brown, like mine."

"Mithril hair? And what's the difference between elfin and elven."

"Well most would call her silvery but she's a cut above, so I think mithril sounds better. And elven physical features are 'elfin,' I don't know why."

Traya leaned forward, "It's probably not my place to say more, but, just be gentle with her when her father comes up."

Jorgen caught the look in her eye. Something pretty bad had happened.

"Understood. Thank you, Traya."

Then the barbarian stood, and Traya gulped. He just towered over everything, she thought. tall for a wood elf, she felt absolutely miniscule looking up at Jorgen. And eye-level to that trouser snake of his, she couldn't help but notice. Goddess.

Jorgen watched her with a smirk.

"You alright there?"

Traya laughed and and stood.

"Let's go see a tailor."

Chapter 13: A Normal Afternoon at the Tailor

Summary:

Jorgen needs some new clothes.

Chapter Text

Chapter Thirteen: A Normal Afternoon at the Tailor

The inner walk turned out to involve heading back to the trunk and walking around the exit from the spiral stairs, circling the trunk and coming out on the other side. There were a few small buildings in this quarter of the platform. They were all two story, and Jorgen thought they were probably a living space above a shop. Most had signs out front, in elvish.

Fortunately, he had Traya. She led him to a shop that was about halfway between the trunk and the platform edge, not quite opposite the market they had come from. Maybe three-eighths the way around, Jorgen thought.

She had said that roughly half of this platform was for shops and the market and the other half was residences of the standard style, which she called "squares". She'd said they had a bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom.

"I hope this tailor isn't young," Jorgen, asked, concerned that this might have been a bad idea.

"Tisia? Over two hundred, and a mother."

"Is that significant?"

"Ah, yes. I guess you would say mothers are much less likely to form new entanglements. It's one of the sadder features of becoming a widow.

"Alright, let's do this."

Traya led Jorgen inside the tailor shop to discover it was tiny. He felt like a bear in a pottery shop. There was an aisle straight to the back of the store, which seemed to be a work area. Racks of tunics and blouses, and a section of dresses lined the aisle, except for a spot in the middle that had a small seating area, from which came a rich, aristocratic voice

"Traya, dear. Can I ask why you've brought a beast into my shop?

"Great," Jorgen thought.

The speaker was an elven woman who seemed to be in her late thirties. She was tall, perhaps five-foot-seven, and slender, almost skinny. The elf had a golden blonde hair color that Jorgen had seen a few times, but it was not common. It was similar to the barbarian's own color, though hers looked silky and was done up in a messy bun. Her eyes were a lovely violet color that he'd seen once or twice today, but they were ruined by her cold glare.

Her face was attractive but sharp. The impression she gave was somewhere between haughty and severe. She reminded him of a governess that he'd met once. She had traveled with one of the Areisian officer's children to visit him at Eastwatch.

"Tisia, nice to see you," Traya said charmingly, if not convincingly.

"Jorgen here needs some clothes. There isn't a better tailor in the village."

Tisia looked to Jorgen and scanned every inch, developing a scowl as she went.

"This is a human."

"Very observant," Jorgen had the wisdom to say.

The haughty elf's glare was almost a squint at this point. She turned back to Traya. Apparently she wasn't speaking with him.

"Traya, do you not know that my daughter is tenarei?"

Traya visibly gulped.

"I.. no, I did not. I thought she had married? Isn't that why you moved to Selani?"

"She was married. Then she delivered some uniforms to the guard barracks in the trade district, and disappeared for a month."

Traya seemed like she was about to make excuses and a hasty exit, but Jorgen's curiosity got the better of him.

"Why did she disappear?"

Tisia deigned to reply, while pretending Traya had asked the question. She didn't look up at the big barbarian.

"She decided that several shirtless Areisian guards warranted a group sex odyssey that had her on her back for over 50 soldiers. For a month. Is that enough detail or would you like more?"

Honestly in any other situation Jorgen probably would like to hear more. Actually, he had a pressing question.

"Does that mean she imprinted?"

"She is tenarei, young human," she growled, still looking at Traya.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what that means."

The elven tailor sighed rather dramatically and Traya looked ready to bolt. Tisia looked up at Jorgen, the first time she'd caught his eyes. The expression in them was chilling.

"It means, human, that she is imprinted on all humankind. She is a whore in the trade district. It's the only work that suits tenarei. She's on her back for your kind every night. If she were here, she would be on the floor begging for your human," she said, eyeing Jorgen's trousers, "meat."

"And her husband?"

"After their marriage was annulled, he, or rather she, joined my daughter at the whorehouse. They both service your kind, human."

Jorgen had a thought.

"Has she considered using that as an opportunity to get pregnant?"

"Excuse me?" she almost hissed, "What business of your would that be? And I cannot see how that's even a logical question."

The big man grinned.

"Is there a place we can sit?"

The elven tailor glared at Jorgen for a few seconds before huffing out a breath. She pushed past Traya, careful not to touch the big human, and headed toward the back of the store.

"Follow me."

Tisia brought Jorgen and Traya back to the work area. Jorgen sat cross-legged on the floor and the two elven women sat across from him on small stools.

"I cannot wait to hear this," said Tisia, with all the haughty sarcasm that an elf could conjure. Which was a lot, apparently.

Jorgen then told an abbreviated account of his conversations with Aleisa and his own ideas about humans, humiliation and arousal.

He didn't think prostitution was the way forward for most elves, but it might be one avenue to successful procreation. He thought it was a good experiment nonetheless.

Tisia had gasped, scowled, hissed, and sulked over the course of the conversation, but her expression had softened by the close of the barbarian's explanation and she spoke directly to Jorgen when he finished, without the glare of death.

This was the first time Traya had heard any details on Jorgen's quest, and her dark eyes sparkled.

"I will speak with my daughter. At this point, there is nothing to lose. Perhaps she and her ex-husband can bond over the experience, whether it helps them procreate or not.

"Thank you for the explanation, human."

"Jorgen."

"Yes, thank you, Jorgen.

"I suppose I'd better measure you. We'll need to go out to the street, there's not enough room here for you to spread your enormous arms. Jorgen, please carry this stool," she said, pointing to small wooden stool that was about a foot tall.

Jorgen and Traya shared a glance but he picked up the stool and the followed Tisia, who carried a tape, a pencil, and a pad of paper.

When they reached the "street," as Jorgen thought of the paths between buildings, Tisia led them to a small alcove where her shop and the one next to it joined at an odd angle, taking them out of the foot traffic in this neighborhood. The alcove sat just across from a "T" intersection, with another path ending across from them.

In short, they had no privacy.

So, of course, Tisia made an unreasonable demand.

"Strip," she said.

"Excuse me? I can't do that!" Jorgen exclaimed.

"Are you not wearing underwear? Although I suppose if you were, that thing in your pants might not be so.. prominent."

Elves had no filters whatsoever, Jorgen had learned.

"Of course I'm wearing underwear."

"Then I fail to see the problem."

"Have you not noticed that we have a very curious audience, Tisia?"

It was true. Foot traffic slowed as it passed the trio and elves were finding excuses to stop and watch the group, openly or surreptitiously.

"Hold on," Traya interrupted. She stepped out into the walkway, looked up, and whistled two long and one short notes.

Jorgen went to speak but Traya just held up a finger in a classic "hold on" gesture. So Jorgen and Tisia just stood there looking confused.

About thirty seconds later, one, then two, then three elves in ranger outfits had appeared. One, an athletic female with a figure similar to Selene's, but a little shorter and sturdier, and dirty blonde hair in a short ponytail, dramatically slid down a rope from above. Jorgen looked up to see that she had dropped from a bridge connecting the platform above to another tree. The community tree he assumed.

"Traya, what do you need?" the athletic blonde asked. One of the others, with dark hair and olive skin - the darkest color he'd noticed among the elves - was studying Jorgen closely. He'd have to watch her.

"Keira, good. We need to clear out onlookers and keep any elves from approaching Jorgen here."

"Right." the lovely blonde ranger said crisply, with a curt nod. Jorgen wondered if rangers had ranks, and what Traya's was, if so.

"Good idea, dear," Tisia chimed in.

The big barbarian was struggling to keep his cool. After all this, it seemed like they were not giving him an easy way out. And he did need clothes.

The three rangers pushed the elves that had been finding an excuse to loiter further away, though most were still watching, and more were joining them. Two then took up positions on either side of the alcove, and Keira stood between the trio and the intersection across the way. It was not private by any means.

The big blonde barbarian accepted his fate, whatever it might be. He knew the whole village was gossiping about him anyway, As long as none of the elves imprinted, it would be fine. So, Jorgen faced his audience with a confident grin, and stripped.

He kicked off his huge boots, and Traya collected them. Then his shirt. He heard gasps and saw a lot of elves that were no longer pretending to look elsewhere. Traya was doing a good job appearing neutral, but she couldn't hide her glances.

Tisia had set up her stool behind the big man and was standing on it, the top of her head level with his nose. He felt her tiny, cool hands on his back as she steadied herself. The haughty elf tsked as she studied the huge man's muscular back.

"You are an absurd creature."

"Thanks."

The elven tailor started with his neck. She was surprisingly agile and formed a loop and flipped it over Jorgen's head. It didn't even hit him in the nose.

"This is ridiculous. Twenty-two inches."

"At least it's narrower than my head, right?"

"Only because you have a head that's almost proportional with the rest of you."

Tisia continued on to his biceps, and then his chest. Jorgen had to help her get the tape into place, and it wasn't long enough to encircle his massive torso. She held a mark with her finger as he helped her reposition the tape. She muttered as she added the two lengths.

"Absurd."

He couldn't help but notice she was petting him as much as she was supporting herself, at this point.

"Are you alright, Tisia. Do you feel anything odd?

Jorgen had stopped paying attention to his audience, but sudden concern over Tisia had him scanning the scene. There were more elves and more rangers. There were probably a hundred elves watching at the moment, and he saw Traya talking to two rangers who had an elf held between them. She was struggling, and staring right at Jorgen with an all-too familiar lust.

But the rangers seemed to have it under control.

"I'm fine, human. I am affected but not in danger. An elf my age can exert a lot of self-control.

"You're petting me."

"Yes, yes, I know," she sighed, "Your skin is lovely and the muscles and size are pleasing. I suppose I could stop myself. The scent is more distracting, but I am in no danger, I promise."

"Are you going to stop running your fingers up and down my spine?"

"Yes, yes, if you insist. I need to move anyway."

Tisia removed her hands and climbed down, then moved in front of Jorgen.

"At least I'm done balancing on stools."

The elven tailor measured his forearms next.

"This step isn't normally required but these are just.. absurd. It's best to make sure you have room."

Jorgen studied the middle-aged elven woman. She seemed to be in control. Her mouth was closed and she wasn't quite devouring his muscles with her eyes.

Next was his waistt. This time, she insisted on placing the tape herself. Which, of course led to the elf having her face pressed against his rock-hard abs. She didn't not sniff.

"Tisia?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. You can remove your trousers."

Jorgen gulped.

"Must we, can you not measure over my trousers?"

"Of course not. These are thick and baggy," she stated, tugging on the fabric over Jorgen's hip, "I could be off by inches."

Right.

The massive barbarian looked out over the crowd as he undid his belt. There were a lot of elves. This was becoming an event. He counted at least a dozen rangers, and they were busy managing the crowd. They seemed to have it under control, at least. Traya came up next to Tisia and held out her hand. She was doing her best not to scan Jorgen's exposed skin. He handed her his belt.

"Everything alright here?" he asked, gesturing to the crowd.

"Oh sure. Elves aren't known for challenging authority. They're all following our commands.

"Except for that one."

"Yes, Dolean. We took him to his wife's shop and she has him well in hand. Don't worry, Jorgen."

The big man decided to trust his new friend, and unlaced his trousers.

Tisia was tapping her foot impatiently now, and Jorgen noticed Keira behind her. She was spending about half her time scanning the crowd, and the other half Jorgen's body. He would be lying if he said he minded that. She was beautiful.

Jorgen's trousers dropped and Traya reached down to pull them off his feet. She was uncoordinated, seeing as how her eyes were fixed on the silhouette of the barbarian's massive cock. Fortunately the attention hadn't been exciting enough for him to begin swell.

"Tray-"

Tisia went straight for it, grabbing the middle of his shaft through the thin fabric of his boxers. He was not all that surprised.

Jorgen sighed. He looked around and every elf in the path, including the rangers, was staring at the big man's huge cock. Except Keira and Traya.

Fuck. Jorgen's cock twitched. Was was wrong with him? He knew he had to do something.

"ELVES!" boomed the big barbarian, putting his massive chest to work. The tree shook. The elven world shook.

Tisia jumped back, releasing his cock, thankfully. She was surprisingly agile.

Jorgen noted that and continued, looking around at the slack-jawed crowd. They didn't seem to be in a daze of any sort. That was good.

Go back to your business IMMEDIATELY!"

There were three general categories of reactions.

One group ran. That was almost half of the elves.

The second, including every single ranger, stood to attention, more disciplined than even the Areisian soldiers Jorgen had fought with in Palla.

The third group was the biggest concern. They dropped to their knees, some prostrated themselves.

"He's like a god, or a.. king" thought Keira, "Of course Selene found him-

"Discipline, Keira!," the ranger commanded herself, "You will never beat her without discipline!"

"He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend," chanted Traya, internally.

The barbarian decided to lean on the military discipline.

"RANGERS! Move these elves out of here!" he commanded, in his deepest, most powerful voice.

"Goddess," was Keira's first thought. Her second was to follow orders. His.

"Goddess," Traya thought, "he's just so-

"Focus, Traya!," she berated herself.

Keira and Traya recovered quickly and got the rangers on task. The streets were cleared and nobody was imprinted, as far as anyone could tell. Jorgen had felt something click when he started commanding the elves.

"This.. command thing.. might be a way to avoid imprinting?," he wondered. But for now he needed to wrap this up.

"Tisia, finish please."

She was standing with her hands clasped in front of him, looking at the ground. She seemed in control now, and Jorgen really needed clothes.

The elven tailor managed to complete her measurements with only three unnecessary adjustments to his cock while measuring his inseam. He twitched on the second, her third was definitely more of a stroke than a grope.

"Absurd," she muttered, noticing her pussy was soaking wet for the first time in years.

Jorgen was getting hard. Thankfully, they were finished, and the big man quickly tugged on his trousers and held his shirt over his growing tent.

"Jorgen, sir. Please come back inside and we'll discuss outfits and payment," Trisia said, then walked a bit unsteadily into her shop.

"Sir?," Jorgen almost asked, but decided to let it go. He turned towards the rangers instead.

"Keira, right?"

"Yes sir."

"Traya, what do you think of you and/or Keira here setting up a guard for me? I think it would be a good idea to have some assistance if the situation ever gets out of control, again.

"I'm assuming you're some sort of officers? I noticed the two of you are the only ones who didn't lose control. That would be valuable to me."

Keira responded.

"Yes that's right. Traya and myself are captains. Traya commands the patrol district around the village, I command the guard for the community tree, and Useil and Ereisa each have command of two residential trees.

She added, "The four of us rotate command of the rangers for Selani county every three months."

"That's interesting. I hadn't seen any guards until this incident."

"We're always nearby," Traya said, a little mysteriously.

"I think it's a good idea," said the lovely blonde captain.

"Agreed," said Traya. "I'll run it by the elder but I am sure she'll agree.

"Good, thank you both. Keira, nice to meet you."

"You too, sir. It's an honor."

Jorgen didn't hate that, so he let it go.

Chapter 14: The Community Tree

Summary:

Aftermath, the tour continues, and the guest house.

Chapter Text

Chapter Fourteen: The Community Tree

Traya, Tisia and Jorgen stood in Tisia's work area.

The big man had ordered five outfits, and the first would be ready tomorrow. It had only cost him seventy-five Areisian silver, which Tisia said she'd send to her daughter who could spend it in Nathelas. Tisia had apologized and suggested that she, and others, might have imprinted if he hadn't taken command.

"I felt your commands in my head," she said, "I wanted to follow them. Even now I believe you could probably command me with a word. And my mind cleared.

"I feel fine," she continued, looking determined, her lavender eyes twinkling, "I am attracted to you, Jorgen. That was true the moment I saw you. Your commands.. I think you freed me to say that I am very, very attracted to you."

Jorgen just sighed.

"I'm commanding elves, now," he thought, "This is a very strange afterlife."

Tisia continued, "But more importantly I feel in control, the imprinting, if that's what this was, is my choice. The only time I've felt something like it was the day my husband and I conceived our daughter. It's nonsensical. And yet, that doesn't bother me."

Traya piped up before Jorgen could respond. The petite ranger was looking at him differently than she had earlier. Her demeanor had been casual, curious, friendly, now it was.. Jorgen couldn't quite place it. Childlike, perhaps. Or like she was speaking to a superior.

"I had a similar experience, sir. But I hope we can remain friends. Please don't abuse it. I don't know if we can be friends if I'm subservient to you."

The big barbarian had had it. "What in Aleisa's cunt are you two blathering about?" Abuse what? Speak!," he growled.

Something happened to Traya then, but Jorgen couldn't figure out what it was. She seemed recovered, he thought.

"Sorry! I don't know why I said those things. It was a weird side effect of what happened outside. Everything is fine si-Jorgen."

Tisia looked.. fine as well.

"I have nothing to add, sir," she said.

"Fine."

Jorgen stormed out, his large frame took several racks down behind him, but he didn't even notice.

Traya followed and Jorgen turned back.

"Traya, are you really alright?"

"Jorgen, I'm fine, thank you for worrying about me. "

She seemed.. fine.

They stood outside the shop. Jorgen noticed that the street was back to normal and everything seemed.. fine. Nobody was staring at- nobody was staring at him.

"I.. think there is maybe a lot we've forgotten about human men," Traya started, interrupting his circumspection, "Genetic memory does eventually fade, over generations. The more powerful or traumatic an engram is, the longer it will last."

The pretty ranger continued, "Scholars estimate about five thousand more years for the downfall. Some elves think we could hold on, somehow.. Anyway, what happened today. We'll adjust. Just, be my friend, alright? Riots aside, this day has been fun."

Traya's sweet smile looked a little tired.

Jorgen took a moment to consider, thinking to himself, "'They'll adjust' she says. I guess it's not my place to force the elves to react to me a certain way?"

"More importantly," he decided, "I want to be her friend. I'll focus on that, and we'll figure the rest out later."

He was grossly simplifying the situation, and knew it. But the barbarian didn't like to overthink things, especially on limited information. So he put on his best confident, reassuring smile, and said, "Alright, lead the way, my friend the captain."

"Right. Let's get you to your rooms, I'm sure Selene will look for you there when she can get away."

Traya led Jorgen out past the shops until they were on the outer edge of the platform, there was a railing here, and they walked along the edge until they were opposite the trunk from the market area.

This half of the platform was dominated by what looked like organic row houses, with little garden plots in front of them. There were some paths between the buildings that seemed to lead towards the trunk.

"That's mine there," Traya said, pointing out a two-story building.

"The whole thing?"

"No," the elf said, chuckling. "Just those two," she added, pointing to the two right-hand windows on the second floor. "There are stairs in the back of the building. So, you know where to find me when I'm not working.. or washing hair," she teased.

They followed one of the paths Jorgen had seen between the row houses, and found a new spiral staircase heading up. Much like the first time, the barbarian was treated to several nice elven undersides. These little tunic dresses were something else, Jorgen decided, "They just barely cover their little elven butts, even without stairs." He didn't disapprove.

In one case, the big man noticed a tiny bulge. The elf it was attached to was lovely. He looked back to see that 'she' was now frozen in place, staring up at him in awe.

Traya caught all of this and got Jorgen's attention. She leaned in to whisper.

"That is Seris. She is thirty-seven, I think, and is about to do something dumb. I'm going to intervene. Stay here, or better yet, wait for me a few steps up."

"She," he thought.

Traya turned and headed back down, and Jorgen moved up the stairs. He watched the ranger intercept the pretty young elf, and sling an arm around her shoulder. She pulled her in tight and turned them around, heading back down. He listened in as Traya begin leading the inorei away.

"Hi Seris. What are you up to today?"

"Oh, hi Traya. Nothing, umm. That was Jorgen?"

And that was all Jorgen heard before they were out of hearing range. He sat on a step about halfway up, watching the few elves that went by. Most of them tried to be polite, but he got a few stares, as expected. No incidents.

"She's alright. A little dazed. She might have had a reaction if I hadn't separated you."

The big man looked a little out of sorts himself.

"'She' - the unmarried inorei version", he started.

"I need to let that really sink in, so I don't feel awkward every time I check out a pretty girl only to discover she's also got a pretty little penis."

"The married ones are girls too," Traya said under her breath, but she smiled at the big man's discomfort

"Anyway," he continued, "thanks for doing that. It seems like I need to be really careful."

"Well, Seris is the youngest adult elf in the village, after Lyn and Selene. You're probably fine."

"I saw a baby in the market."

"I said adult elf. I think we have two infants, three toddlers, and two elflings."

"Elflings? Do I need to worry about any of them?"

"Hmm. Yeah, better stay away from the elflings - older than children but younger than full adults."

"Ah. That's my general policy," he joked.

That earned a giggle as his new elf friend led him up the stairs and on to the second level.

This platform was smaller than the lower level. Maybe half the diameter. The sun, much lower in the sky now, reached the platform in spots, coming in through gaps he could see in the canopies of the big trees.

Looking up, he could see at least one more platform above this one, even smaller in diameter.

This level was populated with stand-alone cottages, their back walls facing the still-substantial trunk. Each had a little garden plot that served as a front yard, growing mostly vegetables and flowers. Jorgen figured that a little magic was involved, as there were only patches and dapples of the golden late-afternoon sunlight.

The cottages faced outwards, such that residents would exit their gardens onto the path that led around the edge of the platform. Traya pointed out one little cottage in particular. "That's Selene and Lyn's."

The pair kept moving, and finally they reached the bridge to the common tree. Jorgen decided not to look down as they moved across. He noticed that the second level of the tree they were leaving, Ruitan, was roughly even with the first level of the massive common tree.

Looking up through the branches, the barbarian decided that the underside of the canopy was almost two hundred feet up. And they were already a hundred feet from the ground. It was awe-inspiring.

The first level of the common tree looked to be split into quarters. As Traya led him around the familiar outer path, she pointed to the first section. It had a dais near the trunk, with a desk and a podium in the center. In front of that, in increasingly wide rows that extended almost to the outer path, were benches.

"The meeting hall. We don't use it often."

"Why not?"

"Nothing much changes, I guess."

"Make sense. I guess that could be seen as a good thing."

"Not when little has changed for two thousand years and your race is fading," said the elven ranger, dryly.

"Fair enough."

The next large section was the canteen. Nearest the trunk was an open kitchen, where he could see two elves cooking. It smelled delicious. In front of the kitchen, acting as a sort of separator, was a long, rounded bar. A beautiful older elf with golden-blonde hair and unusually large breasts, the barbarian couldn't help but notice, was tending bar. Three elves sat on stools, having a drink.

Away from the bar, running out towards the platform edge, were a large number of tables, some big, some small. There were probably almost a hundred of them, so big was the space.

The sun had set and the open dining area was filled with magical lights, hanging down as pendants or in long strings draped from the second level, forty feet above. It was a lively spot and Jorgen could see himself spending time there.

The big barbarian hoped he'd be able to comfortably socialize with elves at some point.

He saw probably fifty of them enjoying drinks, food, and conversation. It looked nice.

"Next drinks are on me, Traya."

"I'll hold you to it."

The final section took up about a third of the platform. It was a building, two stories tall. It looked surprisingly fancy and formal, Jorgen thought. Traya led him through a doorway in the middle of the building, and they stood in a large foyer.

"First floor is for entertaining. When the duke, other nobles, or important guests visit the elder, she'll throw parties in here. Dining room, dance hall, lounge, library," she said, gesturing at several doorways.

They came to a small spiral staircase but Traya led him past it. "Kitchen is through there, she said, pointing to a doorway on the left, "it's kind of a beehive past the kitchen - servant quarters, mainly - and there is a communal bath", she said, pointing to the right, "that's kept running, if you want to check that out. It's nice, but feels abandoned. Maybe you can liven it up.

"You do have a private bath in your apartment as well. Big one, if I remember correctly."

Jorgen loved baths.

The elven captain led him back to the small spiral staircase and they started up.

"This leads all the way to the elder's home on the second level of the tree. We get off here. These are all guest apartments."

They had exited into a second foyer-like space, with one door each to the left, right and back. At the front of the building was a large window facing out into the darkening forest.

"The door at the back leads to five smaller guest rooms.

"The one on the right," she said, as they faced towards the front of the building, "is the same as yours, but elf-sized.

Traya led him to the door on the left.

"This is the only room with a bed, and bath, bath big enough for you. It's a holdover from the time when there were humans in Westhaven. Female humans, at least, were welcome in the village back then.

"The downfall was already well under way but, well, it was a strange time. Orcs were at the walls, so a few elves chasing human dick didn't seem like the end of the world. Shows what we knew."

"You talk about it like you were there."

"The memories. It's almost like I was," Traya said, sadly.

"I'm sorry. Sorry to bring it up. Sorry that we did this to you."

"Nah, humans did nothing wrong. Areis has been good to us, despite everything. But thanks."

Traya led Jorgen into his apartment. It was pretty large. He noticed magical lights in tasteful locations around the room, giving the space a nice, comfortable feeling.

"Touch the lights to turn them down or off. It's pretty simple. Where your finger touches the glass is your starting point. Slide up for brighter, down for lower. Some can change color by sliding left or right"

There was a sitting area to the right as they entered, facing an open balcony that looked out over the forest.

"In the winter, you can shut off the balcony with these shutters," the elf said, pointing at the folded door-sized panels on either side of the balcony, "not that Selani gets cold. It almost never freezes. Down south is a different story."

The panels had glass windows in them, he noticed.

"What about bugs?"

"Bugs? Magic."

"Ah."

Across from the entry was a doorway into another room.

To the left of the entry was a sleeping area, with an enormous bed, a pair of nightstands, a small desk, and a large wardrobe - seven feet wide, he decided. The bed was probably an eight foot square.

"Pretty self-explanatory," she said.

"If that bed is half as comfortable is it looks, then this will officially be the nicest place I've ever stayed. That's twice as big as the bed we humans give ourselves."

"Where are you from, by the way?"

"Valcris. I ran a tavern there with my wife and kid. Father too. We lived above the tavern. Nothing this fancy, but it was comfortable."

"Valcris, way up north, I gather?"

"Yep. On a big lake. It's cold up there, but beautiful. Or I always thought so. I hadn't seen an elven forest though."

"Where's your family?"

A dark shadow passed over the big barbarian's features. It was a little scary, Traya thought.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's alright Traya. Orcs. It's just something I have locked away, and it takes a little willpower to keep it that way, you know what I mean?"

"Not really. Elves have a lot of issues, Jorgen, but we know that keeping something bottled up isn't healthy."

"Maybe I'll tell you what happened someday, Traya. Then you can decide if you'd like to learn how to bottle things up."

"I'm sorry," the pretty elf said, looking up at Jorgen with wide, glistening brown eyes. Then she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the barbarian's massive torso.

Traya felt like an elfling hugging her father. She took a deep breath with her face pressed against his chest.

Jorgen felt the little elf's warm body pressed against his, and it felt good. He gripped her slender back and torso in his massive hands, and gave her a squeeze.

"Thanks Traya."

His big hands only added to the experience Traya was having. She had been swallowed into a warm, safe place where nothing could touch her. Where she was free to be vulnerable, wrapped in a solid mass of overwhelming masculinity. And this smell! Then there was another feeling. As the barbarian's huge hands squeezed her tight, pulling her against his muscled torso, she felt her pussy clench, and a wetness seeping into her underwear.

Traya began to move against the huge man. He didn't register it right away. But when the elf's small hands found his ass and she began to grind her body on his cock, he responded, stroking her small back, and leaning down to smell her silky brown hair.

He froze.

"Traya, STOP."

She froze. Her eyes cleared. She nodded.

"Yes, sir."

It worked.

"Oh shit, it worked," he realized. I want her to obey my orders?

"Captain. I command you to go back to normal."

"Maybe that will work," he thought.

"Y-yes, sir,"

But suddenly Traya leapt at him, She wrapped her body against him even tighter than before. She was frantic. Like Selene had been. She was imprinting.

Jorgen gripped her shoulders and pushed her back, looking into her face. She had a dopey smile, and a glazed look in her eyes. Her hands reached out to find his chest, roaming his muscles as she rolled her hips, humping the air.

Jorgen did the only thing he could think of. As gently as possible, he slapped the pretty, man-drunk wood elf across the face. Her head spun away, followed by her body, and she hit the ground, catching herself on hands and knees. She trembled and then started to sob.

"Fuck!"

What was he supposed to do? He couldn't take her anywhere, he couldn't even touch her. He could only hope it wasn't too late.

He had to get out of the room, give her space to recover.

The big man retraced his steps until he found himself outside, in front of the guest building. He walked to the edge of the platform, then looked down at the forest.

"Relax, Jorgen," he told himself. He breathed deeply and called on his willpower.

He saw that there was another, smaller village tree about two hundred feet away off to the left. It looked like it had a single platform where he could see some of the twinkling magical lights.

Jorgen continued to breathe deeply until he felt calm. He put his willpower to work. This was just a new memory to manage.

The cool forest air carried the sounds and smells of people enjoying the canteen next door, so Jorgen decided to get a drink. He could only hope Traya would recover and find her way home. And that she hadn't imprinted. He needed to find out what had happened with Arelyn too, but he didn't want to push himself on Selene and her husband until they were ready.

He'd have to figure out this command problem, he knew, but not tonight.

Chapter 15: Nightlife

Summary:

A short filler chapter, I'm posting 16 too.

Chapter Text

Chapter Fifteen: Nightlife

Jorgen stepped into the canteen. Though "into" was relative. He'd left the guest accommodations and followed the edge-path away from the building, until he reached the open space that made up more than a third of the platform, containing the kitchen, bar and tables of the canteen. He would call it an outdoor restaurant, but the platform overhead provided a high ceiling of sorts.

As the big man entered the space, he noticed that the floor was a nice polished wood, as were the well-built tables and chairs. Towards the outer edge of the canteen, opposite where Jorgen had entered, there was a small band playing some music on stringed instruments that the he didn't recognize. It consisted of three beautiful elves, sitting in a small half circle, seemingly lost in their music. It was a mellow, relaxing sound.

There were a few tables available that weren't crowded. in fact this part of the canteen, near the guest house, was relatively empty.

The big man found a longer table with a bench that looked like it would hold his weight, so he pulled it out and took a seat. His knees wouldn't fit under the table, so he would just have to lean forward.

Jorgen had been trying to ignore the stares of a several elves who had noticed him before he took a seat, a few of those were still watching him in a manner that was becoming all too familiar. The big man tried to casually smile and wave, and most of his admirers seemed to remember themselves and looked away. Good enough.

Jorgen was trying to think of what he might order when a slender, probably-female elf approached his table. Who was he kidding? It was almost impossible to tell at this point.

"You must be Jorgen," she started.

"I guess my name has made the rounds," Jorgen said, with a polite smile.

"Well, word travels fast in Selani, and you are hard to miss."

"Thanks," he said, not knowing what else to say.

"My name is Erelia" she said with a wink. That brought Jorgen out of what should have been a routine conversation.

"Erelia, can I ask you to step back, please?"

Looking annoyed, she complied.

"Did I say something?"

"You're at risk of imprinting. Can I ask how old you are?"

"Right, I see. I'm seventy-eight. And, while you're a gorgeous hunk of a man, I'm not feeling anything particularly strange. It's probably fine, right?"

"You would be the fifth encounter I've had since yesterday morning that was fine, until it wasn't."

"I think I understand, and I can see that it's important to you.. I will keep my distance, and will spread it around that everyone should do the same. That work for you, big man?"

Jorgen smiled gratefully. "Yes, thank you, Erelia."

"You're welcome, Jorgen. Can I get you a drink?"

"Two ales, and a shot of that strong brandy. I need it."

"Strong brandy.. There are a few that are double-distilled or even triple-distilled. My favorite is a dry and smoky one, from Tyaraei."

"Sounds good."

"Have you eaten?"

"Not since lunch"

"I'll bring out some bread and cheese to snack on, then."

Erelia left and returned with his drinks, and a big, by elven standards, tray of food. It held a basket of warm bread rolls, a plate loaded with chunks of what looked to be three types of cheese, and a familiar little box containing a couple of moistened towels. His stomach growled and he realized he should probably eat something more substantial.

Drinking took priority. He really needed to take the edge off of this bizarre day.

Following the elves' custom, the big barbarian used one of the little towels to wash up, then started in on his ale.

Four ales, three brandies, and two polite but firm rejections later - with a bit of help from Erelia - Jorgen was feeling no pain. He had finished the bread and cheese, but it hadn't done much to soak up the alcohol. He knew he'd sleep well tonight.

The barbarian raised his large hand, hoping to catch the barmaid's attention. It was hard to miss and Erelia appeared in seconds. She had to help him pick through the wooden coins, which he was clear-headed enough to insist that she do from the other side of the table. The attractive elf looked disappointed, which was a sign that he'd made the right call.

This was exhausting.

Thanking her for the service and promising to come back, Jorgen stood, a little unsteadily, and made his way back to the guest housing. He was looking forward to testing out that giant bed.

Traya was gone when Jorgen got back to his room. He wished he knew how to check up on her. But other than getting additional elves involved, and all the risk that entailed, or walking to her apartment, and all the risk that entailed, he didn't have any ideas.

Looking at the bed for a moment, Jorgen decided to check out the mystery room. He wasn't exhausted, just buzzed.

He stepped to the doorway and felt around, finding a magical light in a sconce. Turning it up, he blinked, not quite sure what he was seeing. Well, there was a bath. A large copper tub left of the doorway. In front of him was a washbasin and a mirror, with a shelf of towels next to it. Finally, to the right, was a partition with a privy behind it.

Both the floor and the walls were made of the polished-looking wood that the wood elves used to build, or grow, their buildings. This room's wood was a light golden color. Jorgen could only assume it was waterproof.

What really got the big barbarian's attention was the pipes. Plumbing. One of the soldiers he'd fought with in Pallas was from a wealthy merchant family, and they had a townhouse in Areistea. He spoke to Jorgen of the wonders of indoor plumbing, which had been installed in many of the wealthier residences in the city. Water was pulled up from the city well through copper pipes inscribed with water magic runes. Water then drained down into the city sewers.

Jorgen first went to the washbasin. It had a green copper pipe and a little pad where he touched his finger. Warm water instantly came from the pipe and poured into the washbasin. He slid his finger up, and the water became hot. He slid it down, and it became freezing cold. "Amazing," the barbarian thought. There was a drain in the bottom and a stopper on a chain.

He looked at the privy next, It was a standard privy seat over basin of water with a drain at the bottom. There was a pipe in the basin, extending two inches from the back, sitting above the waterline. It had a small nozzle pointing forward and up, and a much larger outlet pointing down.

A familiar pad was on the wall next to the privy, and when the barbarian touched it, a large volume of water entered the basin from the downward outlet, and then drained out. The water stopped when he removed his finger.

Curious, he touched the pad again, but this time slid his finger upwards. A thin fountain of water came out of the upper nozzle, and some of it splashed to the floor in front of the privy. It would clean his backside, Jorgen thought. He noticed there was also a small basket containing some thin, soft paper. He guessed that would clean his backside too. All of it was amazing to the barbarian.

Finally, the bath. It was round, made entirely of copper, but had nice engraved designs and rested on four carved stone feet. It was five feet in diameter, and almost three feet deep. There was a drain plug and Jorgen looked underneath the tub, finding a similar drain in the floor. He noticed that the all the floor in the room sloped slightly down towards the drain hole. Once again, there was a large pipe over the edge of the tub nearest the wall, with a familiar pad on the wall next to it.

The big man had been looking forward to bed, but now the bath was calling out to him.

Jorgen put the stopper in the drain, then turned on the water. He slide his finger up until the water was steaming hot. Perfect.

The barbarian went to the wardrobe and removed his dusty boots and belt, then his trousers, loose undershorts, and his shirt. He was going to hang the shirt and trousers up but he noticed they were pretty dirty again. In fact, he was reminded of Selene's gushing orgasm when he saw a big spot on the shirt that had picked up more dust than the rest.

He could use the washbasin, he realized,

The large, naked barbarian pulled his second set of trousers and two pairs of undershorts out of his pack, then piled all of the laundry on the floor next to the washbasin. He'd take care of that later.

Chapter 16: A Bath, an Elfling, and an Elder

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Chapter Sixteen: A Bath, an Elfling, and an Elder

The bath was about two-thirds full, so Jorgen turned off the water and stepped into the tub. He felt his stress fading almost immediately. The huge man settled into the bath. He could sit cross-legged, or lean back and prop his legs on the opposite edge. Jorgen opted for the latter and was soon lounging comfortably in hot, steaming water.

The barbarian amused himself for a few minutes watching his thick soft cock bobbing in the water. He tried not to take it for granted. He knew it was a blessing.

Jorgen dozed off for a few minutes but managed to wake himself, wanting to bathe before bed. But he realized he didn't have any soap. Looking around, he found a small shelf on the wall behind the tub. It contained several glass bottles, a sponge, and a familiar bar of soap. The big man washed his golden mane of hair and his not-so-short beard. The hair was a bit of a chore, but long hair was standard in his father's tribe, and it felt natural to Jorgen. He had stopped braiding it at some point during the war, and despite the occasional convenience, he liked the feeling of his shaggy length shifting as he turned, or being lifted by the wind. It just felt right. He was pretty well-groomed otherwise, he felt. He would sharpen his knife and do some trimming soon. Finally, Jorgen used the soap and the sponge to scrub down his body until he felt like a new man.

Standing up, the barbarian grabbed one of the large towels he'd laid on a table that sat between the washbasin and the tub. He went to work on drying his hair, which took a few minutes. Then he used the second towel on the rest of his massive body. Then, the big naked human happened to glance up at the mirror.

Elder Tiana had sent Lys to notify the barbarian the he would be joining her for breakfast in the morning. The elder was adamant that young Lys keep her distance and do not tarry. As a young high elf noble without an immediate marriage prospect worthy of her family, Lys had been sent from Nathelas to serve as the elder's handmaiden. She didn't mind the work and the elder was pleasant most of the time, but this backwater village was so boring.

Lys climbed down the spiral stairs from the second level down into the guest building, and to the northern guest room. She peeked in the door and didn't see anyone, so the barbarian probably wasn't here. Being a curious eighteen year-old, Lys of course decided to snoop through the human's belongings. Who wouldn't. As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the smell.

"What is that?" the slender elfling wondered, wandering around the room. She was distracted from the scent when she noticed the barbarian's belongings laying on the floor next to the wardrobe.

Lys found a dirty pack, dirty belt, some dirty boots, a well-used knife, and a beautiful custom bow. She poked through the pack and only found some small wood carvings, a blanket, some jerky and hard tack, a water skin, some rope and other camping supplies, a pouch of wooden coins, and another pouch of gold, silver and bronze ones, that she recognized as Areisian currency.

Feeling a little let down by the mundane possessions of this exotic barbarian, she was getting ready to leave when she caught a strong whiff of the mysterious scent. Then she heard a splash from the bathroom.

"He's here!" Thought Lys, moving to leave before she was discovered. Then she remembered her task and knew that if elder Tiana found out that the barbarian had been here, but that Lys had not delivered the message, she would be auditing ledgers for a month, which was the elder's favorite punishment for her young handmaiden.

Lys stood in the middle of the guest room, frozen in indecision. She was starting to sweat and feel a little weird. Finally, she gulped and made up her mind. She needed to get this over with.

She should have called out.

The slender young elf reached the bathroom door and looked in. She had to cover her mouth to stay quiet, she'd almost squeaked! What was this?

Reclining in the tub was the biggest person, or animal, or anything she'd ever seen. He had a long golden mane, and beautiful tan skin. The massive muscles of his broad shoulders and long thick arms were too outrageously huge and sculpted to be real. It wasn't possible. And the muscular lines on those long, powerful, well-defined legs, propped up as they were on the far edge of the tub, were mesmerizing.

"How can a back be that broad? The humans in Nathelas look NOTHING like that. Is he even real?" the youthful blonde elf wondered. Her mouth was hanging in disbelief. And something else.

The barbarian was faced away from her, and he appeared to be sleeping. She studied the lines of his massive form, eyes roaming back and forth and over again. The young elf hadn't moved since she first saw the man, she just couldn't look away. Then she focused on the water at the middle of his body, where there was something floating. She was starting to feel dizzy, and her nostrils were flaring, enticed by that smell.

"It must be his scent," she thought. "And what is that floating thing?"

Her small breasts felt tender under her tunic, and she was feeling an odd tingling from her woman parts. "What is going on? And what is that floa-"

"Oh goddess."

"Oh."

It bobbed and rolled with the big man's breathing.

"That's not possible."

Lys had the memories like any elf. She'd seen sex and humans and humans having sex. Elves usually started integrating that knowledge as puberty kicked in. She'd only started seeing the more dirty stuff last year, but now those memories were as familiar as her own. Especially the ones featuring human males. And their penises.

Which didn't look anything like the thick bobbing head she was seeing now. As the massive human breathed in, his cock would roll away from Lys, to the right, and she could see his shaft, or some of it.

It was soft, and as big as her slender forearm. As he breathed out, his cock would roll towards the awestruck elfling, and the huge slit of his massive, ridged, plum-sized cock head seemed to wink at her.

She understood this feeling now. It was lust. The massive barbarian's masculine scent, his masculine body, his massive, masculine COCK. She wanted to do things to that cock but she' didn't know what. All she could do was stare. She was sweating and her virgin womanhood felt gooey, and her underwear were soaked. Lys felt a strange hollowness inside.

She was wearing her usual green tunic that night. She hadn't bothered with leggings today, as warm as it was. She wore a pair of comfortable sandals and had the silver chain her sister had given her on her slender right ankle.

So when the elfling's hand reached under the hem of her short little tunic, there was only the thin, soaking wet linen of her skimpy undershorts in the way. She slipped that to the side.

Lys instinctively spread her legs and leaned against the doorframe, holding herself with her left hand while her right explored her folds.

Her big sister, Earys, was Lys's idol. She was only thirty-eight, just barely out of her own adolescence, but she seemed so adult to her little sister, who idolized her.

Last winter, Earys had taught Lys how to pleasure herself.

The slender young elf was putting that to good use now. Still devouring the massive golden-maned barbarian with her innocent eyes, Lys started by tracing gentle circles over her outer lips, spreading her lubrication and enjoying the sensations that seemed to rise and fall in harmony with the giant man's gentle breathing, and the slow roll of his thick fleshy cock.

Back, and forth, up, and down. Lys's delicate fingers were slipping into her folds now, still gently caressing and tracing in time with the roll of the mesmerizing human cock.

"It's a human cock! Oh Goddess this is so wrong. So oOOhh wronnngg."

Lys slapped her left hand over her mouth, almost falling in the process.

"I am such a slut. A horny slutty elf that wants nothing but human cock. So slutty, so wrong so so bad so much cock."

The young elf was working herself more vigorously now, even dipping her fingertips into her shallow channel. Earys had showed her where her maidenhood was, and made her feel it. She could only go in about an inch, but she felt a powerful desire to just plunge her fingers deep inside. "Just slam them in, like a big human cock," she fantasized.

Lys dismissed the thought and kept her purity intact for at least little longer.

She was getting close. She had to be quiet. The slender elfling dropped her underwear, which slid down her long, coltish legs, pooling at her feet. She slipped off her sandals then grabbed the thin, wet cloth with the dexterous toes on her elegant right foot, and lifted them with a graceful agility that defied the awkwardness of her long legs.

Never stopping her self-pleasure, Lys plucked the underwear out of her dainty toes with her left hand. Then she balled up the small piece of fabric and shoved it in her filthy, slutty mouth.

"Such a filthy, slutty, mouth, sucking on my own slutty juices. Oh goddess what do a man's juices taste like? Do they taste as good as they smell?"

Lys eyed the long slit on the huge head of the barbarian's cock. She could taste it from there. She could suck it right from the source. She loved his cock. She could be his slave. She loved him. What was his name?

"Oh goddess I'm going to come. Ohh I want to touch it. Squeeze it nmmmmm rub it all over me."

She moaned through the fabric in her mouth. There was no way the human heard that. "Right?" she hoped.

He moved. "He's sitting up. What am I doing?"

Lys couldn't stop, she kept touching her lips, pushing into her center, rolling her engorged clit. Her boyish hips were pumping against her hand now, her palm grinding her clit and her delicate fingers tickling her hymen.

"He's w-washing his hair. He's not going to turn around. That's good mmmmm because I'm not stopping."

The slender elfling was leaning heavily on the door now. Her legs felt weak and her breath was coming in soft gasps. Her middle felt empty, even emptier than before.

"Why do I need a hymen?" she wondered.

"Oh goddess look at that back. It's as big as three elves all by itself. How is he possible? And where is his cock?"

Lys's orgasm had faltered when the big barbarian woke. She was just getting back into the rhythm when his beautiful cock was blocked from her view.

"I hate your stupid back you big dumb barbarian! Move out of the way!" she screamed internally.

But Lys wouldn't give up. She needed to come. The smell, the muscles, focus on those. Think what he could do to her. He could toss her around like a toy doll.

"He can do anything to me as long as I can be with that cock. Can you marry a cock" she wondered.

This wasn't working. The smell.

"This is the smell of a man. The smell that ruined elves forever. I can taste it, feel it on my skin, oh goddess how is it so good?"

Lys was getting into it again. Her little hips where pumping and she had two delicate fingers bullying her little clit. She propped herself up with her shoulder and her left hand found a tiny breast, and squeezed and pinched her usually puffy nipple. It had hardened into a thick nipple and it was very sensitive. Her touch sent a spark of lightning strait to her clit.

"mmmMMMmmm," she whined.

"So. Close."

The massive barbarian had risen to his knees, and was washing his legs, his hips and his ass.

"That. Ass! How is it so big and so tight? It looks so hard! The muscles are moving oh goddess ooohh goddess soohhh close!"

The barbarian was washing his cock now, and Lys watched his massive bicep move and flex as he scrubbed his groin. She tried to move in rhythm with him. It worked.

"FUCK I'm coming yes just like tha-"

The barbarian stood and Lys jumped. Her orgasm was ruined again.

The dirty, slutty elf teen didn't care if the gorgeous human saw her anymore. Maybe she wanted him to see her.

"Would he take me? Would he shove that massive rod into my virgin pussy? Would it hurt? Would he knock me up? Give me a dirty half-human baby? Oh goddess oh I'm such a slut.

"What would Earys say? Oh goddess would my beautiful big sister chase this dirty human? Would his big fat cock fuck my sister?

"Would he fuck us together ooohhhhh goddess yesss"

She worked her delicate slippery folds until she felt it coming again. Her magnificent sex object was drying his hair now. Her long skinny inner thighs were coated with her virginal juices. She felt it trickle down as she flung her long fingers side to side across her lips and her clit, moving faster and faster.

He turned. She couldn't stop. There it was. Massive. Thick. Heavy. Longer and more beautiful than she thought, hanging down between his muscular thighs. The lustful teen spared a glance at the massive man-meat's stomach. The rippling muscles were almost as beautiful as his cock.

No, not even close. Nothing was more beautiful than that massive soft cock. Was it getting bigger?

She came.

Jorgen glanced at the mirror. He wasn't thinking, he didn't remember where he was, he didn't think about what he did to pretty little elves, he just stared. She was coming. Just staring at his cock and frigging herself like.. like a slutty, sexy little elf.

But she was so young. Long golden hair, done up like the elder, the barbarian thought. Long elven ears, the longest he'd seen. They twitched and curled. Her face reminded him a little of Selene. This girl was more feminine, with a softer jaw and more innocent eyes. Eyes that were devouring his cock with a wide-eyed intensity that was a little scary, Jorgen thought.

She had long, skinny legs, and little bare feet emphasized by the most simple, but erotic anklet imaginable. Awkward, erotic, and adorable. She wore one of the tiny elven tunics, hiked up over her frantically frigging fingers, riding up her slim, boyish hips.

But she's so young. She couldn't stop staring at his cock. It was like he wasn't even there. Only his cock existed for this nubile little elf. His cock that was starting to throb.

"Oh fuck! Imprinting!"

Jorgen reached towards the pretty young girl, helplessly, he didn't know what to do. She was blocking the door, and it was probably too late anyway.

This little thing was ruining herself and it was his fault.

Then the elf came with a groan and dropped down to her knobby knees, then fell to her side. She curled in on herself and thrust both her hands into her crotch, her hips continuing to grind against them.

"How old are you?"

The first words that came to mind were uninspired to say the least.

"How old are you?"

She heard the sounds, and then the words.

It didn't matter. Lys felt amazing. Her eyes were closed and she was floating. Nothing matters. The world is perfect.

She looked up. There he was. So handsome.

"I love your smell."

"I love your great big body."

"I love your COCK!"

Then she babbled, "I love you I love you who are you do you love me are you going to fuck me now I hope you are please fuck me oh gods it's growing"

The elfling's eyes fixed once again to the barbarian's midsection. It was bigger. It was pointing at her.

Jorgen noticed her nostrils flaring and her eyes going glassy, but she spoke before he could think about what the fuck he was going to do.

"What is dripping from you?"

"Your filter is worse than mine. Eyes up here. Now!"

Nothing.

"Is she already imprinted?" The inappropriately naked, inappropriately erect barbarian wondered. "I got through to Selene but I couldn't stop her lust, she just controlled it. This girl is too young to have any self control.

"So am I apparently," he thought, frowning at his cock. "I have to command them before they are past the point of no return, maybe?"

The pretty little elf's hands started moving against her crotch again.

"Maybe I just need to yell?

"Girl! What's your name?

"Eyes up, NOW!"

Jorgen bellowed the last and the room trembled. The elf froze.

Lys felt that voice in her soul. She looked up at her master.

"Master?" she thought.

He caught her eyes.

"DO NOT LOOK DOWN.

"STAND UP AND WALK TO THE BALCONY. NOW!"

Before the girl could even move to comply, an imperious voice rang out.

"What in Aleisa's name is-"

"Aleisa is EXACTLY what's going on here!" Jorgen growled.

But elder Tiana, looking beautiful in a blue silky robe, was staring at Jorgen's cock, just as oblivious as the girl at her feet.

The big barbarian turned and grabbed a towel and held it in front of his cock, where it tented obscenely. But at least it was covered. He wondered why he hadn't done that in the first place.

Tiana was looking at his tent. So was the girl.

"I AM GETTING TIRED OF TELLING YOU SLUTTY FUCKING ELVES TO LOOK THE FUCK UP!"

They jumped, the girl fell back on Tiana's legs. Both pairs of eyes were as big as any he'd ever seen.

"Fear. That's an improvement," Jorgen thought, sardonically.

"Tiana, I expect more from the leader of this community. Girl, what is your name and how old are you. Don't think. Just reply."

"Lys. Eighteen," she stated, flatly.

Jorgen sighed. He knew that sixteen was the age of majority everywhere in Athea. At least he didn't commit a crime.

"Alright, Lys. I am Jorgen. Listen to me carefully." he said, slowly and authoritatively'

"You have imprinted on me. I am so sorry."

How wide could elf eyes get, Jorgen wondered.

"Tiana. I need you to help Lys and go to the balcony. I am quite sure that even you are not immune."

Nothing.

"MOVE!"

"Am I just bullying them?" the stupid barbarian wondered.

It was a little cooler up here at night than it was on the forest floor, Jorgen noticed.

Tanya and Lys were side-by-side, leaning on the rail, staring out into the dark forest. It was almost midnight, he thought.

Jorgen remained in the sitting area. He had put on his dirty trousers and shirt. Which was a shame after that lovely bath, the big man thought.

Tiana turned and leaned back against the railing. She looked sober.

"This is my fault. In fact, I was curious."

Lys's head whipped around to stare at the older elf, jaw comically dropped.

Jorgen just sighed. He wasn't as surprised as he should have been.

"Everything is changing," she continued. "Nothing changed for centuries and now things are on the move. I think it is the time for bold action on each and every opportunity. The goddess Aleisa agrees, what more could we ask for?

"So yes I was curious and I'm going to be a lot more curious too."

"You unequivocally support Alesia's plan?"

The ageless elf paused. She closed her eyes and took a calming breath.

"Yes. Except for two little details. And I don't know if I can blame either on the goddess."

"The first?"

"I am concerned about you commanding the people of my village. Is that part of the plan? I will pray to Aleisa. I see no reason for you to do any such thing again until I speak with the goddess."

"I agree," Jorgen said. That was not unreasonable.

The second?

"The second.. is 'why?'

"WHY did you imprint MY daughter, human?

"WHY?"

Tears had welled in Tiana's eyes and her chin was quivering. Just like her daughter, the barbarian remembered.

"I don't know why you would expect to be exempt from this insanity. Why? You'd have to ask a shadow leopard, or my sailing skills, or this absurd quest. But, as soon as events brought your daughter and I together, our fate was sealed. There is no why.""

Tiana stiffened, and Jorgen saw the imperious elder take over.

"FINE. What's done is done, twice over," she said, glancing at Lys. "The one hangs on my head, and the other hangs on yours."

The barbarian just closed his eyes and sighed. He was doing a lot of that. He kicked out his legs and reclined back on the sofa, which creaked ominously, then rested his massive hands behind his neck. When he opened his eyes a few moments later, he was staring at the ceiling.

Then a younger voice joined the conversation.

"My father is going to kill all of us."

Great.

"What's going on with Traya, Selene and Arelyn?," Jorgen said, changing the subject.

The barbarian had decided to circle around to Lys's dramatic moment later. He needed a break.

Tiana raised an eyebrow but seemed willing to go along with him. It was no skin off her pointy little canines. She already knew who was going to kill them all.

"Traya is recovering. She probably didn't imprint on you. She does have a bruise."

Jorgen winced at that, but defended himself.

"She was almost there, Tiana. I'm getting very familiar with the signs. I did what I had to do, and it sounds like it worked. I am glad she's alright, and I apologize for hitting her. If you could pass that on, I would be grateful."

The elder nodded approvingly. Good.

"With regards the rangers, Keira will be monitoring you, per your request. She'll be doing so surreptitiously. You should know that I don't expect Keira would defy you, even if it went against my orders.

"You did something to her, to Traya, to who knows how many others. A healer said there was a massive spike of life energy near the incident. I can only hope it's not permanent.

"In the meantime, please, don't abuse my captain, Jorgen."

"Life energy. Engrams and all that are life energy, right?"

"Yes, no doubt this is related to both your life energy potential, which even I can tell is high, and the downfall."

"Jorgen," sighed Selene's beautiful mother, "I don't have time for this nonsense. Things are in motion. You are under my protection here, thought you don't know it.

"Just to be clear, yes, I do plan to see this quest of yours through, to see how it turns out. I agreed to that much when the goddess approached me. I am a radical, but I'm not alone. People want change. They know it's time.

"But please, please help me keep the destruction to a minimum," the aristocratic elf pleaded.

That would be a lot to unpack. For now, the barbarian nodded.

"Selene?"

"She and Arelyn are locked away. He has definitely imprinted on you. Selene has been.. helping him, emotionally and physically I believe."

"Alright. Orgasms seemed to help Selene, so maybe it will help him. I want him to feel safe and secure, Tiana, and I know your daughter loves him and so that means I do too.

"But I also have plans for him, so don't think it's entirely wholesome," the big man winked, and the elf blushed.

"You're not, jealous?"

"I am not jealous. I know that would be the usual reaction. But, I guess you could say that my ego is nearly unlimited at this point. It might burn me some day, but right now, there's just nothing in this world that threatens my masculinity. And men live or die on their masculinity.

"Emotionally, I may not be the best. But I think there's room in my heart for people who are better at emotions, and I hope they don't mind helping me when they get there."

The beautiful elf noble. Was she a noble? Looked thoughtful and intense.

"Men do live or die on their masculinity. I'd suggest you talk to our men, but that's no longer possible."

The big man frowned.

"Having confidence in my masculinity doesn't mean I don't sympathize with your people, who have lost it. I do. I sympathize greatly, and I want to help."

"I believe you."

"Good."

"See that you don't lose your way. You know what they say about power."

Jorgen nodded.

Lys was sitting on the balcony floor. She wasn't wearing underwear and didn't seem to care whether Jorgen knew that. She looked like she'd had a near-death experience.

Tiana cleared her throat and straightened her posture.

"Jorgen Lindren of the Furonti, late of Valcris, the Northern Tribes, may I introduce you to Baroness Raelys Asata, who is Lord and Lady Selani of Selani County and Second recognized daughter to Grand Duke Teiran Asata."

Jorgen was trying, somewhat successfully, to look anywhere other than the young baroness's dripping pussy while he processed that dramatic introduction.

"Baroness slutty elf the thousandth, close your legs, stand up, and go clean yourself up."

"Yes mas- meep!" the noble elfling squeaked.

"Just go," he sighed.

Jorgen and Tiana stared at each other, neither's gaze was friendly.

"I think she's going to be miserable until I do something about it. Your daughter was. You really fucked me over Tiana. Me and Lys."

Tiana, expression icy, had only one thing on her mind.

"The girl was about to call you 'master.'"

"Yes, and your daughter does too. I believe it's the imprinting, I am certain I've never commanded Selene, well, I did order her to give me a bath. Maybe the two things aren't so different. Life energy?"

"Perhaps. I am no scholar. And I don't have time for any of this. You will need to find the answer on your own."

Tiana' expression grew steely.

"Barbarian, I can not accept this idea that Selene thinks of you as her master. It's absurd. imprinting, life energy, commands, none of that could make my daughter submit to a human. I will NOT allow it!"

Jorgen focused on his breathing. He was angry. But he needed Tiana as an ally.

"You will not allow it? She is your daughter, not your property."

"Nor yours!"

"That is up to Selene, not you."

The woman glowered, she wasn't letting this go.

"Why? What could possibly change my daughter so much? That she would call a human brute her master? She is a noble! And so is Lys!"

"Your daughter screams 'master!' as I make her come, over, and over, and over again," Jorgen said. He knew this wasn't the right way to deal with it. He was just too fed up to care. Today had been the second longest of his life.

And this scheming elf had handed him an eighteen year-old baroness/slave with a homicidal, royal father.

Tiana's imperious attitude was gone. She looked like someone who wanted a good fight.

"Just three?" she asked, maliciously.

The big barbarian smiled. Then he leaned back, spread his legs and stretched his large, muscular shoulders. He did it slowly, giving the elf time to appreciate him. His hips lifted from the couch when he stretched, and his long, thick cock was outlined clearly against his thigh.

Tiana, with a front row seat to the barbarian's obscenely masculine display, looked nervous.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he said.

"I would," the elf thought, shamefully.

Instead she said, "we will have breakfast tomorrow. Good night," and turned to leave.

"Tiana! What about Lys?"

"She's your problem now. I have some plans in motion to deal with her father."

"And Selene's father," she called back from the foyer.

And then the elder was gone, and Selene's royal teenage baroness SISTER was in Jorgen's bathroom. Ruined.

Chapter 17: Imprinting Sickness, and a Vampire

Summary:

Short one. Ch. 18 coming within the hour. There's some new art on since I last mentioned it. https//NonSequiter

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Chapter Seventeen: Imprint Sickness, and a Vampire

Selene was laying in her small, cozy marital bed, wrapped around her petite inorei husband. He was naked, trembling and writhing. She had been trying to get him through this. He was almost paralyzed with lust.

The beautiful elven huntress had tried everything. Her poor little Lyn.

She looked at the carrot on Lyn's pillow. It was covered in oil and had been in her husband's ass for most of the afternoon and night. She had milked dry orgasm after dry orgasm out of the little guy. Sucking on his little penis like a sugarcane root and sliding that big carrot furiously in and out of his ass for almost two hours. That was just the latest session.

Emotionally, Lyn seemed fine. She'd hugged him and he'd hugged her and they kissed and made up and Selene told him about their new master. She touched him and pet him and made sure he knew he would be secure with their new trio.

That was before Lyn's symptoms got out of control. The little effeminate inorei was more aroused than Selene thought possible. But he was so uncomfortable initiating or being on top that his tall, athletic wife had to take charge. She'd tried it all. She even got a tiny load in her pussy. It didn't take, unfortunately. She knew her big barbarian would help with that.

She had told Lyn about that too, and he seemed to like the idea. He had soured on trying to procreate over the past year, but Selene hoped master would make that easier on her little husband.

There was just this problem of the pretty little inorei who was coming and coming but never COMING. Hours and hours. Tiny, bouncy little erection, 20 seconds of anal and/or a blowjob, 5 minutes rest, tiny, bouncy little erection, repeat. Selene was exhausted. She never, ever pictured a world where sex in any capacity with Lyn would exhaust her. Unfortunately it wasn't in a good way.

Imprinting on the big barbarian had certainly affected Lyn's arousal, but the side effects were deadly.

The elven huntress was pretty sure what Lyn needed. It was the only thing that had relieved her misery. She didn't know if her master was ready and didn't know how to make it happen. She squeezed Lyn and hoped he'd let her get a couple of hours sleep. But she already felt his little hips beginning to thrust. Backwards, as if she had a cock. It was hopeless. She reached for the poor carrot.

Jorgen found Lys in the bath, cooling water up to her neck. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was moaning and whining miserably. It wasn't hard for the barbarian to figure out what was going on. The sloshing was a clue as well.

"Lys?"

"Mm?"

"I think I need to help you. What do you think?"

"How?"

"How do you think, little one?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

It was early morning by now, and the big man was starting to feel it. It had been a very, very long day. He couldn't imagine that his new adolescent sex slave was feeling much better.

"No, you're not ready for that little one. Let's add some hot water to the bath, and I'll get in with you. How does that sound?"

"Yes please," she answered meekly, but without hesitation.

Jorgen reached over the little elf's shoulder and reached down to pull the drain. He wanted the water hot.

A pair of little hands grabbed his long muscular arm and pulled it between her legs with that elven strength. She pushed his thick fingers against her slippery smooth mound and began grinding.

"Be patient," the big man growled. Lys felt it in the vicinity of her gut, and she moaned and thrust harder against Jorgen's hand.

The barbarian extricated his hand, ignoring her wordless whining protest, and pulled the drain from the tub. Standing above and behind Lys as the water drained, Jorgen took a good long look at his newest addition.

The elven maiden was slender. Her hips barely flared and her breasts where small, but she had shapely, soft pink nipples that were slightly puffy, that complimented her small breasts well.

She had the face and body of an adolescent, albeit a beautiful one, with large, lavender eyes and a soft, pointed chin. Her hair was a light, golden blonde, and was currently a frizzy mess of small braids and loose locks. Her skin was a creamy pale color that looked healthy and youthful, but she did not spend much time outside, he could see.

Lys's nose and cheeks reminded him of Selene, as well as her lips. That was about where the similarities ended. The younger elf was feminine and meek compared to Jorgen's fierce, confident tomboy princess.

The teenage elf's legs were awkward, coltish, and absolutely adorable. They were among her best features. The barbarian could see that they would fill out a bit and be long and elegant like her sister's, but never as athletic.

"Move your hands, little one," he said. She did without a word.

"Keep your legs spread for me."

She did. Her hips were still rolling subtly.

Her hairless elven mound was smooth, with her inner lips hidden. It was swollen with arousal and self-abuse right now, but Jorgen thought it probably looked somewhat androgynous, most of the time. Just a slit.

"Alright, let's get a nice relaxing hot bath going and then I'll take care of you and we can get some sleep."

The big man plugged the bath drain and ran hot water, moving gently around the dazed young elf. He found the last towels on the shelf and set them aside. Finally, he removed his dirty clothes and stepped into the tub, savoring the hot water as it relieved the tension in his calves. It was a start.

He turned to check on the pathetic little elf, and watched her come alive.

Lys saw Jorgen's long, muscular legs first, and her dazed, glassy eyes began to focus, until they snapped to his midsection. The barbarian new that worshipping his cock was not what she needed, even if it's what she thought wanted, so he was ready when she launched herself at his swinging shaft.

The muscular barbarian spun, grabbing her slender arms as they passed by, both of them in one massive hand. He smoothly followed through on the spin, until he dropped down, pulling the little elf into his lap. Five gallons of water sloshed to the floor. That's what the drain was for, Jorgen figured.

Lys's nubile young body slid easily into a princess position, with the massive barbarian cradling her long legs in his right arm, his hand gripping her thigh, while her back and head could rest on his left shoulder.

The slender elfling was still struggling a bit, so he hadn't released her arms. Jorgen's big powerful hand was holding both wrists in one. The elfling's head was against his chest and her cute little butt was resting on his swelling cock.

Which she noticed. Baroness slutty elf was a biter. Jorgen never saw it coming.

Lys was in a daze. She knew master was with her now, but she felt really weird. The huge human was pulling her and holding her and it felt wonderful. Then she felt it, and everything came flooding back. She wasn't in a daze anymore. She remembered every detail. Of the cock that was currently under her butt.

"Let go let go!" she screamed in her head. But the only sounds that came out of her were mouth were moaning and whining.

There was a wall of flesh in Lys's face. She needed to get free. She was squishing and grinding her butt on the monster now, and it was getting hard.

So Lys pressed her delicate elfin face into Jorgen's left pec. She opened her mouth, and her tongue ran through the barbarian's soft golden fur. She sampled his salty, musky, manly skin. Then she bit down, hard. Her sharp incisors sliced easily into the meat of his muscular chest. She tasted his salty, coppery blood fill her mouth. She sucked. She swallowed.

Jorgen didn't panic. Nobody died. There wasn't even much yelling.

Jorgen did, however, shove his massive thumb up the slender elf's tiny virgin asshole. The water provided just enough lube that he knew he wouldn't hurt her physically. But there was pain. His thumb was the size of Areisian cock, or thee elven ones.

He had no choice. The royal pain would not let go. She had still been sucking his fucking blood, apparently forgetting about Jorgen's hard cock in a fit of bloodlust.

"How am I still hard?" Jorgen wondered as his blood was drained.

In any case, the thumb did the trick. Not only did she let go, she came. The slender adolescent's eyes rolled back into her head, her thighs shook, and her slippery little body thrashed around in the barbarian's massive grip. Her tight little asshole clenched rhythmically. Jorgen could feel the muscles spasm.

After two full minutes of blissful release, the little elf collapsed into a quivering heap of wet flesh, cuddling into the big gentle barbarian's chest. Blood flowing over their conjoined skin. Jorgen carefully extricated his thumb from the warm, grasping embrace of her tiny elven asshole.

Lys's explosive release in Jorgen's arms seemed to be what she needed. The imprint was complete.

The big man carried her slender figure and deposited her in the bed. He managed this while holding a dirty towel tightly against his chest, hoping to stem the bleeding. There was blood everywhere. But nobody died.

Laying on his back, dirty, bloody towel stuck to his chest, the big man reviewed his day.

"No. Fuck that."

He was asleep a moment later.

Chapter 18: Taking Responsibility

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Chapter Eighteen: Taking Responsibility

Jorgen woke with a skinny elf draped over his large body. This was his life now, it seemed. This particular elf was all elbows and knees.

He noticed that the bloody towel was still stuck to his skin, and it made a nice pillow for the young elven baroness.

The barbarian had decided that he wasn't going to become distressed, depressed, or any of that. He had started a new life from the ashes of his old. He had killed thousands of orcs in a killing haze, in a glorious blaze, burning away the last vestiges of who and what he was. Before.

This was his new life and he was going to enjoy it. Aleisa had sent him here to unbalance the elves, he understood now. She thought her plan would work, but not without some chaos. And Jorgen was almost certain that she had done something to his life energy.

In any case, today he was going to get settled in, take care of a few things, enjoy the tree village, and hopefully see Selene. All of her, preferably. He just had to find the right way to tell her about imprinting her sister.

"Master!," he heard from the hallway.

So much for finding the right way, he thought, petting the vampire who was currently adhered to his chest. With blood.

This would be interesting, but he wouldn't hide anything from his best elf. Not ever, Jorgen decided.

"Come in princess."

The athletic elf strode in, and froze. She was in terrible shape. Her hair was limp and messy, she had circles under her eyes, her blue tunic and tan trousers were crumpled and stained. And she was as beautiful as ever.

"You need me," he said. "I'm yours. Just help me get this vampire off."

"Vampire?"

"Northern thing. Bloodsuckers."

Selene moved to the bed to get a better handle on the situation. Her expression was cryptic, and she looked depressed, exhausted. She also smelled strongly of sex. The barbarian smelled oils and sour sweat mixed with cum.

"Do you know who she is?" Selene asked.

"Yes."

"Do you know who she is to me?"

The big man smiled ruefully.

"Yes."

"So how.."

"Big picture, your mother set it up.

"You'll get details when you don't look half dead. It might be the kind of story that a certain slutty elf would enjoy while riding a certain barbarian's cock."

Selene nodded, and then in an impressive demonstration of athleticism, she violently flipped her little sister off the barbarian, tossing her to the other side of the bed like a throw pillow.

The elfling just rolled over and went back to sleep. The towel was stuck to her face now, and Jorgen's chest was bleeding a little.

Selene took a deep breath, and it looked like she was about to cry.

"I love you," Selene whispered.

"I love you too, princess," he said, reaching out with a big hand. She put her dainty one over his palm and studied the enormous size difference. Selene's hands were on the large side for elves.

"Not 'slutty elf'?" she asked, looking up with a sad, tired smile.

"Not 'slutty elf.' Let's save that for the orgasms. besides, 'slutty elf' seems to be redundant"

That earned a brief flash of her brilliant smile. Worth it.

Jorgen pulled himself out of bed and Selene followed the naked barbarian to the bathroom. That improved her mood.

"Help me clean up my battlefield injury?" he asked

She turned up the light over the mirror and studied the vicious bitemark for the first time. She gasped, but then the gorgeous elf's jaw clenched and her steely eyes flashed and she glared at the wound like it had insulted her.

"Elven magic can heal this. Life magic."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Who has that?"

"I do. I'm not.. the best."

"And you hate not being the best."

The tomboy princess found his eyes with a gleam and a smirk. Things were looking up.

"Yes."

"Well here I am, injured and everything. Practice."

But Selene looked unconfident. The barbarian didn't like it. He lifted her chin and gave her a gentle, loving kiss.

"Come."

She didn't argue and followed the big man to the balcony. He turned one of the sofas around so they could see the morning forest through the balcony's lattice railing.

Jorgen casually took a seat in the center of the sofa, leaving only a little room on either side.

"Sit Selene, look at your little sister's handiwork and tell me about last night. If magic anxiety is anything like sex anxiety, you need a distraction. I figure your story will be as distracting as mine. We'll swap, and you'll heal me when the time is right."

Selene shrugged, then her lithe, athletic form leapt gracefully into action, and flowed like water over the back of the sofa. The barbarian was truly impressed by how effortlessly she rolled into his lap. Like she was all muscle and no bone.

He caught the limber elf in his massive embrace, and she ended up in the same position her sister had been in a few hours earlier. She snuggled in and started tracing the skin of his injured pec, gathering her thoughts.

"It started off alright," Selene started. She told him about reassuring Lyn, about telling Lyn how Jorgen could help them get pregnant.

"It was going well, but then the arousal took over. He was so helpless, master. It was like he'd never really felt it before. I helped him come, a lot. You can probably guess all that entailed. Whatever you can imagine, I probably tried it. "

"Goddess you smell good," slutty elf said. nose buried in the barbarians big chest. "I missed you."

Jorgen kissed the top of her head. Her smell was.. intense.

"So," she said, continuing her story, "Lyn would get hard, I'd suck his little dick with a fat carrot in his ass, he would whine and moan and try to thrust, but he basically just flopped around for a moment and then went still. Nothing even came out most of the time, his little balls were completely drained.

"Five minutes later he'd be hard and miserable again. Miserable and useless. He can't even take care of himself. He gets his little dick in his little fist and doesn't know what to do with it. I don't remember thinking that Lyn was THAT horrible at sex. I guess having the memories and actually experiencing sex with a human are not quite the same thing."

"I was ruined as an elf by the downfall, but I was ruined for elves by you. Master."

Jorgen was having fun picturing all of this, his dominant fantasies swirled.

"Just 'a human'?" he teased.

"You hardly need reassurance, master."

"That's true. My ego is getting a little out of hand."

"In any case, I am beyond exhausted. We finally sedated him this morning. My mother brought Lilonde with some tea and they made him drink three cups.

"Mother jerked him off with a finger in his ass to try to get him to relax. That was a sight. She was as casual as can be, like she was doing her hair. I was just happy to pass the torch for a while. Anyway, he's out for now."

"Alright, not great. What do you need from me?

"Or, rather, I think I know what you're hoping for. I did just deal with the bitey baroness, and she was in a similar state."

"Don't think you're getting out of explaining that in detail."

"I wouldn't dream of it princess."

"I think I miss slutty elf."

"She's always with you."

Selene had a beautiful snort.

"Ahem. So..."

"So I want to try some things. Maybe I don't need to.. Everything else aside, Selene, you know how big I am. He's so tiny. There's no way, right?"

"Didn't you say something about elves being stretchy?"

"Did I?"

"Yes"

"Ok, fine, but his little butt?"

She wiggled hers in his lap. Slutty elf.

"Master, are you saying you're afraid to hurt him?"

Selene was playing with his nipple now, he noticed.

"Of course I'm saying that."

"Do you want to practice on me?"

Wiggle. Jorgen was not all that surprised by slutty elf's resurgence.

"Is that really the solution right now?"

"Maybe. I think it would be fine. I mean, I've never seen a carrot as big as your cock, but little Lyn took a big fat one like a champion. I haven't tried but I'm sure mine's no different."

Jorgen sighed. This wasn't going the way he wanted.

"I think maybe my presence might make a difference. I mean, all I had to do with Lys, in the end, was hold her and shove a thumb up her ass. Just the one time."

"Details later. Are you not attracted to him at all? Because that's what I'm hearing."

"I wish we didn't have to call him a 'him'. It's a mental barrier. Part of me is very attracted. I was turned on as hell when he humiliated himself in front of me. His cute little penis twitching, then squirting two drops into his tights, the look on his face. That was fantastic for me. It would have been better if I could have comforted him afterwards."

The elven huntress scowled, and dug her short but surprisingly sharp fingernails into his chest, all too close to the bitemark. He needed a healer.

"If you had comforted him afterwards I don't think we would be having this conversation, master."

Fuck. The big man groaned and squeezed Selene's body to his chest. She almost had to beg for air, but he relented and started to speak.

"I am truly sorry, princess. That would have been the right thing to do, and I failed him, and you."

"So how. Are you." the slutty elf asked, while grinding her athletic ass onto his hard cock with significant force, in time with her words, "Going. To make. It up. To him?" The barbarian groaned in pleasure and pain.

Selene felt powerful.

"Well?"

"I'm going to try the baroness technique first."

Selene laughed, it was beautiful. Jorgen had really missed it.

"Alright, give me a minute here," she said.

Then the silver-haired, steely-eyed wizard placed her palm over Jorgen's wound. He could feel the callouses from her archery and swordplay on his tender skin

She rested her forehead against the back of her hand and whispered under her breath. It might have been an incantation, but the barbarian believed she was just psyching herself up.

Suddenly, Selene-the-wizard's hand glowed, and Jorgen's injury disappeared in moments. There was still sticky blood everywhere.

"Nice. Good job, wizard girl."

"What's this now?"

"You have a lot of interesting aspects. It's a compliment."

"Weird."

"My mother wants you to have all the guest apartments," Selene said, as the pair walked through the canteen.

"Why?"

"Oh come on big man. You're collecting elves now. The whole village knows it. Might as well have room for us."

The barbarian could only laugh. Was this really what Aleisa had in mind?

"Master?"

"Why so heavy on the 'master'?"

"It's because.."

Selene turned to face the big man, looking up at him. He stopped before her. Her expression was smoldering, steely eyes dancing back and forth, forcing her way into his soul. Jorgen's heart skipped a beat.

The pair were right outside the meeting hall now, a few dozen elves were going about their business. He was getting stares, but fewer of them.

Selene, still staring him down, reached forward and grabbed the barbarian's massive cock with both hands. Very publicly and very explicitly. Then she stroked it

"I need it. Soon. It's been more than a day."

Oh. A day.

Jorgen let her tug on him for a minute then leaned forward and grabbed the lithe elf by her perfect, athletic ass, and pulled her into all-encompassing hug. Selene inhaled the big man's scent and relaxed into his arms with sigh.

"As soon as we get the chance, slutty elf, I promise."

The pair finally made it across the tree bridge and stopped in front of Selene and Lyn's little cottage.

"Let's get Lyn."

The huntress slid her arm around the barbarian's huge bicep and rubbed against him like a slinky cat.

"Thank you, master," she purred, then she bounced up to kiss him on his furry golden cheek. Jorgen was a lucky man.

The place was a mess.

Jorgen had to stoop to get through Selene and Lyn's front door, and the little cottage felt claustrophobic to the big barbarian. The smells hit him then. It was an amplification of what he smelled on Selene earlier. It was almost overpowering. The cottage was dark and there were dirty dishes in the kitchen, and the little bed looked like it would crumble if Jorgen sat on the edge.

Lyn was asleep. He was naked and curled into a fetal position facing away from the door. The barbarian stood over the pathetic little inorei, sighed, then crouched own. He ran a big hand across the soft, effeminate elf's exposed back. It was clammy and oily and sticky. He was so little, and very pretty, even in this state.

Jorgen decided not to ask why a carrot had been left in Arelyn's ass. He just pulled it out and tossed it out the front door. Selene was looking at everything except the big barbarian. He let it go.

"We're not doing anything here. Do you have a clean blanket I can wrap him in?"

"Ummm, maybe?" she said, then started digging through their single small closet.

Jorgen leaned down and scooped the beautiful young inorei into his arms as Selene watched. Her little husband looked even smaller in the big barbarian's arms. She enjoyed the tender moment as Jorgen examined Lyn like.. like a new sword, she thought wryly.

Lyn was slim but not skinny. His skin was pale, slightly pink, like a baby's. His belly was almost flat, but soft. His cute little behind was bubblier than Lys's, but still very petite. His chest was smooth skin and his shoulders were elegant and not overly-narrow. The soft muscles on his arms and legs didn't look out of shape, necessarily. They were just feminine. Not Selene-feminine. Really feminine.

Jorgen couldn't help but shift Lyn into a good position to study his little pecker. Smooth, hairless skin like all elves, his member was about an inch and a quarter long in it's soft state, It was all clean lines and pretty pink skin. The little testicles were half an inch in diameter, or a good sized blueberry, or maybe an average raspberry. They were proportional and sat evenly in a symmetrical, tight little scrotum.

He touched it, poked it around with a finger that absolutely dwarfed the beautiful elf's little penis. He didn't get a reaction from either Lyn or his manhood

Jorgen was adjusting to this pretty well, he thought.

Finally the big man studied the little inorei's face. More than anyone he could think of, Lyn reminded Jorgen of Lillie, the tiny half-elf. He had the same elfin features. Small nose, big eyes, long eyelashes, soft cheeks and pouty pink lips. Jorgen brought Lyn's head up and brushed his lips against the elf's. Just like a girl's, he thought. The smell wasn't so great.

Selene was standing behind him when he turned around. She looked wild with lust. They didn't have time for this.

"Slutty elf, bring forth the tomboy princess. Now's not the time.

"Blanket?"

"Yes master, sorry."

"I didn't need the 'master' but I'm glad you're clear-eyed. Sort of."

The elf set her jaw and her gaze sharpened. Good.

"Here, just put the blanket over him. I'll roll him up in it."

The barbarian needed two attempts to pull that off.

"We're going to the abandoned communal baths, which somehow seems like the place to be at a time like this. If Lys is at my apartment I'll send her to get us some food and drinks.

Chapter 19: Pool Party

Summary:

This chapter is messy. I had never written anything even remotely gay before (not that male/femboy is gay imo). I just let my thoughts flow out, trying to lean especially hard into the size difference and the masculine/feminine thing. I'm pretty sure I overdid it. There's also POV shifts (marked with *) and a subtle gender swap. Tell me how I can improve this chapter./NonSequiter for art and whatnot.

Update: Cleaned this chapter up a bit. It flows better now imo.

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Chapter Nineteen: Pool Party

Jorgen carried Selene's unconscious little husband as the pair entered the wood-elven guest house. "Do you know this place well?," he asked, as they stepped into the large foyer.

"I've been here with my mother for parties, but haven't explored," Selene said. She looked as gorgeous as ever, but also exhausted. The barbarian noticed that the tips of her elven ears drooped slightly outwards when she was tired. She needed to sleep, but he knew she wouldn't until the situation with Lyn was resolved. So he gave Selene the quick tour that Traya had given him the day before.

The silvery beauty's tired smile had become a tired, sexy grin by the time they reached the library. She latched on to Jorgen's large forearm and purred, "As homes go. master, it could be a lot worse."

"Indeed," the big man chuckled.

"Goddess," she sighed, "your laugh.. does things to me."

"Down, slutty elf."

Lys was still sleeping facedown and naked when the pair stepped into his apartment. That earned a sharp spank on her tiny elfling ass, from Selene.

"Whaa?"

"Good morning vampire."

"Who - master?"

"I suppose I am," Jorgen said. He wasn't sure how this was going to play out. He wasn't in any way prepared to handle a royal bloodsucker.

"Mmm, good. Thank you, master."

"Do you even remember anything, you silly girl?"

"I remember you called me 'little one.'"

"That's definitely you, master," Selene chimed in.

"And I know you took care of me," Lys continued, "And I know I need you."

"Alright, fine. How are you feeling?"

The slender elfling stood and stretched, taking stock of herself.

"My butt hurts."

Jorgen was still holding Lyn, but he barely noticed the weight. The little elf weighed about ninety pounds.

"There is a lot of butt stuff going around," Selene said solemnly.

"Lys, get dressed and go get us some food and drinks," the barbarian ordered.

"What, master?"

"You were Tiana's handmaiden, Right? Now you're mine."

"Oh. I am?"

"After you 'accidentally' became imprinted, elder Tiana released you to my service."

Jorgen thought he'd improved on the original conversation, if anything.

"Am I still a baroness?"

"Yes, but I'm the embodiment of every elven sex fantasy for the past two thousand years, so I outrank you. Don't forget it."

Lys jumped to attention. Naked. Her boobs would have jiggled if there was a little more to them. "Yes, master!"

"Clothes, now."

Selene had been watching the exchange quietly, but he saw it in her eyes. Hunger. Not towards her sister. Towards her master dominating her sister.. "One day, the student shall surpass the master," Jorgen thought, sagely.

"You're good with her. Master."

"Maybe. I'm just trying to make the best of the situation. I could strangle your mother."

Jorgen walked to the sitting area and sat on a sofa. Lyn was still sleeping in his arms. Selene sat across from them and leaned forward, staring down the big man.

"My mother," she almost purred, "might like that."

A bolt of lightning arced between the big barbarian and the gorgeous, kinky elf. They gazed at each other for long minutes. Selene's glinting, smoldering gray eyes were like molten steel as she stared into the depths of Jorgen's intense blues. His fantasies were becoming hers, and hers his. They just knew. Jorgen had never experienced anything quite like it.

"What am I getting, master?" interrupted Lys, who walked past them to step out onto the balcony. She was dressed in the mini tunic from the night before, and the tiny silver chain on her slender ankle captured the big man's attention for a moment. Selene's too.

"Finger foods, wine, and water especially. Whatever you think the four of us would like to snack on in the abandoned communal bath. Here, take my wood," he added, handing the young elf a pouch of wooden coins.

"The four of us?" she asked

"You don't have to."

"N-No! Finger foods, drinks, play it by ear, baths, got it."

"Good girl."

"I.. umm..," she started, blushing, ".. thank you master."

Jorgen nodded and stood. Then he looked down at the princess, but it was the slutty elf that gazed up at him, with smoldering eyes. Her lips were parted and the delicate tip of her pink tongue made an appearance.

"Slutty elf, you need a bath as badly as he does," he said, nodding down at Lyn.

Selene looked down at herself as if just noticing her state.

"Why didn't you tell me!," she whined, turning red from her chin to the tips of her elven ears.

"I thought you were doing it on purpose, slutty elf."

"Wearing cum stains and butt oil juices as a fashion statement?"

"You are going through a phase."

"Fuck.. I guess I should just feel grateful that you even kissed me today," she said absently, studying her tunic.

"I'm not saying I didn't notice, but it was worth it."

The scrunched up look on Selene's elfin face was adorable.

"Come on princess, let's go see these baths."

On their way out, Selene disappeared into one of the other guest apartments and came out with a stack of towels. Smart.

The trio headed down the spiral stairs. The little inorei was still asleep, but he'd been actively snuggling into Jorgen's chest for a while now. Reaching the first floor, they headed behind the stairs to the door on the right.

The sound of running water was the first thing to greet them. Selene found some magical lights and the large room became almost cozy, as if lit by dozens of candles.

The space was maybe twenty feet by thirty feet, and the ceiling was about twelve feet tall, making the room neither cavernous nor claustrophobic. The room was a even more natural-feeling than the rest of the guest building. Dark woods and rounded corners. The sound of the gently-flowing water was peaceful and relaxing.

The barbarian tried, for a moment, to understand how there was running water a hundred feet up a gigantic tree, but left it at 'magic.'

There was a comfortable lounge area at the center of the room. Jorgen set the little inorei down on a large wooden chair with a tilt back, and tucked him in to his blanket.

Then the lounge brightened, with warm light that felt like a golden sunset. The barbarian looked up and saw a trio of larger magic lights that hung over the area. Lys had turned them on at a pad on one wall. Most of the room was still dimly lit in comparison.

There were three pools arranged around that central area. They were oblong and at angles to one another that felt organic. And each had it's own flow of water, which was clear and clean. Jorgen went to the smallest pool. It was about six feet across and three feet deep, the sides and bottom were a smooth, solid wood that were like a steep, natural depression in the room's floor.

The water was tepid but there was a pad at the rim of the little pool, and Jorgen slid it up. The bath heated in about thirty seconds, and steam began to rise from its surface. The whole thing must be covered in runes, he thought. He tested the water and waited a few minutes, then turned it up a little more.

Jorgen looked around and found Selene paddling about in one of the large pools.

"How's the water?," he called out, walking over.

The tall and silvery elf stood up, looking very naked. The water just barely covered her mound. Her lithe, athletic form was gorgeous, with water dripping from the tips of her full, perky tits. The long elegant lines of her arms, waist and abs were brimming with dangerous sex appeal.

"Good," she said, "the water is nice and cool. I feel like I'm getting a second start to this day, which is a blessing."

Jorgen had seen a basket of sponges and soap and tossed one of each at his smelly elf. She looked a little embarrassed, but caught them and went to work on her hygiene.

"Lyn is cuddled up on a chair," Jorgen started, as he began to remove his clothes, "He's been half-awake for a while, cuddling up to me. But I think he'll rest a little longer."

The barbarian pulled off his shirt and kicked off his huge boots while Selene prowled towards the human's towering, muscular figure, her smoldering silver eyes somehow both reverent and lustful.

"Wash," he warned, deep voice rumbling.

This was her new god, she realized.

And her god's magnificent cock. Selene stared hungrily as the barbarian dropped his undershorts.

Jorgen knew the gorgeous elf wanted to look, and he liked showing off for her. So he stood in all his naked glory, his massive length hardening under Selene's smoldering gaze.

She felt so small, staring up at him, at his throbbing cock. She could only worship. Selene knew she was losing herself. She wanted to be the tomboy princess that she knew Jorgen loved. But she felt the slutty elf taking over. And she didn't care as much as she probably should.

"Clean yourself while you devour my body with your slutty steely eyes, slutty elf."

"Y-yes master."

And she did. Long arms caressed perfect lines and curves. Selene made a point of lifting each long, athletic leg out of the water, almost vertically, and washing it sensuously, It was an incredibly graceful, powerful, and agile display. Jorgen's cock was throbbing by the time he was satisfied by the elf's erotic performance, and her cleanliness

"I want you to be my queen, princess."

"Huh?"

The slutty elf split her attention. Listening to her master's words while marveling at his cock wasn't too much to ask. As long as she didn't miss the first bead of precum.

"In the north, when a man has more than one woman, his first wife should be his great love, who stands shoulder to shoulder with him. She shares his goals, his pleasures and his fantasies. She's his First."

Selene actually looked up from Jorgen's cock. She dove into his soul instead, steely eyes gleaming.

"Selene, I want you to be my First."

The sultry elf's hands were wandering down her toned abs. She was breathing heavily.

"Stand beside me and help me, and I will always do right by you and little Lyn."

He paused for a response, but the slutty elf was masturbating shamelessly now, and her eyes were dropping back to Jorgen's throbbing cock. He knew he needed to wrap this up.

"Fuck, I missed the precum," Selene thought. "What is he even talking about? Of course I'm his first."

Then she was distracted by her own clever fingers, plus the cock.

"...And I also want to make you the Grand Duchess. Which is basically a queen."

"Wait, what?"

Jorgen dropped down to sit on the edge of the pool, then leaned back on his elbows.

"Just jump on slutty elf."

And she did. She didn't last long.

Lyn woke to the gentle rumbling of the man who had been carrying him around all day. The one who smelled better than anything Lyn had ever experienced. The beautiful towering man with the beautiful towering cock who humiliated him and abandoned him.

Then came back.

Lyn started paying attention to his body. His penis was hard again, and he was sniffing the air. The human's scent. He wanted it.

"Wake up, little Lyn"

Jorgen's deep voice rolled through Lyn's body. His ass clenched and his penis squirted and he began to tremble.

"You're alright little guy. I've got you," the gentle barbarian said.

"I won't leave you again. Selene and I aren't going anywhere. I won't promise never to hurt you, but I will promise to give you what you need."

"You abandoned me," the little inorei said in his girlish voice.

"I know. I was wrong. I didn't understand and I wasn't ready. I am now, I promise."

Lyn opened his eyes. The barbarian was crouched before him, running his long, thick fingers over the inorei's head, his ears, his face. He was so gentle. His eyes were the deepest blue. They were so kind.

The big handsome man smiled reassuringly as the little inorei took him in. The smell was so comforting, Lyn thought. He hadn't felt this safe in years. Maybe ever.

Lyn's eyes traced his golden beard, and his strong jaw. He gulped at the sight of the barbarian's thick neck, and those impossibly broad, muscled shoulders. He was crouched in front of Lyn, sitting on his heels, and his knees were parted. But Lyn's eyes were still on the upper part of the man's god-like body.

He traced his eyes along the barbarian's collarbone, then studied his massive chest muscles. They made him feel so little. Next Lyn scanned down his sculpted torso. He was looking between the the man's knees, now, to study his abs, then his eyes followed the soft golden trail, down..

"Look up little guy," the deep, gentle voice rumbled.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then we'll see if I can't help you feel better, Alright?"

Lyn nodded, eyes wide and hopeful. He looked around, though he couldn't see much through the wall of flesh that was his new... He didn't know yet.

There was that masculine scent, and more, from between his legs. Not just his. Lyn's wife's smell too.

"Where's Selene?"

The big man chuckled.

"She's asleep on the next chair over. Come on little one, you can see her on the way to the bath."

He unwrapped Lyn from his blanket. His strength was incredible. To even think of resisting was impossible.

Lyn felt so naked. He was so naked. The barbarian stood up, holding Lyn like a father with his newborn, looking him over. He was looking at everything!

And the man was naked too.

Before Lyn could look down at the barbarian's hips, he was rolled up into his massive arms, cradled in his embrace. It felt so familiar and safe. The little inorei relaxed instantly. He turned to Jorgen's huge chest and buried his face. Inhaling deeply.

Then he looked up and saw the handsome man studying him too.

"We'll take care of this little thing soon," he said, glancing at the soft little elf's middle and giving him a bounce.

"I'm still hard," Lyn thought, "And he's looking at it. But he's not laughing."

The barbarian smiled kindly. "Let's go clean up."

"There's your wife," the man said, and angled Lyn so he could see the lounge chair. Selene was naked and spread out obscenely. Her vagina was red and puffy, and white cream leaked from her center. She looked so peaceful.

"She didn't last long," Jorgen informed the little elf, "twenty minutes or so. She was exhausted, and that's my fault. You two had a terrible night, and I could have helped you. I'm going to help you now little Lyn."

"Twenty minutes of, sex?"

"Hey don't look so shocked. I hear you kept her up all night for sex."

The little elf's blush was adorable, Jorgen thought. It went from his small nose, to his high, soft cheeks, to the tips of his pointed elf ears.

"She tried so hard to help me. But nothing worked. I need.. you."

The big man nodded.

"I know. Let's start with the bath. Selene brought a bag of soaps and things," he said, jingling a pouch in his big hand. The sound of little glass bottles. Lyn recognized that pouch.

"I don't think there's soap in there. Mostly oils, for, stuff."

"Good to know. There are some bars of soap over here."

Jorgen held on to the pouch too.

Finally the barbarian waded into the hot pool, cradling the cute little elf with his tiny, raging hard-on.

Without ever leaving the big man's embrace, every inch of Lyn's body was caressed and cleaned. Every nook and cranny. He'd come two times while Jorgen manhandled him. He felt so good. But Lyn knew it wasn't over. Something about the imprinting wasn't complete.

Jorgen studied the little elf. He had definitely been pleasuring him with his hands. He'd watched Lyn's little erection twitch and soften at least twice, only to get hard again a couple of minutes later.

He lowered the elf into the water and patted his round little butt.

"Go pick a good oil for in the water."

Lyn nodded and paddled over to Selene's little black pouch. He found the vanilla oil which was really thick.

"Master will have to shake it to get it out," he thought, excited at the prospect of what the big man would do after that. He didn't notice that Jorgen had already become his master.

Lyn brought the little vial over and the big man set it on the rim of the pool. The inorei watched him in awe as he rolled his shoulders back, and rested his long, muscular arms on the rim of the pool. Even his armpits were beautiful. Then master winked at Lyn, closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

For the first time, Lyn could approach the massive human. He liked being held in those big hands. But it would be nice to touch his master instead.

Jorgen felt the petite elven body move between his legs, then tiny fingers on his muscular thighs. The big barbarian relaxed and let the inorei explore. Maybe that was all the imprinting needed to finish.

Then a familiar elfling voice called out, "Master?" Lyn tried to back away but Jorgen gripped him between his thighs.

"Stay. Nothing to be ashamed of, little Lyn..

"In here Lys," the big man bellowed.

Lyn stayed where he was, master's legs wrapped around his little body. Everything about this man was massive. Lyn's little hands rested on Jorgen's thighs while the big man talked to Lys. But the inorei finally shrugged and turned back to the human's awesome body.

He traced the thick muscular thighs that were just under the water. He pushed himself forward, towards his master, and his gaze reached the beautiful spot where huge thighs met athletic hips.

Lys pulled out bottles of wine and water and chatted with her master, but she was watching Selene's husband slowly begin to worship Jorgen's body. His huge half-hard cock was bobbing in the water, tapping against his abs, but somehow the little guy hadn't gone after it. He was just staring at his hip.

Lys handed Jorgen a glass bottle of cold water. He turned it over to look at the metallic 'cold and pure' rune engraved on the bottom. The bottles were made by a glass blower and enchanter in Neinelumye, just outside of Lys's baronial estate. She was glad her master liked them.

"Set up the rest in the lounge area," he said, "The table in the middle."

Jorgen looked up when the elfling didn't respond. The slutty young baroness was still not wearing any underwear, he noticed.. She winked and put a finger over her lips, then nodded down to the big man's lap.

Lyn froze. It was right there, against master's hard stomach. So long it reached well past his belly button. So thick and meaty that Lyn could almost feel the weight of it, just by seeing how it bobbed up and down, tapping those big muscles. Lyn didn't even know he was moving until he wrapped his body around his master's massive human cock.

Lys giggled as Lyn hugged master's cock against his chest. Like an elfling with a puppy.

"Lys, you have work to do."

"Yes, master," she pouted, leaving the man and the inorei to their fun.

"Oh, Lys, put a towel over your sister and don't wake her, please. She's exhausted."

"Master, you should know that I'm not used to calling.. Selene, my sister."

"She's your sister now, one way or another."

"Yes master," she said, moving off.

"Lyn, what are you doing, little one?"

"Master's cock is so big. It's wonderful."

"'Master?' Did Selene tell you to call me that?"

"No," Lyn replied in his soft voice, looking thoughtful. Jorgen could see the intelligence in the inorei's green eyes. It hadn't exactly occurred to the barbarian that Selene's husband might be more than a pretty, effeminate little elf.

"It just seems right," the inorei started, staring off into space, "I suppose. It is probably the imprinting. The memories have examples of elves becoming.. enslaved by particularly powerful humans. Those are very arousing memories."

"Do you spend a lot of time in the memories, Lyn? It sounds like they're very real to you."

"I guess I do. Selene and me were.. having troubles. I thought I could find some secrets to being manly enough, just to help her have a baby.

"I mostly found everything I'm not," Lyn added.

Jorgen reached down and gripped Lyn by his tiny waist, and lifted the little inorei to his lap, so that he was straddling Jorgen's hips, huge cock between them. Lyn's hard little penis was pressing into Jorgen's thick shaft. It was an interesting sensation, Jorgen thought. The barbarian used one big hand to support Lyn's back, so the petite elf could lean back and look down his pale, soft body, to where human and elf connected.

Then Jorgen spoke. It was so deep and powerful that the inorei froze.

"I'm everything that you will never be, little one. Nor any elf."

"I.. yes, you are," Lyn finally answered. He couldn't look away from his master's cock. And he was loving the feeling of his huge hand cradling him so carefully.

"I know that now."

"So," the big man said, "I think I have an idea. But it all depends on how it goes with you, little Lyn."

Jorgen ran the fingers of his left hand down Lyn's smooth chest, caressing his soft stomach, until he reached his crotch. He took the elf's tiny erect penis loosely between his huge index finger and his even bigger thumb.

"I think we have to end all pretense of masculinity among elves, Lyn. You're not men, you can never be men. Your whole concept of masculinity was ruined, and it's unachievable for every single one of you.

"And this little thing, It's almost worthless."

Lyn felt so humiliated. But he knew master was right.

Jorgen gently squeezed the twitching little member.

"Master!," the inorei whined

"Good girl.

"Be my good girl, Lyn."

Lyn came. A thrust and a squirt. Jorgen rubbed his soft belly and told him he was a good girl, until he was hard again.

Lyn reached forward to grip the shaft of his master's thick cock with both hands. He held on as master told him he was a good girl, again and again, then his big fingers found Lyn's little penis again.

Lyn felt master's cock throbbing under his hands. It was terrifying. He would never understand what it was like to have this, to be like master in any way.

He wanted to be a good girl. He used to be one. Until Selene.. no, Selene was his best friend. She just wanted what was best for everyone. And she was so good at everything..

"I thought maybe.. maybe Selene could make me a man. She's so tall and strong and fierce, and she wanted me. Maybe she saw something."

Jorgen nodded.

"Our tomboy princess is an idealist and an optimist. Your people need that too."

The barbarian didn't want the adorable inorei to come again, yet, so he didn't dare squeeze the little shaft. Then he had an idea.

Lyn squealed as those huge fingers squeezed his little ball sack. His master didn't squeeze hard. But the pressure of it. It felt like the afterglow of a long stretch. It left a warm pleasant feeling all over his little body.

Jorgen placed his thick fingers over Lyn's tiny shaft again, and squeezed. The elf squirmed, but he didn't come.

"Good girl."

Then Lyn came, and Jorgen continued.

"Selene just didn't know any better, Lyn. She didn't know I existed, didn't know about Aleisa's plan. She was being optimistic and fierce and determined to save her people. But she had nothing to work with. The elves' situation was hopeless."

"And now? With you, master?"

"Well, we can start by getting your wife pregnant."

Lyn's beautiful face fell.

"Little Lyn, be a good girl."

His little penis stiffened again.

"It's not going to be a chore anymore. I have you both so aroused, that with a good night's sleep and a good meal, I bet we could have Selene pregnant tomorrow. Don't you feel it? That's what's been happening to you.

"There's just one more thing that needs to happen. It seems to me that the imprinting has a trigger to stabilize it. You need a trigger."

The little inorei looked up at the barbarian's handsome face. He saw a gleam in his intense blue eyes. Lyn gulped.

Master reached for the little vial and Lyn studied his massive cock. Really studied it.

There was no way.

The big man chuckled, and Lyn moaned at the vibration.

"I don't think that's a good idea either. Your wife wants to see my cock in your little butt, but there's no need to rush it. We're going to try something else.."

In a sudden display of power and agility, the barbarian stood to his full height, water pouring off of his golden mass. Lyn swooned in his arms. Jorgen had him pinned to his chest, soft elven form molded to rigid cock. The big man took the glass vial in his other hand as he strode to the lounge area, where he dumped a stack of towels on the floor.

Jorgen lifted the pretty elf's face up to his own and squeezed his little butt. He used his grip to grind the little elven penis against his own massive head, and the elf whined and moaned. The big man captured Lyn's soft lips, kissing him gently for a moment. Then he roughly shoved his tongue into the inorei's mouth.

The thick invading organ overwhelmed every fiber of Lyn's being. Jorgen was rewarded with a jerk and drop of cum on his cock.

"Good girl."

"Master," Lyn whimpered.

The barbarian, still holding the little elf to his chest, laid back on the pile of towels.

Lyn sat up so that he was straddling his master's enormous cock. He experimentally rolled his hips and pressed his asshole and his little balls down against the thick hot meat between his legs.

His penis was pulsing again. This was amazing, Lyn thought. He leaned forward and ran his tiny fingers over the huge rounded muscles on master's broad chest, and rolled his little body over his throbbing cock. Then he looked down and noticed the stream of precum from master's manhood.

Manhood.

The pretty elf reached down with a finger and swirled the slimy substance around the big human's flared, fleshy, thick, fat, pulsing.. "Oh goddess," she thought.

Lyn came again.

"Good girl. Now lick some off your finger," Jorgen rumbled.

Lyn scooped up some slimy precum and sucked her finger. It tasted like master smelled, but even better. Jorgen thrust upwards and Lyn ground down.

"Good girl."

The beautiful inorei came again with a whimper.

"Alright, little one. Come here."

Lyn obeyed, leaning forward, so her lips grazed the soft golden fur of her master's chin.

Jorgen pinched her plushy little butt so she would climb a little higher, then he captured the elf's soft lips for another gentle kiss and gripped her ass. Then the kiss became deeper, more passionate. The inorei was moaning and squirming.

Suddenly, the barbarian shoved a thick lubricated finger deep into Lyn's tiny asshole. Holding the spasming elven beauty by her soft cheek and the finger in her ass, he thrust slowly upwards, so that the fleshy, lubricated head of his cock plowed slowly against the little elf's testicles and shaft, smearing them with hot, slippery precum.

Lyn tilted her beautiful head back and screamed.

"MMMAAAASTER!"

The feminine inorei cried and moaned and writhed, clenching the barbarian's massive finger with her tight channel and smearing her little genitals over Jorgen's creamy cockhead.

Jorgen saw that the little elf was still riding her high, so he curled and rotated his finger, pressing against the inorei's tiny prostate.

"AAAAHHHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAAHAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

And with that, Lyn fell unconscious.

"Good girl."

The sound of light applause filled the space.

Jorgen looked up from his appreciation of the fucked-out little elf girl to see Selene and Lys sitting on a pair of chairs, spectating. They were also naked, so he could hardly be annoyed at their voyeurism. Not that he would be anyway.

The barbarian slid his finger out of the unconscious elf's ass, and looked around the room. It had filled with steam and become a truly cozy environment. The magical lights were not too bright, the sound of the water was calming.. and Jorgen was starving.

He stood up with the unconscious little elf once again attached to his chest. He gently put her down on a towel and left her to sleep, then walked towards the naked sisters, his bobbing cock pointed straight at their faces. But he interrupted before the beautiful elves could jump out of their chairs to worship him.

"Let's eat. Be right back."

No way he wasn't going to wash off a bit.

Chapter 20: Manwhore

Summary:

Jorgen needs the wooden coin.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty: Manwhore

Jorgen didn't wake until mid-morning. The barbarian couldn't remember the last time he'd slept this late. The big bed was comfortable, except for a small heel pressing into his bladder. He looked over and smacked the baroness on her tiny naked ass. She wiggled it. Slutty little elf.

The elfling had needed her fix last night, which involved some mutual oral attention. It was just as well that it was Lys. Selene and Lyn had needed some time to become reacquainted. As wife and wife.

"Up, Lys. I need you to talk to elder Tiana for me today."

"Mmm. We should just suggest she invite us for dinner. That's how she likes to do business."

"Fine, take care of it. All of us, including Selene and Lyn."

"Yes, master."

"And do some cleaning. I'm not going to ask you to try to wash my ruined traveling clothes but I'm going out to pick up new clothes and someone needs to do laundry. You're still working off the major injury punishment, so don't complain."

"Yes, master."

"Good girl."

"Mmmm thank you master."

The barbarian left the lazy elfling in bed and headed for the bathroom, thinking about last night. Arelyn had opened up to Jorgen in more ways than one. He knew that he'd gotten through to the little inorei. There was a deep intelligence in those soulful, feminine eyes, and she understood. Masculine elves were gone forever.

"This only ends when every elf understands that she is a woman, or a girl," the big man said to the mirror, nodding to his handsome reflection. The golden fur on his chin was starting to look a little like a goat's, so he decided to have Lys cut his hair and trim his beard.

In any case, Jorgen was leaving it up to Lyn to explain to Selene why she was no longer pretending to be a man.

Today, he was going to pick up some clothes.

Jorgen walked out into the second floor foyer then peeked into the room across the hall. Selene made an adorable big spoon. Apparently everyone was exhausted. It was 3 hours after sunrise.

He let them sleep.

And so the huge, golden-maned barbarian stepped out onto the main level of the common tree. It was a beautiful morning in Selani Village.

His first stop was the canteen. He took the table closest to the guest building. There wasn't any traffic on this side of the platform so the adjacent canteen tables were usually pretty empty. Any chance to be outside and not have to be on alert for burgeoning elf sluts was a good thing.

"Good morning, Jorgen," said an elf he'd seen once before. It was the blonde bartender with the large chest.

"Uh, good morning. I don't believe we've met?"

The busty elf had those beautiful violet eyes, and her hair was blonde, nearly as pale as Selene's. She seemed to be older, maybe as old at Tisia. Jorgen wasn't getting a bad vibe from this elf. She would be alright unless he started yelling commands again.

"We haven't, but I've heard all about you. I'm Clea."

"I guess everyone has at this point," Jorgen held back his sigh, and smiled instead. "It's nice to meet you, Clea."

"So what can I get you?"

"Eggs? Meat? Potatoes? Bread? Maybe some fruit? Any combination thereof."

"Got it, I'll have them make up a big plate, for a very big man."

Clea's smile was warm.

Jorgen gave a genuine smile in return, and relaxed.

"Thank you."

"Sure, no problem. And Jorgen?"

"Yes?"

"Some of us are very excited to see what you have in store for us. You have friends here."

Clea sauntered towards the kitchen, leaving Jorgen to wonder. He assumed that was related to Tiana's political project. He was going to need to find out more, sooner or later.

For now, he leaned back and stretched, letting the morning sunlight soak into his skin. The warm light shone through a gap in the canopy that seemed to exist for this very purpose.

A few minutes later Clea came back out with a plate of steaming food and a tankard.

"No potatoes today, sorry, but we had some lovely melons and strawberries. And those little sausages are to die for."

"Thanks Clea."

There were three fried eggs on some sort of toasted round white bread, a pile of sausages, sautéed mushrooms, more toast, and the strawberries and green melon.

The tankard contained a nice watered breakfast ale that Jorgen thought went really well with the mushrooms and sausages.

The big man spent a lazy half hour savoring his food, then stretched.. and froze. He'd given the last of his wooden coins to Lys.

Jorgen waved to Clea, he hoped they could work something out.

"All done, gorgeous?"

"I seem to be out of wooden coins. I have some Areisian copper and silver.."

Clea smiled dangerously.

"Hmm. Have you been to Nathelas, Jorgen?"

"No, can't say that I have."

"I spent a few years, worked at an inn, in the trade district."

The trade district. Where had Jorgen heard that recently?

"I saw a lot of things at that inn. A lot of human and elf things."

"Ah," the barbarian was actually curious where this was going. He scanned the beautiful elf's figure. He wasn't usually a breast man, but they looked pretty fun on Clea's womanly frame. She was probably about five-foot-five, and was wearing one of the tiny tunics, no tights.

The elf's bare legs were shapely, and soft. Definitely not as slender as the other elves that Jorgen had met. Her hips flared widely for an elf, and had a nice shape. Her waist was not overly narrow - she didn't have a severe hourglass shape.

Her short sleeveless tunic was thin and tight, hugging Clea's hips and torso. It was more like lingerie than any tunic Jorgen had seen before.

Her breasts were very large by elven standards. Almost a barbarian-sized handful. They sat high on her chest and were only slightly fuller on the bottom, with a pleasing slope. Elven bodies were resilient and they aged very well, he didn't imagine sag was a major problem.

Finishing his assessment of her figure, Jorgen noted that her stomach looked almost flat, that her shoulders were in proportion with her hips, and that the lines of her arms were elegant and seductive.

The bartender's skin was a nice tan, and her elven face was pretty, if not on the same level as Selene's. The best part was her seductive smile. That, and the exotic violet eyes.

"What sort of things," Jorden finally asked, "did you see?"

"Many, many things. Many, many men."

"Oh?"

"I also learned some things from some of the working girls. Like how to prevent imprinting and engram sharing."

"Really? Too bad nobody discovered that two thousand years ago. Are you being honest, Clea?"

The buxom elf offered a wry, mischievous grin.

"Well.. It only works for elves with life magic, and a big pool of energy to power it. Like me, for example," she beamed, "Unfortunately it's temporary. I heard it took centuries to develop and it didn't work until a couple hundred years ago."

Clea was looking like a lewd, busty schoolteacher as she explained.

"The duke and the empire didn't sanction whorehouses in the trade district until recently, and it was thanks to the anti-imprinting spell. I'm afraid that it wouldn't have been nearly enough to prevent the downfall. But it's good for some fun."

"Alright, Clea, if you're propositioning me, just know that if you get imprinted, you're going to have to bear it on your own. It's not fun from what I've seen."

"I am indeed propositioning you, big man. An hour of your time, three hundred daeri. It seems like you could use some local currency and I need to be fucked in the ass by a big human cock."

"Am I a whore?," Jorgen wondered. He wasn't angry at the solicitation, and the money would help.. The barbarian needed to figure out an income stream, but this would tide him over.

"In the ass, you say? Define big, Clea."

The elf grinned, "Well, there was a young man at the inn who was at least six inches. I enjoyed that very much," the sultry elf purred.

"Six. Hmm. I sort of figured my cock size would be common knowledge at this point."

"Oh, the scene at the shops? Yes everyone says it's huge. I'm sure I can take it."

"We'll see. I get paid either way, right?"

"If we give it our best, and I can't take it, sure."

"Last question, did those girls teach you how to avoid diseases?"

"Oh bless your little barbarian heart. You didn't know? Elves don't contract any of your human diseases. It's quite convenient."

Fuck it, he decided. Lys had been worthless in bed and he needed a release anyway. She could do with some guidance from her big sister, Jorgen mused.

"Where to?," the big man asked.

Clea grinned and pointed above the kitchen. He hadn't noticed the loft above the open kitchen. It was an interesting design.

Jorgen stood then, and Clea's eyes traced his frame as he rose. She gulped. She barely reached the enormous human's chest. She could see his muscles bulging against the fabric of his shirt. Massive. Everything about him was massive.

Jorgen noticed the flash of nervousness on the blond elf's face as he rose. Why did he enjoy that, he wondered.

"Lead the way," he said.

The view was nice as he followed Clea past the kitchen. There was a small spiral staircase near the common tree's trunk, and he watched as the elf tied a long, yellow ribbon around a bannister. Then the big man followed the barkeeper's rounded elven ass all the way up.

The room was about twenty by twenty. It looked like a place for canteen employees to take a break. There were several couches and chairs arranged haphazardly, cluttering the space

Jorgen strode past Clea and stopped in the center of the room. He turned to face her, struck heroic a pose, and began to unlace his shirt.

"Will we be interrupted?"

The elven woman was not looking so confident at this point. Again, Jorgen enjoyed that fact a little too much, he thought.

"N-no, probably not. There's only five of us here an regular mornings, and the other four won't have a break for a while. And they'll see the ribbon."

Her eyes followed his fingers.

"You get one early?"

"What?"

"A break."

"Oh, right. Being bartender has its privileges," she said with a wink

"You just want to watch me undress, or help?"

"Mmm, I think I'll watch," Clea said, visibly recovering from her nervousness.

Jorgen lifted his shirt over his head to the sound of an all-too-familiar elven gasp. The slutty elves had lusty, surprised gasps down to an art form.

The barbarian wasn't an inherently vain man, but he knew his body was an object of admiration and desire.

His abs were a chiseled eight-pack. His large torso was athletic perfection. Every well-defined muscle was proportional to his six-foot-eight frame. His prominent pecs were hard and meaty, his shoulders were broad and powerful. His biceps were bigger than any elf's thigh, but his arms were long and sculpted, ending in massive, warrior's hands. Every bulge, line and curve was tight and proportional. There was no extra mass. The barbarian's muscles and frame combined were exactly enough to make his perfect, masculine body an unstoppable force of violence and destruction. And sex.

The blond elf bit her lip as she gazed at him. Her hands began to fidget, then reached up to her hair, as if she were unsure of what to do.

"Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, very much."

Jorgen grinned. He needed this. Some uncomplicated sexual ruination of a slutty elf.

He kicked off his large boots and reached for his belt.

"Wait!"

Jorgen raised an eyebrow.

"Let me guess, you want a show?"

Clea nodded, but said "Wait don't start!"

She dropped her head and spoke under her breath. The spell, Jorgen realized. After a few moments Jorgen saw a halo-like glow around the elf's long ears. She looked up and smiled happily. "Done! I'm ready for you, big, big man"

Jorgen turned and faced the wall. But he turned his head so he could see her from the corner of his eye. He removed his belt and unlaced his trousers, letting them drop, and stepped out of them. His powerful legs earned an indrawn breath, followed by a whimper.

Next the big barbarian whore pushed his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and slipped them slowly over his ass, and let them drop to his ankles. Clea was panting as her eyes devoured the golden skin of Jorgen's tight, muscular ass, and his powerful thighs and calves.

He stepped out of the trousers and turned to face the lusty elf. His huge, soft cock hung heavily between his thighs.

Clea gasped again, then breathed out a moan. Her hands went unconsciously to her large tits, and she squeezed them obscenely. Her thighs clenched together and her hips began to move.

"It's real," she whispered.

Jorgen chuckled, "It's real."

"Oh, fuck, oh, goddess," she said breathily, "I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but, fuck."

Jorgen's knew his flaccid cock dwarfed any Areisian boy's erection. Absolutely dwarfed it. Clea was visibly stunned even as her body almost writhed in anticipation. She massaged her soft tits with a grip that almost looked painful.

Clea's violet eyes flicked up to Jorgen's handsome face, then traced down again, slowing at the trail of golden curls that led to the base of what had to be the thickest shaft any elf had ever seen.

Her nipples were rock hard. Her pussy gushed. Her ass was clenching and unclenching.

The elf's lustful eyes followed the thick shaft down, past his heavy balls, it seemed to go on forever. His shaft was straight, thick, veiny and heavy. But it was rising, Clea noticed, in time with his slow heartbeat. By the time her eyes moved to take in its thickly flared head, his cock had grown even bigger, and the head was lifting towards her. She watched it pulse as it hardened..

The elf took a step towards the massive barbarian, her violet eyes fixed to his cock.

It was still not erect. She couldn't believe how big it was. It was a monster. A giant, veiny, meaty monster.

Clea was breathing harder.

"Goddess, you're getting even bigger, how?"

"Stay there, slutty elf. Your turn. Strip."

The elven woman obeyed immediately. But she was visibly nervous, and excited.

Clea's fingers slipped her short tunic over her head, and tossed it to the floor. Jorgen was surprised to note that she needed no support for her bust. Her tits were round and full, with lusciously thick, pink nipples. He imagined them dripping milk.

She wore only sandals and her thin elven underwear.

The contour of her mound and thick lips were visible through the thin, light blue fabric.

"Show me," he growled.

The sultry, buxom blonde kicked off her sandals and strutted to the nearest sofa. She sat on one arm, with one foot on the ground and the other on the sofa cushion.

The slutty elf slid the thin strip of fabric aside and Jorgen was treated to the sight of a wet, puffy, bald elven pussy, already dripping with excitement.

"Spread."

Without hesitation, Clea's slender, delicate fingers parted her thick, pink outer lips. They were slick and swollen with arousal. A thick drop slid from the bottom of her exposed entrance as Jorgen watched

The big man grinned. The little elf was horny and desperate, he was enjoying this. She was too, her nervousness had faded and she wore an excited grin.

"Good girl, you're wet and ready. Now let's see that ass."

The elf giggled and spun, landing with her knees on the sofa cushion and her elbows on the curved back of the sofa. Her knees were bent and her feet kicked playfully in the air, the sexy blond looking over her shoulder seductively.

Her lovely ass was heart-shaped and soft, but not too thick, and had squeezable, bubbly cheeks. She arched her back, and it was clear the elf wanted her ass presented for the big man's inspection.

"Slide your underwear down, slowly."

Jorgen was rock-hard now. He decided that he could handle being a whore, once in awhile.

The elf's hands reached back, touching her thighs. She slowly dragged her fingers over the bottom of her cheeks then up and out to her hips, and grasped the waistband of her underwear. She ever-so-slowly slid the thin cloth down until her plush ass was fully exposed to the barbarian's hungry blue eyes. She let the underwear stay at her upper thighs, and its sopping cloth clung to her gushing lips. She then reached around and spread her ass cheeks.

Her anus was a cute little button, and her pussy was a swollen, dripping, glistening pink heaven.

"Hold that pose, slutty elf, while you tell me exactly what you want me to do. I'm not an anal expert, just so you know. And are you absolutely sure you can take this? Eight-inch girth I'm told.?

Clea moaned and her pussy twitched,

"I'm not sure I can take that thing, but, goddess, I want to. I want to feel my ass stretched open. I want to be broken and gaped. I want you to ruin me for life.

The massive barbarian strode up behind the curvy elven bartender, towering over her elven form. He ran his thick fingers along the outer curve of her ass, down across the underside of her cheeks. He stopped at her dripping mound, then traced up it's dripping slit, and parted it with two huge fingers. He studied it more closely. Pink, wet, but maybe not overly tight. That was a good change of pace, he decided.

"I don't know how to prepare you, I don't carry lubrication. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me here?" Jorgen asked, swirling a thick finger around her gooey entrance. "I know you'll be able to take at least some of me in your cunt."

"I was hoping you'd start there. Get me ready while you work, use my juices. There seems to be enough flow- Goddess I feel your thick finger- OH! I'm coming!"

Jorgen had inserted his index finger to the second knuckle. And she came. This whore business was easy. The elf squirted down between her legs, catching Jorgen's toes. She had dropped her head and was breathing heavily.

Catching her breath, the lovely bartender looked over her shoulder and up at the barbarian, She had a sheepish but satisfied expression on her pretty elven face.

"That's.. embarrassing. I didn't know I could come from penetration alone. That's never happened. Goddess, I'm a mess. That was one finger?"

The barbarian slid his finger out, followed by a spurt of clear elven liquid. Jorgen traced along her puffy lips, towards her winking, pink asshole.

"What next?"

"We keep going? I came."

"Just the one? I've hardly worked for my breakfast here," the big man teased.

"Oh. Then try to fuck my pussy. As deep as you can go. I want to know." The mature bartender sounded like a nervous little girl. The big barbarian liked it.

"Don't worry, stretchy elf. You'll definitely take me. Maybe not all of me, but plenty."

"Stretchy?"

"It's something I heard about elves once. Had to do with wine bottles. Accurate in my limited experience with elves."

"What?"

"Never mind. Here we go. Ready, sweetheart? This big human is going to fuck your gushing elven pussy."

"Oh goddess yesss.."

Jorgen was enjoying the teasing. This blonde bartender was alright, even if she had just come on his finger.

The elf's pussy was dripping. Her clit was swollen, her outer lips puffy and thick, and her inner lips were swollen and slick. Her hole was open and leaking a constant trickle of clear elven juices.

Jorgen's cock was steel.

The barbarian took his enormous shaft in hand and angled the fat head towards her dripping pink entrance.

"Are you really ready?" Jorgen asked.

He had been teasing the elf, but it was time.

".. Yes. I'm ready."

"Alright. Deep breath, and push out."

Jorgen lined up his cock and took the blonde elf's hip in his giant hand, gripping tightly. The lovely elf seemed so small as he looked down on her sinuous back. Enjoying the size difference, the massive barbarian thrust forward. Slowly, but with inevitable strength. He gripped her hips with both hands then, and she struggled and squealed, but there was no escaping his irresistible grip.

"OH-OH-OOOooohhhh," Clea was moaning and panting.

The barbarian's gigantic member had split the elven bartender wide open, and it was just the first two inches.

"OH! GOD! IT'S- IT'S- YOU'RE BURNING! YOU'RE TOO- TOO BIG. OHHHHHHH!"

"Relax, little elf. My head's just barely inside of you. Breathe, I'll wait."

Jorgen reached around the elf's body and pressed a large, calloused fingertip against her engorged clit.

"Aaahhhh! Yes! Please! Oh, that's- that's better. Oh, that feels good. Oh, goddess, you're still so thick.. Fuck. Can we try a little more? I want more."

Jorgen chuckled.

"I can do that."

The big man pulled back a fraction of an inch, and Clea whined. He then pushed his massive head back in, slowly, and she moaned. She was ready, he decided.

So Jorgen held her hips and thrust forward again, deeper this time. Her pussy was incredibly slick. It wasn't as crushingly tight as Selene or Lillie. He studied her wider hips. There might be a correlation, he mused.

He was about four inches in, now.

"I.. fuck.. I'm not.. sure.. it will.. fit.. Oh fuck!"

Jorgen smirked. "All of it? No, not easily.. But. I could force it if you want to test your spell," Jorgen teased. He was thinking about hilting in Lillie and Selene. Both been intense experiences.

The blonde elf dropped her head and let out a throaty groan in response.

Jorgen strengthened his grip on her hips, and pushed another inch into the elven beauty. Her soft cervix finally kissed the head of his cock. The big man savored his favorite sensation.

"OH!" She cried out.

Jorgen paused, holding her there, then gave her a short, quick thrust. Six inches in.

Clea came.

The big barbarian kept a a tight grip and watched the elven bartender orgasm on half of his very thick cock, her asshole winking, her elegant back and shoulders quivering, her voice a constant, deep, throaty groan.

Jorgen gently thrust a little deeper into her spasming channel. The slutty elf was having a nonstop orgasm. She was one long moan at this point. He decided to fuck her through it.

When he drew back slowly, her orgasm only intensified. She started screaming as his flared head massaged her channel.

"FUCK NO OH OH GODDESS AAAHHH UUNNNGGGHHH"

Then he drove his hips forward.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Eight inches. Her cervix was pushing back against him now, so Jorgen pulled back slowly, drawing most of his shaft out of her clinging channel. Clea kept moaning and crying out as he moved. But he began to thrust in long strokes, bottoming out each time. She started to scream again

"AHHH YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH OHH FUUUUCKK YOOUUUU OH GODDESS NNAAAAHH AHHHH AHHHH AHNNNNNGHHHH!"

The elf kept coming, riding higher and higher. This time the barbarian was relentless, plunging in and out, eight thick inches of man meat driving her wild. The whole tree must be hearing the screaming bartender by now, Jorgen thought. And who's serving drinks, he wondered, as he plundered the slutty elf's womb.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDE-FUCK- AAAHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNGHHH!"

Jorgen lost himself in the simple act of fucking, and it was merciless. He fucked the petite, busty elf hard, not speeding or slowing his pace. He just slid his massive cock, with its brutally ridged head, back and forth through her core in long, deep strokes. He stretched her channel and bullied her womb. Her thick lips looked almost painfully engorged, and it was fascinating to watch them grip and slide against his thick shaft. Her orgasm kept building and building.

"Ooooohhhhhh ooooooooOHHhhhhhh Nnnnnggghhhhhhhhyessss! yeeeeesssssssssss!!!!! aaaaahhhhhhh!!"

Remembering that he had a job to do, Jorgen leaned down and reached around the elf's slender body with his right hand, keeping the rhythm going with his left.

"AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!"

Clea's skin was slick and flushed as he slid around to cup a large elven breast. Its soft weight almost filled his massive hand.

"YeeeEEESSS MY TITTY YEEESSS!!!"

The sweaty mass of elven flesh was not overly soft, though. It felt firm and bouncy when he squeezed it. Her thick nipple tickled his palm as he squashed her breast against her chest, then massaged it in circles, and finally pinched the juicy nipple between his calloused fingers.

"AHHHNNNNNGGHHHHUHHhhhh"

Then he abandoned her hanging tits and wrapped a massive hand around her delicate throat. He didn't squeeze, but Clea exploded again, more violently than ever. Her body was a sweaty, writhing work of elven art.

"AAHHHHHHHHHNNNNN NGGGHHH OOOOOOOH GGODDDDESSSSS YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"

Jorgen fucked her through her orgasm again, and then kept fucking her, feeling his own climax building.

"AIIIIIHHHHNNNNN OOOO GODDDD YYESSSSSSS AHHH YES YESSSS MMMMMM!"

He kept his pace, and she kept coming. He was almost there.

Clea made a desperate choking sound and flopped. Her grip on his shaft went slack. He knew what had happened, all too well.

Jorgen stopped thrusting and shifted his grip from the elf's slender neck to her shoulder, so that he could pull her back without hurting her. Her arms had had given out and he had to keep her from flopping down on the back of the sofa. Clea was unconscious, and he was still inside her, on the verge of orgasm. His cock was pulsing with need.

But the big barbarian sighed. Coming inside of an elf who couldn't feel it just didn't seem right. So he lifted the unconscious blonde into his arms and pulled her back against his chest, her round ass squished to his hips. She was still impaled on his pulsing cock.

Jorgen was disappointed, but he let himself enjoy the small things as he rose. Like the sight of the elf's big tits spilled over his forearm, even if he did prefer smaller breasts. Or her unconscious legs hanging down like a frog's.

Jorgen walked Clea to a cleaner couch and laid her down, sliding out of her well-used pussy as he rose to dress himself. His erection wouldn't subside, so he pinned it against his abs with his belt. On his way out, he made sure to remove the ribbon from the staircase.

Chapter 21: Back to the Tailor

Summary:

Some exposition, Jorgen explores gentle domination, Aleisa flexes a little, and a big clit.

SFW pic of Tisia on : https//NonSequiter

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Chapter Twenty-One: Back to the Tailor

The golden barbarian slipped out of the canteen without any encounters with the locals. He had enjoyed his short experience as a whore, but the pressure in his balls was not his favorite feeling, and his erection had just started to relent. He needed Selene. Or Lillie. Could he bring Lillie here, Jorgen wondered. He did know the elder.

Anyway, the aborted orgasm could wait. He had clothes to pick up.

Jorgen retraced Traya's route to the shop district. He wondered how the sweet little ranger, his almost-friend, was doing.

The big man was a little apprehensive about returning to the shop district. But he didn't plan to be exposed in public again, and he was doing well at avoiding close contact with any elves along the way. He had to pause a few times or backtrack to let a group through but overall it was manageable.

Jorgen finally reached the tailor, after only two or three wrong turns. The district seemed normal as far as he could tell. He was getting stares, though fewer than the last time he was here. He hoped that the elves of the village might be adjusting to his presence.

The big man stopped outside Tisia's shop and thought back to Traya, who had said 'we will adjust' in this very spot. It almost sounded like a mantra. Another thing to look into.

As he pondered, he felt a sudden, sharp, and deep sensation in his chest. It was longing. He was missing ..Lillie? It came out of nowhere. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling, but it faded quickly. Jorgen was certain it was Lillie. Maybe she was in trouble? But he didn't think so. It felt.. lonely. Like someone saying a prayer, almost.

This must have something to do with imprinting, and Jorgen needed to get a message to Lillie. That would be at the top of the agenda at dinner tonight. For now, he walked into Tisia's shop to see what she had prepared for him.

"Sir! Welcome back!"

Jorgen was surprised at the welcome. He and Tisia had started off on the wrong foot, and by the end it was just awkward. She'd admitted she wanted him, and would follow his commands.

He really needed to understand that.. power? He didn't know, but he knew it was important. He needed to speak with Aleisa. Was he supposed to pray to her?

"Tisia, it's good to see you. Are you well? Any changes since we last met?"

She blushed, it was a nice look on the normally severe high elf.

"You as well, sir. No changes per se, but I have come to grips with the sensation and I do not believe it is a serious issue. Truly."

The barbarian was skeptical, to say the least.

"Listen, it was a compulsion, and I know that does not sound good. But the basis of it was perfectly natural. You have a powerful combination of masculinity and life energy, Jorgen. It is extremely compelling, especially when you strongly express your desires.

"I do not believe it is the yelling or whatnot, not directly. It is the emotion behind it that comes through to us, almost subconsciously. And it is natural, because elves gravitate and respond to everything you are.

"As odd as it may seem, you represent the most powerful elven masculinity we have ever experienced. The human masculinity that drove our males insane was nothing compared to you, Jorgen. Our physiology, sociology and psychology; all of that is reacting to you in a very deep, very old place in the experience of the elves.

"It is much like the way our predecessors reacted to an old elven king, who was always the strongest, and most masculine of males. Any king who inherited the throne but didn't have this power abdicated to a noble who was strong enough to wield it.

"Do you understand what I am saying, sir? Outside this shop the other day, you were the king. In all but name. The elves have not had a king for more than two thousand years. But he returned that day, stronger than he has ever been."

"How do you know all of this, Tisia?"

The high elf gave him a sharp look, like a governess to her charge. That reassured the barbarian somehow.

"I'm an elf. I have the memories, and I have been digging deep since we last met. The moment you made your will known, backed by strong emotion as it was, I had to obey. But it was no mere command. Your shouting just activated what was already there. It was a joy to obey, Jorgen. A joy."

"Well, fuck.. And imprinting? You're not, are you? You don't seem desperate, at least."

"No, no imprint. Your compulsion shattered the engrams that were forming. Everyone who experienced you that day knows your will instead. Your will was the engram that formed. And your will is that we not imprint on you. So we will not."

"Just like that?

"Just like that, sir. Also, what did you mean by desperate?"

"There is no way I need to spell that out."

Tisia giggled.

"But, what about Traya?"

"What about her, sir?"

"Oh, right. She almost imprinted on me. I had to hit her."

"That makes no sense. She was definitely affected."

"Well, I did order her to go back to normal."

"Oh."

"She was acting strange, and came on to me. I was worried that she was imprinting. Looking back, I know she wasn't. She was just horny. I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Almost certainly. Her original state was vulnerable to imprinting, and you ordered her to go back."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Fuck. Any suggestions, Tisia?"

"Not very good ones, sir. You could try compelling her again, but it might confuse her. You've already reversed a very strong compulsion in Traya.

"Also, sir, my sense from the memories is that, while compulsion by our leader is a natural phenomenon for elves, it can cause problems if overused. If you were to compel an elf too often - I think that probably means dozens of times - their free will might start to subsume itself into your will. The engram that is 'you' grows, in a way. But, I do not see any alternatives, except perhaps staying away from the poor girl."

Jorgen grimaced.

"Sorry sir! I did not mean it that way! I only feel sympathy for the poor girl because you rejected her, not because you entered her life."

"I did reject her, didn't I? I wanted a friend."

"You did," she said, nodding gravely.

"Alright, I'm going to forget about this whole fucking conversation for the moment. You have clothes for me?"

"Yes, sir. I have two very, very large outfits ready for you so far. One suited for daily wear, and one for evenings out."

"That sounds good, let's take a look."

"Sir, would you please push all of the racks on the right side together, up towards the front door? This is what we should have done the last time."

"Sure."

Tisia pulled out two large cardboard boxes and laid them on the tea table in her little sitting area, next to the space Jorgen had created.

"Strip, please?"

Of course he had to strip.

But instead of complaining, he just did it, keeping only his undershorts.

The sexy barbarian had decided that he wouldn't let the elves' reaction to him curtail his life. He would be circumspect, but he wasn't going to become somehow ashamed of his body. He had enjoyed his experiences with women since the war. In Valcris, he had been a big, masculine man, but he wasn't so far beyond the average that every woman he met started drooling.

Jorgen knew it was self-indulgent, but he *liked* making elves cream their undershorts. There. He had admitted it, at least to himself. And it was freeing.

Tisia came over, holding a sand-colored pair of shorts, much like Selene's. It occurred to the barbarian that elves didn't really do gendered clothing. Even elves that he had deduced were married inorei wore the little dress-like tunics.

But, did he want to match his.. girlfriend? Did he want to wear matching outfits? It didn't seem very masculine. On the other hand, the only masculinity he should care about, not that he needed to try, was the elves' perception of masculinity.

"Alright, let's try them on."

The long shorts, as Tisia called them, fit very well. Too well. They looked great on his ass, he thought. They came down nicely and highlighted his exposed calves as much as they did his covered, bulging thighs.

And Tisia had considerately left room for his cock on the inseam. It wasn't remotely enough. Did she not measure his cock or something? Jorgen couldn't remember.

"Oh, my," Tisia breathed.

Jorgen stared at his reflection.

"As an item that highlights my manhood, this one is tops. It looks great, doesn't it. It really fills out the space nicely."

"Mmm yes, gorgeous."

"The only problem is, I don't necessarily want to flaunt my endowment, at least not any more than I already do. Do I?"

"I fail to see why not, sir. No elf as fortunate as you would hide it away. They would absolutely flaunt it. It would be expected of him. Why, a male elf as well endowed as you, well they would look ridiculous, but also they would probably not wear any trousers or leggings at all. Until people complained about hygiene, I imagine."

The barbarian considered the older elf's word's carefully. He was the stranger here, after all.

"Alright, a tentative yes," he said, admiring the silhouette of his long, thick, flaccid cock. He wondered what an erection would do, and said as much.

"I would be happy to help with that, sir," the governess said, saucily.

"Oh? Hmm.. You won't imprint?"

"I promise, sir."

"Sure. Tisia, I accept. I admit to being curious about mature elves. Strip and sit in your chair, there, and show me your little flower. Come for me."

The dominance thing was really growing on the barbarian. He didn't want to be an overbearing asshole all the time, but we has learning to turn it on when the situation called for it.

"Yes, sir. I am a little nervous. I have not touched myself for a long time."

"No? Do as I say. I'll offer any tips I think might be helpful."

"Yes, sir."

Tisia was wearing a strappy, sun-gold dress with an almost metallic sheen. Then she wasnt. Nothing underneath. She did have a nice golden anklet.

"No underwear?"

"I would not presume to make access difficult, sir."

"That was for me? When did you embrace your inner slutty elf, governess?"

She blushed beautifully.

"Go on then."

The towering barbarian stood about 3 feet from Tisia's seat. She would have to look nearly straight up to see his face. Jorgen didn't want the sexy older elf to look at his face.

"Spread your legs wide, slutty elf. Hang your knees on the arms of the chair."

More blushing.

"So, wide open sir?"

"You heard me."

"Good. Sit back."

Tisia's body blossomed open. It was surprisingly attractive for a two hundred year-old. Elves do not age like humans, at all. Tisia's age was apparent because of her personality, and maybe some small changes to her face. Her body wouldn't look out of place on a human at twenty.

In fact, she had Lys' figure, or the one Lys would have in a few years, by the barbarian's reckoning. Slender and flat, but still feminine.

The high elf's long legs were elegant and just full enough to keep from being truly slender, like Lys's. They weren't athletic, but still very attractive. They certainly weren't Selene's, or Ania's before her. Or Astra, hers were very nice.. Jorgen was a leg man through and through.

Snapping out of his reverie, he studied the obscenely posed tailor. She seemed to be looking for approval.

"Good girl," he said to the blushing, exposed elf.

"Just watch my cock while you-"

"Gladly sir."

She already was anyway.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Spread your lubrication, gently and slowly across every single cell of your lips, outer first, and then inner. Then do it again. Relax, enjoy, and watch my cock respond to you. Let's build the arousal together, like elves are supposed to do."

Tisia was well on her way. Her voice caught.

"Like elves- mmmmm"

"Don't come too soon, slutty elf. Slow down."

Tisia had forgotten his instructions within five seconds, and was gilling off. She seemed to remember how to do it just fine. The barbarian decided to forego further instructions for now. He could be dominant without being a dick.

The elf was sliding her fingers side to side over her pussy. Her outer lips had pulled open by her spread legs, and her wet inner lips were getting as much stimulation as the outer. Her left hand had found her remarkably large clit, and was circling. Tisia's slender body was starting to sweat, and as her hips started to move against her hands, her long calves began to bounce up and down. Jorgen's cock was responding.

"OHH Jorgen, I see it."

He'd forgotten he told the elf to stare at his cock. Not that she'd do otherwise, in his short experience with slutty elves.

"What do you see? Tell me."

"Oh your beautiful cock looks delicious in those shorts. you are bulging against them now. I can see every detail. It looks so heavy, and warm, and powerful. It's like a magic rod, Jorgen. I would worship it. Ohh I want it."

"Would you, now?"

"Ohh, yes. It is so beautiful, so long and thick. Please. Please, Jorgen."

"That's not the deal slutty elf. Come for me."

"Ohh ohh goddess"

His cock was starting to ache. It was engorged but constrained. He would try to avoid erections in these shorts.

"Now."

"Yes, sir. Yes, yes, yeessss.. oh goddess."

The governess had a sweet, intense orgasm. Her slim body trembled, and three slender fingers slammed into her channel as she started to thrust her hips. She continued pounding her pussy as she came, her left fingers grinding down on her huge clit. It was even bigger than Astra's. The big barbarian wanted it in his mouth.

"Stop."

She froze, mid-orgasm. It was beautiful.

Jorgen dropped to his knees. Brushed the elf's slippery fingers aside, wrapped her slender thighs in his massive hands, and folded the elf in half. He buried his tongue deep in her tight, hot, wet, high elf pussy.

"YES."

She screamed, and exploded into a second climax. Jorgen kept her thighs pinned, and ate her out through her orgasm. But he wasn't done. He felt Tisia's erect clit against his nose. The little bud was bigger than a raspberry, erect as it was. He moved up and sucked the entire clit and hood into his mouth, it felt amazing between his lips and against his tongue. He thought about Lyn then, for some reason. He nibbled the elf's succulent clit.

"YES!!!"

The governess went insane.

The barbarian had to hold the elf down as she bucked and screamed. Her little pussy gushed hard, and her long, fat clit was throbbing like a second heart against his tongue.

"Jorgen.. Jorgen.. Jorgen.. ," she chanted in a half-whisper, half-moan.

He let her ride out her orgasm with his tongue slowly but firmly lathing over the large organ. He pulled away when the exhausted elf collapsed bonelessly.

"I really like your big clit, Tisia," Jorgen said, after letting her recover a moment.

"I.. am.. happy.. it.. pleases.. you," she panted.

The big barbarian smacked the back of the high elf's slender thighs, then released her and stood up. That brought her back. He couldn't have a lazy tailor.

"Let's see the rest of these clothes."

"Ye-Yes, sir."

"I don't see why you need to get dressed, Tisia, do you?"

There was that blush again.

"No, sir."

Jorgen was getting better at this gentle dominance thing, he thought.

The practical shirt, to wear with the shorts, was perfect. Instead of a laced collar, this shirt opened all the way down the front, and was secured with 'buttons.' Ingenious, Jorgen thought.

It was made of sturdy yet soft fabric. Far more comfortable than his usual shirts. It had six pockets. four outside and two inside, but the pockets disappeared into the shirt, and weren't noticeable unless they had items in them. It was a dark green or olive color which would look great with the sandy shorts, Jorgen thought.

"This is brilliant. Well done, Tisia."

"Thank you, sir," the blonde elf whispered, as she turned away embarrassed, but absolutely beaming.

"Now, I think I have dinner with the elder tonight, so I better see these evening clothes."

"Certainly, sir."

"I am going to bring the tunic first. There is a reason for that. I want to please you, my king, so please try to have a little trust in me. Bear with me."

King. Jorgen had to draw the line somewhere, he decided. Aleisa said nothing about kings. Dukes, yes, kings, no.

"Tisia," he said, with a little bit of force.

She dropped the box she was carrying and kneeled like a knight, on one knee, head down, complete with hands clasped in front of her forehead as if resting on the pommel of a sword.

"For fuck's sake you silly elf. Stand up."

"My king!" she protested.

"There is no reason to take things so far. Fine, I accept your ancient elven physiology and psychology and the most masculine guy and all that. There's no reason you need to be running round proclaiming the return of the fucking king. Got it?"

"As you wish, my king," she said, visibly crumbling.

"You just agreed to my request that you don't use that word, by using that word. What happened to the compulsion? Why are you doing this? What do you expect to happen if you start spreading rumors about the barbarian king?"

"The Barbarian King," she uttered solemnly, eyes wide.

"Fucking Aleisa! I know this is you somehow! Get down here and deal with this, you crazy.. umm, very sexy goddess! No void please. Just help, please. .. Uhh.. Oh, thus ends my very devout prayer."

"Oh, fine. You big baby."

Aleisa appeared in all her gauzy glowing sex-goddessness. Tisia was prostrate and trembling, and the goddess did not seem impressed with the surroundings, so she snapped her fingers. They were in Aleisa's realm, marble platform, pillars with elven Valkyries, green grass, blue sky and puffy white clouds to the horizon in every direction.

"Better. Hello Tisia, my darling."

Aleisa leaned down and lifted the trembling tailor's chin and kissed her. With tongue. That got her attention.

"L-Lady Aleisa, I am honored, have we met?" asked Tisia, her voice shaky.

"Yes, darling, but you do not remember. You were just a child, and we had some fun, and then I erased the memories."

"You did WHAT?"

"Joking. I know all my worshippers, Tisia."

The inappropriately-dressed goddess turned to the big barbarian.

"I like the shorts."

Jorgen didn't have to look to know what she was referring to.

"Thank you for allowing me to remain clothed this time, your sexiness."

The divine beauty didn't reply. She just stood before Jorgen and gazed up into his eyes with an ambiguous expression. Then she squinted for a moment, and when the goddess opened her intensely beautiful eyes again, Jorgen couldn't look away.

He was swept into a maelstrom of love and sex and power. Gold and blue melded into an artistic masterwork. An intimate connection, like Selene's molten steel, but far more intense.

Aleisa was a goddess.

And her golden eyes became Jorgen's world. He was treated to glimpses of the her ancient past, of a divine lifetime spanning a thousand thousand years, full of wonder and terror. And places that were not Esir. Massive steel and glass buildings.. The barbarian would never forget that sight. Some experiences were foggy, a few were visceral. But all were just flashes. Moments that were either frozen, or lasted a tiny fraction of a second.

But Jorgen knew that Aleisa saw his entire life. Her divine will gently dominated his mind, and he gave her everything. And it felt good to bare himself to this woman. She paid special attention to every intimate, secret, dirty, obscene thing that the barbarian had ever done or experienced.

She liked most of it too, he felt arousal and approval. He also felt that she knew her way around his mind already. It was comfortable, for both of them. But a small part of him resented that she knew all of him, and he knew only fragments of her. Didn't he deserve more? He was her champion, after all.

"I am your champion, after all!" he blurted. She knew what he meant.

"Are you being.. presumptuous, barbarian?"

She glared for a moment then rolled her eyes.

"Maybe someday. For now, tell me why you threw a tantrum. Fortunately for you, you already had my attention with the clit thing. That was hot."

The barbarian knew that the goddess watched almost all of his intimate moments, but he moved on.

"Alright.. Aleisa, I've tried not to gainsay you on the duke thing. There's a path there. As long as you're good with Selene on the throne, or whatever a duchess sits on? I don't plan to rule the elves, sorry. I'll be the duke consort or concubine or courtesan or something. I haven't met Earys but I know Selene. She should lead the elves. Maybe just because I said so, but you told me to do what I want.. What say you to that?"

"Hmm."

"Right, hmm. Because my preference, to not rule the elves, doesn't fit your plan to make me a fucking king, does it?"

Gold flashed for just a moment, but then he saw amusement, and something else he couldn't identify.

"Well, my brilliant little barbari-"

"Little?"

"Fine. King would just be a stepping stone - hold on,

"Tisia, no more K-word, at all, to anyone. Understood?"

"Yes! Lady Aleisa, I understand."

"Good"

Aleisa snapped her fingers and Tisia disappeared.

"King is a fucking stepping stone? To what-"

"Jorgen, please know that you are precious to me. Don't bother asking why, just know that I care about you, you're not a tool or a toy."

"You-"

"However, I've decided that this is an instance where we have an argument and I win, because I'm the goddess and you're just a beautiful barbarian."

Aleisa injected her willpower in her next words. It was gentle, but Jorgen knew he was was being compelled.

"You're not going to be bothered by the king thing anymore. You won't take it too seriously when it comes up. It's no big deal. Continue your quest, and don't fuck things up."

"How will I know If I-"

"I'll tell you. Everything will eventually be revealed, my beautiful barbarian. You're my precious champion. For now, take a nap."

Chapter 22: Missing Dinner

Summary:

This is a long one, and mostly smut.

There are incest overtones (sisters) and maybe I crossed that line a bit. But I'm not sure if I'll go there for real. I might remove it at some point, so enjoy. Same with the somnophilia - MC decides not to stop, but she's very cool with it.

I'm probably going to work on some better art for Lys soon. Check my /NonSequiter

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Missing Dinner

Jorgen woke in his bed, and looked around the room. It was late afternoon, he thought. The last thing he remembered was Aleisa telling him him to take a nap. Apparently that's what he'd done. He felt fine, despite being knocked out. Rested, even. Jorgen sat up and noticed boxes at the foot of his bed. He assumed they were his new clothes.

The big man was naked under the sheet, of course. He thought back to the tailor, and Tisia, and something else.. Aleisa had done or said something, but Jorgen couldn't remember what it was. Ultimately he decided that it probably wasn't important, and worrying about it was a waste of time. Goddesses would be goddesses.

"Lys!"

"Yes master?"

Jorgen's head swiveled. The elfling baroness had appeared in the middle of the room as if by magic. And she was wearing.. A servant outfit of some sort? Lys's long coltish legs rose from her bare feet all the way up to the hem of a tiny black skirt. The towering expanse of skinny, pale flesh was interrupted only by the tiny silver chain on her left ankle, and the black ribbon around her slender right thigh. The ribbon didn't seem to serve any purpose. But neither did the rest of it.

Scanning up from the skirt, the outfit unfolded as a sort of lewd domestic uniform. It was black and white, and had a couple lacy bits. Preening under the barbarian's appraisal, Lys did a slow spin to show off the rest. The black ribbon holding up the elfling's short blonde ponytail - a new look - was adorable, and it matched the one on her bare thigh.

In all other respects the outfit was not working for her. Her boyish hips left her tiny skirt looking a little sad somehow. And the low cut blouse bared an expanse of soft, smooth, utterly flat, pinkish skin. And then there was the length of the skirt. All she had to do was-

"Master, do you like?," she asked, bending down to touch her ankles. Did she know he was imagining that? Jorgen was surrounded by the strangest elves. And Lys was surprisingly flexible.

And of course the elfling's smooth pussy slit was glistening.

"You look wonderful little one. Why do you look wonderful?"

"Well, master, I'm over the baroness thing, and you don't need a handmaiden. You need a maid. So I'm promoting myself."

No part of that bothered Jorgen. He just needed to make her feel like she was getting away with it.

"I am open to the idea, I suppose.. I need to practice my anal sex technique. Or the lack thereof. I'll give you that promotion when you can take me in the ass without passing out."

"Oh fuck," Jorgen thought, noticing that the slutty elfling was clasping her hands over her flat chest excitedly. And a particularly adolescent lust flashed in her lavender eyes. The type of thrill-seeking sex madness that leads many a young woman down the path of ruin, soothed only by the thousands of orgasms that would light her way to hades.

But she was an elf, he considered, ruined at birth. So maybe it didn't matter all that much. There was nothing for it now anyway, Lys was a lost cause. The imprinting was done.

Jorgen watched as the skinny elfling started to squeeze her thighs together, and her hips began to wiggle. Her thighs didn't meet in a single spot, from her slit, through her thigh gap, all the long way to her knees. So the barbarian didn't see how the complete lack of friction at the apex of her thighs could be doing much for her.

He sighed, "Stop fantasizing about my cock in your ass, slutty elfling. "

"Sorry master!"

"You can keep the outfit on a temporary basis. You will wear underwear. You won't become an official maid until you can take my cock and enjoy it.. And you don't get to pass out before I get to come," he added. The big man still hadn't had a release that day, and he wasn't going to make a bargain that would leave him in his current state.

"Master, if I pass out why not just keep going?"

"Right, why not?," Jorgen said, done with the conversation.

"How did I get home?"

"I didn't know you were here, master."

Definitely Aleisa's work. He was naked after all. Jorgen dismissed the realization that him being undressed didn't rule out a single elf in this village. But it would have taken a conspiracy to carry him. Maybe as few as three, however. Elves were surprisingly strong.

"Master?"

"Right. Do we have dinner?"

"Yes, scheduled for two hours past sunset. About four hours from now. We'll be joining elder Tiana downstairs in the guest dining room."

"Great, convenient. Well done."

The adorable elfling looked at Jorgen like she was expecting more.

"Good girl," he offered.

Lys flushed from cheeks to toes. Her absurdly long and now pink legs were an interesting compliment to the uniform.

"Where's everyone?"

"Mistress Selene waited for you for you this afternoon, master, but she left a few minutes ago. She said she was going to wash Traya's hair."

"Good, Traya probably needs that. I was actually going to ask you to check on her, but this is better. And Arelyn?"

"Painting I believe, master. She took an easel and some brushes and left before lunch."

Lunch.

"Head over and get us some food. Tell them Clea the bartender owes Jorgen some coins, and she'll cover it. I feel like something roasted. For now, I'm going to soak in the tub and think."

"Can I help with that, master? I have the uniform and all."

"Is that a 'bathe the master' uniform?"

"No, it's a 'provide master any and every service he requires' uniform."

"Alright. I don't actually hate that."

"I'm glad master," she beamed. Adorable.

"I will bathe myself today. Begone slutty elfling maid."

"Yes master," she pouted, but turned to leave.

"Oh, Lys."

"Yes, master?"

"Is there a way to find records of residents, past and present?"

"Of Selani Barony?"

The barony. Jorgen hadn't thought about that. Wait..

"Back when you were a baroness, you were the .. 'lord and lady' of the barony, if I recall?"

"Yes master."

"What resources might be available to us in our quest?"

"Well, a lot of the things at my estate in Neinelumye might be useful to you, master. There's a treasury, an armory, library. All that."

The afterlife was truly wonderful, Jorgen thought.

"Also I have to keep four hundred bows, three hundred foot, and two hundred horses." she recited, "for the militia. "It's composed of citizens across the barony that won, or maybe lost, the militia lottery for this five-year period."

"You've taken your noble landowner lessons seriously. What did you learn, little Lys?"

"Well, master, I learned that my estate is more than half dependent on on taxes from Selani Village and Lilonde Farms, while the rest is from a myriad other schem- vehicles for effective administration."

"Who has command of your forces? You, or the duke?"

"I suppose that would depend on the situation, master. He might let me take command, or he might call my militia into duchy service. I have no idea really, he knows I'd never do something like that.. Would I?"

"Probably not. But it's good to know what resources our family has."

"Oh," she chirped, "that makes sense, master."

"We should visit your estate one of these days, little one."

"Yes master, I would be happy to give you a tour."

"Good. Head to the canteen now and get us some food. Come back as soon as you can."

"Yes master."

The little elfling maid skittered off. Jorgen felt just a little guilty, for a moment. But his role in Aleisa's quest was to enjoy this afterlife. Somehow, being a master of elves fit into the goddess's plan for the barbarian, and he had to admit that he didn't hate it.

And so the naked champion rose and walked to the bathroom. He didn't think he'd ever tire of indoor plumbing, or a bathtub large and comfortable enough to really enjoy - at least when he didn't have a prowling vampire baroness to worry about.

Jorgen lowered his mass into the tub. The temperature was perfect. But something was wrong. No, all was well. All was calm. Just like baths with-

No. He just had to breathe. Jorgen closed his eyes, and reached for his willpow-

"Ania!"

"NO!!!"

Jorgen's muscles tensed and bulged, and his eyes went bloodshot and wild. Then gallons of water flooded the bathroom as Jorgen the berserker lashed out at his past. But a rational thought made it through the red mist of his pain and rage, for just a moment. There was someone who could help. "ALEISA!," he roared.

And then the massive barbarian was twisting and writhing, lost to his memories. His boulder-like fists pummeled his head to kill the excruciating images. His knees and elbows dented the thick copper tub in a dozen places. It was lucky to survive the nearly unlimited destructive potential of a berserker spirit in the body of a demigod.

Calm. Golden light.

Jorgen was still in the bath, but his head had cleared. Feminine hands slid sensuously down his chest as a rich, caramel voice whispered in his ear.

"I tweaked some of your constructs earlier. I missed something, you're alright now. Topped off your willpower too. If you could learn life magic, you would produce more than enough to do it yourself, and more. Your potential is off the charts, champion. Think on that. "

Jorgen sighed, "I don't know what most of that means, Aleisa. But I've decided to trust you. All the way. Faith and all that. And thank you for fixing whatever you fucked up."

"That.. whatever. I fixed your tub too. Call it service."

Jorgen noticed that the water was also full, and the perfect temperature too. Service. He chuckled at that. Then he took one of the goddess's small hands into his own massive paw. He brought it gently to his lips and kissed the back of her delicate fingers. Aleisa's soft moan had him erect in moments.

"Would you like to join me in here, gorgeous?"

The big man's voice was deep and husky with desire. He could feel warm breath on his cheek and soft breasts on his back. Thick, erect nipples too. Aleisa's elegant fingers gently scratched the skin of his meaty pecs, and occasionally tweaked a nipple.

And Jorgen was feeling more relaxed than he had since he met Selene. He loved that elf to pieces, but this whole situation wasn't quite the simple pleasures of Elysium or Valhalla that the barbarian had hoped for in his afterlife.

Of course, the divinity ultimately responsible for his situation was draped over his broad shoulders and caressing the golden skin of his muscular chest. Unbothered by that fact, Jorgen traced a massive hand up the goddess's long, elegant arm. His thick fingers were gentle as they caressed the elven goddess's silky skin. He followed her graceful lines up to her neck, then under her jaw, until he finally cupped her soft cheek. And most of her beautiful head.

Aleisa kissed his thumb with her plush lips, then stood, "I'm tempted lover. Don't give up."

He would never.

The goddess snapped her fingers, and the big man was bathing alone again. This time Ania's ghost didn't haunt him as he relaxed into the tub.

"Thank you.'

Jorgen had discovered a pad on the far lip of the bath. It let him keep the water hot without constantly refilling it. He only wished there was some sort of enchantment to keep the hot water swirling against his muscles.

It was sunset when he finally dragged his mass out of his sudsy comfort zone. Not that a big barbarian needs a comfort zone.

But, Ania. Baths were an important part of life for her. Her favorite part. And so they were also the Jorgen's. He didn't need that excuse to love them, though. Bathing was the big man's second favorite activity hands-down. And a bath was the perfect environment for his first favorite activity. Baths were sublime.

Jorgen knew that he was also a bit fastidious. He didn't love being dirty. Go in, kill orcs, get covered in blood, mud, shit and gore, take bath. That was his routine for four long years. He accepted that fastidiousness as just another quirk to befuddle anyone who believed that they were looking at a dumb, simple barbarian.

The smart naked barbarian strode to the balcony to take in the darkening elven forest. It was too bad this building didn't face west, he thought. And there was Lys walking up the path from the canteen. She was carrying a large covered tray, with some jugs hanging off her boney elbows.

"Good girl," he thought.

"Master, I've brought refreshments" she said a minute later.

"Welcome back little one. I know we're supposed to eat again in two hours, but I have a feeling we will be talking more than eating."

"Yes master, that's likely."

"Put the food on the table in the sitting area and help me dress."

"Yes, master. My pleasure," she purred like an adorable kitten with a chest cold.

Jorgen walked to the full-sized mirror on his wardrobe door, and admired his massive, naked form. The mirror cut his head off, but that was alright.. The big man knew he was blessed. He didn't love his body out of an arrogant vanity, but out of gratitude. To the gods or his parents or the randomness of nature. He hated to imagine not having this body. Being one of the little Areisians, for example. He knew he would be humiliated just by the presence of someone like him.

"I need to get a human tailor to Selani," Jorgen finally said, to nobody in particular. He was not looking forward to wearing Tisia's evening clothes.

"What, master?"

"Never mind little one, pick out the outfit that's meant for occasions.

"Lys?"

Jorgen sighed. She was staring at the mirror, in the middle. Her pink lips were parted and her pretty eyes were glazed.

"Lys, as my maid, you will need to observe my admittedly perfect cock without falling into a stupor."

"R-right. I'm sorry, master. I will try. Clothes, right? I heard you, distantly."

"Eyes up.. Never mind, just get me dressed."

"Yes, master. I washed your old clothes. I noticed you didn't get any undershorts, so you have four clean ones for now. But you won't be needing them tonight."

The naked barbarian turned to face the little elfling and she looked like she might explode, but her eyes were glued to his face.

"Good girl. Don't come."

Her fists clenched, but she didn't come.

"Good girl. You were saying?"

"O-Oh, umm, right."

She lifted up a striking piece of fabric. It looked almost like black snakeskin with tiny scales, shimmering a faint, iridescent blue. The barbarian reached out to touch it and it was thin, silky soft fabric. Really thin.

"It's very pretty," he admitted, "What is it?"

Lys dramatically unfolded an exquisitely-crafted pair.. of slinky elven tights. But he just wasn't going to fight it anymore. The world could crumble to dust, but Jorgen would still have his masculinity. A pair of tights was nothing.

"I noticed that the other set of clothes has a self-cleaning and self-repairing enchantment. These tights have a have self-cleaning and warming."

"That's.. alright, not bad. Very clever."

Jorgen lifted his powerful right leg off the ground, and effortlessly balanced on his left. Lys's eyes dropped. She was going to be face to face with the heavy slab of meat soon enough. Jorgen let her look. Standing. On one leg.

"That's enough little one. Squeeze me into these ridiculous things."

"Yes master," the elfling squeaked. She was squeaking now. Then she got down to one boney knee, and here eyes were not where they should be.

"Focus."

"Sorry, master!"

Lys laid the leggings over her knee and took her master's massive foot in two tiny hands, then kissed each toe gently. Then she turned the tights the right way and slid a silky leg over the barbarian's giant foot.

There just weren't enough adjectives in the Athean language, Lys thought, wishing she had words to describe all the magnificent parts of her master's body.

The elfling maid slid the slinky material up Jorgen's long, muscular leg. He noticed that it didn't allow any of the golden fur on his legs to pass through the material. And it was really sliding on nicely. Almost no friction. Oily, even. It was. Pleasant. Twitch.

"Alright, better speed this up little one."

"Yes, master."

"Good girl."

She froze.

"Unfreeze."

"Yes, master."

"Good girls don't freeze up."

"Yes, master, thank you master."

Lys managed to get both legs up to his thighs easily enough.

"Don't freeze. Yes that's fine you can rub your face on it for five seconds.

"Ok stop."

She did.

"Good girl."

"T-thank you, master," she purred. She was getting a little better at purring. Jorgen didn't think she'd ever catch up to her big sister.

"Push through it, little one. We know you're going to have to touch my cock to pack me into these ridiculous things. Just treat it casually. It's just a tool, and it's not in use at the moment."

The big man sighed, "stop breathing on it."

"Sorry, master," Lys whimpered.

Then she tried to push the tights up the big man's powerful thighs without touching his cock, which was entirely impossible.

"Not like that, stop. Oh for fucks sake. Gimme those."

The barbarian, with his legs trapped in a pair of tights, and his huge cock exposed and half-hard from his maid's panting breaths, was in fine form to receive visitors.

"Jorgen?"

Selene. Perfect.

"Lys, my little maid, are you with me?"

She wasn't. She was just breathing on his cock. Fuck it.

"Come in, princess!"

Selene bounced into the room in an adorable little green and gold dress. She did a quick spin to show it off then stopped and took in the scene.

"Did Lys peel you out of those silly tights to give you a blowjob, master? Is she just breathing on your cock?"

The princess was in a good mood. Jorgen would have to thank Traya, if he ever saw her again. The exposed and somewhat helpless barbarian was deciding on a response when Selene's lips curved up into a wicked grin.

Then she purred, showing how it was done, "Little sister, that's not how you do it."

"My silly little maid is in a cock coma," Jorgen casually explained, "She was doing alright until the part where she needed to stuff it into these tights. Now she's just breathing on it. Which is not bad, if I had to say. Anyway, how are you princess? I have been missing you more than I can put into words. And how's Traya? She doing alright?"

But the silvery beauty was beyond words. Her slutty elven eyes were gleaming and smoldering. The barbarian had just enough time to admire the slinky little dress over her lithe, now panting torso. She was a sight for sore eyes.

And then she was on him. Selene knocked her little sister away so hard that she fell and slid five feet on the polished wood floor. Lys's slide stopped when she hit a rug, but she didn't seem to notice. She just rolled onto her back and started to finger herself under the maid skirt. Jorgen was going to gently remind her about underwear but he was interrupted by his favorite elf.

Selene slammed into the huge, mostly-naked and partially-bound barbarian with surprising force. Jorgen hit the bed, mid-back, and slid down into a seated position on the soft rug. His elven lover was curled in his lap before he was even settled, her perfect ass wiggling on his rapidly hardening cock. He wrapped his big hands around her and enjoyed the feel of silky fabric over lithe, squirming elf.

Jorgen looked down and captured the princess's smoldering silver eyes in his deep blues. He saw tomboy plus slutty. The best combination of Selenes.

"I need you" the two said, in perfect synchronicity.

Selene yanked off the barbarian's silly tights, which miraculously didn't rip, then stripped herself in under five seconds. She was laying spread-eagle in the center of Jorgen's bed before he had even gained his feet.

"No, I think I want my slutty tomboy on top. Show me what the best of the best of all the elves can do."

Fire. Steel and fire. Eyes of molten steel.

The massive, surprisingly agile barbarian rolled onto the bed, and his heavy cock flopped against his abs with a meaty thwap. Selene had jumped up and out of his way with feline grace.

Jorgen rested back on a soft pillow against the headboard and got comfortable. It was the princess's show now. He was interested to see how long she could stay conscious this time.

The slinky elf crawled to her master on all fours. He wanted her to take the lead. This wouldn't be like trying to squeeze some seed out of her tiny husband. This was a mountain to climb. She'd ridden Jorgen before, but he'd held her, controlled her like a doll. This was her show.

"Lys you little slut, front and center!"

Selene's dominant voice was impressive.

Tiny bare feet pattered up to the bed, "Yes, mistress."

The horny elfling was doing her best not to drool. Jorgen's massive cock was resting on his sculpted abs, throbbing slowly in time with his heartbeat. But Lys managed to look at Selene. And then her eyes roved her sister's perfect body.

Jorgen got comfortable. He spread his long legs a bit and rested his massive arms behind his head. Lys was distracted for a moment by his bulging biceps. Selene coughed and the elfling refocused on her new mistress. And so the barbarian watched the elven sisters play their game. It was a good game.

"Lys, stand by the bed where master can enjoy the view, and strip that slutty outfit from your skinny little body, slowly."

Selene commanded Lys like she was born to rule. Jorgen watched, entranced, as the princess took control. He was almost painfully erect now. His heavy cock had lifted from his abs and was bouncing as it throbbed.

"Yes, mistress."

Lys did as she was told, and soon stood naked before them, except for the ribbon around her thigh. She lowered her head and Jorgen noticed the second adorable ribbon again.

"You may mount the bed now, elfling."

"Yes, mistress."

The slender elf crawled onto the bed on all fours. She moved tentatively, and her eyes never left Selene's. She knew who was in charge right now.

"Prepare our master," the princess commanded, gesturing to the barbarian's throbbing cock, "while I ride his handsome furry face."

"Yes, mistress," she breathed.

Lys crawled between Jorgen's long legs and wrapped her delicate fingers as far as she could around his steely girth.

"It's so big, mistress. I can barely fit it in my mouth."

"It's true," Jorgen spoke up, "she was worthless last night. Orgasm count was five-zero."

"Sorry, master!" she squeaked.

But she kneeled low before his towering cock and began to pet his shaft, then she buried her face in his curls and inhaled deeply. That was fun, but Jorgen wanted his tongue buried in elven goodness.

"Princess, I know where you want to be right now. Leave the silly slut to her worship."

"Yes, master," Selene purred, looking sultry and wicked and wild with lust.

She crawled up the barbarian's huge torso, then straddled his face. But she hovered out of reach. Her pink pussy was dripping wet and just inches from his lips. Jorgen reached up to cup her perfect ass, but Selene shook her head, and he dropped his hands to his side.

The gorgeous elf gazed down her long, toned body at Jorgen. She was rolling her hips but keeping her dripping folds just out of reach.

"Remember the water, Jorgen?" she asked. Her voice was rich and smoky, filled with barely-restrained lust, and her beautiful grey eyes were fierce and fiery. Right now, Selene was not afraid to take what she wanted. And the barbarian was ready to give her anything she desired.

"Of course."

"Be the water, master."

Jorgen closed his eyes and opened his mouth. A drop of sweet elven arousal landed on his tongue. He savored the flavor then extended his thick organ, keeping it soft and pliant.

The lovers locked eyes, and Selene's rolling hips moved down to lightly caress herself on her master's strong features, that were now being so very, very gentle and generous,. Her lithe figure undulated over him.

Jorgen's gaze dropped to the plump nipples on Selene's full, perky tits. Thick and erect. Pink and luscious. Perfect protrusions from the soft, pale undersides of the lithe elf's perfect breasts.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

"Mmmmm," he agreed.

Selene let her body take her where it wanted, and Jorgen's tongue took care of the rest. She slid herself herself over his face, and his tongue licked and stroked her delicate folds, softly, fluttering, like water. She loved the feel of his moistened fur against her toned inner thighs while she gently brushed herself over his thick, wet, slightly rough tongue.

"And those eyes," she thought, "staring into my soul. Goddess I missed him. And fuck he's good at this."

Jorgen let Selene control the action and noted with satisfaction that Lys was focusing less on worship and more on pleasure. Her tiny wet tongue lathed his cock in random, but pleasurable passes over his shaft, and under his fleshy head.

The barbarian returned his attention to his beautiful lover. She was gushing now, and he drank the sweet elven nectar from her tap. But the roll of her hips was faltering, becoming unsteady thrusts. So Jorgen brought his huge hands to her toned, bubbly, perfect ass and grabbed hunks of her soft, meaty flesh. He wondered at how her ass could be all those things. It was truly perfect. He could feel its muscles flexing underneath the soft cushions in his grip. His strong hands gently steadied Selene's rhythm. She was moving closer to him now, adding some pressure. His tongue did some tentative exploration of his slutty elf's tight channel.

"AHHHhh," she cried out.

Her voice was rich and musical, but husky with lust. He pressed deeper inside and her body tensed and trembled. Jorgen marveled at the lithe power in her feminine elven form.

"Ohh goddess.. Jorgen.." she moaned.

Selene was writhing. Her tempo was building, but Jorgen kept her rhythm steady with gentle strength. He paid no heed to the elfling hands moving on his cock. He was doing his best work.

"Goddessss, Jorgen. You're so.. gentle. You're licking me.. so slowly, going so.. deep.."

"Mmm," he growled. She felt it up through her core, straight into her fertile womb.

"M-master.. can.. I.." Selene started, her voice trembling. But then she looked down into his eyes, "No.. I'm supposed.. to take.."

"Mmhmm," he growled again.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Then she let go.

Jorgen let himself get lost in the beauty that was Selene, as she thrashed above him. She let loose a torrent of liquid from her tiny pussy, which he lapped up gratefully.

The gorgeous elf collapsed against the headboard to catch her breath, then went to lift her sensitive folds from the barbarian's softly bearded face, but he held her hips.

"You can come as much as you want," he rumbled, "Take your time lover. I love watching you move, feeling your pleasure. Take what you want, fierce huntress."

"I love you.. Thank you, master."

Then she began again, rolling herself over her golden god's face, riding the waves of pleasure. Her moans and cries of pleasure were like music to his ears. Five orgasms later, Jorgen's face was drenched and his jaw was tired, and it was the best feeling in the world. Selene lay panting by his head with her fingers curled in his thick golden mane. Her sweaty, athletic body was still twitching.

"Lys, little one," Jorgen said gently, looking down at the cock-worshipping elfling, "You're hopeless at that. Maybe work with your sister sometime. She cant take me into her mouth either, but she manages to make it feel great."

"Sorry, master," she pouted.

"It's alright. For now, you probably need to come. Come up here grind on my cock. But no accidents," he added sternly, "You're not to take your virginity on my cock. Understand?"

"Yes master!," she chirped, and her beaming smile was adorable.

Selene giggled as her little sister scampered up the bed. She crawled up to straddle the barbarian's hips, then dropped her negligible weight on his thick, painfully-erect cock. She fell forward and gripped his huge pecs in her dainty hands.

"Oh master," she moaned, "It's so big.. Can I, please?"

"Go ahead," he chuckled.

Lys grinned and began to slide her gushing slit over the length of his shaft, moaning in ecstasy.

"Goddess.. master.. it's.. throbbing..."

"Do you like that?"

"Mmm yesss."

Jorgen pulled the pretty little elfling down and kissed her deeply, and she melted into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his head, and her slender hips ground down on the barbarian's impossibly thick cock.

Lys moaned into their kiss, then she started rambling as her climax approached. She breathed her words against Jorgen's lips, and her sweet elven breath felt hot and steamy. Her musical cadence matched the roll of her hips, "This.. feels.. so good.. master.. I.. love.. your.. COCK," she loudly groaned that word, and ground down with surprising strength, making the barbarian grunt, "I.. can't.. w-wait.. to feel.. it.. in.. in.. m-my- ohhh goddess.."

She was grinding harder now, and Jorgen let her. He reached between them to circle her puffy nipples, feeling them harden and thicken. Then he pinched.

The adorable elfling tossed her head back and thrust her slippery little pussy against him as hard and fast as she could. The barbarian gripped her slender hips and steadied her rhythm, adding some downward strength as she reached her climax.

"Uuuhhuhhhunnngghh," She groaned. Her voice was surprisingly deep as a rolling orgasm shook her slender frame. Then the elfling maid flopped gracelessly to Jorgen's chest, hips twitching, tiny butt flexing in Jorgen's huge hand.

"Good girl.'

"Ohhhhh.. g-goddess.." she moaned, and trembled with another small climax.

"Alright." He pet her little bubble butt while she recovered.

"Master," she finally said, "can we try anal tonight? I need to start practicing."

"Not tonight little one, I want to fuck my best girl. It's been too long."

"A day, master?"

"Yes," he growled.

"Yes, master."

"Maybe ask your sister, or Lyn, to give you oils and help choose vegetables. Practice that way to start."

She looked excited. Slutty elves.

"Yes, master."

Jorgen looked over to find that Selene was still flopped down beside him. Her long, toned thighs and the subtle muscles of her abs were still quivering.

"For now, Lys," he ordered, "get a cup of cold water for Selene to drink, and a hot washcloth. Wipe down your mistress's gorgeous body, head to toe, and hope that one day your body looks half as good. Get her anything she needs until she has enough energy to ride my cock."

If the princess was going to make her little sister a plaything to use and tease, the barbarian would play along.

"Yes, master," she nodded solemnly. Adorable.

The naked elfling scrambled out of bed to take care of her chores. Jorgen enjoyed a perfect view of her tiny little butt and slender thighs as she pattered to the bathroom. He sighed in contentment. The barbarian was learning to love a good slutty elf.

When Lys returned a few minutes later, she set down her supplies and studied her naked big sister in all her feline grace. She was lost in her beauty for a few moments. Finally she got up on the foot of the bed, grabbed Selene's ankles, and dragged them down. With some adorable grunting. She stopped when the statuesque elf was resting comfortably on her back. Jorgen leaned back and enjoyed the gentle scene. He ignored his throbbing cock. For the moment.

Lys started with the water. She moved up to the side of the bed and climbed up above Selene, then she lifted her sister's head and rested it on a folded thigh. Silvery curtains fell across pink skin. The elfling ran her slender fingers through the princess's silky hair and started whispering.

"Mistress, wake up and drink some water."

"Hmm?"

"Master's orders."

Selene rolled up onto an elbow, still in in her little sister's naked lap. The elfling carefully held the cup to her mistress's lips, and the sweaty athletic elf drank deeply.

"Good girls."

They both moaned lustily and then giggled at each other's moans.

The elfling finally extricated herself and laid Selene back down, then took a warm towel out of a small basket. She started to work on Selene's long, lithe, perfect body. The princess let it happen, all satiation and bliss. Lys wiped down her hands and feet and between her toes, her neck and chest and perky breasts with their pink, stiffening nipples.

Lys was enraptured by her mistress's physical response. She was in service to her scary big sister who was so strong and determined and fierce. And who their father hated, or something. Lys suddenly loved that.

She would worship this woman. Steely-eyed Selene was the goddess to master's god. They were matched perfectly together, like the sun and the moon. Beautiful, unearthly, but accessible even to a mortal like her.

Lys used the washcloth to caress Selene's flat, toned belly, with those subtle abs, and her long, toned thighs, so feminine and powerful. She gently wiped down Selene's graceful neck, and her sturdy shoulders that curved so elegantly into her long, lithe arms, with their subtle muscles. She traced the line of a bicep and the hidden strength she felt made her shiver. Her sister was perfect. Lys was even getting brave between her sister's legs, like some sacred space she wasn't supposed to go, which made her want to even more.

She finally decided she need to clean everywhere. Those were master's orders. She circled Selene's bare mound with the warm cloth, wiping away the drying arousal that coated the the perfect woman's center.

By the time Lys had finished, her big sister was moaning and grinding against the cloth. Right in her hand! She felt so powerful.

"Roll over mistress. I need to worship, err wash your back."

Selene beamed at her sister through the strands of silver across her face, then rolled over onto her stomach, settling into the bed.

Lys started on her legs again, cleaning her delicate ankles and shapely calves, and toned thighs.

Jorgen loved his afterlife.

Lys slowly moved up Selene's long athletic body, worshiping every line and curve.

Then she reached it. How could anything be as perfect as her sister's ass? How could it be strong and athletic and smooth and graceful? How was that possible? Soft and firm? Round and sculpted. All of it. She had it all. She leaned forward. Just one kiss. That would be alright.

"So sof-"

"Smack"

Selene raised her head, master glared with an amused twinkle in his eye, and Lys's butt stung.

"No sex with your sister. Believe me I don't blame you little Lys. But I'm not sure if we want our little family to go that route. You can worship her all you want. I'm enjoying watching."

Selene grunted and her head flopped back to the soft pillow, then she wiggled her perfect ass. Slutty elves.

"Yes master," Lys huffed. But then she sighed wistfully. She would be content with that. She could worship and serve and smell and see her big sister's gorgeous round bottom and her pretty wet pussy and her powerful, graceful thighs and calves and her beautiful feet and ankles and everything.

"What counts as 'sex' anyway?" the elfling wondered.

She got back to work worshiping and washing her sister's lovely backside. Pushing her moist cloth in to make sure it was very very clean. Back and forth, up and down. Soft and firm strokes for a soft and firm ass. Lys was feeling pretty moist herself.

She needed to clean Selene's butthole too, right?

"Mistress, spread your legs, please."

Selene grunted and complied. The elfling kneeled between those long gorgeous legs and looked down at the center of Selene's everything. She was just washing her mistress's ass thoroughly. She put a hand on each meaty cheek, and spread. Her sister's rear flower twitched.

She blushed, her heart still beating against her chest. She only watched it, and the newly slick pussy below it.. She just stared for a minute or so. Just staring into... "Goddess," she breathed.

"Cleaning, little one," master reminded her.

"Yes master," she nodded resolutely. She took a cloth in one hand and her sister's cheek in another, and pulled the firm thick flesh to the side to reveal her sister's pucker, glistening wet now.

She'd... Lys swiped the cloth across her sister's twitching, rosy pucker.

"MMMmmmm"

She wiped it again, cleaning it thoroughly in a circle.

"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmm"

Each pass, her sister shuddered and moaned and flexed that beautiful round butt. It felt even more powerful now. She gently pawed and groped the meat of her cheeks. N-Not on purpose, obviously.

Lys leaned closer. Her face was an inch away from her big sister's butt. So close. Goddess.

"Spank"

"OOOWWWWIE!"

The elfling hopped in place and held her butt with both hands, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Clean it, don't sniff it. I sympathize. Maybe we'll find out you two aren't related someday," the big man said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Y-Yes master."

It only took ten slow, lingering passes to clean her sister's pink butthole. She definitely didn't give her an orgasm.

The barbarian smirked. He shouldn't be surprised. Slutty elves.

Lys took her wash rag, and tossed it into the basket, then pulled out a bottle of vanilla oil. She needed to spread it onto every inch of her sister's skin, she knew.

Jorgen chuckled and leaned back. Why not, he thought.

A half hour later, a shiny, glowing Selene was fully recovered. She sat up and kissed her blushing little sister on the cheek.

"Thanks sweetie."

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, this is our family now. Father and all that doesn't matter. Alright?"

Lys nodded happily.

"We kind of have a new daddy now."

"And, moving on. I have been wanting you to ride my cock for what seems like weeks, princess. I miss you, I need to be hilted in my fierce elf. Are you ready for me?"

"Always, big man,"

"I love you you know, dearly. You've become very precious to me, Selene.. Sorry, that's sappy. Come take what you want. Show me, princess."

All burning eyes and feline grace, Selene crawled up her master's massive, obscenely beautiful frame. She drug her tongue along his thigh, buried her face in his curls and breathed. It smelled like home. The lithe slinky elf studiously avoided the massive cock that dominated her vision. She pushed its rigid length to one side so she could lick her way slowly up his rock-hard, sculpted, golden abs. She savored the taste of salt and musk. His musk. Home.

Selene's hips straddled his thick length now, and she ground down, and began to slide. Her strong, graceful fingers massaged his massive pecs, she drug her nails across her barbarian's small nipples, hard as a rock, like everything else about her master.

Then she found his handsome face, and the lovers locked eyes.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Kiss me, Selene, then come for me."

"Those words. Goddess," she thought, while the barbarian's powerful tongue pushed past her soft lips and plundered her slutty elven mouth.

It took Selene five more thrusts of her rolling hips before she threw her head back. Her beautiful breasts were thrust forward, and Jorgen twisted both of her thick pink nipples.

Selene screamed out her love.

"OOOHHFUCK! Oh goddess.. I-I love.."

"I love you too princess," he chuckled.

She just moaned. Jorgen could feel the perfect elf's muscular legs quiver, her hips jerking with pleasure as the orgasm rolled through her. Her warmth gushed over his throbbing shaft.

The barbarian growled, "You don't get to pass out this time. I need my tomboy princess to take charge and fuck herself on me. I am out of patience."

The barbarian rumbled as he spoke, she felt it under her, through her.

"Yes, master."

"No, slutty elf, let tomboy princess take over. I'm not her master."

He traced a nail up her spine.

Her back arched, her perfect bosom heaved, then she fell forward and planted her hands on either side of Jorgen's golden mane. She froze in that position, her silver hair a curtain around them, her smoldering grey eyes gazing down into his. Then she glared.

"Fine," she growled back, "I'm coming for you, barbarian."

Then Selene's perfect elven body was finally in position.

She had to squat on her toes to get Jorgen's massive cock lined up beneath her. But then she dropped herself, slowly and inevitably. And she stared into Jorgen's soul. Fierce and fiery. Taking what she wanted.

Arelyn crept in silently. She'd finished a painting of a flower. She had been trying to capture it for a year. But something had been unlocked by their master, and she'd painted her best work ever. Only when she studied the painting did she realize how much the pink delicate petals looked like her wife's center. It would be a perfect gift.

Lyn froze at the scene before her. She watched Lys worship her sister's body. It was beautiful. So loving.

Then she watched her wife grind down on their master's godly cock, and she came so easily for him.

Lyn was glad. The pressure was off. She could just enjoy time with her new family. She walked over to Lys, who was sitting naked on a corner of the huge bed, watching the lovers. She looked sleepy. Lyn climbed up and sat next to her, then patted the thin tights over her lap, smiling at the elfling.

Lys gratefully laid down on Lyn's little lap and they watched the powerful couple fuck. It was magnificent. These two would save the elves, Lyn had no doubt. She was just grateful to be included, protected, and loved.

Selene lowered herself slowly.

The nascent divinities stared into each other's souls. She felt a deep, powerful, burning energy rise up and surround them. Energy that would one day change the elven world, she believed.

Then she felt him against her sensitive lips. When he entered her, she would be complete again.. The elf, lost to the outside world, ground her gushing core on the fleshy head of her lover's mighty human cock.

Selene challenged Jorgen's eyes and absorbed his challenges and the world orbited a new sun that formed in the space of their burning gaze. Molten steel.

Then she relaxed her athletic thighs a little more. And still the elf's burning gaze tore into the barbarian's soul, even as his flesh split her body, penetrating her everything.

She wouldn't come yet. She would see this one through. She couldn't beat him, but maybe, just maybe tonight she could match him.

Lys's pillow had developed a pokey thing. Was Lyn hard? She couldn't blame her. She considered the little penis. Her mental comparison of Lyn's adorable erection to Jorgen's massive cock was so.. erotic. They all belonged to master.. he wouldn't mind, right?

She knew he wouldn't. So she slipped her slender hand over Lyn's tiny penis, through her paper-thin tights. She gripped her shaft between a dainty finger and thumb, then ran a third across the tip.

She could feel every tiny contour as the little thing throbbed in her hand. Lyn tried half-heartedly to push her off and just as half-heartedly to thrust into her hand. It was adorable.

"Take them off. I want to play with it"

"I don't usually play with girls. Or really use that," she gestured to her little penis.

"Oh don't worry I don't expect anything from you, Lyn. Take them off."

Lys sat up and Lyn pulled her tights down to her calves.

The cute little thing was so hard. Adorable. The elfling took the inorei's penis, balls and all, into her mouth. She just rolled it around with her tongue, while comparing the experience to trying to please her master. It was impossible to form any meaningful comparison. One a man, one not. That's all there was to it. And for some reason, that thought did things to the elfling.

"Could you.. could you give me a finger?"

"A finger?"

"In my-"

"Oh, sure.. Would you teach me all about butt stuff Lyn? I have a quest."

"Sure Lys, I'd be happy to- ngggh"

Lyn's little penis was engulfed again in the elfling's warm, soft mouth. It was a familiar feeling. It was the way Selene showed Lyn her love and affection. It felt good, but she'd much rather feel something inside.

"Uhhhhnnnmm"

One slender finger.

"One more."

Lys complied, then suckled gently on Lyn's little package. The little inorei moaned whorishly and grunted as her asshole clenched around Lys's delicate fingers. Lys enjoyed the vanilla taste, but wished there had been more of it.

"Good girl," Lys said.

"Good girl," Lyn smiled.

The giant barbarian was the center of Selene's world. There was no point in denying it. Imprinting or not, he was her true love. He was her human god to worship, and she was his elven body to take and punish with his brutal love. But she could also be a fierce tomboy princess to stand by his side. He demanded that, so she would do her best.

"Take it princess. Take what you want," her man rumbled.

Together they would build a future. This man was her home, and Lyn's too. Jorgen was so good with Lyn. Jorgen was her world, his path was hers. And it would be glor-

"Nnggaahh!"

His massive cock had forced itself deeper than she planned with that roll. It was possible he cheated. She would forgive him. Selene just had to stay in control of herself.

"How are you princess?" he asked, a gentle twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Mmm soo good.. so.. love.."

"I love you too princess. Take."

Take.

Lys marveled at the curves and arches of her sister's body, as she squatted over their master. Her body was insane. Could she ever look like that goddess?

Also mistress was all sweaty again, she had just cleaned that.

Molten steel and ocean blue eyes were locked in combat, but Selene saw that Jorgen was done being patient.

She raised an eyebrow. He raised an eyebrow. Now? Now.

The elf rose, the elf started to fall.. The barbarian thrust upwards. Hard.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was not fair, Selene thought as her mind fell apart. She felt herself squirt and her body spasm. Incredible pleasure tore through her very being. She thought she might die, and she didn't care.

She'd lost eye contact. Fuck.

Selene's world went black.

Jorgen didn't let it stop him this time. He would unload in his tomboy princess. Her job was to take, but she had failed, and now it was on him. He gripped her slender body tightly. Held her slack form against his torso. Her soft tits were mashed between them and she was drooling on his chest.

The barbarian sniffed his little elf's silky head. Lavender. He savored it for a moment and thought about her and Traya washing each other's hair. He needed to see that some day.

His cock was buried to the hilt and her wet warmth, enveloping every inch, was such a pleasure. He savored it for a moment longer and thought absently about stretchy elves.

Enough waiting.

Jorgen lifted his lover's lithe, near weightless form, and then slammed her down while thrusting brutally upwards, into her center, hilting. Then again, and again, and again. Her wetness splashed around his cock. She felt amazing.

Again. Again. Again. The bed was bouncing with his thrusts. He was aware enough to put a cap on his brutality. It was a nice bed.

Again. Again. Again. His lover's unconscious form was a puppet in his arms. The great barbarian cared not. It was his turn. She was his.

Again. Again.

Lyn was in shocked. She and Lys were laying in a tumble on the floor. The massive bed, that had tossed them off like they were weightless, continued to bounce and heave with master's incredible power. It was absurd that she'd ever been a 'man' or a 'husband.' Elven delusion.

She watched her strong, beautiful wife's slack figure held like a baby against the great barbarian's massive chest. As he used her for his pleasure.

And who would gainsay the giant human who was shaking the foundations of elven civilization? It had just begun, but the boulder had started to roll. There was no stopping it. So who would tell this divine man not to do as he pleased with his divine elven slut?

What mortal elf has any cause to be involved in the affairs of these divinities? These two were the best of us all, Lyn thought. Elves should not meddle in the affairs of gods. All elves could do was watch in awe, and let themselves be saved.

Besides, who would complain about this scene? Lyn wanted a carrot.

Twenty minutes Jorgen abused himself inside his princess. She was slack and limp, crushed against the his muscular torso. And he thrust. And thrust. And thrust. He wouldn't stop. But he couldn't come.

But then, five fingernails dug into the faint scars of his vampire bite. Selene was waking up. He wouldn't stop.

He looked down, and now the tomboy princess was glaring up at him. Molten steel flamed and gleamed, sparks flew, the new sun roared back to life.

Challenge offered and accepted.

Jorgen didn't need her to speak, though she did, in a croak.

"Don't you dare stop."

"Never," he growled.

It took two more thrusts. Selene screamed as her beautiful beast finally came inside of her. A massive geyser of pulsing heat and pressure that almost knocked the elf unconscious again.

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH," the barbarian's roar was heard throughout the common tree. From the elder's residence to the canteen, arousal and life energy had exploded outward from the guest house in a massive wave. Some elves had spontaneous orgasms, some went to find their favorite lover. And in a few instances that was even their spouse.

For most elves, it was nobody. Their system was failing. But, perhaps one or two new pairings would come out of the barbarian's orgasm.

Jorgen lay on his back with his perfect lover draped over him. He gently caressed her long, beautiful back as she snored and drooled into the barbarian's armpit. Knowing that neither the tomboy princess nor the slutty elf would care, addicted as they were to his scent, Jorgen was still thankful that he enjoyed bathing. He didn't want to watch his lover inhaling the reek of old sweat.

Tiana stormed up the stairs to the guest apartments. She had waited for almost an hour, hearing her daughter being ravaged, feeling the building shake with every powerful thrust. She didn't have to see it. She knew.

But she had *wanted* to see it, she admitted to herself, ashamed. To see her perfect daughter ruined on that beast's monstrous cock. It had taken all of her willpower to remain downstairs.

Just as elder Tiana entered the sinful den that was Jorgen's apartment, following her nose, as much as her sensitive elven ears.. the beast came.

And within moments, so did she. The black-haired, pale-skinned elder of Selani Village ground herself against the nearest object. A sofa. She straddled the back and fell forward and moved. That's all that mattered. The noble, mature, beautiful elf humped the piece of furniture shamelessly. She grunted and moaned like a whore in full view of her daughter and the barbarian. And she couldn't care.

Lys noticed elder Tiana even as she writhed in her own orgasm. The elfling wanted to help her old mistress. So she crawled, moaning and thrusting against the wood floor the whole way. Like a naked elfin caterpillar, an observer might note. When she finally reached Tiana, the elder's dress had hiked itself to her waist, and she was grinding her bare mound on the sofa cushion. Lys pushed her off.

Tiana fell onto the sofa and thrust her hands between her legs, grinding against her wrists. She needed more. Then someone pulled her legs wide, and then a soft face with a dainty tongue dove into her core, becoming Tiana's whole world. She came, and came, and came. And the moaning baroness drank deeply from her elder's nectar.

Jorgen heard moaning. He was curious. Lys and Lyn maybe? It sounded a lot more vigorous than he'd expect from that pairing.

The barbarian rolled his sleeping lover into a relatively clean spot. He gently rested her head on a pillow, and smiled at her beautiful, peaceful face. Her silvery locks flowed around her and spilled off the pillow, reminding him of the waterfall. Their first night together.

He kissed Selene's sweaty forehead and covered her with a light sheet, then went to find out who was doing what. He was never one to miss a good show.

Jorgen looked down at the sofa, he was suddenly aware of his nudity, but decided it didn't matter. Not in light of what he was seeing. His elfling baroness, her adorable little butt wagging in the air, had her face buried deeply in elder Tiana's cunt.

The devious barbarian had so many ideas. He needed to think. This had been going on for a while apparently. He had no clue what could have precipitated the event on his sofa, but he wasn't complaining.

Tiana's hand was mindlessly gripping and clawing at the little blonde's hair. They were really lost in lust. Hmm.

Jorgen enjoyed what he could see of the mature but ageless elf's figure, all the more erotic for being devoured by an elfling. He figured he'd see Tiana's breasts sooner or later, but her partially-clothed status was a little disappointing.

What to do?

Then he had an idea. He started to clap. He was amused to see that his heavy, hardening cock wagged from side to side with his movements. Jorgen kept up his applause for a good two minutes, but the elves were lost to their lust.

Selene woke up and moved to his side, and she devoured the scene alongside her barbarian lover. Then the naked princess added her applause. That did it.

Tiana, hips still grinding, regained herself while processing the image in front of her. She studied it thoroughly, memorized every detail, before she registered what she was seeing. Her nude daughter, hanging from the arm of her very, very, very..

Tiana knocked an oblivious Lys aside and leapt at Jorgen. She fell to her knees, and gripped his cock. She was lathing his head and stroking his shaft in moments. Sure, the agile barbarian could have moved out of her way. But this was more fun.

Selene watched her mother worship her lover's cock. It was surreal, and amazing. Tiana was mad with lust, and Selene certainly wasn't getting in the way of that, even if she wanted to, even if the big dominant barbarian wasn't having a great time.

She caught Jorgen's gaze, and agreed with his position. Her mother was ruining that dress and it needed to be removed. She would take care of that. Then Selene noticed her naked little sister on the ground with her legs spread and masturbating frantically. What in Aleisa's cunt was going on?

Never mind, she decided. They'd figure it out later.

Tiana had taken the head of Jorgen's massive cock into her mouth. Her mouth was surprisingly large, he thought. As big as Astra's. And like Astra, this lusty elf wanted his long thick cock down her throat. Interesting.

He nodded to the princess as she slipped her mother's dress over her head. He had to disengage the elder for a moment, but she got right back to it.

Her breasts were truly lovely. Very pale, with large reddish-pink nipples on modest areolae. Larger and heavier than Selene's, they were affected by gravity and didn't hang perfectly round, but were slightly fuller at the bottom. The were still firm and beautiful by any definition.

The barbarian's cock was steel now, and leaking a stream of precum that was trickling down elder Tiana's throat. She had managed about five inches of Jorgen's eleven, and her throat was bulging beneath her jaw.

The barbarian wanted to find out if elves were truly stretchy. He would never attempt this with Selene or Lys, because their mouths were just too small. But this elven noblewoman might be able to take it.

Jorgen caught Selene's eye. She was on a smaller chair with one long leg hung over an arm, looking somehow both surly and lusty. Two fingers on her right hand slowly circled her clit.

Elf and barbarian locked eyes and molten steel glowed to life.

He placed a massive hand on the back of Selene's mother's head. Tiana was stuck and gagging at about five inches, but didn't seem inclined to give up. The big man stood still as the elder slobbered and sucked at his cock. He watched his tomboy princess consider the question.

Then the steel gleamed.

And so the barbarian slammed his cock home with brutal, unyielding force. He came almost instantly, deep inside the elder's esophagus. His massive load poured straight into her stomach. He came and came, maintaining eye contact with Selene as her mother choked on his gigantic cock.

The kinky tomboy princess was plunging two fingers in and out of her core, in time with Jorgen's pulsing thrusts down her mother's throat. He kept up the rocking pace for her, even after he was done.

Selene finally came, falling backwards, and Jorgen pulled Tiana off his slick, glistening cock. He studied the older elf in concern, then gently slapped her wet cheek. She sucked in a breath and her eyes opened to survey the scene. Or, mostly just the gigantic softening cock in front of her face, dripping her drool and his come on the rug.

"Elder, it's good to see you," the barbarian rumbled, barely holding back his laughter.

Tiana looked up and sighed, then she took Jorgen's hand and he helped her to her feet.

"Your seed," she started, her voice hoarse, "it tastes.."

"Really, really good," Selene offered.

Suddenly a furious expression washed over the elder's aristocratic features.

"You did this!," Tiana hissed. She grabbed the big barbarian by his thick shaft. Her fingers didn't encircle it but she dug her nails in, challenging Jorgen to move.

He decided on calm and friendly.

"I'll apologize in advance. Then perhaps you can tell me what I did?"

"Y- y- you CAME."

"Down your throat?," he said casually, "Yes that's true. You're very talented, elder Tiana."

The older elf blushed.

"Not that! In my daughter! You almost took down the fucking tree with your fucking. And then you fucking came. With a massive life energy something. You fucking barbarian! I have no idea what you did.." she trailed off.

Then she huffed, "Just.. don't do it again!"

And with that, elder Tiana released Jorgen's cock, stood, scooped up her dress, and walked out with as much dignity as a naked elf with barbarian seed filling her stomach could muster. Which was a surprising amount. Jorgen was impressed with the woman.

Then he sobered.

"Gods, Selene, it just occurred to me that I could have easily imprinted your mother."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. The lovers just gawped at each other. But after a moment, Jorgen shrugged.

"Nothing for it now. Anyone want a bath?"

Chapter 23: Storytime with the Tomboy Princess, in a Bath

Summary:

Combination of exposition and a little sexy time with the princess.

New art of Lys on : https//NonSequiter

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Storytime with the Tomboy Princess, in a Bath

Lys, Jorgen and Selene were recovering in the parlor, over an ale. Lys had water.

Finishing his, Jorgen rose, "Lys, go find Tiana early tomorrow and send her our apologies and assure her we will look into the event. If you catch her early enough maybe we can have breakfast with her. We still have things to discuss."

"Yes, master."

"You need some sleep, little one. Selene, are you staying with me or Lyn?"

"I'll go check on her and if she's content I'll come back."

"That's fine, princess. Lys, do you have a room?"

"Yes! I took one of the five in back. If that's acceptable, master?"

"It is, I was going to suggest it. Go, get some sleep. I'm going to soak for a bit."

"Goodnight, master."

A few minutes later, Jorgen was feeling content. He laid sprawled in his bath, hot water carried the aches, dirt and mental clutter away.

He closed his eyes.

The barbarian didn't know how much time had passed when a light touch, a finger tracing the bite scar on his chest, alerted him.

Then a naked elf flowed like water over one of his big shoulders, and slid neatly into his lap. The bath barely rippled. She straddled his torso and leaned down to kiss him. Long silver hair surrounded their faces like a curtain. Jorgen's hands found a magnificent ass to grip.

"I checked on Lyn," she purred, "she's asleep and seems calm. She looks happy."

"Good girl."

"Ooh I get called a 'good girl' now?," Selene teased.

"Only when you deserve it," the big man confirmed with a wink.

He got a tomboy-princess smile and all was well with the world.

"What can I do for you tonight, Jorgen? You've had an eventful day."

"That smile was more than enough, princess."

She giggled musically and kissed him.

Jorgen squeezed her bubbly elven cheeks, "First the smile, and then the giggle. I feel utterly spoiled.."

Then Jorgen thought of Lillie. He wanted her to share this life with him. He missed the little brat. Lillie and Selene would either love or hate each other at first sight. But either way, they were family now. It would work out.

"There is something we should probably discuss," he said.

Selene rested her palms on the big man's shoulders and held herself at arm's length, so she could study his face.

"Tell me."

Gods she was beautiful, Jorgen thought. He studied her fierce, stunningly beautiful face, and her intense grey eyes, sparkling with intelligence, devotion, and passion.

"Lillie," he finally managed to respond, "I know this maybe doesn't compare with making progress on the quest, but as wonderful as our life together is, it doesn't feel right without her."

"You want to bring her here?"

"I want her to be where we are. We're family."

The silvery beauty melded into the barbarian's massive chest, soaking in his relaxing scent. She sighed contentedly, and listened.

"I know we're going to need your mother's help. And also I need to find a woman named Laela."

The indecisive elf pushed herself back again. She wanted to see his gorgeous blue eyes.

"The sorceress?," she asked.

"What is a sorceress? I mean is that specific for elves? In the north magic users are wizards, for example. Not that they're common."

"Wizards are different, I think," she started, apparently happy to talk about magic, "Sorceresses are more powerful, and have strong elemental affinities. more than one, usually. They can call upon elemental spirits and bend them to their will, it's shockingly powerful. Some also use life energy, or cosmic energy. Laela does cosmic and has three elemental affinities, that we know about. She has a big following. She's kind of a mysterious celebrity, I suppose.

Selene's steely eyes gleamed, and Jorgen somehow knew that she was experiencing a memory. Her eyes didn't glaze like a human remembering something. Her expression said that she was experiencing it much more immediately.

"Elves' biggest contributions," she said, "to defending the walls during the siege were our archers, and our sorceresses. They rained down fire and lightning, tore chunks from the land, used cosmic magic to alter space itself, and so much more."

"We're very proud of them," she added, "But sorceresses are very rare now. I only know of.. five, in all of Westhaven. But back then we had hundreds."

Selene continued, smiling fondly at her strong, beautiful man, "You humans were busy building clever, terrifying siege weapons, or heroically defending the gap when a wall was breached, or repelling orcs that made it onto the walls, or sallying forth in devastating cavalry maneuvers. All that manly stuff, that saved us all."

"What about male elves, and inorei? They can do magic, right?"

Selene frowned in concentration, considering how to explain. Her hips seemed to be moving on their own. Jorgen was enjoying the athletic elf's slippery sex - even under the hot water - against his shaft. It was sliding along his length in a subconscious, unhurried rhythm.

"Males had strong magic, but usually of a single element.. Most females actually have weaker magic, like my life magic, but many are very talented with it. Sorceresses, however, are explosively powerful, and talented. More than anyone else."

"Very few inorei," she finished, "have significant magical talent, but when they do it's probably somewhere between between males and females in strength."

"Why all the differences and power levels and such?," the barbarian asked. His huge hands gently squeezed the supple intersection where the folded elf's thighs, hips, waist and ass were all in his grasp. He followed each small movement and flex as she absently ground against him. It was a playground for Jorgen's wandering hands.

"Mmm It's all very complicated. Physiology, engrams, inherent energy, early exposure to magic. But ultimately it comes down to inherent life energy, or our 'pool,' which is actually not a pool, it's part of every cell in our bodies. That, and talent.

"Talent? Is that a special term or is like being talented at archery or music?"

"Both, I think. Specific to magic, the most important part of talent is being able to think abstractly and intuitively. To make leaps and connections between concepts and reality. And especially being able to visualize. People like Laela literally think in magic. It's their first language, and their primary sense."

"Te'erein?"

Selene pushed back again to carefully study the barbarian's face. Her hips slowed.

"How?"

Jorgen enjoyed her reaction. Even his favorite elf occasionally fell into the dumb barbarian trap.

"How do I know of it? An Areisian barkeep. I am pretty sure he has a connection, maybe a friend or even himself who was intimate with an elven woman. He knew details and spoke with familiarity, though he tried to hide it. I think he was an imperial agent too, maybe in Nathelas. He said he learned te'erein and it was a huge asset in his life."

"Alright, I think that all sounds plausible."

"Would I lie to you, princess?"

"No! No, I didn't mean that. I just meant your theories about the barkeep's background."

Selene felt the big man's chuckle in her crotch. Her hips were moving on their own again.

"I'm just having fun, lover."

"Fine," the gorgeous elf pouted. Her hips were forming small waves now.

"Te'erein?"

"Oh, right," she breathed, voice a little husky.

"Yes I use it, though not as well as I should. That's why my magic is so inconsistent."

"Could you teach me?"

"Mmm yes the basics sure. We could do it," she trailed off with a quiet groan of pleasure then finished with a breathy sigh, "naked."

The barbarian watched his lithe, uninhibited little elf enjoy herself. He let himself just absorb her being - the sight, sound, and touch he experienced. It felt like he knew her entirety. Her body and her mind made up a magical world, encompassed in his massive embrace, and he knew everything within.

His beautiful young lover casually pleasured herself on his body as she talked. Jorgen found that to be supremely erotic. He smiled fondly, eyes twinkling, and caressed Selene's gently writhing form. He spoke in a rumble as her pleasure built.

"Like this, in the bath?"

"Mmmm yesssss just. like. thisss"

The barbarian knew she was already climbing towards another release. He traced thick fingers over her flexing cheeks, up her slender torso, over her perky tits, and finally her plump nipples. He didn't squeeze, but took them between his fingers and gently held them, with the smallest amount of pressure. It was all the beautiful little elf needed.

She groaned and flexed and writhed through a rolling orgasm. Her perfect body felt both softly feminine and lithely powerful in his grasp.

Selene's head rested on his broad chest as she breathed his masculine scent. Her hips slowed, but she was still trembling and moaning softly. Jorgen let her recover for a few seconds.

"Perhaps I could help you train?," he asked "They way we connect, I think you and me get.. into each other's heads. I know you feel it. The fire."

"Mmm like a volcano coming alive."

"Your eyes. I think of them as molten steel when it gets intense between us. My fiery, steely-eyed princess, burning herself onto my soul."

"Goddess, Jorgen."

And then she was on him. He'd never felt Selene's small tongue force it's way into him like that before.. He didn't fight her as she dominated the kiss. He felt her need. She needed him to know she loved him as intensely as he loved her. He knew.

She finally pulled away and caught his gaze, gray eyes twinkling as they danced between his own. Then the gorgeous elf kissed his chin, then his cheek, his eyelids, his nose. This went on for awhile. He hadn't felt like this since..

"I feel guilty sometimes," he started, when she slowed her attentions.

"Ania?"

"Yes. Do you want to hear a little more of my story? Just a little."

"Yes, of course, Jorgen. I've been waiting."

"I met Ania when I was sixteen. I had been seeing this girl, Sarisa, who was a childhood friend. Then Ania showed up at our inn one day. Her family had just moved to Valcris from the far north. Like my family did when I was a child. She was from a clan that was a rival of ours."

"Rival?"

"Raiders. Every summer they would raid villages along the east coast of Palla. For food, wealth.. thralls. Sarisa's mother had been taken as a thrall. They were treated well and freed after a time. But, they were slaves. My father, and Sarisa's mother and father, along with a few others, rejected the lifestyle. That didn't stop my father from buying a new life for us in Valcris with plundered wealth. The inn, mainly. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't reject what it had bought either."

"I see. It's not a proud heritage, but you aren't to blame, Jorgen."

"Perhaps. And I'd like to think that, in some small way, I made penance. My defense of Palla in the war saved more lives and families than my recent ancestors had ruined. It's a weak defense. I fought for my own reasons, mostly. But it's something."

Selene kissed his cheek, and asked, "And Ania?"

"Right, so she walked into our inn one summer, and demanded a job. She was a force of nature. Tall. Well over six foot. And strong. A fighter. More so than I was. I had been raised as an innkeeper's son. I fished and cut lumber during the summer - my father made me earn my spending money, even though we didn't need it - while Ania was out raiding with her father and brothers. But she wasn't proud of it, any more than I was."

"That tall. What is 'well over?'"

Jorgen chuckled, "Six-foot-three. And she intimidated any man she met. Until me. We fought the day we met. She made a deal with my father that he'd give her a job if she could beat me in a fight. For some reason she thought she had a chance."

Selene giggled at that.

The barbarian chuckled, "In any case, I knocked her on her arrogant ass. But my dad was impressed and hired her on as a barmaid. She was beautiful, even if she looked like no barmaid I'd ever seen.

"Over time, Sarisa pulled away from me. When she finally told me that we weren't meant to be, she said that everyone saw what I didn't. That Ania and I were perfect for each other.

"And I suppose we were, in a way. We certainly looked a pair. Big blonde barbarians together. And we fought and argued like a couple, that's for sure.

"Our inn was built on a hot spring. It was our big attraction. Several hot baths that our guests could relax in."

"That explains so much," Selene teased.

"You're not wrong, princess. Anyway, one night, after we closed the common room and my parents had gone to bed, I went out to soak. And Ania was there. She loved baths even more than I did, if you can believe it. She was bathing naked, and completely unashamed when I came out. So I joined her, and we made love. Or fucked. A little of both I guess. And she became pregnant."

"Your son. Are you alright talking about this?"

"Argen, yeah. And, I am. Aleisa has helped me, somehow. I feel the pain, but this willpower 'fortress' I have; it lets me put the pain and rage and the guilt into kind of 'cells,' where the impact is.. blunted, I guess. It's not perfect, but I'm doing better."

Selene just wrapped her arms around Jorgen's big neck, and nuzzled in. Her hips hadn't stopped moving, and she had shuddered through a few small orgasms as the barbarian told his story. He didn't mind. She was listening.

"Anyway. I don't know if Ania and I were in love, but we couldn't deny our compatibility. And, she was pregnant. So, that spring, we married, and took over the management of the inn. My father was happy to retire. He spent most of his days fishing, or reading. But he did help out on busy nights."

"You've told me about the library, how did that come about?"

"Other raiders took gold and silver and pelts, and whatnot. My father emptied libraries. They would enter a noble or a merchant's home. Take their wealth, maybe their daughters, but my dad went for the books. When he moved us south, he had an entire wagon filled with them. A big one. More than a thousand tomes."

"That's.. impressive. You said you read them all?"

"I did," Jorgen confirmed, "I learned to read at six, and never stopped. Every night I would read something."

"Anyway," he continued, "I had a good life with Ania, and Argen. For almost four years.. Then the orcs broke out, and five thousand headed straight for Valcris. Orcs don't move as an army though. They form groups of fifty or a hundred and raid anything in their path. Much like my clan once did. But my people were gentle compared to those evil beasts."

"I.. remember, Jorgen," Selene said.

"Right. Anyway, Valcris didn't have much in the way of a guard, nor a wall. Dozens of orc packs poured into the city. Men fought for their lives, and their families. We eventually killed or drove them out. But the damage was done, and my berserker spirit awoke."

"What is that, anyway?"

"Old stories tell of an ancestor that made a pact with an angry spirit. Nobody really knows. We do know that it's partly what we called magic. Elves would say it's something about life energy, I'm sure. Rage can bring it out. And I was beyond enraged. I was broken. I wasn't the only berserker created in Valcris that day. And we agreed to take the fight to the orcs, and when we came upon the Areisians, they were happy to equip us as auxiliaries and set us upon their foes. That's how Cerberus was born"

"Cerberus?," the elf asked.

"The Areisians told us to pick a name, and that's what we came up with. My people worship the old gods, like Freia and Woten, as well as the new, like Hiades, the god of death. Cerberus was a monstrous three-headed hound that guarded the gates to his realm of the dead. It seemed appropriate. Anyway, there were eight of us, and I was made their captain."

"That.. makes sense," she panted, just having come again. Jorgen thought that her body and mind seemed almost disconnected as she moved herself. The pair went silent for awhile.

Then Selene said, "We were talking about your guilt, I think.."

"Right, guilt. I don't believe I should feel it, not anymore. I've killed a thousand times over to wash the guilt away. It didn't work. But when the war ended, with every last orc killed or fled back to their evil lands, I was left empty, with nothing to go back to. I collapsed, and I died."

Selene froze.

Jorgen chuckled, "I don't know if I actually died, but I decided that I had. Anyway, I woke up in a field hospital outside Eastwatch, and I wasn't angry anymore. I didn't feel the burning need to find and kill the beasts, I didn't hate myself, or the world. I felt alone and lost, but.. free.

"The Areisian healers told me that I stopped breathing for many minutes, and then I fell into a coma for three months. They didn't know why. Anyway, that was enough for me. I decided that this is my afterlife."

Jorgen continued, "One of the healers handed me some papers that said I was awarded an imperial citizenship, an officer's warrant, and that I could travel anywhere on any military ship. And they had healed all my old wounds and scars - another reason I decided that this was my afterlife. And I got fifty gold coins. A fortune on Palla. Not so much on Athea."

"I didn't know what to think of that, but I had nobody to return to and I could never live in Valcris again. I didn't even go back to sell the inn, the boat, the library. I sometimes wonder who is sleeping in my marital bed.. Anyway, I asked an old healer where I should go. Athea, he said, if I wanted to go to the closest place to paradise he knew. Paradise sounded right. Or Elysium, or Valhalla."

"I've heard of Elysium," Selene said, "but not the others."

"Paradise came from the people of the south. Those that survived of them, after the orcs appeared, migrated north. Pallans like to grasp on to any religion it seems. Valhalla was from my people's old religion. A place for the heroic dead."

"I like that about your people," the elf said, "they loved our gods too, and made them their own. Anyway, I didn't want to interrupt, keep going, please," the elf said.

"That's alright, princess. I like that you're interested in us."

"Anyway," Jorgen continued, "I arrived on Athea, and I fight daily to let the past be the past, the dead be the dead, and to enjoy my afterlife. I know Ania would demand that of me. And the kindest part of me thinks that I earned it. Other parts of me think that would be impossible.

"But when I feel the guilt anyway, I try to let it wash over me. I skirt around it, and use the moment to appreciate the good that there was in that life. Then I make myself move on. I have to, or.. I have to."

Selene seemed about to interrupt, but she cuddled against him instead.

"This is my afterlife, and I'm not going to apologize for making the very best of it. With my beautiful elven princess being the best part of all.

"But, the way I feel about you. It's impossible not to think of Ania sometimes. I've never felt something... I didn't love Ania this much, Selene. It was different and I could just leave it at that. Our love was wonderful. But it was less, and I can't deny that."

They were silent again, for awhile, and Jorgen explored Selene's athletic elven body as she brought herself to another orgasm, marked only by her quivering, and a sigh. After a few moments, Selene broke the comfortable silence.

"I guess it would be impossible not to feel a little guilty about it, master."

Jorgen noted her use of 'master,' and wondered for a moment what had changed. She had been in her self-assured tomboy mode, all through his story. Taking her pleasure from him even as as he spoke. He thought it was maybe an elven thing. Tempering sadness with pleasure. The barbarian didn't mind, and it wasn't as if his throbbing shaft objected to the slippery sensations. Elven arousal is copious and it didn't wash away as quickly as a human woman's, he thought.

"Goddess knows," Selene continued, "that I feel bad about little Lyn. I never felt more than a protective big sister, or something like that. I love him, I do. He was my best friend. But there is just no comparison with what we have, Jorgen."

The barbarian shook his head. "No. Don't make Lyn compete. She never even wanted to get married, you know that. Or be a man. What you and I have is not something she even aspired to, Selene. She just wants to feel loved and cherished. And she does. You do make her feel that. So let that be a separate thing. Neither subtracts from the either."

"Right, 'she.' I am still adjusting. Her gender isn't important to me. It's just an adjustment.. Anyway, you make her feel that too, Jorgen. She's more in love with you, honestly, than she ever was with me."

"That's the imprinting I'm sure."

"What if my love is imprinting too, big man?"

"I guess, I don't care. You're too important. Imprinting is a detail. You love me, right?"

"Completely beyond words."

"I don't care why. It doesn't matter."

"And Lyn?"

"No," Jorgen admitted, "She has my care and fondness and friendship and compassion and appreciation and protection, all those things that are important to her I think. But no, it doesn't compare. It never will."

Selene sighed against the big barbarian's chest.

"Same. Are you ever going to tell me? The really bad?"

"Traumatize you? Why would I do that to my favorite elf?"

"Because that trauma is a part of you, Jorgen."

"A locked away part, Selene. It ruled me for four years, at the end of my last life. And then I died, and somehow it feels separate from my new self. Most of the time."

"Your afterlife. I guess I can accept that, for now. It seems similar to the difference to our genetic memories, and the ones of our own lifetimes. But I would still like to know, someday."

"I'm sure I won't be able to keep it from you forever. Aleisa helps me keep it separate. But when it becomes real to me again.. I hope you never have to deal with that, but at some point you probably will. You're strong enough to get us through it."

"I am?"

"You're strong enough to do anything, princess."

"Alright, fine," the beautiful elf said, blushing, "Back to where we started, yes we can do te'erein training with each other and I think you can help me. You also need to learn life magic. Your life energy is as massive as the rest of you," she finished with a groan, grinding down on the barbarian's enormous, throbbing cock.

"You can't teach me life magic?," he asked.

"Hmm.. I might be able to help you find the spark, but I shouldn't train anyone in magic. I gave it up ten years ago, and spent my free time as an elfling on swords and archery, and books. Mother always had me learning about government and leadership, other subjects as well. But magic was not part of it."

"That's another thing you need to do, barbarian," the elf chided.

"What? And what's the spark?"

"Learn to read elvish. And the spark is a place inside you, sort of. A point you have to find where your talent can spread into your life energy and begin to influence it, to form a concept. Te'erein visualization helps with that."

"Alright, that sounds like a whole thing. We'll come back to that. My goal right now is to have my family together and some security. We can go from there on magic and the rest."

Selene asked, "How will get in contact with Laela? It sounds like you want to do the legwork?"

Jorgen nodded.

"Hmm. You've been to Ruitan, the big tree to the west?"

"Where your old cottage is? And Traya's apartment?"

"Yes. There's a shop there. A magic bookstore. You won't be able to read the signs so just ask around for the magic bookstore. It's one path south, one path east from the tailor, I think. When you find it, talk to Easio. Pretty much everyone at this village is going to jump at the chance to help you at this point, oh great barbarian," she teased, "so use that. "

"Good, thank you princess."

"So, that's Lillie. What about your.. our quest?"

"We need a secure base of operations, to simplify things."

"Alright," the gorgeous elf sighed, not quite a moan. "I'm good with that, and it makes sense."

"You're grinding pretty good. Want to come again?"

"Mm yes give me a minute."

The big barbarian leaned back and let his sexy tomboy shamelessly get herself off in his lap, again. This one looked like it might be intense. Her body was writhing while she grunted and moaned. Jorgen ignored his own need. His cock was throbbing under her, but he wasn't desperate. So he just marveled at the smooth perfection of her glistening form as she rolled her athletic figure against him.

In one particular moment, Jorgen caught an image of Selene that he would never forget. She was crying out in ecstasy, but she could just as easily have been roaring at the sky. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her athletic arms up and out, with strong hands seeming to grasp the world around her. To control it, or burn it. She looked like a silvery goddess of fiery sex and sexy fire. Freia and Aleisa had serious competition.

Selene finally recovered and stood to her knees, and in a single motion she gripped Jorgen's huge, thick cock with both hands, and let herself fall. She parted around his flared head almost magically, and he slid into her body far easier than he'd remembered before. She was relaxed.

The big man noticed the contour of his cock under her abs before he really processed that she was fucking him. And she had hilted his entire length. Well, almost. There was about an inch that she would have to spread her legs uncomfortably to take in.

In any case, it was a wonderful surprise. The barbarian groaned in pleasure, in thrall to the elfin goddess. She had overloaded his senses by sheathing herself completely and so quickly. Her heat, her slick, her grip. Her cervix kissing his cock, where it belonged.

"Mmmmm you were letting me feel so good, being so unselfish. It seemed the right thing to do. Gods you're huge. I can feel everything. Goddess.."

Jorgen didn't move. He just rested his massive shoulders and arms on the sides of the tub and let his sexy elven tomboy control their coupling. For as long as she could, anyway.

"Jorgen, gods. Jorgen..."

The big man watched her lean abs undulate like a serpent, her hips rolling. The silvery elf's hands were on his shoulders, holding herself steady.

"So gorgeous. You're like a dream, lover."

"Jorgen, I... gods, you're so big, I still can't.. believe it. I feel... nngghhh everything... inside me"

"And you can take it all, beautiful."

"Yessss..."

"Take it all, princess. I love the way you fuck me."

"Gods... mmm so deep... in my.. womb.."

Selene started lifting and lowering herself smoothly, and gracefully, driven by her powerful, athletic thighs and ass. She was setting a slow, sustainable pace; groaning and moaning, lost in her sensations. Jorgen would last as long as she needed him to, he knew. He would just enjoy the show.

The water was sloshing around her and she had a look of lustful determination on her face. She looked a little sex drunk, too.

"You're so beautiful, princess."

"Mmmm thanksss.. you... too."

"Let me know if you get tired and I can take over."

"I'mmm gooood. Stronnngg, mmember?"

"That's right, princess. Strong enough to do anything."

"Unngghh.. yeaahhh.."

The big man felt himself reaching the point where he could come if he wanted to, but he didn't want to, not yet, so he wouldn't. He felt Aleisa's blessing give him complete control over his body.

Gods Selene was beautiful, he thought. He watched his gorgeous elf fuck down on his cock. She was moaning, and gripping his big arms. She looked down at their joining then tossed her head back.

"You're so beautiful, Selene."

"Unnnghh yeaah.."

"I want to watch you come, beautiful.."

"Jorggennn, goddessss.."

"I want to watch you come.."

"Gods I'm gonna... mmm... Come.. come in me I .. waannt..your.. baby"

"With me?" Jorgen was alert now, "what about Lyn?"

"S-She.. can.. mmmnn.. second .. baby.."

The gorgeous elf's pace was only increasing as she dropped that revelation on Jorgen, uttering the words on her downward thrusts. She was groaning and grunting and her steely eyes looked determined, if drunken. But he didn't quite know this exact Selene.

"What?"

"Just.. come.. dumb.. human."

"Selene-"

"Please! Just... Give it to me!," she growled.

The barbarian wanted it. He was holding himself back. They needed to talk about this with Lyn. Right? This was her lust talking. Maybe a nascent breeding kink. Or was this baby-crazy Selene?

"Come for me first princess, then we'll make a baby if you still want to, alright? Just fuck down on my cock."

"Yeeaaahhh.."

"Fuck down on it.."

"Uunnnggghhh."

All else aside, Jorgen's favorite elf was unbelievably fucking beautiful. Her wet silvery hair was a darker shade, and was plastered to the skin of her face and shoulders. Her elegant ears were angled back, in frustration, maybe? Her skin was glistening and dripping sweat. Her lean muscles and long limbs were a work of art in motion. Gorgeous.

"That's it, princess. Let me watch you come."

"Oh.. gods.."

"Come on my cock, Selene."

"Jorgen, I..."

"You're so beautiful. You're perfect, princess. Come for me."

"Goddess.."

"Selene."

"I'm..."

"Come for me, Selene. Be a good girl and come."

"Gods, Jorgen!"

"Come for me.."

"Come... nggh goddess... so deep.."

"Come for me."

"Mmm so... gods... this huuge fucckkking cockkk goddess! Jorgen! Unnghh I'm coming! I'mmm comminnngg!"

"Good girl."

"Uhhnnnghhhhh!!!"

"Yes, princess."

She clenched her muscles around his massive length and ground her cervix on the tip of his cock and it suckled his slit. His favorite feeling. Elven cervixes really did suckle. Every time she rose Jorgen felt its suction.

"AHHAAHH.. nnggGGAHAHH!," she half-groaned and half-screamed, the sounds seemed to originate deep in her diaphragm. At the head of his cock. He could feel it.

Selene's hips thrust down violently now, his length inside brutalizing her channel, his ridged head massaging and stretching every inch, his fleshy tip abusing the entrance to her womb.

Her elven womb, Selene was thinking. His human seed.

"NNGGGH AHH AHH AHHHHHH!!"

She only blacked out for a few seconds that time.

Jorgen was still sitting back. His beautiful elf had screamed, squirted into their bath, and then collapsed onto his broad, muscular chest. She was panting and hips were subtly grinding out her the last of her release.

The big man held Selene gently in his massive, comforting embrace.

"You're beautiful."

"Mmmm"

"Thank you."

"MmmMmmm"

"You're welcome."

Selene was slowly coming back to her senses. The big man was holding her in his arms, and she was feeling safe and secure. She was feeling his huge cock still pulsing inside her.

"How do you feel, beautiful?"

"You didn't come."

"No," he rumbled, "I didn't want you to make a decision without the three of us talking. I'm sorry, I know you were feeling it. A hidden breeding kink maybe? I can get into that. But if you're serious we have to talk first."

"Noooo" she whined, adorably.

"Princess."

"Alright, fine, I won't get pregnant right now, I promise. But I'm full of your huge throbbing cock, master, and I want to feel even more full of your hot, copious, cum. Right. Fucking. Now."

She was staring him right in the eyes and he saw her determination, her lust, her fire. Slutty tomboy princess. He liked this one the best.

"Too tired to work for it, princess?"

"I need it, please."

Slutty was definitely in charge now, though.

"Need what?"

"Master!," she whined.

"Fine. If you insist."

The barbarian slid his massive hands up from her bubbly ass and gripped her athletic waist. Selene grabbed his wrists and they locked eyes. Molten steel.

He started lifting and lowering her like a doll, and her eyes gleamed in lusty approval.

"Goddessss"

"You're so beautiful."

"Mmmm, so are you.."

Jorgen started thrusting up to meet her then, and Selene just rode the powerful waves, each culminating in a flash of intense pleasure. Goddess she loved feeling him against her womb, and the way his cock pulsed as it stretched her wide. It was the most perfect feeling in existence. She felt complete.

"Mmmmnnnnaaah!"

"I know."

"Don't.. stop"

"I won't."

"Please.. master, don't stop.."

"Never, princess."

He was thrusting hard now.

"So.. fucking.. deep.. how.. goddess.. all.. this.. COCK!!"

Jorgen felt Selene start to contract again, and her body language was screaming at him. A juicy nipple caught his eye, and he latched on.

"Jorgennn!"

He nibbled. He sucked.

"OHH GODDESSS! DONT STOP!"

"I know sweetheart. Come for me."

"NOO! together!"

"Alright princess. Together."

"TOGETHER!," she cried.

Jorgen's grip on her hips was hard and she was helping to slam her body down now, thighs lifting with him, dropping with him.

"Unnngghhh! Mmmnggh! YEESS"

"Fuck," he growled.

"YEAH!," she growled back.

"GRRAHH!!,"

"JORGENNNNN!"

"SELENE!," he roared.

They both felt it at the same time and the barbarian let his instincts take over. Selene was slamming onto his massive steel-hard length as he thrust up into her tight channel, then the elf came with her entire body, groaning from a place deep inside.

"MMNNNNGGGGUHHHHH!," she groaned.

"RRRRAAAAAHHHHH!," he roared, a final time.

Selene felt herself fill with his fire, and her orgasm went on and on and on. Jorgen's cum kept exploding into her, geyser after geyser, and the pressure was unbelievable, like it would never end. He was still coming and she was lost in the waves of her own ecstasy.

Minutes passed as they panted into each other's embrace.

"Selene, goddess you're amazing. So fucking beautiful."

"I love you."

"I love you too, my slutty tomboy princess. I love you so fucking much."

"Mmmmm"

The exhausted elf passed out then, not waking this time. Jorgen leaned back and smiled in contentment, his cock still buried in his lover. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the magically-heated bath, and their fluids, seeping out around his shaft.

Chapter 24: Just a Morning

Summary:

Selene gets a present, and so does Jorgen.

Reminder that there's Lys art on my free https//NonSequiter

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Four: Just a Morning

Selene woke in bed, alone. The sun was up, she saw, and the room was quiet. Jorgen's room. And his scent that smelled like home. She wrapped his pillow around her face, surrounding herself with the intoxicating odor of masculinity.

She didn't remember anything after the bath. Goddess that was the best one yet. And she had succeeded! She had ridden him and he had come before she passed out. The contented young elf laid back in bed, with a dopey smile on her face, and thought about the best sex of her life, or at least since the last time with her barbarian.

His big cock had been so very deep and she had felt so very full, but it was much easier to ride when she was that relaxed. The hot bath and the slow orgasms had her feeling that, and more. The elf noted it for future reference.

Riding her massive human was amazing and she loved the power she felt, and the way he looked at her athletic body while she did the work. She was proud of her body and loved that he appreciated it so much. Especially considering Jorgen had the body of a golden god.

But, she preferred being taken by him. Used like the tiny elf she was to him. And she did feel tiny under him, feeling his power, his heat, enveloped in his size and weight. In thrall to his gentle dominance. And to his cock, she thought with a smirk.

Selene's world shrank when Jorgen was encompassing her, fucking her, ruining her. She suddenly wondered what it would feel like from behind, to be fucked like an animal. She'd find out sooner or later. But, what about anal? Did she want really to try that? She'd teased the big man about it, but she wasn't sure. He didn't seem all that interested either, so maybe she'd leave that alone, for now.

The beautiful elf looked around, and wondered where her barbarian mate was. If he was busy today, she thought, maybe she'd find Traya. Her friend was out of sorts and needed the attention. Mostly sexual attention. Selene didn't have the full story of what had happened between Jorgen and Traya, but she had a sense of it.

Traya didn't know what she would do if she was near him, and couldn't have him. Selene remembered how she felt the day she met the barbarian, and decided that she might have gone mad if he hadn't taken her.

One thing she'd learned was that the big man's talk of sexual dominance had Traya intensely curious. So Selene had done her best to dominate the older ranger. She thought she had done pretty well. And, she liked it. Jorgen said he thought she was both submissive and dominant, and she told him the elves called that a "switch." She'd agreed that was what she probably was. As were most married elf females, she decided. Wives being the aggressors with their little inorei "husbands" was the only reason there were any elven children at all.

"Husband" was something that she had a hard time saying with a straight face since she met Jorgen. She didn't want to insult the dutiful inorei still trying so hard to be men. But when she walked around her village, she didn't see men, nor husbands any more. Jorgen was right. Elven masculinity was gone forever. She hoped they could save her people in spite of that.

Anyway, Selene figured that she could practice her dominance on both Traya and Lys now. Although, Lys being her half-sister limited how far Selene was willing to take that. She didn't think she wanted to dominate little Lyn anymore. She'd taken charge because she had to, and she knew they both resented all of it. She wanted Jorgen to handle Lyn's needs.

Time to get up, she decided.

Groaning and stretching, the silver-haired beauty extricated herself from the huge, comfortable bed. The naked elf looked around for some clothing. She needed to keep a few things in Jorgen's wardrobe, she decided.

Ultimately Selene wrapped a sheet around her tall frame and strode towards the balcony. Then she froze. She'd noticed that Jorgen's small dining table held a tray, with a cloth over it and a note on top. There was a paper-wrapped pole of some sort leaned against a chair.

She picked up the note first, and read.

"Good morning my beautiful, dangerous huntress. I haven't found the right time to give this to you. I didn't want to wait any longer, so, here it is. I love you. -J

"P.s. just holler for Lys if you need anything. She'll appear. She's always lurking nearby."

Selene, smelling freshly-baked bread, lifted the cloth first. She found a dozen fresh, still-warm bread rolls, plus butter, two kinds of preserves, several soft cheese wedges, and a ceramic carafe of fruit juice that she recognized from the canteen. Perfect.

Her sheet fell off when she grabbed a roll and stuffed it into her face. Not caring, she reached for the wrapped gift. She sat in her chair and laid her gift across her naked thighs.

The excited elf untied the twine, and the paper unfurled.

Then the half-eaten roll bounced off a plump nipple and rebounded onto the tray, landing in the butter.

"OH MY GODDESS!"

Lys was cleaning the downstairs dining room when she heard the scream. Her big sister was not usually all that girly, but that scream sounded like an excited ten-year-old elfling.

The leggy blonde maid was preparing the dining room, again, for dinner with the elder. She had been forced to deliver a very conciliatory note to elder Tiana early this morning. The elfling had taken a bit of abuse from her old mentor. She had tried not to think about the lovely taste of the elder's pussy and silently accepted the older elf's angry rants and accusations for as long as she could.

Finally, having enough, the oversexed elfling had lifted her head and caught the elder's gaze. Then the little elven tart had licked her lips seductively, smiled, and winked. It had not been not overly graphic, but it was effective. Tiana had flushed and stuttered. Seconds later she sent Lys off with her regards to her master and the promise to see him at dinner that evening.

So, now, the elfling maid was cleaning. She had sent away yesterday for her maidservant Teani, at her baronial estate in Neinelumye. In a few days she'd have some help with the cleaning and laundry. For such was the life of a baroness/maid.

Lys wondered if master would imprint Teani. She probably should have considered that.. Oh well.

She'd better check on Selene.

Selene gasped. It was an absolutely exquisite adamantium-blackwood bow.

Selene had always made her own bows. Perfectly functional, and a stronger draw than most elves would choose for hunting.

This bow was the sort she'd seen noble hunters use on expedition for large prey. It would have a nice heavy draw, she knew, and pack a powerful punch.

The carvings were of oddly-familiar flowing, abstract animal shapes and vines, inlaid with silver.. or, mithril? Unlikely, she decided.

The tips of the bow that extended a couple inches past the notch were split unevenly, looking like two sharp thorns.

Additionally, the handguard had two dark, sharp adamantine spikes, thrusting forward about two and a half inches beyond the grip. Just in case, she thought, grimly.

This was a noble's bow. And not just any. She recognized the carvings now. They matched the designs on her family seal. Her mother couldn't use any of their style in public. She wouldn't be allowed to use this. Who made it, she wondered. How did Jorgen get it?

"Who cares!," she decided, "It's beautiful. I love it. I'm keeping it!"

Then the gorgeous naked elf started bouncing and giggling, clutching her new bow to her breasts.

Lys was transfixed. Her tall, beautiful, very naked big sister was exploring and caressing a pretty bow, and mumbling to herself. Lys was jealous. The lusty young maid remembered serving her new mistress yesterday, and wondered if she needed help bathing this morning.

Then Lys's gorgeous, powerful, mysterious older sister started jumping and bouncing around like a ten-year-old elfling. Somehow, Lys mused, Selene made even that look good.

A few hours earlier.

Jorgen woke feeling amazing. The bed was soft, and his elf blanket was warm and snoring softly. There wasn't even much drool. He'd slept well and was feeling positive. He knew what needed to be done, if not exactly how. That was next.

The sun was up but it was still early. Maybe an hour after sunrise, he estimated.

"Lys," the barbarian spoke, as softly as he could.

"Yes, master," a musical voice replied. A moment later, Lys appeared silently at his bedside. Jorgen had just assumed that she would be nearby, and there she was. She was a good maid.

The barbarian gently pet his naked sleeping beauty while he spoke.

"Do you," he asked, "still like wearing the maid uniform?"

He studied the awkward, pretty, young elf as he spoke. The oddly-compelling outfit was impractical and revealing, and all the more erotic in that it showcased the elfling's underdeveloped figure.

"I love it, master," she replied sincerely, "it makes me feel so.. I can't describe it. I just feel like I should have been born a servant instead of a noble. And it's so sexy. I can't believe how much I love sex, master. I think about it all the time."

"I've ruined you," Jorgen muttered, then spoke up, "It sounds like you want to feel subservient. Does that give you a warm feeling, does it make you happy? Or is it just about sex?"

"Master," Lys said, "it feels like being your servant, maid... like it's everything I'm supposed to be."

He wasn't going to argue with that. Jorgen had no issues with master/servant relationships. As long as everyone was getting what they needed. Also, having an enslaved noble, a baroness - the daughter of the duke no less - was convenient.

"Alright Raelys. I accept your service, gratefully."

"Master, would you like help bathing this morning? I would also like to give you an opportunity to remove my training device."

Jorgen took a moment. Did he want to know? Yes, yes of course he did. He scanned the adorable elfling with her long coltish legs. She had her silky blonde hair up in a messy bun, he noticed.

"I suppose that would be acceptable," he said, sighing dramatically.

Lys stepped back and watched while master rearranged his princess. His massive cock was not what she stared at the entire time. Her mistress's ass got significant attention, until master pulled a sheet over it. Then it was all about the cock. Right in front of her, its owner towering above.

"Eyes up."

"Yes, master."

"I think I'd like to get you a collar."

"A slave collar?," Lys asked, eyes hopeful.

"More like a dog collar. A kitten collar."

"That sounds lovely, master. I'll send word to Jira, the leatherworker, to come take the commission."

"Good girl."

The big man caught Lys before she fell. Her knees had folded. He set her onto her feet and patted her head.

"That reminds me," he said, ignoring her small spontaneous orgasm, "were you able to recover any of my daeri from Clea at the canteen?"

"Y-Yes master, I have it here," she panted.

"Hold onto it for now."

"Yes master.

"On that subject," the elfling added, "I've sent for my maidservant Teani, and she's to withdraw one thousand daeni from the estate event funds and bring it. It's been piling up anyway."

"Maidservant? Daeni?"

"Yes master," she said cheerfully, then explained, "it wasn't appropriate for me to have my maidservant here in Selani Village when I was serving as handmaiden to the elder. But now, not only can I, but I should. You deserve a head maid with at least one underling. And this is a large house."

"You didn't think to run that by me?"

"I was hoping to surprise you, master."

"Alright. You just told me, so I won't be surprised. How old is she?"

"She's the same age as me, master."

Jorgen sighed.

"We'll just have to keep her out of my presence I suppose."

"Yes, master. I'll have her keep the downstairs and run errands."

"Fair enough. Daeni? I've only heard of daeri."

"Oh, I see." Lys considered for a moment. Jorgen saw a hint of the elfling's noble education in her carefully thoughtful expression. "There are three denominations, each worth one hundred of the smaller denominations. So one daesi is one hundred daeni, and one daeni is one hundred daeri. The daeri are stonewood, the daeni are blackwood, and the daesi are mithril."

"I see. Mithril? I thought that was a legend."

"No, we mine it at Karanaluno and Lefdoriath, in the far southern mountains. It is very rare. I've only seen a few daesi myself. But it's no legend. You have some mithril already, master."

"I do?"

"On that bow in your wardrobe, master."

The barbarian was momentarily stunned. Why would that weapon merchant sell it to him for forty silver? Why didn't Traya say anything? He would have to look into that, but later.

"Alright," he finally replied, "So, your servant is bringing a hundred thousand daeri, what will we use it for?"

"I had planned to set up a house fund, if that's acceptable, master?"

"Thank you for this wonderful afterlife," he silently thanked Aleisa.

"Good girl," he said aloud.

Jorgen was ready that time, and caught the elfling maid with a pair of big hands on her petite shoulders. Once she was steady, The naked barbarian walked to the bathroom. He was grinning in amusement, with no little pride in his 'good girl' skills.

Lys followed silently behind. Not staring at master's ass, and certainly not noticing that it was more beautiful than any sculpture.

Jorgen relieved his bladder and he heard Lys begin the bath. It would fill quickly, he knew. He finished up, something that took a few moments with a cock his size. In addition to its significant urine transportation capacity, which took time to drain out, the big man had to be careful not to flop its heavy weight around, lest he get piss everywhere. His height only magnified the dilemma. Finishing up, flushed the privy.

He'd used the backside-sprayer a few times, and thought the whole thing was utterly brilliant.

Returning, the barbarian found a naked elfling by the bath, with her boyish figure on shameless display. She stood in a subservient posture, hands clasped behind her back, legs slightly spread, eyes not down so far that she couldn't see her master's cock.

Jorgen didn't react. He was getting used to her absurd behavior, and it was entertaining. He did wonder where noble elflings learned these things.

The big man stepped into the bath and turned so his back faced the maid.

"Eyes up, slutty elfling," he rumbled, "Wash."

"Master, would you like your.. gift, first?"

"Hmm. I suppose I would."

"Yes, master!," she chirped.

The skinny naked elfling moved a small table, which sat between the washbasin and the tub, so that it was adjacent to the 'front' of the tub. She then stepped into the hot water. The barbarian could smell her arousal.

Jorgen stood confidently, arms crossed, assuming this would make sense sooner than later. He was a patient man. And she was adorable, after all.

Then Lys turned away from him, bent at the waist, and leaned her palms on the table. Her long, coltish legs were spread about a foot apart. They were near edge of the four foot-wide tub, so her knobby knees were against the copper. Her upper body was out of the tub, bent over the table. Jorgen noted that the table seemed very solid.

There was room for Jorgen to see the whole scene, especially if he crouched down. Which he did, but only after brightening the magical light in the corner above the tub.

The barbarian, with a large and growing erection, studied the backside of his favorite and only maid. It was small, bubbly, pale, and slightly pink. His eyes traced her slim lines, from delicate foot, up through slender calf, to prominent knee, to long thigh, pale and slick, to smooth, glistening slit, to the curve of her tiny, perky butt.

Jorgen bypassed his "gift" to take in the rest of the elfling's youthful, boyish body. Which was about the same as the first half. He focused back to the object obstructing his view of the elfling maid's asshole.

It was black, and shiny. He'd heard of them. From Areisians, of course. Both their men and women enjoyed them. A "butt plug." It made sense, he realized, that a resourceful, wealthy, noble elfling would not settle for a carrot.

Alright, the barbarian decided, nothing for it. He latched on with two thick fingers. He mused that one of those very fingers had been inside that very backside. On the night they'd met. He still carried the scars.

Jorgen had a maid with bite. A vampire maid. With a butt plug. This was great.

Lys flinched as her master started laughing. His voice was so deep. Her little pussy gushed harder. Then she moaned.

The big man pulled the hard glass object from his maid's ass, very slowly. Her long legs started trembling the moment he applied any pressure.

"M-Master, may I please touch myself while you retrieve your gift?"

"Because you asked," he grunted, focused on his task. He paused to let her move to one arm and saw the tips of her little fingers start to work. Her inner lips had blossomed and her slit was open to him, its tiny entrance in the center. Lys was circling her little clit.

"Good girl."

That had not been planned well. Jorgen needed to be more careful with that phrase.

When the elfling's knobby knees buckled, her feet slipped, and the sturdy table slid across the polished floor of the bathroom.

The big man held on to the plug, of course, in his iron grip, and reached with his other hand to catch the maid's hip. He wasn't quite fast enough.

Lys screamed as the large, smooth plug was violently yanked out of her ass. The orgasm she'd been chasing exploded as she hit the floor. She moaned and writhed, both arms trapped between her skinny thighs, grinding against her mound.

The erotic little elfling finally slowed and calmed, until she ended up in fetal position, twitching.

Jorgen had been watching with an open jaw, butt plug suspended in place.

"Thank you, master," she whimpered.

The barbarian coughed then casually said "You're welcome, Lys." He spun around and reclined, facing away from the elfling maid. He had ended up on his ass, of course, so it was convenient.

He reached back and deposited the surprisingly large butt plug into the wash basin. Then he leaned back, spread his huge arms and shoulders to rest on the rim, and rested his calves on the opposite.

"You can bathe me when you've recovered, little maid."

Jorgen had been listening as Lys's breathing slowed, and it sounded like she was trying to stand up.

"Yes, master," she said.

"Good girl," he rumbled.

Then he sighed when he heard the elfling collapse back to the floor.

Chapter 25: Captain Keira

Summary:

Just a short chapter to introduce one of my favorite elves.

(There is sfw and nsfw art of her on my free :https//NonSequiter)

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Five: Captain Keira

The elfling and the barbarian finished their morning bath, and Jorgen strode to his wardrobe to dress himself. He knew that Lys wasn't ready to assist with that. The tights incident had made that clear.

The little maid did stand at attention near the bed.

Selene, of course, had slept straight through the eventful early morning, and was snoring. She had tired herself out.

"Lys," the big man started, speaking softly, as he put on his undershorts.

"Yes, master?"

"Take the bow from the wardrobe, and get it wrapped with paper and twine, Then go to the canteen and get some breakfast and something to drink for Selene and leave it on the tea table. Oh but first get me pencil and paper."

"Yes master!"

And she was gone. Then she was back.

"The bow?"

"The bow. Sorry, master."

"Thank you, Lys."

Lys returned with several sheets of good-quality writing paper, with a faint nature design around the border, and three pencils. She walked past him to place the items on a desk in the corner. The barbarian hadn't registered its presence until that moment.

"I'll leave the note here," he said, "When you return, place the wrapped bow and the note on the table, next to your sister's breakfast. I'm going to write a second note, which you should deliver to Tiana."

"Yes, master!"

"And don't forget to eat something yourself. We feed the staff from the house fund."

"Yes, master, thank you!"

Jorgen wrote his notes in Athean, which every elf was able to read, and folded them. He was certain that Lys would read them anyway.

Time to see a magic bookstore.

Jorgen headed through the canteen, towards the bridge to the Ruitan tree. He stopped on the bridge this time and looked all around. His dislike of heights was fading. So the barbarian finally took in the vast forest space around him. He was a hundred feet from the forest floor, about halfway to the common tree's canopy above. It was breathtaking. The trunks of the massive trees faded in the far haze of the forest, in every direction.

One thing he hadn't seen before was what he assumed was a ranger outpost of some sort. He saw a few elves in the uniforms he had grown familiar with. The outpost was a sub-platform on the common tree he had just left. It seemed to sit under the meeting hall, and he assumed they could ascend into the main level or drop to the forest floor with ease. It gave him a sense that the rangers probably had secrets throughout the forest.

Which reminded him, "Keira?"

Thirty seconds later, a beautiful elven ranger with a short blonde ponytail appeared as if by magic. She strode confidently and gracefully towards the barbarian. She must have intuited his path, Jorgen thought, because she approached from the Ruitan side of the bridge.

He admired Keira's athletic figure and the casual ranger uniform she wore, which was grey trousers and a dark sleeveless top that showed off her golden, leanly-muscled arms and shoulders. The shirt had an embroidered ranger crest in a silver color. She wore a thick belt adorned with pouches, a knife, and a short sword on her left hip.

"What can I do for you, Jorgen?," Keira asked, stopping a few feet away.

"Well, you can start by taking my compliment."

"Compliment?"

"You are stunningly beautiful, and a great soldier, from what I can tell - and I am a very good judge of character. I feel certain that you are a bold, intelligent, fierce leader of elves, worthy of your people.

"My overall impression of you," the barbarian continued, "and I trust my instincts, which are screaming at me about you - is that you are a paragon of the elves."

Keira smiled, and blushed, and then laughed, a short chuckle.

"I am flattered, sir, thank you," she said, smiling beautifully, "and I aspire to be all that you've said about me. I'm truly touched."

"My pleasure," the big man said, with his most charming smile.

Jorgen had a crush, he realized. He'd planned to harmlessly flirt, but this elf was beautiful. And smart, and self-confident, and capable, and built like Selene. But even more athletic. Harder than Selene's lithe, fluid form.

It made sense, he mused, to collect sexy athletic elves in pairs.

"Oh for fuck's sake," the big man muttered to himself.

"Sir?"

"Nothing, captain,"

He was already blessed with three wonderful women, and an inorei. He was being greedy. Jorgen would chalk this one up to harmless flirting and move on.

"I was walking along and it occurred to me," he said, "that I haven't actually seen you, even once, so I thought I should.. see you. But being unseen was your job, and you've been doing it well, clearly. Thank you for watching over me."

Keira smiled again.

"Where are you off to, sir?"

"A book store. In the shopping district.. Would you escort me, ranger captain Keira?"

"Of course, sir," she smiled, then led the way onto the second level of Ruitan.

Deciding that this was a good opportunity, Jorgen asked, "Keira, have you had any side effects of the.. compulsion? I watched you, you know. Only you and Traya stayed clear-eyed. The determination in your eyes was compelling. As was your, I guess, loyalty, to me?"

She didn't react to the loyalty comment.

"Yes, sir. I .. have an intense need to be the very best. That's always with me. Ask Selene about that. We.. have many things in common. That drive most of all, I think."

The lovely elf continued, "Seeing everyone else lose their composure in the face of your, uhhm.. intensely compelling display, sir, it made it all the more important to me that I didn't lose mine, that I stay disciplined. Does that make sense?"

The ranger captain had stopped on a quiet path and turned to face the barbarian. They were standing about two feet apart when she looked up and caught his eyes. She was about five-foot-seven, Jorgen thought, so she was looking way up.

She didn't seem remotely intimidated.

Their proximity would normally concern him, but his sense for this elf was that she wouldn't fall to imprinting so easily. He was interested in her reaction at the tailor's. He wanted to talk about the 'king' thing. But without saying that word.

Jorgen started, once he felt that they had connected, with their two sets of intense blue eyes locked on to each other. Keira's were just a shade lighter than his own.

"I'm going to get to the heart of the matter, Keira. You seem like a girl who appreciates directness."

Keira nodded crisply, but her eyes were almost passionate. He somehow just knew there was a rivalry with Selene. There was no way the two women could be in each other's presence without competing. Her eyes told him as much; they were fierce, but at the same time, calm. He saw in them a deeper, cooler counterpoint to the princess's fiery gleam.

"Right. So, I'll just come out and ask. Do you feel compelled to serve me?"

The elven captain froze.

"How?," she breathed, "Who are you, Jorgen?"

"That's as good a question as any, I guess. I believe I can count on your discretion?"

Keira blinked away her surprise, and swiftly regained her composure. She stood straighter and looked Jorgen in the eye. Her impressive discipline had kicked in.

"Yes sir, of course you can," she said, all intensity.

"Good," Jorgen started, "Who I am.. I guess I am the champion of Aleisa, on a quest to save the elves. Before that I was a soldier, a warrior, a berserker. I hope I never have to be those things again. I am a man, a barbarian from the north, a human male, masculine and everything that means to elves. I try to be a good man. I'm the lover of Selene, who is my princess..

"I think those are all of the relevant answers to 'who' I am."

Keira was appraising Jorgen with an intense intelligence that he felt as much as saw. She was taking it in and making connections, reading the context, analyzing. But making no judgments.

The elven lust that he was so familiar with was not absent, but Keira was not someone who would be driven by such a silly thing. This elf was a paragon of discipline and virtue.

"I know what I am to your people. I think I know what my presence means for the elves. And I hope I know what I have to do, at least in general terms."

The big man continued, "I also hope that it will all be peaceful. But Aleisa wants to shake things up, and I don't doubt there will be danger. So when I see you, I see a powerful ally. And, if what Tisia told me is true, I may already have your allegiance."

"What say you to that," Jorgen rumbled, almost in challenge, "Ranger Captain Keira?"

"Yes," Keira said, without hesitation. She was blushing a little, but her eyes were clear and determined as she continued, "You have my sword, and I am at your command, Jorgen, sir."

The captain looked confidently into the barbarian's eyes. No hesitation.

"Just like that?"

"You have the right of it, through and through. Yes, I know why you're here. We were allies in this even before you showed yourself as king. It took all my willpower not to join those who fell in worship that day, sir."

"Please don't use the K word."

"Yes sir, I know you prefer that I don't. I will do my best. The word is attached to every thought of you, so I may sometimes slip."

"Every thought? That doesn't sound healthy."

"Try not to think of me as an elf, sir."

"I see," he said, holding back a sigh, "I appreciate your effort."

Keira nodded, then asked, "I take it the elder hasn't told you of the movement, sir?"

Jorgen thought back, "Our conversations so far have been contentious and brief, unfortunately. We have dinner planned this evening..

"I do remember her saying that there were people who agreed that things need to change. And I know that Tiana and Aleisa are working together," the barbarian continued, thinking aloud, "And that Tiana has the bearing of a leader, and a noble. She seems to be respected in excess of what I would expect for a simple village elder. So, I take it that she's a leader, or at least important to, this 'movement?'"

"Indeed," Keira said with a respectful nod, but her eyes twinkled in amusement, "You are intelligent for a barbarian, sir."

Jorgen grinned, "I know. I like that you realized it quickly. That makes our relationship easier."

"Yes, that's the movement, sir. Tiana is the brains and a... symbol, of sorts. She has support in Nathelas, including from the leadership of the rangers."

"I can't speak for the rest of Westhaven," she added, "but nine out of ten of the rangers of Selani Barony are with you, sir. And we can handle the tenth, if it comes to it"

"That's," he started. Then the barbarian remembered that this was his afterlife. That he should have faith and follow his fate and all that. So, he decided not to question how suspiciously perfect it all was. Instead, he made his proposal to the impressive elf.

"Keira, be my bodyguard, my companion, and my advisor."

No hesitation. The gleam in Keira's blue eyes was a true counterpoint to Selene's gray flash.

"As you say, sir," she said "I'll request that my second-in-command, senior ranger Iliea, be promoted to my duties as captain."

Just like that. Once again, Jorgen reminded himself that the afterlife was meant to be enjoyed and appreciated, untainted by skepticism.

"Excellent, captain Keira, I'm glad to have you. I'd like you to join us for dinner tonight at the guest house, at two hours past. Arrive ten minutes early."

"Yes, sir."

"Right then. To the magic bookstore, if you're still available to guide me?"

"Certainly, sir. Follow me."

"Tell me about you and Selene. The short version," Jorgen asked as they walked through the shopping district.

"Has she mentioned to you that she trained with the rangers?"

"No, that hasn't come up. She's told me she was good with a sword and bow, and that she trained."

"She exercised her privilege," the blonde ranger said, "and joined my class, down at Lenein. This was eight years ago."

"So she was sixteen. How old were you?"

"I was thirty-two at the time."

"Elves. I could have sworn you were the same age. Although she did tell me that she and Lyn were the only two in her cohort."

Keira smiled at the compliment.

"That's right. In any case, ranger training lasts two years. From the start, I was the best of the best in my class. That.. was important to me. Then Selene arrived, at the beginning of the third month, of my first year."

"I take it that was eventful?"

"You could say that. The sentiment at the time was that she was a spoiled noble and would just be an annoyance. If any of us had looked her in the eye and said that, we would have immediately seen the error of our ways. Not just because she throws a mean punch. The intensity there.."

"Yes, I know. I've never seen anything quite like it, but your own eyes come close. Different though. Steadfast to her fiery."

"Thank you, sir. You wanted the short version. She dominated. I was the only one who could keep up, but I rarely won. Whether it was a spar, a race, an infiltration, a hunt, it didn't matter."

"I have intense respect for Selene," Keira said, "and she's beautiful, passionate, honest, and a just a fundamentally good elf."

The proud ranger added, with only a short pause, "I would love to be her friend, but our rivalry was.. intense."

The pair had stopped outside an ordinary storefront. 'Ordinary,' for a magic elven tree village.

"Thanks Keira," the big man said, considering her tale, "I think I can envision it. I have to admit that I'm forcing myself to include clothes. What do rangers wear in training, anyway?"

Keira's laugh was really beautiful. So open. But then the corner of her mouth curled up just a bit, and the glint in her eyes became a little mischievous.

"It was hot outside in the summer, sir. We were very active, very sweaty young elves. Just dripping, really. Our tanned, toned, youthful skin always seemed to glisten in the hot sun. And then there was all the wrestling. Sweaty, panting, grunting little elves, writhing around on the ground.. In short, sir, we wore as little as possible."

Jorgen took a moment, avoiding the athletic blonde's sultry, teasing gaze, and willing his cock to settle.

Finally he nodded and turned towards the shop door, opening it. At the last moment he turned back to the smirking ranger captain, "See you at dinner."

The captain had assumed what Jorgen thought of as a ranger's rest posture. Somehow casual and formal at the same time. She managed to make it look good, even while smirking and otherwise looking pleased with herself.

"Looking forward to it, sir," Keira said.

The barbarian smiled once more at the beautiful elf, then entered the magical bookstore.

Chapter 26: Laela

Summary:

This chapter features dubious consent, in both directions. It's primarily a communication issue, both parties are fine with it.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Laela

"Hello?," Jorgen called out, entering the magic bookstore.

"Welcome! Welcome to my humble shop, Jorgen. May I help you?"

An older, and if Jorgen had to guess, he would say inorei, sat on a stool in front of a counter, towards the back of the shop. He reminded him of an older Eanil.

The shop had racks of books. That was it. Nothing looked obviously magical other than the ubiquitous lights. The barbarian was a little disappointed.

"I guess everybody knows my name at this point. Are you Easio?"

"Indeed, sir. At your service."

"Excellent, well met. I'm here on other business, but do you have a book you might recommend for a potential life mage? An introduction of some sort? I'm told I have all this life energy, and I need to practice my elvish.."

"Yes, sir, of course."

Easio jumped up, and Jorgen was struck by how the older elf's movements were quick and smooth. The little inorei moved towards a wall of books, and took a heavy volume off the shelf.

"It's called 'Introduction to Life Energy and Magic' by various authors," Easio said, handing the tome to the big barbarian.

"This most recent edition was edited, amended and addended by Selani's own Laela an Tarl."

Laela. Westhaven was a small world, Jorgen decided.

The book looked much smaller in the barbarian's huge hands. He studied the leather-bound tome. It had an attractive silver-white color, and of course Jorgen couldn't read it.

"Perfect. I'll take it. And since I'm here, do you have any books on elvish grammar, pronunciation and vocabulary? I'm a quick study."

"You have your work cut out for you, young human," Easio laughed.

The inorei took an even larger volume off a different shelf.

"'Elvish, for elflings, ages three to nine.' No author. This book has been in use for thousands of years. The original authors names are lost to time."

"This is perfect. Thank you, Easio. How much are these?"

"I can do both for five hundred daeri."

Jorgen thought about that. Based on his exchanges so far, that might be around fifty Areisian silvers.

"Do you have any means to exchange Areisian silvers?"

"Oh sure, I go to Nathelas thrice a year. How would thirty silvers be?"

"That works, thank you."

Coin exchanged hands, then Jorgen came to the reason for his visit.

"I need to find Laela. The editor of this tome," he hefted the first volume, "I presume."

The elf laughed.

"Indeed, she is probably the elf you seek. It's not a common name."

"Can you tell me how to find her, or get a message to her?"

"I would normally be hesitant to share information about my best customer. But, who am I," the inorei continued, amused for some reason, "to keep the great barbarian from seeking out the great sorceress?"

Chuckling at his mysterious joke, Easio headed to his counter and used a quill to draw a map.

"She's in this very tree, on the second level. Lovely little cottage," the inorei said, handing over the map.

"This, is perfect. Thank you, Easio. I'm sure we will meet again."

"Yes sir, I would say that is likely."

Jorgen thanked the elf, and headed for the door.

"Good luck!" Easio called after him. Jorgen thought he sounded a little too gleeful.

Jorgen headed toward Ruitan's spiral stairs. Once he reached the second level, he consulted his map and started towards the outer path, following Easio's directions.

He found it easily enough. He thought it looked a little nicer than some of the others, but was otherwise unextraordinary. The big man walked up to the front door, and knocked, as gently as he was able.

There was no response.

After a minute, he knocked again, with a little more force. The cottage didn't quite shake.

Suddenly the door was flung open, and a force yanked Jorgen inside. He landed with a thud, and felt chains bind him to the floor, spread-eagle, at the neck, shoulders, wrists, waist and feet. They were freezing cold.

"What the fuck!," he growled.

The muscular barbarian struggled against the shackles, but they didn't budge. His strength was.. gone. He was flat on his back and unable to get up.

A female elf stood above him, looking down with a hungry smile. Her face was familiar.

"I don't think you need to speak, do you?," she asked rhetorically, and then gestured. A frozen chain wrapped around his mouth, and tightened. If the barbarian opened his mouth, he knew the thing would just gag his mouth open. He kept it shut.

Why did he feel so weak?

"Jorgen, Jorgen, Jorgen.. I've been meaning to find you. And here you are! Jorgen the great, big, huge barbarian. Oh my. You really are, aren't you? Biggest hunk of human I've ever seen. Beautiful.

"And what is that in your shorts.. Oh."

She looked just like her daughter. There was no doubt, this was Lillie's mother. Her young, hot mother, who was insane, and staring, of course, at his big, obvious cock.

Then the insane elf gestured, and Jorgen's clothes were gone. Apparently that trick wasn't limited to goddesses.

"That's better," she purred, "So. Much. Better. But how is that even possible? It's.. soft? You must be eight or nine inches. Soft. Oh, goddess it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

Laela had been wearing one of the human-style dresses he saw occasionally in the village. It was a lovely dark blue. And then it was gone.

The naked barbarian hoped the crazy slut could make his things reappear when she had finished.. doing the thing that she was clearly going to do.

Jorgen would be far more upset if he wasn't already a whore, and if Laela wasn't built just like her daughter. It was uncanny. The same perky everything on the same tiny figure. Her hair was longer, but the same brown and gold.

"Oh goddess, barbarian, your cock is beautiful," she purred, and then she was speaking directly to Jorgen's cock, "You beautiful big cock, look at you, so thick, so meaty and huge, oh my, you're going to tear me apart. We need to get you hard, don't we?"

She dropped to her knees and crawled between Jorgen's huge legs. Looking tiny, and hungry, she leaned forward and began to paw at the barbarian's massive chest and rock-hard abs.

"All of these muscles!," the slutty elf exclaimed. Her knee brushed against the head of Jorgen's soft cock, and it grew a little less soft.

Then Laela's little hands were running up and down from his muscular thighs, across his hips, trailing up to his abs and back down again. But she had eyes only for the monster. Which was waking up.

All the sexy little spinner had to do was ask, Jorgen lamented. He would tell her so, if he could open his mouth.

"It's growing. Oh my. How is it so big when you're not even hard? Do you have a partial erection all the time?"

Her crazed elfin face was close to Jorgen's massive cock head, and she was talking to it as she slowly ran her fingertips along the length of his shaft, and his hips twitched.

"Oh goddess, it's even bigger. So thick. So big. Can it really get bigger? Will it break me in half? Will you split me in two? I can't wait to find out."

The unhinged elf continued, "You look nothing like the human men I've had. Some had huge cocks. I thought. You are twice the size even soft. This is a monster. Oh goddess, you are perfect."

Then Laela leaned down and kissed the tip of Jorgen's hardening cock. It flipped up to his abs.

"Goddess.."

Her soft lips found his head again, then she licked the tip, and made a satisfied sound, before licking and kissing her way down the shaft. The bound barbarian was undeniably erect at this point.

"So veiny. And thick. Oh my.

"And look, now you're hard. You were soft. Your cock is like a steel rod. Like a huge, thick, long, heavy, meaty steel rod.

"Goddess, are you sure you're not a giant? Are you a human? You look like a human, mostly, but I've never seen one so big."

She was talking to his cock again. He liked the sound of her voice, even tinged with madness. So much like a certain brat's.

"How much can you grow? How can you get so hard? It looks like you would explode if you got any harder."

The petite elf climbed onto Jorgen's muscular thighs. His massive cock throbbed before her. Then she pounced, both hands gripping his length and pulling him towards her tiny torso. His erection strained against the little elf's grasp almost painfully.

Laela started rubbing his throbbing shaft back and forth over her stomach, gripping with two tiny hands and struggling for control as his rigid length fought her attentions. Jorgen found himself appreciating her tiny tits as she writhed and wrestled with his cock. Those adorable pink nipples. So familiar. He was leaking precum.

"So thick. And so heavy. I bet you will hurt. It looks like you will hurt. Are you going to hurt me?"

The insane elf was still talking to the barbarian's cock, stroking it, as she leaned forward and rubbed her little body against his.

"Goddess, how will you ever fit inside me? How can anything so big and thick and long and heavy and veiny and hot and oh goddess.. so beautiful even exist? Why did I never find a human cock like you before?"

There wasn't much left to do but enjoy it, Jorgen decided.

Laela slid onto his hips on her knees, tiny legs and all weighing down on him, it was nothing. She rubbed her pussy along his length, and his massively erect cock pulsed.

She was still gripping him, her little hands wrapped around his girth. It was much thicker than her tiny forearms.

"Can I fuck you now?," she asked, obviously not caring about Jorgen's opinion on the matter.

"Sure," he thought, giving her permission anyway, "Can't rape the willing."

She lifted up, and slid her tiny body forward, trying to line his head up. His massive cock pulsed.

Laela gasped and moaned as she slowly guided its tip inside her. She was soaked. He could feel her silky lips stretching around his brutally flared head, which was barely inside her.

"It's too thick," the little elf whined, "You're so big. I can't.. Maybe it will fit, but I can't get it in."

She pushed down. Her pussy was wet, and warm, and he could feel her juices gushing down his length. He felt her entrance clench and release as she struggled to stretch herself over the thickly ridged head of Jorgen's massive barbarian cock.

"No, I can't, not yet. I need it. Goddess, why aren't you inside me?"

She certainly wasn't giving up, though. Her petite body was shaking and shivering. Her plump little tits with their engorged pink nipples looked delicious.

Jorgen was starting to lose his own composure. He wanted the insane elf's pussy wrapped around his girth as much as she did.

"Maybe," she grunted with exertion, "if I go slowly."

His swollen, fleshy crown was slick with her arousal, and his copious precum. She would push down, slide off, whine, then try again. It was pleasurable, but far from enough.

Then Jorgen noticed it. His strength was returning.

Five minutes later, Lillie's human-crazy mother need a break.

She was sitting on his hips with his massive cock between her thighs. Her petite, youthful body was slick with sweat, and her hair was messy and tangled. The hot mess of an elf was panting, and the room was getting noticeably warmer.

Jorgen tried to remember the name for her condition. Tenarei. It was obvious that this elf had long ago been ruined by human cock. So Jorgen decided he might as well give the little slut what she needed.

Icy chains shattered and a mighty roar filled the room as the giant, lusty barbarian tore his arms free. A moment later, he had the crazy, slutty little sorceress gripped between his huge hands. Her slender arms were pinned to her sides.

"What? How are you..."

Jorgen held her in his steel grip as he strained his powerful neck. Finally the chain over his mouth shattered. Laela stared in shock.

"Is this what you wanted, slutty elf?," he growled. His deep voice was gravelly with lust. But before she could reply, the slightly-vindictive-and-very-aroused barbarian shifted his grip to the sorceress's tiny hips. Her little hands instinctively gripped his thick wrists. Jorgen lifted her weight easily.

Then the massive human violently slammed Lille's mother down on his steel-hard, girthy cock, and he thrust up hard into her tiny body. His fat, flared, swollen head went deep. Jorgen didn't care for her comfort. The rapey little elf was going to take him.

She screamed. Her body was impaled more than halfway down Jorgen's eleven inch shaft, and her own tight channel was supporting half of her weight. He felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance to her womb. The first kiss of a soft elven cervix.

"Goddess," Laela whimpered, "don't.. stop.. no.. oh goddess.. slow.."

"Not happening," the barbarian snarled. His blue eyes gleamed wickedly.

"We've got about five inches to go you crazy slutty elf," he growled, "Your daughter took it, so can you."

His tone softened a bit, "Try to relax and contemplate the wisdom of raping men multiple times your tiny slutty size."

"When you're not too busy coming," he added.

"Lillie-"

Jorgen slammed her tiny body down.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Laela gushed as she came, soaking Jorgen's soft curls. He liked to think that he would stop if she wasn't enjoying this. Attempted rape or not. But, she was definitely enjoying it.

He let the beautiful insane elf adjust for a moment. He was about seven inches in, he estimated. He wanted to chase her soft elven cervix, but he wouldn't force it.

Laela was moaning and gripping her tiny nipples. Her head lolled back on her shoulders. She wasn't fighting him, so he moved his right hand to massage her little bubble butt. The elf just moaned louder and ground her hips in the air, rolling his cock in her tight channel.

Jorgen moved his left hand then, letting her light, petite body rest on his steel-hard cock, minimally supported by the giant hand gripping her tiny, perky ass. He found her clit, and even that felt just like Lillie's. His huge thumb ground down on her tiny bud, and she came again, shaking and quivering on him, little ass flexing in his hand as she thrust her slender hips.

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh"

"You like that, don't you, little slut?"

Laela just moaned softly, and Jorgen let her rest. He noticed her body moving with his heartbeat, then looked down at his outline in her belly. His massive length was clearly visible in her flat, nubile belly. He wondered for a moment how old she was. Her soft, flawless skin had a youthful resiliency.

Lillie's mother finally opened her green eyes. They were hazy and dreamy, but she was coherent enough.

"Mmm I love it," she purred, "Goddess I missed this. Take me. Fuck me, giant human.. and tell me about little Lillie."

Jorgen happily complied. Gripping her bouncy little ass, he began thrusting his massive steely rod up into the elf. The barbarian felt her little hands gripping his wrists and her tiny feet on his thighs. He used his powerful, muscular arms to lift Laela up and down on his cock. Nine inches. She exploded on him again, screaming in pleasure, but he didn't stop.

"We met," he started, growling loud enough to be heard over the elven sorceress's crying and moaning,

Jorgen thrusted again, then gripping her hips, he rolled Laela's little body a bit, to and fro. He felt her suckling cervix sliding around his sensitive head, licking and kissing it like silky soft, wet, elven lips.

"In," he continued, telling the orgasmic elf about her daughter as he brutally fucked her.

Thrust.

"Warm Springs."

Thrust, thrust.

"She needed."

Thrust.

"Her."

Thrust, thrust, thrust. Laela was convulsing now. She just kept coming, and coming. And screaming. The barbarian was sure the rangers had been called by now.

"MOTHER," he roared.

THRUST.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!," she screamed. The ear-splitting sound was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

And Jorgen's cock had finally hilted in Laela's tiny body. The head of his cock melded with the entrance to her elven womb. Her belly distended with his massive size.

Then he rolled, busting the icy chains on his ankles effortlessly. Jorgen folded the five-foot, ninety pound elf under him, and finally caught his assailant's pleading green eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?," he asked, his deep voice husky with barely-restrained lust.

"Goddess no, please," Laela begged, "Fuck my little cunt. Goddess I need it."

Jorgen was dizzy with the surreal experience. But he fucked Lille's gorgeous, screaming little mother into the polished wood floor anyway. It felt like an hour later when his balls started to churn.

The sorceress was a babbling mess. Her body was dripping sweat, and the floor was a puddle. If the situation were different, Jorgen would have taken a break to hydrate the little thing. But, fuck her, he was still mad.

"Please!," she begged, "Give it to me!"

He was past the point of no return, and Laela knew it. She pulled her legs up against his sides, and arched her hips, lifting her little ass off the floor. She wanted his head at the entrance to her womb.

Not that it was necessary. The massive human roared, and dumped what felt like gallons of burning hot seed, load after load into the little elf.

"RRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Laela screamed her own final release, but it was drowned out by the barbarian's tree-shaking roar.

To the delirious elf, it felt like an hour of his massive cock twitching, throbbing, and pulsing, distending her tiny womb with every geyser of come. With his every pulse, creamy, pressurized fluid spurted out from the joining of barbarian and elf.

Then, finally, at long last, the big man rolled off of the tiny folded elf and collapsed. Spent.

"Thank you, human."

"Whatever," Jorgen growled, "you insane, slutty fucking elf."

"Don't say that," Laela purred, "to the mother of your child."

Fuck!

"Aleisa!"

Nothing.

"Dear, sweet, sexy goddess Aleisa," he tried, "I pray to thee!"

"I sacrifice this pubic hair to your holy greatness!"

Nothing. How in the fuck was he going to deal with this? The child would be Jorgen's pregnant girlfriend's sibling. He had hoped Aleisa could do something.. She was probably laughing at him right now.

He knew that he wasn't going to convince Lillie's crazy mother to do anything to stop the pregnancy. He was going to be a father. Again. To Lillie's sister. With her mother. Mommy and daddy.

The elven mother in question was sitting on a block of ice near her little fireplace, staring into the flames dopily, cradling her flat stomach like it was already gravid with the barbarian's child.

"Any chance that my clothes are here somewhere? Laela?"

"Hmm? Oh."

She gestured and then Jorgen's clothes and pouch and books were all laid out on Laela's sofa.

"How do you do that?"

"Spatial magic and perfect visualization," the sorceress grinned proudly.

Jorgen nodded as if he understood, and said "thank you, I guess."

"Of course, handsome," she purred.

Turning to the reason for his visit, the big man said, "Lillie might be in trouble. I came here to ask you to come with me, to find her."

"Little Lillie?"

"Yes, Little Lillie. We need to go to Coldwater."

"Why," she asked, suddenly looking focused, "do you think she's in trouble?"

The elven sorceress seemed almost sane. Jorgen couldn't help but wonder if she had just needed a fix, like an alcoholic.

"Well," he replied, "she.. imprinted on me."

"Oh. Well that makes two of us."

"WHAT?," Jorgen boomed, "You're tenarei!"

"No, now I'm imprinted. Are you truly surprised after the divine fucking you just gave me?"

"Yes for fucks sake I'm fucking surprised you crazy slutty elf!"

"Well, surprise."

"GAH!"

"..."

"Fine," Jorgen sighed, "I can feel her sometimes. I knew when she was lonely. Then yesterday, I felt like she was terrified. I haven't felt anything since. I was planning to ask Tiana tonight if she had any resources that could help, a way to get to Coldwater. My boat sunk."

"Unless you have any ideas," he prompted.

Laela nodded, "Maybe. Do you happen to know whether she still has my totem?"

"A little elven valkyrie?"

"A nikei, yes."

"She does," Jorgen confirmed.

"Good, get dressed. You found the right sorceress."

Chapter 27: Several Things Happen

Summary:

Short chapter. The next one will make up for it. M/Sissy scene at end. I wasn't sure I was going to go there. Let me know what you think.

Reminder that there are Arelyn nudes on my https//NonSequiter

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Several Things Happen

"Portal?," Jorgen asked Laela.

"Yes, I can open a portal for a few minutes to anywhere on Athea. I learned the spell when I was an elfling. It's much easier than crossing the mountains-"

"You could have gone to see your daughter any time!"

"I do see her all the time, barbarian!"

"What?," he growled, "Why don't you let her see you? She needed her parents for fuck's sake. She's been living like a vagrant orphan, playing music in seedy taverns and who knows what else. She's good with a dagger, if that says anything. You let a traveling merchant, and probably a whore, raise your daughter, Laela. Explain that to me."

"I.. Elves don't do well in Areis, you must know that."

"It sounds like you do just fine there, pretty often. How many kids do you have? And how old are you?"

"Thirty-nine. And, just the one child. Her father was my.. first. I was imprinted and it felt wonderful and I conceived."

"You were an elfling when you had her? Why were you in Areis in the first place?"

"I'm an innate tenarei," Laela explained, "My genetic memories have always been stronger than other elves."

The naked elf shifted on her ice block. Getting maximum vaginal contact, Jorgen assumed.

"I just had to feel it, for real," she added.

"So, what, you learned the perfect spell for extra-slutty young elves, then portaled to man-cock elysium on your eighteenth birthday?"

The little sorceress just stared at the barbarian.

"So, that's a yes."

Jorgen sighed. This was ridiculous.

"Get dressed. We have a dinner party to go to. We leave afterwards."

"Bu-"

"Obey!" he boomed.

Laela froze. Jorgen had seen the reaction before, outside the tailor. This time he compelled her on purpose, though he was not quite sure how. He had pushed.. something, into his voice.

He thought he could fix her.

"You will do as I say, from here on out. Do you understand, sorceress?"

"Yes.. I understand, Master."

"Good girl."

Laela whimpered.

Jorgen and Laela were on their way to the guest house. He hadn't paid any mind to his new, indecent shorts earlier. Now, he noticed, not a single elf took their eyes off of his massive bulge.

"Do you have a problem with them staring at your cock, barbarian?," Laela asked, observantly. Was he that obvious?

"It's slightly uncomfortable. Especially now that I've learned that elves aren't above a little rapey fun."

She had no response to that. Good.

"Just as many of them are checking out your huge, powerful, masculine legs-"

"Drooling isn't a good look on you, sorceress."

"..In addition to that gorgeous, juicy, thick bulge hanging down the inside of your thigh"

"Silence, elf."

"Yes, master"

That wasn't silence.

Lys greeted Jorgen and Laela in the foyer, and guided them into the house. The sun was just setting. There was no way he was babysitting the sorceress until dinner. He wanted a bath.

"Lys, see to Laela's needs, she'll be joining us for dinner."

"Yes master. Mistress Laela, please follow me. I'll show you to the library, and I can serve some tea if you'd like."

The sorceress looked conflicted. It was probably the books.

"Where are you going, master?"

"Laela, let's drop the master bit. You can do as you're told without being obsequious."

"Yes, mas- Understood. Where are you going?"

"Bath. I have had a long afternoon. See you at dinner."

"I would be happy to help," she purred.

Seeing Lillie's mischievous smile on this crazy elf's face was disconcerting. Jorgen turned and left. Lys had stiffened at the suggestion that another elf might bathe him, so it was just as well.

The barbarian stripped and threw his new shorts in the fireplace, then settled in for a bath, and dozed off.

"Jorgen! Laela is here!," Selene said, bursting in.

"Hmm?," he rumbled, "Oh hello princess. It's good to hear your voice."

"Laela! Here!"

"Can you not say that name again for a little while, please?"

Then a gorgeous leg appeared; long, lithe and perfect. The next moment, a beautiful, athletic elf was in the barbarian's lap. She draped her elegant arms around his thick neck.

"I suppose there's a story there," she said.

"Sure. Your celebrity sorceress is a massive slut."

"Oh," she teased, "Let me guess, she tried to get some of this beast?"

Her wiggling butt felt wonderful.

"..like every other elf in town?"

"More forcefully, but, yes."

"Forcefully? What do you mean?"

Selene looked concerned now. Her gray eyes flashed as she studied the big man's handsome face.

"She's a powerful tenarei sorceress, what do you think I mean, princess?"

"Tenarei? No. Laela? Oh.. Did she.."

"She tried, but I turned the tables at the end."

"Oh, you stopped her. That's good, right?"

Jorgen sighed and kissed his favorite elf on her pointed ear. The silvery beauty giggled cutely and wiggled in his lap. He loved both of those things, and he didn't want to say what he had to say next.

"Well, no. I finished the job."

Selene processed that for a moment.

"You raped Laela the sorceress! Jorgen! Bad barbarian!"

Then the elf bopped his nose.

Jorgen chuckled at that, "I mean, she started it. And you know me, she enjoyed her rape even more than I did."

"Alright, yeah, when you put it like that it's not so bad. Ear for an ear and all that. I would've liked to see it to be honest," she added, grinding down on Jorgen's cock, "but I can't believe Laela is tenarei!"

"Was."

"What?"

The sweet concern in Selene's expressive gray eyes was killing him.

"She.. imprinted."

"WHAT? NO!"

"Jorgen!," she continued excitedly, "You collected a sorceress! That's amazing!"

"And pregnant."

"OH MY GODDESS A BABY TOO?"

Fucking elves.

"Master, Selene?"

"In here Arelyn," Selene called out.

Jorgen heard the pitter of little inorei feet. He felt bad, he hadn't spoken to Lyn since yesterday.

"How are you, little Lyn? Hop in."

Her giggle was almost as adorable as her wife's.

"Yes, master."

And that's how Jorgen ended up with a beautiful elven couple perched on his massive thighs, where they touched and caressed every inch of his muscular frame. The barbarian, of course, reciprocated, for a time.

"Alright, horny elves," he rumbled, "It can't be more than an hour until dinner.. Lyn, come up here."

"Yes mas-eeep!"

Jorgen managed to cradle the pretty little inorei, with one massive hand under her soft little butt. He lifted her nubile belly to his eye level. As Lyn gripped the top of the barbarian's golden mane, Jorgen's index finger slipped into her tight, already-lubricated ass.

The elf's pretty little penis was instantly erect.

Fuck it, Jorgen decided. He had promised himself to be open minded, and to take care of this little elf. So he slurped her cute little thing into his mouth and thought of Astra's clit.

Lyn moaned as Jorgen's lips sealed around the root of her smooth, tiny, pink dick and he began suckling like a babe. Jorgen took all two inches to the hilt.

Then the barbarian thought of Tisia's huge clit, even bigger than Astra's, and gave Lyn's little penis the same treatment. At the same time, Jorgen's thick finger curled in her clenching ass.

"Goddess! Fuck me harder Master!"

So he did. He swirled that little dicklet around in his mouth like he was a wine taster. The little elf was latched on to his master's face, humping back on the finger in his ass. That it was moving his penis seemed incidental.

But Jorgen was enjoying the pathetic little thing dancing around as he kept the elf locked to his lips. He lifted her up and down, changing the angle of her twitching shaft. The sensation was.. fun, playful. Like kissing, sort of.

Lyn's body spasmed as a huge orgasm crashed through her.

Huge. Four drops of cum. Vanilla. Adorable.

Selene was moaning as Jorgen set Lyn down. They locked eyes for a moment. Molten steel smoldered and gleamed.

"Lyn, go eat out your wife while I wash my hair."

"Yes, master," she pouted. Obviously not her favorite thing.

Selene didn't hesitate to hop her perfect ass up on the rim of the tub, with one foot on the rim and the other in the tub, spreading herself wide. Strength, flexibility, balance, and confidence. Jorgen loved everything about his tomboy princess.

"Don't forget to use your little fingers on my clit. And keep them out of my as- Yeah alright, keep that up. No, here, I'll show you, again.."

With chemistry like that.. Jorgen really needed to save the elves from this inorei husband thing. It was truly humiliating, and not in a fun way.

Then the barbarian tuned them out. He was not looking forward to dinner

Chapter 28: The Dinner

Summary:

A little public humiliation

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Dinner

The tights were as bad as the barbarian had feared. The dark color helped, but not much. Every vein, and the exact shape of his fleshy head, where silhouetted in obscene detail. It hung almost halfway down his huge right thigh.

Meanwhile, the shirt was nice. It was a pretty similar laced-collar design to his old travelling shirt. It was short-sleeved, hung to his hip, and accentuated his muscles nicely, without being obscene. If only that applied to his lower half. Oh well. Slutty elves see his cock and get sluttier? What else was new.

Jorgen, Selene and Lyn walked together down the spiral stairs, and Lys was waiting at the bottom.

"Master, your guest has arrived."

"Ah, thank you Ly-"

"Keira!? What are you doing here?," shouted Selene.

"And here we go," Jorgen thought. The trio walked to the front foyer where Keira stood, looking handsome in what appeared to be a formal, linen variation on the ranger leathers. She looked like an imperial officer, but attractive.

"Hello, Selene, it's good to see yo-

"Sir," Keira asked, blushing, "what are you wearing?"

"Eyes up, ranger."

"Yes sir, sorry sir!"

"Oh stop. I'm taking you to the tailor next time. Maybe you can get Tisia to make me something that isn't indecent."

"Very prudent, sir."

The bratty princess couldn't hold it in any longer. She had latched jealously onto the big man's arm, and he could feel her trembling in rage.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE AND WHY ARE YOU CALLING MY BARBARIAN SIR?," she screamed.

The barbarian raised a hand to Keira before she could reply. Then he infused a little command into his next word.

"STOP."

Selene froze, and Jorgen grabbed her by a twitching ear. He found a chair near the front door and dragged his whining elf with him. The rest of the dinner party followed, not wanting to miss the action.

The chair creaked but held as the big barbarian sat down. He dragged his whimpering elf onto his lap, face down, ass up.

Her dress was a thin white silky material. She looked great in it. But the barbarian wanted bare skin, so he hiked it up right to her waist.

No underwear. And her backside was pointing right at their guests.

If only the barbarian had a humiliation fetish. Oh, wait, he did.

"Jorgen whhhyyyy?," Selene whined.

The big man held her down by pressing firmly against her leanly-muscled back, pinning her to his left thigh with a massive hand.

He noted that the bratty princess didn't struggle, much. He knew she was strong enough to make him work for it. But it would have been futile and they both knew it.

He gently pet Selene's perfect ass in circular patterns with his right hand, shifting from cheek to cheek. He listened as bratty princess's whines became slutty elf's soft, deep moans. He remembered the silvery beauty scoffing at the idea that she liked being humiliated. Jorgen knew better. The little exhibitionist was getting off on public humiliation.

Every eye in the foyer was fixed on elder Tiana's daughter's backside. She was the pride of Selani, and they stared at her rapidly moistening folds in rapt attention.

Jorgen rumbled, almost a growl, "Why don't you tell me why you deserve punishment, princess?"

Before she could answer, a light blow landed on her right cheek.

"MMMNngghhh whyyy??"

Smack. Left cheek.

"Mmm!"

"I'm waiting."

Jorgen surveyed his elven audience. Lyn, Lys, Keira, Laela, and Tiana now stood in a half circle, about five feet from Jorgen's chair. He was savoring each of their reactions as Selene moaned.

She didn't seem to be answering his question.

Thwap.

"MMMMMMMMM"

Poor Lyn had her fingers over her face, peeking through them. Jorgen wished she didn't have to see this, but humiliating Selene in front of her was worth it.

Lys stood just behind and to the right of Lyn, in what she probably thought was a subservient position. She was standing at some sort of attention posture. It was very maid-like. On the surface she was the picture of detached professionalism. But the barbarian could see it. She was jealous of her sister. And also the other thing she had going on with her sister.

Keira. This was the interesting one. She was aroused. Shifting from shiny boot to shiny boot. But she was the only elf in the room that showed any signs of sympathy for Selene. She was standing at what Jorgen called her rangers rest. Her right hand was clenched. Her normally passionate, determined eyes were looking a little softer, caring.

Laela was masturbating. Horny fingers massaging her mound right through the silky material of her blue dress.

"Laela. Look at Keira. Match her posture. Absorb her discipline, slutty elf."

"Mas-"

"Do it."

"Yes, master."

"Master," Selene whined.

Thwap!

"AhhhAhhhh!"

Laela had done as she was told, so Jorgen studied Tiana.

He had expected a complicated expression. Conflicted feelings. He probably should have assumed she would support her daughter.

He would have been wrong. Tiana's expression was pure wickedness. All that protestation about her precious daughter being imprinted, humiliated. The anger. Either she had written her daughter off, or she had always wanted to spank her.

Jorgen decided he would try to learn more. He didn't want Selene to end up having a bad relationship with her mother.

Thwap!

Selene came. The barbarian probably should have been paying attention to the slutty elf's escalating moans. She was getting off on the humiliation and exhibitionism. He would have known that if they could have locked eyes. She came hard.

"YAAHNNNNNNNGGGGGG MMMASTERRRRR NOOOOOOO MMMMMMMNNNNNGGGHHH"

She convulsed and he almost lost his grip. Her single squirt had almost reached the audience's feet. The polished wood floor was visibly wet for a good three feet.

Unwisely, Jorgen decided he could do better. Forgetting the punishment for now, he slammed two thick fingers into the slutty elf's sloppy little pussy.

"AYYYYYOOOOOO"

She was squirming and writhing, and pushing her ass back, swallowing his long, thick digits and grinding on his hand. The barbarian began pistoning his massive arms, slamming into his lithe, slutty elf's naughty little core. He curled and uncurled his fingers so that they massaged the flesh behind her clit and she screamed and screamed, then he yanked out his fingers, scraping her sensitive spot along the way.

That did it. The proud, beautiful princess squirted at her guests, spraying her arousal across the floor of the fancy foyer.

Keira gracefully jumped back. Clean miss. Well done, ranger.

Lys was just slightly out of range. Jorgen knew she would be disappointed.

Lyn had been standing with wide eyes, unmoving for a while now. The addition of Selene juice didn't seem to have much effect. Jorgen didn't know what he'd been expecting from her.

Laela was absently sliding the wet toe of her sandal through the mess, She wasn't masturbating, so that was something.

Tiana, ignoring her feet that were drenched with her daughter's juices, had an icy glimmer in her intense blue eyes. Even more intense than usual. She had never looked more like her daughter. Northern blizzard instead of molten steel. It was, chilling. And hungry.

Jorgen cleared his throat, all eyes on his.

"Princess," he started. He kept eye contact with his guests. He noticed that Keira had moved back into the semi-circle. She looked amused. Jorgen thought her sympathy probably dissolved when Selene started coming.

"Yes, Jorgen?"

"Do you need more, or would you like to tell me why you're enjoying this particular punishment."

"Because I came really hard?"

"More than once yes, but no, princess, why were you being punished?"

"Because I yelled?"

"Because you were rude to my guests."

"I'm sorry."

"You can tell Keira, when we're done.

"Keira, how many spanks would you recommend in this situation?"

The lovely captain grinned at this new game.

"If she were a ranger, at least ten. But, she may have gone soft. Training was years ago. I wouldn't want you to hurt her."

"I can still kick your ass Keira!"

THWAP!

"myaaaunnnnnooo ooohhh," she whined, then moaned.

"Ten. Plus that one. Sir."

"Selene, you'll count, and thank Keira each time, for not increasing her suggested punishment after your outburst."

"Understand?"

THWAP!

"Yesssssss! Noooo! Unngguuhh!," she hissed, then moaned, and then grunted with another small orgasm.

But her gorgeous ass wiggled for more. This had not been a good plan, Jorgen realized.

"Sorry folks," he said, and his deep voice was a little gravelly, "the show is over."

"Whhyyy?," whined Selene.

"That's why," he growled, "You are enjoying this too way too much. It looks like spankings are rewards. We'll have to figure out a punishment. Right now your punishment is no spankings."

So Jorgen lifted the lithe, unhappy elf and deposited her on the ground. She stood there and stared at Keira, and Keira smiled gently at the hot mess of a silver-haired princess. Then they merged.

Keira held Selene's head to her shoulder and Selene bawled. Keira stroked her back and kissed her cheek. A tender moment between the two old rivals. Who happened to be two gorgeous elves. It was one of the most beautiful things Jorgen ever seen.

Not only because Selene's little dress was still hiked around her waist, exposing her long, athletic legs. From strappy little sandals to strong, lean thighs, to utterly perfect ass.

Then Keira patted that ass fondly, and Jorgen was rock hard. In his tights.

It was Keira who noticed his cock. She was looking at the barbarian over Selene's sobbing shoulder when she froze. Her hand had been gently doing circles on Selene's red ass, but it stopped mid-orbit. She unconsciously squeezed and Selene moaned.

Jorgen followed the captain's gaze. His tights were incredibly elastic, and the tent was obscene.

"Right," he thought. How was he surprised?

The giant, golden, erect barbarian, in skimpy effeminate tights, stood. He towered over his guests and his massive, rock-hard cock was pointing right at them. Remaining seated hid nothing and he would rather face it head on.

"Everyone. I think we'll have to write this off as another failure. Apologies, Tiana. Keira, thank you for coming. Good night."

Jorgen turned and walked towards the stairs before anyone could respond.

His cock, covered in a layer of slinky black and iridescent blue, forged a path through the speechless audience. His huge, flared ridge was perfectly outlined. Everything.

His manhood always impressed. His manhood in winter colors was a different thing entirely.

Jorgen the barbarian learned that evening that even he could still feel a little humiliation. He wasn't particularly a fan of the sensation.

Keira shoved Selene into the big man's arms as he passed, and he hoisted his whimpering princes without stopping. He remembered to be gentle with her ass, still warm from the spanking.

Around the third step, Jorgen remembered. Lillie!

"Laela," he ordered, "join us upstairs."

"Yes master."

"Sir, what's happening?," asked Keira, sensing something.

"Follow if you want details, captain. I'm feeling rather exposed."

"Yes sir."

Tiana watched with an inscrutable expression as the huge, erect barbarian carried her daughter up the stairs. Laela, Keira and Lys followed.

Arelyn, who stayed behind, interrupted Tiana's thoughts. "Shall we eat, Elder?"

The aristocratic elf schooled her expression and regained her poise, "Why yes, let's."

Tiana and Lyn walked towards the dining room, chatting about the weather.

Chapter 29: Aftermath

Summary:

Second of two short chapters, sorry. I should probably combine them. Next one is long.

Chapter Text

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Aftermath

"Keira, Layla, make yourselves comfortable. I believe Lys keeps some wine, water and glasses on the buffet, there."

"Yes sir"

"Yes master"

"Let's everyone please drop the formalities. Let's just get Lillie."

"Lys," Jorgen said, "could you please find whatever you salvaged of my travelling clothes, and one of Selene's practical outfits, and meet us in the bathroom?"

"Yes master."

"You alright, princess?," asked the barbarian, as he set Selene to her feet and pulled off her dress when he stood.

"Yes, master. I really liked the spanking. Until you stopped. But I wonder if that makes me a little weird or a lot weird. I mean setting aside that you tore orgasms out of me in front of my mother. And Laela. And KEIRA."

"You squirted on them too. Keira dodged. She's got moves."

"I did? Goddess that has me dripping all over again. I am so fucked up. And fuck Keira."

"Are you telling me you haven't?"

"I haven't! I don't know if she's even into girls. We have these tender moments when one of us would win and we'd try to be gracious and all that. Eventually it was so routine that we forgot we were just acting like good sports. And then it was sweet. We supported each other and hated each other.. But I totally would. Her hand on my ass was turning me on something fierce. And these tights feel amazing over your cock."

The barbarian squeezed his princess's ass as she jerked his throbbing tights-covered cock.

"Yeah, me too, "he rumbled, "But I need to keep it professional with her."

Selene sounded a little insecure when she asked, "What is Keira to you, Jorgen?"

"My bodyguard, my agent, my adviser, my ally. And yours."

"All of that?"

"Yes, I think so. But we can talk about Keira later."

"Come on," Jorgen said, reluctantly releasing Selene's absolutely perfect, bubbly, toned ass, complete with large red handprints, "Let's go get Lillie."

"Mmm," Selene whined, and gave him one last good squeeze.

"Oh, Lys," she said, just noticing her sister's presence, "you're so quiet."

"Sorry, mistress."

"It's best to always assume she's there."

"Big sister, I brought you your hunting outfit, your belt, and your favorite boots. "I've also strung your bow with the silk line I found in master's closet. He forgot to wrap it. "I also found a quiver that will complement the bow, in your room upstairs in the elder's residence, and checked the arrows."

"Finally," she reported, "your sword and your pack are in the foyer. I've packed three days of underthings, and the usual blanket, ropes, and odds and ends."

"You're the best, Lys. Thanks," Selene said, petting the elfling's head.

Lys blushed, and enjoyed her sister's nudity for a little longer.

"Lys?"

"I'm sorry master, I was distracted."

"She has that effect."

"Yes, master, she does."

So, the two silently agreed to watch Selene dress. Five minutes later, Lys attended to Jorgen's outfit.

"I'll go check on our guests," Selene said, tearing her eyes away from Jorgen's still erect cock. The situation and the stimulation from slinky, almost liquid tights was not helping. And they had a warming enchantment. It was almost like a pussy, and he slid through its channel every time he moved.

Snapping out of it, he spoke to Selene as she turned to leave, his voice deep and commanding.

"You will not bicker with Keira while she's on duty. She will get the same warning. Understand?"

"Yes, master, and thank you. I'm actually.. kind of glad to see her."

The barbarian nodded, and started to undress, struggling to pull the tights over his rigid length, with them getting caught on its large flared head.

"I've got it master. I've been meditating on your cock. I'm doing mindfulness exercises as we speak. I think it has helped a little," said Lys.

The skinny elfling maid kneeled in front of Jorgen and managed not to stroke his cock, too much, as she fished it out of the tight, stretchy material. She was definitely inhaling his musk. But it was progress.

Finally swinging free of the evil fabric was an enormous relief for the barbarian. The comical effect of his hard, heavy cock smacking Lys's sniffing nose on the upswing was just fun.

"Burn them," he growled.

"Yes master. And here you go, master. I did some sewing, so those are your best shirt and trousers. They look pretty good, if I may say so.

"Clean undershorts," she continued,

"Belts and boots, shined,

"Knife, sharpened,

"And your pack is in the foyer, also I put your second trousers and the torn shirt, which I sewed as best as I could, and three undershorts, along with the items you keep in there.

"Your coin pouch is on your bedside table, I wasn't sure if you wanted to take it."

"Go ahead and pack it."

"Yes master."

"Thanks little one. Well done. I'm not going to say.. the other thing tonight."

"I understand. Thank you master."

"I plan to hit the tailor in Coldwater. Maybe they can throw a few shirts and trousers together in a day or two."

"Do you think you'll be gone that long, master?"

"We may find Lillie in moments, we may have to search, I'm not sure. Either way, expect us tomorrow at the earliest."

"Yes, master."

Jorgen let the little maid dress him. Her delicate, gentle caresses had kept him from going soft, but he had room in his trousers.

A few minutes later, Lys followed her master out to the sitting room, where they found a surprisingly normal scene.

"..and she has the sweetest little singing voice.."

Selene and Keira were leaning forward, listening to Laela's tales of Lillie. She was describing scenes she'd witnessed from afar, when she went to watch her daughter over the years.

"Ladies," he interrupted, "Or elves?"

"We use 'lady' about the same as humans do," said Keira, helpfully.

Jorgen nodded his thanks.

"Keira, are you up to speed on the situation with Laela's daughter?"

"Lillie, yes sir."

"Do you want to join us?"

"You needn't have asked, sir," said the extremely competent blonde elf with great fashion sense.

"Alright ladies, shall we go find an adorable half-elf?"

"I have a ready kit," Keira said, "I'll run and grab it, where should I meet you?"

Jorgen realized that was a good question. He had no idea what was involved in portaling.

Laela responded, "At my cottage, on Ruitan, I think you're three doors down."

"The blue one?"

"That's the one."

"Lovely flowers. I'll meet you there."

Jorgen admired Keira's consistent poise and grace. He thought she would be a very good influence on the princess. She was more level-headed, more pragmatic. Part of that was the age difference, he was sure.

Speaking of. Selene looked a little dazed. And maybe, afraid?

"How are you princess? I wish we had some quiet time to discuss this evening. I made some mistakes down there and I'll try to make it up to you when we get some time alone, alright?"

Studying her body language he asked gently, "Would you.. like to sit this one out?"

"I think," she said, sounding almost meek, "maybe not? Not because of earlier but.."

She looked at Keira then. Embarrassed, maybe?

"What is it, Selene?," Jorgen asked, his voice as gentle as possible.

"I'm.. not mentally prepared to leave Westhaven."

The gorgeous elf's face twisted with emotion, her proud chin quivered, "I'm sorry!," she sobbed, "I know getting Lillie back is important. But I'm scared."

She took a deep breath and let it out, then sagged a little as she mumbled, "I don't want to slow you down."

Jorgen had never seen her like this. She was usually so fierce. He reached out.

Selene didn't know how to explain that leaving Selani terrified her. But suddenly it didn't matter. She was wrapped in a massive hug, and it became her whole world. She inhaled the scent of home. Calm washed over her.

Jorgen felt Selene relax, and stepped back. She looked better. But he knew that they needed to talk about this when there was some time. Then she stood up straight, rolled her shoulders, and determination gleamed in her steely eyes as they sparked to life.

The tomboy princess was about to speak when Keira interrupted.

"Selene, I think it's commendable that you're about to volunteer. I just want to say that you don't have any field experience, and you're not wrong to worry about slowing us down. We'll have Laela along to manage as well. If you think you bring something to the table, join us. If not, there's no shame in sitting this out."

"I..," she started. Then the beautiful, but hesitant Selene looked up to Jorgen. He gave her a small, encouraging smile.

"I think sitting it out is the responsible decision, master," she finally said. This time she didn't sag, and her eyes glimmered with that same determination, perhaps tempered a little by disappointment in herself, Jorgen thought.

"That seems wise in this case, princess,"

Then the big man wrapped his tall, silvery beauty in another hug, and whispered into her slightly quivering elven ear.

"Good girl."

Jorgen held her for a few more moments and she ground against him. She felt really good. If it wasn't for Lillie.. Finally the big man pushed Selene to arm's length by her shoulders, and found a nice dopey smile. He'd take it.

He nodded gratefully to Keira. Such a dependable elf, he thought.

"See you there, sir," she said, heading out.

"Princess, spend some time with Traya while I'm gone. Tell her I want her to talk to you. About it all, the compulsion, everything. She needs someone to talk to and I want to know what's going on with her. Maybe tell her I could possibly fix it, if she wanted to try."

"The compulsion? What?"

"I guess you missed some stuff when you were dealing with Lyn. Let Traya explain, and go see Tisia for more information if you'd like. Tell her you're my queen if she seems reluctant. She will understand. She might bow. Or offer sex. Just about anything, really"

Selene broke out into a giggle, and she smiled her smile. All was right on Esir. For the moment, anyway

Chapter 30: The Rescue

Summary:

TW: Reference to SA of a main character. Not explicit.

Chapter Text

Chapter Thirty: The Rescue

Laela and Jorgen walked towards her cottage on Ruitan.

"Master, I want to apologize."

"Good. I think you should. Go ahead."

"Right, I deserve that," she started, "First, you need to understand tenarei. And I am including myself. Even if I'm no longer in its grip, I can't deny what I've been until now."

The barbarian nodded at that. It was a little like alcoholism, he thought.

Laela continued, "Tenarei are far more broken than your average elf. And some of us are born vulnerable. Like everything else that's terrible about elves, it has to do with engrams. You know of them?"

"Yes," Jorgen said, "probably enough for this conversation, I think. Experiences, magically encoded on your.. well, I guess I would describe it as your souls."

"Very good, master."

"Innate tenarei, like me," the sorceress continued, "usually have some combination of recent matrilineal engrams with human males - meaning, we had a tenarei as a parent or grandparent - along with particularly intense exposure to viral engrams from the downfall. The cascading type that destroyed our men. We're horny for human cock from adolescence."

"Alright, that's the innate version. But others become tenarei without that, right?"

"Well, yes. But you could argue that a certain set of risky behaviors, which are correlated with elves who become tenarei, are innate too. But I digress. Yes, an elf's first sexual experience with a man is intense. Beyond even the visceral memories that innate tenarei experience. Ultimately there is no difference between tenarei that began as innate and those who didn't."

"If you were to leave Selene," Laela added, "that would almost certainly be her fate. Direct first-time experience with a human male, imprinting that engram.. then losing the connection and sexual satisfaction.. well, I can say that going a month without is excruciating. Three is impossible. It had been about two for me, when we met."

"Alright, as excuses go, that's not bad. You wanted it from the moment you were of age?"

She glanced at the barbarian's bulge before she answered.

"Well before."

"Got it. Born slutty. How do you find these lucky fellows?"

"Used to find, master," she corrected, then explained, "There are half-elf villages where interested parties may meet. It's a poorly-kept secret in the Faewyld."

Jorgen grumbled, "I'd really like to block those passes."

Laela scoffed, "Tenarei would find a way."

"I suppose."

"Anyway, all that said. I apologize, master."

The big man sighed.

"You're really pregnant with my child?"

"Yes, master, a female."

Jorgen stopped on the bridge to Ruitan, and looked out into the night-time forest. This was the second time he'd stopped here to gather his thoughts. It was a peaceful spot.

He finally spoke, still staring into the forest, "I have two women in this afterlife who I love. One is your daughter. And now, I am going to have to explain to her that my own newly-conceived daughter is her sister. That bothers me."

"That's a human issue," the elven sorceress said dismissively, "When your species lives hundreds of years you get all sorts of odd relations. Aunts that are a hundred years younger than you and married to your inorei half-brother. You name it."

"I.. alright, I get that."

Laela tried to shift the subject, "I bet Lillie worships you."

"Maybe. I just don't know that she will see see things as you do. For one thing, she's half-human. For another, she calls me 'daddy' during sex."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Imagine coming home and a girl calls out "daddy" from the back room, and you don't know if it's your daughter wanting a bedtime story or your girlfriend wanting a plowing. Talk about awkward erections."

"And," he continued, "our daughter will probably end up looking just like Lillie. She inherited every detail from you, you know. So much so that I wanted you the moment I saw you.. You really should have let me speak before you raped me."

"I'm sorry, master."

"No, you've apologized. It's on me to forgive you. I'll get back to you on that."

"Yes master. I loved the way you said 'our daughter,'" she added, beaming up at Jorgen.

Fucking elves.

Keira was waiting when they arrived. She wore her well-worn ranger fatigues with some lightweight bits of dark leather armor strapped over them.

"Ready, soldier?," Jorgen asked.

"Yes sir!" the athletic blonde reported, with a crisp salute. The barbarian automatically waved a half-assed Areisian salute. He was a frontline auxiliary, they didn't expect military discipline from his cohort.

Jorgen chuckled at his instinctive reaction but said, "All elves should be like you, captain Keira. We need to breed you."

"S-sir?"

"Oh fuck, no I didn't mean that. I mean make babies that are like you.. Alright, yes, that probably means breeding at some point. But, I didn't mean it quite like that.. Oh fuck me."

Keira's laughter was contagious.

What a woman, was Jorgen's only thought, a breath of fresh air. He could only grin sheepishly while she and Laela laughed at his expense. He deserved it, and was getting off easy. Especially since he had planted a seed of a thought, in his mind and Keira's too.

"Just know that I'm depending on you to rub on Selene."

"..."

"Rub OFF on."

It was far too late.

After a few long moments of laughing at the stupid barbarian, Laela went inside to pack the gear that she used for her periodic human hunts.

"I'll strive to do both, sir," Keira said.

She didn't expand and Jorgen wasn't going to ask. But he had no complaints.

Laela came out with her pack and led them to an open patch of dirt in her garden. As Laela focused on her spell, Jorgen realized that his only weapon was a knife. And, well, himself. He hadn't been in a rush to replace his greatsword. Not having it felt freeing. But at the moment the barbarian was questioning his judgment. He was strong, but not invincible.

The sorceress gestured, and for the first time in his life, Jorgen FELT magic. When he focused on it, it was overwhelming, almost orgasmic. Something in him reached for it, but he didn't know what to do.

"Master, are you alright?"

The big man had dropped to his knees and was staring at his hands.

"Yes, I think so," he said, blinking. Then he rose to his feet. He felt steady and clear-headed.

"I felt.. something. It was a powerful sensation but I'm alright."

"Portal is a very powerful spell," Laela said, "We can talk later, portals aren't stable for long."

Then she walked through a shadowy, blurry hole in space.

Keira looked at the Jorgen, winked, and followed without hesitation.

Jorgen had no excuse. He couldn't be out-manned by a couple of elves. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

It didn't feel like anything in particular, but the space he stepped into was cool and damp.

"Jorgen?"

He spun. There was Lillie, sitting on a cot and staring up at the big man in awe.

"Daddy!"

Jorgen grinned, "Little one! Come here."

The tiny elvish brat jumped into his massive arms and he gripped her bubbly little ass. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

"Ahem. Sir."

"..."

"Sir."

"I missed you so much daddy. Where were you? Didn't you hear me?"

"Sir, we seem to be in jail."

"I think I did baby girl. But I was far away. I came just about as fast as I could. I promise. I've missed you terribly. I've come to take you home, to our family."

"SIR!"

"WHAT KEIRA?"

"Please put the half-elf down, sir, and look around. Just for a moment, if you would."

The adorable brat looked indignant, but Jorgen sighed and gently lowered her to the ground. He didn't let go.

"We appear to be in the dungeon of some sort of castle. The walls and floor are large blocks of solid stone, and the door is iron. I haven't been able to find a way out yet. There are at least five cells that I can see or hear, in addition to this one, each is twelve feet square, and all are empty except this one."

Hear, he thought. Elves.

"Thanks Keira. Laela, can you open a portal please?"

"Sorry master, I need half a day to gather enough life energy, though leeching off of you it's moving a little faster. Anyway, we're too deep. I can't visualize any meaningful spatial information about this place, not quickly anyway."

"Half a day would have been good to know," the big man said drily.

"Sorry master."

"And why life energy? I thought you used spatial magic?"

"Well, that's the affinity I'm using. But life energy is the most common raw source on Esir. Elves use our affinity to change the attunement of raw energy as needed."

"Alright."

Moving on.

"Lillie, what is this place? Why are you here?"

"Don't blame the girl, human."

Jorgen turned towards the speaker. A face peered through the barred window of the cell's door. Jorgen hated it instantly.

Lillie was trembling, but she spoke up with a shaky voice to introduce the ugly little half-elf, "Jorgen, this is Dawes. He's with The Spikes."

Jorgen didn't wait. This was his enemy. His mass of flesh and muscle launched with unreasonable grace to the far wall, spun, and kicked off, He flew twelve feet in a flat trajectory, and slammed into the iron cell door with a massive shoulder, hitting it like a fifteen-hundred-pound ox at full gallop.

A terrible screech and a boom resounded as the metal was torn apart. Dawes was crushed into a bloody pulp.

"Where are we, Lillie?," Jorgen asked, as if he hadn't just broken the laws of physics and liquefied a half-elf.

"Umm.. I think we're under Castle Moongel. And.. that. Was. AMAZING. Oh my goddess you're incredible. Take me daddy, right here."

Jorgen chuckled, "Relax little one. Let's go somewhere nicer, yeah?"

"Oh fine," the adorable half-elf pouted.

The barbarian studied the elvish girl's beautiful face for a moment. She was wide-eyed and her gaze lacked any of the mischievous gleam he remembered. Lillie wasn't quite herself he realized.

"Lillie, I want you to meet someone. You don't have to catch up on everything at once, alright? Just take in what I'm about to tell you."

"Alright daddy, tell me, who is thi- an elf!? Two elves!?!"

"Little one, I want you to meet the great sorceress, Laela. Your mother."

"My- oh. Oh."

Jorgen pulled Keira aside while the nearly-identical mother and daughter shared a few moments together. The disciplined captain had been surveying the nearby surroundings.

"Report, ranger."

He couldn't help but hear snippets of Lillie and Laela's conversation.

"...you're pregnant too?.."

Fuck.

"Sir, this hallway leads to stairs. The cells along it are empty. That's all I've got. I suggest we move."

Then Keira drew her rapier with an impressive flourish.

"I think, sir, between you and me, we can handle a few guards. If there are any."

"...wait, my sister will be..."

Fuck. At least he didn't have to explain that to her.

"...your big daddy will be her daddy too, isn't that..."

"Right. Let's scout ahead quickly and give them a few more minutes to ruin my life."

"Yes sir."

"Lillie, Laela, stay here. Scream if anything happens. We'll be back."

"Yes daddy."

"Yes master."

"'Master?'" Lillie blurted.

"What, should I call him 'daddy' too?"

Jorgen sped out into the hall with Keira trailing behind. They passed several empty cells. There didn't see anyone else down here.

They came around a corner, going right, and found a dark stairwell on their left, one flight going up, the other down. The hallway they were in continued to make another right-turn ahead. Jorgen got the impression that might be another block of cells. The big man weighed his options.

"I want to see if they have anyone else locked in here."

Keira, the lovely paragon of all that is good, beamed. "Yes sir!"

The two moved slowly, listening. They reached the next corner, and could see more iron doors, each with a tiny window. They looked through each window.

"Sir! This one! Elves!"

Jorgen bent down to look as Keira moved onto the next door. He saw a pair of elves, both women. They were sitting on the floor of their cell, leaning against the wall.

"Hello," Jorgen called.

They jumped to their feet, startled.

"Who is it? Who's there?"

"Sir, there's a human woman in this one," Keira called out, "the others are empty."

Jorgen could see that these two were traumatized, and spoke carefully.

"My name is Jorgen. I won't hurt you. I am a friend to elves, and champion to Aleisa. I need you to trust me, so I'm laying my big cards out. I'll ask you your story when we get out of here, alright?"

They got up and moved towards the door. He stepped back and the two elves peered out at him.

"You're... you're a human? You're so.."

"I know, I know.. Tell me, who are you, and why are you down here?"

"My name is Siana, and this is my wife, Eilae."

Neither elf looked like inorei to the barbarian. Not overly feminine.

"Well, she was, I suppose. We are.. tenarei now."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I might be able to help you, but let's get out of here first, alright?"

Both elves nodded rapidly.

"Stand off to that side, there. Better cover those big sensitive ears, too."

The elves moved out of the way and complied. Jorgen backed up.

"Sir-"

Screech, boom, dust.

".. the key."

"Uh, right. Open the other one, ranger. Good work."

"Yes sir," she said, not quite hiding the amusement in her voice.

Jorgen blinked against the dust and called out. "Ladies, alright?"

"Yes, we're fine. Just waiting for the dust to clear."

Keira stepped up behind him a few moment later.

"Sir, this is Elaine."

"Elaine, Elaine," he thought. The name was familiar.

He heard "Jorgen?," and turned to find a dirty, disheveled human woman. Lillie's aunt!

The big man said the first thing that came to mind, "Thank the gods we came this way."

Keira nodded.

"Lillie is safe," were his next words.

Elaine smiled tearfully.

"Can everyone walk? I have water if you're dehydrated but we should get moving."

Everyone seemed alright. Jorgen passed his water skin around. "Small sips."

"Keira, retrieve Lillie and Laela. Meet at the stairs."

"Yes sir!," she said with a salute, then bolted off. The elven soldier was having a grand old time.

Everyone reunited at the stairs. Nobody had seen a guard. Jorgen decided to get a little more information.

"Lillie?"

"Yeah daddy?," she said, staring up from her adorably kittenish death grip around his midsection.

"Tell me what this is all about. We're relatively safe here for the moment."

Lilly gulped but didn't look away. He could tell she was trying to be brave.

"The Spikes. They are a bandit group. Aunt Elaine and me.. We did a lot of things for money, and I stole for them. They would tell Elaine and me where to go next, and they'd have a plan."

Elaine blushed, but smiled encouragingly at the little half-elf.

"Sometimes I had to seduce men - but not all the way like that. Flirting. I was young. Sometimes I had to break in places. Get in small places, all that. I'm very small."

"You definitely are," Jorgen said, and he kissed her hair, "You were doing this since you were young?"

"Yes daddy. I'm not proud of it. But I was good at it. Sometimes I brought in more than Elaine's.. business."

"I'm a whore," Elaine cut in, "no use hiding that. I was doing everything I could to keep her off her back, and The Spikes paid well. She had my blessing. I'm sorry."

Tears welled in both Lillie and Elaine's eyes, and Lillie peeled off from the big barbarian and gave her aunt a hug.

"Ok. This doesn't sound so horrible. Not great, I hate thinking of my little brat in real danger.. What happened that you ended up here?"

"The Spikes have this plan, and it's the biggest one they've ever done," Lillie started rambling, clearly reliving a bad scene, "and I have to do something really hard, and I tell them I can't do it, and I tell them no, and I'm done."

Jorgen pulled her back into his embrace, and she sighed into him. SHe was calmer when she pulled back to finish her story.

"They found out I was pregnant, and they decided they should get a lot of money for me. They were waiting for you."

"Why did that matter to them," Keira asked, "the pregnancy?"

The barbarian was getting a tight feeling in his chest. He began to feel the old rage welling up.

"Dawes, he told me.. he did.. He said they had set up a buyer. For a virgin half-elf. And I had ruined it.."

Jorgen's fists clenched.

Lillie began to crumble. He crouched and wrapped his massive arms around the trembling little half-elf. The big man wanted to to encompass her entire being. His rage cooled in their tender moment, but he knew it wasn't over.

"I-I'm sorry daddy," she whispered, "I didn't want to. B-but. You killed him. That's when I called to you.. But you saved me daddy."

Jorgen stroked Lillie's dirty mop of hair. He wanted to burn this place down. But he suppressed his rage a little longer, and managed not to growl too much.

"You did nothing wrong, alright? You were brave. I'm proud of you. It's not your fault little one. I love you. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

"Daddy," she cried.

"Did he.. did he hurt you? I mean, other than.."

"No! No it was easy and quick I just felt really gross. And his little thing was in there.. with.. with your baby, daddy. That was the worst part. I hated it. I hated him and you killed him. I love you so much."

She was crying again. Jorgen was fighting his anger with every bit of willpower he had.

"I'm so sorry little one. My little brat. I'll never let anyone touch you again. I'll take care of you, alright?"

"Mm."

Jorgen wondered if the little half-elf could believe him after what had happened. He would prove it to her, for the rest of his fucking life. And he wished he hadn't killed that raping piece of shit so quickly.

"Sir, you're growling."

"Fuck!" he screamed internally.

But the barbarian took a deep breath and let it out. It wasn't the time to go berserk.

"Alright, I'm fine. Everyone else alright?"

He caught each woman's attention and each nodded.

"Elaine, why were you down here? What did they want from you?"

"I don't really know. I felt like I was just some sort of loose end. They didn't even use me. Not the greatest thing for a whore's ego."

Jorgen couldn't help but snort. Soon everyone was laughing. It wasn't funny, and they all knew it.

"Any idea how many in the castle?," Keira asked.

"I think less than ten," Siana spoke up. "They did.. have us up in the castle. There were ten or less at meals in the dining hall."

Jorgen sighed, "I am sorry to hear that. Like I said before, I might be able to help with the tenarei thing. So don't go running off or anything, Alright?"

The elven couple nodded.

"Alright. We could be sneaky or smart or whatever," the barbarian said, and nodded at Keira, "but I am of a mind to plow through these evil little fucks and kill as many as possible on the way out. Anyone else?"

"I don't think we could change your mind, sir," Keira answered, "so, that's what we will do."

Nobody else had anything to say.

Jorgen removed the sheathed hunting knife from his boot and handed it to Lillie.

"I guess they took your dagger, little one. Hold onto this, alright?"

The beautiful half-elf nodded and strapped it on. She was wearing trousers and a blouse, with a belt and little boots even. At least she was in practical clothes. The other three prisoners wore thin, dirty slave tunics and nothing else.

"Keira."

"Yes sir."

"Hang back three minutes, then follow my trail. You'll either hear me or see my path I expect. Guard them," he said, nodding to the five women, "and don't let anything happen to my girl."

"With my life, sir."

"I believe you, captain. Thank you."

Then the massive barbarian nodded to the six women. He turned and headed up the stairs at a trot, and then a run. He clenched his giant fists. He would fucking tear them apart.

He set his rage free.

The door at the top of the stairs was unlocked. Jorgen didn't notice or didn't care, and he blasted through it with an explosion that shook the castle.

"Everyone will stay close," Keira ordered, "Almost touching distance. Lillie, you'll take point, I will be rearguard. I'll be watching and will move up if you make contact, but if something comes from behind, I'm the one to handle it. Understood?"

"Yes lady elf," the young half-elf nodded, terrified but brave.

"My name is Keira, sweetheart. You can call me Keira, or captain, or even ranger if you want, like the big man does. Good?"

"Yes captain."

"Good girl."

Lillie's eyes glazed and Keira thought she heard a quiet moan.

"Lillie?"

"Hm?," the girl squeaked.

"Are you ready?," the blonde captain asked.

Lillie blinked, then her lips curled up in a lopsided smile that promised mischief.

"Always, captain," she teased. The adorable elvish girl's sparkly green eyes claimed another victim.

"Captain?," Elaina asked.

"Right, sorry. Let's go."

Keira moved quickly and silently. They reached the remains of the door at the top of the stairs thirty seconds later. It opened into a courtyard.

It was carnage. The door had burst outward and Keira thought that's what killed the first one. The other two were missing one head and three limbs between them. It was brutal.

Keira didn't hear anything, but she was able to follow Jorgen's massive footprints through the dirty courtyard, out through a large gate about fifty feet away. The group followed as quickly and stealthily as they could.

There was no need. The group came across seven other corpses, all missing limbs, heads, or both. Blood was everywhere. Eilae and Siana were covering their mouths, retching. Laela was in a daze, and Elaine was dragging the petite sorceress along.

Lillie was focused. This was important. Daddy was depending on them to stay safe and together so he could murder all of the fucking monsters without worrying.

Lillie knew she wasn't alright. She knew Jorgen wasn't her daddy. Something happened. She felt small. But he would help her, she knew. It would be alright as long as her daddy was near.

And she had a baby to take care of soon. Lillie would fight it all and get better. She would do it for daddy and their baby.

Keira heard screams ahead and she slowed her group. She would let the barbarian do his gruesome work. The ranger had a job to do.

Jorgen waited by the outer gate. He didn't see or hear anyone left to fight, and he had managed to calm himself.

The barbarian was feeling better about the carnage than he probably should. But he had let out his berserker rage, and he had not lost control. That he was rational was proof. It was a win. He thought of Aleisa for a moment.

He was looking at a pair of ox-drawn carts, with their teams still hitched. They were munching on roadside grass, apparently unconcerned. Two oxen per cart. He knew they would move at a good steady pace. The carts were empty. Robbed and taken here by the bandits. He was inspecting the leads when Keira called out from behind.

"All clear behind, sir."

"All clear out here," he the big man boomed, "come on out."

"Yes sir. Move out people."

The group of six walked through the gate and made their way to Jorgen and the carts.

"Sir?"

"Hm?"

"Your clothes," Keira said.

Jorgen looked down. He was covered in blood. His face was splattered, his tunic and trousers stained with the gore.

He chuckled. "Sorry ladies, guess I'm a bit of a mess, aren't I."

Nobody was laughing. That was understandable.

"We'll use these carts to get some distance from this fucking place. Might as well not make everyone walk."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yes sir," Keira said, "I'll organize it."

"Good, I'll stay out of your way, and I'll walk until we find a stream. We'll head northwest, but let's go south to hit the river first. We might portal home," Jorgen continued, "or we might want to take our time, even go all the way to Coldwater. Let's decide after we rest."

"Daddy," Lillie called out, looking through a pile of junk at the gatehouse.

"Yeah Lillie?"

"I see tents and stuff."

Sleeping out seemed like a good plan. Jorgen wasn't sure that he wanted to carry the weight of what he'd just done to Selani. Not without cooling off first.

"Nice. Let's load it up."

The group got the carts going easily enough. Elaine taught Keira the basics of driving and each took a cart. The rest piled in wherever they wanted. Lillie had made some cushions out of burlap sacks and straw, and some of the ladies napped.

The barbarian walked alongside the beasts, enjoying the quiet company. It reminded him of his brief career as a caravan guard. When he had first met the adorable brat. She was a bit damaged now, he knew.

Jorgen could only do his best with her, and lean on his family. Lillie seemed to be following Keira around. He thought that might be good for her.

He led the group on the path south from the castle, hoping to hit the Moongel river, which he remembered from his journey. It was only half an hour later when they saw it glittering in the sun. There was a road that traveled alongside the river on the north side, so he turned the carts onto that without stopping. It had been about an hour after sunrise when they left the castle. He wanted to get a little more distance before they stopped.

At midday Jorgen stopped them in a grassy meadow between the road and bend in the river. There was a little beach that would work for bathing and watering the oxen.

"Listen up," his deep voice got everyone's attention, "We'll rest here this afternoon and sleep overnight. We can set up those tents right inside the carts. We'll keep a watch, just in case."

"Yes sir," Keira said. She and Elaine parked the carts side-by-side and worked to stake the team in the meadow. They were sure to give them enough lead to drink from one end of the small shallows, downriver from their bathing and drinking water.

Jorgen wandered off upriver. He knew they would be safe for the afternoon. The roads were quiet and the local bandits had taken a hit. Years as a soldier in hostile territory told him that this area didn't hold any major threats.

Plus, Keira was with them. Jorgen hadn't felt so much faith in another person since his squad, during the war. The ranger captain was a catch.

After a few minutes, the barbarian found a quiet pool where the bend had shifted at some point in the past. The water was clean and cool and there was a small tree near the water's edge. He dropped his pack against its trunk.

Then Jorgen waded in, clothes and all, to get clean. It took him half an hour to wash himself, and to do the best he could with his clothes. They were the best of his remaining human-style travel wear. He had to admit that clothing was near the top of his list of reasons to go to Coldwater. Another was that Lillie and Elaine had some belongings and coin stashed in their apartment there.

The big man climbed up the bank and hung his clothes in the tree. Finally, he laid on his back in the sunny grass. He had a change of clothes in his pack, but he needed to decompress. Waiting for clothes to dry was as good an excuse as any.

Jorgen woke in a familiar realm. A luscious weight breathed atop him, and his hard cock was sheathed in wet warmth. He wasn't being fucked, exactly. His cock was being warmed. A soft cheek rested just under his collarbone, and gentle fingers caressed his hips and thighs. Substantial breasts were squashed against his pecs and long legs rested between his own. He felt the woman's bare mound subtly grinding against him.

It was Aleisa, Jorgen knew, and it felt like she didn't want to talk. This was her sex goddess version of a silent hug. But he had to say something.

"Hello, beautiful goddess," he said gently, as if approaching a skittish horse, "No need to respond. We can stay like this for as long as you want. I just want you to know I appreciate the sentiment and that you feel wonderful"

She didn't reply, but she rubbed her cheek against his chest. The big man gently ran his fingers through the goddess's silky hair, and traced her elfin ears. He closed his eyes and let himself just enjoy the sensation of being connected so completely to a divine being.

When Jorgen woke again, he was being fucked. He was good with that too. Aleisa moved effortlessly, sensually, erotically and all the other things one would expect from a sex goddess. They came together gently, with a few grunts. The act was more of an affirmation than an exciting sexual encounter. He thought it was exactly what he'd needed. The stress from that morning's events had fallen away.

It was minutes later when Aleisa propped herself up, and she captured Jorgen's blue eyes with her mesmerizing amber ones. He was lost in her infinite golden depths when she finally broke the silence.

"Before you go, lover," the goddess purred, and the barbarian's huge cock twitched inside her divinely silky channel, "I witnessed that debacle at your aborted dinner party. It was going so well.."

Aleisa ground down against him and continued, "The things you were doing to Selene were delicious.."

"But, Jorgen, I never thought I'd say that an erection was unfortunate.. Those ridiculous tights.. Why?"

She started to giggle and he could feel it with his whole body, including the entire length of his cock. The barbarian growled, and his massive hands found the goddess's luscious ass and squeezed.

"Anyway," she said, ignoring his attentions, "try to find your blessing. It should feel like a bright spot, in your chest."

Then Aleisa effortlessly slipped his grip and slid off of his cock, right as he was beginning fuck her. His hips were still elevated when the beautiful goddess sat back on her haunches and eyed Jorgen's glistening, throbbing cock, thrusting into the air. She offered a teasing grin, then said, "Among other things, you can use it to control your erections."

"Wha-"

Chapter 31: The Trouble with Lillie, Part One

Summary:

Just a short journey with the rescue party, Lillie's issues become apparent, Jorgen tries to cure tenarei, and a little progress with Keira.

I'm trying to tone down the 'daddy,' thing. It's not sustainable long term. If you cringe in this chapter, know that I feel the same. Lillie's character needs to grow a little and it starts here.

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Trouble with Lillie, Part One

Jorgen awoke in the little riverside meadow, and the sun was low in the western sky. A small, warm body slept atop him.

"Hello little one," he rumbled.

"Mmm good morning daddy. Your cock was so hard a minute go. I almost took advantage."

"I think it might be evening," the big man corrected.

Then he cupped one hand over Lillie's bubbly little ass, and the other found the back of her head and tussled her mop of brown and gold. She was wearing cute little undershorts, he noticed, and nothing else. He held the little half-elf and caressed her soft skin and silky hair. Her little hips ground her mound against his abs a bit, but skin contact and intimacy were more compelling at the moment than sex.

The barbarian zoned out a little as they cuddled, and he found himself looking for the "bright spot" that Aleisa had mentioned. He doubted he was doing it right.

Coming back to the present and the half-elf trying to meld with his body, Jorgen asked, "Would you like to talk?"

"No," she said, "Not yet. I've been talking to Keira. For some reason, that's easier. She didn't know me, before.."

"I understand, little one," Jorgen said, "You don't have to apologize. Anything that's good for you is good for me."

"Thank you daddy.. Did you know she's a daddy too? And a virgin?"

"A daddy? Do you maybe mean a dom? Dominant like I am?"

"Yeah, I think so. That makes more sense."

"She's a virgin? I'm sure she's laid with women. She's forty I think."

"Nope. She says she doesn't know what to do. I think it's because she doesn't want to be.. taught.. By someone like you or something. She doesn't want to be touched maybe. But she wants to touch. I don't know, something like that. She said it never felt right."

"Huh. A real virgin. I would have guessed that she was maybe not very sexual. But never a virgin. Forty years. Can you imagine?"

"No fucking way" she said, giggling musically. The adorable half-elf got a butt squeeze for that.

Jorgen thought for a moment. He thought Lillie might be asking permission, and asked, "Did you want to do something with Keira, maybe? I could give the two of you our cart when I take watch."

"Mhmm," she confirmed, "I thought maybe I could teach her how to be a dad- dominant to me."

Jorgen chuckled, "That's quite a statement coming from a brat."

"What is a brat, anyway? In bed I mean."

"It's a person who likes to be submissive deep inside, but makes their lover work for it. To tame them. To prove that he's strong enough each time to be worthy of being their master."

"I am definitely a brat, huh?"

"Definitely. Or, you will be again. I think you're someplace else right now. You need to feel safe. If Keira helps that, then you have my blessing."

The barbarian added, "Is that what you wanted, little one?"

"Yes, daddy, thank you.. I'll tell her that too."

"Do you even know what to do to a woman, Lillie?"

Jorgen could feel the little bard squirming, and he knew she was blushing.

"Well, no... I thought I would just show and tell her, umm, the things she could do to me."

"Hmm. Alright, I suppose that seems like a good enough plan. I know she'll want to take good care of you. And you want to take good care of her."

"Just, do me a favor," the barbarian added, "if she'll let you."

"What, daddy?"

"Worship that body of hers. She's a petite little elf, from my perspective anyway, but she's powerful and graceful, with those lean muscles, and feminine curves in all the right spots. She's even stronger than Selene I bet. I think she's proud of her body, you can use that. In a good way, to make her happy."

"I promise, daddy. She's sexy buff."

"Yes, she is."

"Who's Selene?"

Oh.

By the time Jorgen and Lille returned to the group, they had set up a comfortable camp with a fire and several stumps, in between the large ox-drawn carts. The party had limited supplies, but they sat around the fire for a quiet meal of jerky, hardtack and water. The sun had set, but the warm light of the fire and the half-moon lit the area well enough.

Jorgen stood and asked, "Siana, Eilae, would you like to take a walk? We can talk somewhere quiet. I'd like to talk about your issue."

The pair of tenarei had bathed in the river, but they still wore the rags they'd been given by their captors. They still looked disheveled and a little haunted, but both managed to smile at the big man, and stood up to follow him.

The trio walked a ways until they found a secluded spot by a fallen tree, where they could see the moonlit river.

Jorgen sat cross-legged and bade the married elves to sit across from him. They seemed to watch him guardedly, but not suspiciously.

"I'd like you to look back," he started, "Way back, in your memories."

"What are we looking for?," asked Siana.

"Kings," he said simply, "Tell me what you find."

The elves closed their eyes and Jorgen listened to the gentle sounds of the evening.

"I don't remember. It's fuzzy," said Eilae.

Jorgen had decided. Elves wanted a masculine authority figure, in this case he didn't see any downside in giving it to them. These two were tenarei. Ruined.. But he wanted his command to be elven, somehow. He didn't want these elves to submit to a human, but to a masculine figure that hopefully transcended race.

"Try harder," he urged, "Remember. Try to remember your history, try to remember before the downfall. Forget what came after. Look for your glorious kings. It's sad, they're gone forever. Try to remember them. Honor them."

The elves closed their eyes and breathed slowly. Jorgen watched, and listened to the breeze, the river, and the rustle of the grass.

"There." said Eilae, "He's tall, for an elf. With a crown.

"Good. Siana, do you see anything?"

"I think I do. I'm sorry, I'm not sure. Maybe just a little? He's not in a crown though. Just a crown of laurels, maybe."

"There were many kings," the barbarian said, pushing a little authority into his deep voice. He was hoping to evoke their primal need, and also hoping that their preference for females wasn't a hindrance.

"They were strong, virile elves," he continued, "Worthy of obeying."

In his mind, Jorgen tried to conjure an elven king, he focused on that thought and his willpower, and tried to inject that being into his words, "You wanted to obey him. You needed to obey him. Try to remember."

"He's handsome," breathed Siana, "And kind. But very powerful."

Eilae joined in, "Yes, I see. He's beautiful. He doesn't look like you, sir, but he's still very masculine."

"Good. Don't compare. Just breathe, and think of him. Your elven king."

They nodded and closed their eyes. Jorgen took a deep breath. This was crucial. All his emotion. All his passion and compassion and kindness. He spoke not loudly, nor softly. The volume didn't matter. The big barbarian forced himself, his will, his intent; he thrust the cock of his masculinity into the world.

"I am your king," he rumbled, "Bow to me."

The elves fluidly rose to their knees then bowed to the ground. Their eyes were closed, and they breathed deeply. He could see the tension leaving their slender bodies.

"Good. Sit up, little elves."

The two women did, and they sat back on their heels. They looked alive. Jorgen hadn't realized how dead-eyed they'd been until they looked at him with their eyes gleaming in excitement and reverence. He'd take care of that reverence later, he hoped.

"You are not tenarei," he commanded, "You are two good elves who love women, and who love each other, that is your identity. You are two elves who lust for women, and lust for each other. That is your sexuality."

"The tenarei are dead," The barbarian finished, "This is your afterlife."

He studied his charges, hoping that this was working.

"Siana, Eilae, We're not quite done, but tell me how you feel."

"Wonderful, King Jorgen. So much better," answered Siana.

"Yes, so much better. I am alive," said Eilae.

"Alright, tell me. Who are you, Siana? You heard what I want from you, you feel it. It's in the very air."

"I am a good elf, a woman, a loving wife. I love my wife, Eilae, I love to fuck, and to make love, to Eilae.. Maybe other girls too sometimes," Siana blurted out, and glanced at Siana a little nervously.

She added, "My name is Siana, and I am your servant, my king."

He would work on that next.

"Who are you, Eilae? You know what your king wants from you."

"I am a woman, a loving wife. I love my wife, Siana, I love to fuck, and to make love, to Siana. And... maybe other girls too, sometimes."

Siana giggled.

"My name is Eilae," she continued, "and I am your servant, my king."

This next part could go wrong, he knew.

"Tell me Siana, about human men."

The elf's eyes glazed, and Jorgen knew she was reliving either her own memories or the genetic memories.

"Strong," she breathed, "Powerful. Cocks. Thrusting. Fucking. Pounding. Hurting.. Orgasms. So many orgasms. So good."

"You must let that go," the barbarian growled, frustrated, "You don't need human men. Tell me that you understand."

"Oh goddess forgive me," the pretty elf's eyes came alive, glinting in the moonlight, and she pleaded, "Fuck me my king, my god, fuck me with your huge human cock."

Then she whimpered, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled towards Jorgen.

Fuck.

"STOP."

They did. And Jorgen had no idea what to do next.

"Sit back," he said, trying not to growl at the poor tenarei, "Embrace each other. Care for each other. You are safe. I need a moment to think."

"Yes, my king."

"Yes, my beautiful king."

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

A few minutes later, he had decided that there was nothing for it. He couldn't actually make them forget men, but maybe he could compel them to behave.

"Elves," he started, "Your king commands you. You will love yourselves and each other. You will be proud of yourselves. You will be strong."

The barbarian continued, trying to keep a confident authority in his tone. Confidence that he wasn't feeling.

"You will return to Westhaven and never leave again. You will see Tiana of Selani Village, and you will tell her that I, Jorgen, demand she grant you residence and protection, as wife and wife. You need nothing outside Westhaven. You need no males. Use cucumbers. Do you understand?"

Cucumbers? What the fuck, Jorgen.

He was not quite panicking, but his plan had fallen apart and he was making it up as he went along. He was missing something.. He had to believe it was possible to overcome tenarei, but he hadn't succeeded on this night.

The important thing, for now, was to have them safe in Westhaven. They would have a chance at being happy. Until a better solution presented itself.

"Cucumbers, my king?," asked Siana.

"Umm, yes," he said, clearing his throat, "They're convenient and come in various sizes. Just wash them before and after use."

"As, penises?"

Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "No. You need no penises. A cucumber is a self-love and mutual-love aide for women. There are no penises. Anywhere."

That was ridiculous. Jorgen needed to end this before he did irreparable harm. These poor elves were already ruined, but he suspected that he could make it worse if he didn't improve his technique.

"Y-yes, my king."

"Eilae, do you understand?"

"Yes, my king. And I think cucumbers are lovely."

"Great. Wonderful. What's your immediate goal?"

"Cucumbers?," said Eilae.

"No," he sighed, "Westhaven. What will you do?"

"We will return to Westhaven. To Selani Village," Siana said.

"To elder Tiani," said Eilae.

That would have to do, for now.

"Good. Tomorrow, Laela will open a portal to Selani, and you will go to your new home. Your king has spoken."

"Yes, my king."

"Yes, my king."

"Return to camp and sleep. In the cart with Elaine and Laela. Good night."

Brat and Buffy might need the other cart.

Jorgen spent some time reviewing what had happened with the two tenarei. He didn't come up with any brilliant ideas. He obviously had more to learn about tenarei and his gift.

The barbarian returned to camp a half-hour later. He found Elaine sitting and staring into the fire, but he he didn't see any of the others.

The party had managed to cobble together a pair of tents from the canvas, poles and ropes they had found, and had erected them right inside the carts. That would offer a little protection in the event of an attack. He didn't sense any danger in the area but it never hurt to be cautious.

He peeked into the first wagon and found three elves in a pile, sleeping. Siani, Eilae, and Laela. Good. He knew that didn't worry about Lillie. Keira would be with her, and the impressive elf could definitely protect them both. So the barbarian sat across the fire from Lillie's human aunt.

After a few minutes he spoke, "I've been meaning to ask, are you Lillie's blood relative, Elaine?"

She smiled softly at the big man, then said, "I am, her father Elias was my older brother."

Elaine continued, "I'll give you the short version of my story. At fifteen, I ran away with a boy from our town. That didn't end well. When I returned to Littiere, I had been disowned. Elias.. Well, he left our parents and Littiere to help me get settled elsewhere."

"What happened to him? Lillie hasn't volunteered much on that front."

"Well, we started out towards Coldwater, so that Elias could find work as a fletcher. He had been our father's apprentice, and he was skilled at the trade. But, on our first night camping out, a woman walked out of the dark and sat down next to the fire, without a word. When she pulled back her hood, well.."

She studied Jorgen, then said, "I don't know how much you know about the Faewyld.."

"Not much," Jorgen admitted.

"Right, well, there are human villages and towns that are relatively normal, from an Areisian point of view. Then there are some stable Elvish villages. Usually run by a matriarch of some sort. And there are quite a few less-than-stable ones, with big populations of ferals, usually run by the local bandit leader."

Elaine continued, "Littiere is one of the human-controlled towns, in the northern Faewyld, not far from Warm Springs. It's civilized, but with a lot of elvish influence. The mayor and the guards are all human, and feral behavior isn't tolerated."

Elaine stared into the flames for a few moments, then continued her tale.

"All this to say that I'd met my share of half-elves. But this woman who invited herself into our camp, she was the first pureblood elf I'd met, and she was shockingly beautiful. Once she smiled, my brother didn't stand a chance. Hell she could've had us both."

"Laela," Jorgen said.

"The same," she confirmed, glancing at the wagon where the sorceress was sleeping.

She continued, "I listened to them make love that night, Jorgen. Laela said it was her first time, and I knew my brother had limited experience, but you wouldn't know it from the sounds coming from their tent. And more than sounds. I had never seen magic before, but I knew I was in the presence of it that night. In fact, I am pretty sure that I felt Lillie being conceived."

"I am just starting to sense magic myself," Jorgen said, "So I don't doubt you."

Elaine smiled at the barbarian, then carried on with her tale.

"Laela told us she was pregnant, and Elias suggested that we find a place where we could all settle down. Who was I to argue?"

Jorgen remembered thinking poorly of Lillie's father. But he wondered now whether it was fair to judge a man for falling in love with an elf. It was hard not to.

Elaine continued, "Ralefalls was a town run by an elvish matriarch, and had a good reputation, despite not being quite as civilized or orderly as one of the human towns. So, a few days later, that's where we ended up. Laela tapped into a stash of rubies, and she rented us two rooms above a bakery."

"How big is Ralefalls?"

"About five thousand people, I think. Elias found work as a fletcher, and I purchased my ox cart with a loan from Laela, and I began doing trade runs between Ralefalls and Shalere. I also began plying my other trade. I enjoyed sex and it was worth a few coins. But I never told Elias," she added.

"So you and Laela know each other well? You two didn't have much to say to each other."

Elaine grimaced, "Not particularly well. I avoided spending much time with them. I was jealous, I think. Resentful. We didn't part on good terms."

"How did you part?"

Elaine's eyes glistened wetly in the firelight. She gazed into the flames, and her voice sounded distant when she continued.

"We had been living in Ralefalls for a year and a half, when I left on a month-long trade run to Shalere, Cestae and Steamhorn. When I returned, everything had fallen apart. Elias was arrested, and was on his way to Areistea for trial. Several Areisian guards had been covertly operating in Ralefalls, and had netted my brother and two other human males. Laela was nowhere to be found."

"Did Elias.."

"I hitched up my ox and hired my best guard, and we left for Areistea. But we learned of his fate in Warm Springs. He had been found guilty of corrupting a pureblood, and was sentenced to death. The next day, according to the caravan leader who passed on the tale. That had been two weeks prior. Some of the Areisian magistrates are known to offer clemency, but not the one my brother met."

"I'm sorry, Elaine," Jorgen said, and he reached over to squeeze the woman's shoulder. She grasped his hand, then was distracted by the size difference. She began to caress the barbarian's huge fingers with her delicate ones. He pulled away before it became awkward.

"It's alright," she sighed, "It was long ago. We waited in Warm Springs for a few days, and the next caravan confirmed that Elias had been executed. Not knowing what else to do, I focused on my caravan and my whoring. It was three months later when Laela found me in Shalere. Not that she spoke to me. There was a knock on my inn-room door, and when I opened it, I found an infant in a basket, with a note, several bottles of breastmilk, and a large sack of rubies."

"Lillie."

"Yep. Laela apologized in her note. She had to go back or be exiled. She had been living in hiding, but luckily for her, the Areisians didn't know her identity and Elias hadn't given it up. If she could make it back to Westhaven undetected, she said, she would be safe. I resented her for that, for a long time. But I don't blame her now. Life in the Faewyld for a pureblood tenarei is hard. At best they live comfortably as whores. She was a burgeoning sorceress and didn't want to be permanently separated from her people."

"Plus," she added, "I got an adorable niece and a sack full of rubies. It was hard to be overly angry at the little elven slut."

Jorgen nodded thoughtfully. It matched up with Laela's tale.

"Thanks, Elaine, for sharing that. I guess that leads us to the next question. What will you do now?"

The pretty human sighed, "I don't think I want to go to Westhaven, but I worry about Lillie."

"You don't trust I'll keep her safe?"

"No, not at all, big man. It's just that she's been my responsibility for so long.. Not that I've done a great job."

"What do you mean? Lillie is a treasure. You raised that."

"I know, right? That girl is something else. I love her so much."

"So do I," the barbarian agreed.

"So, you're thinking of going back to your trading? And whoring?"

"It's what I know."

"And after that? You won't be in your thirties forever. Why not start a real caravan?," Jorgen suggested, gesturing at the carts.

"I do alright," she said and hefted her full tits provocatively, "need I demonstrate?"

The big man chuckled but shook his head. He had enough going on.

"Seriously," he persisted, "why not take the carts and the oxen and start a caravan?"

"But.. How would I feed and pay myself and a whole second team? The oxen need to be boarded and fed, and they get sick, and all the rest. It takes time to get in with the guild and work up a steady supply of goods to transport."

"Well, you still have a few good years on your back. Mix it up. Get fucked then pay the guy to guard your caravan. Or just pay him in fucks. Save and grow. I think you have the skills. You've been on these roads all your life, I would guess."

"Yeah, that's true. That's very true. As a single ox trader I never had much need to get in with the guild, but I know them well enough. They would take me seriously, at least."

"Good. We'll get the carts and oxen to Coldwater, and I'll pay to have them boarded and pastured for six months, and you can take over after that. You know the rest. Trade and grow.

She was still looking hesitant, but Jorgen played his best card, "Lillie will be happy to know that you have a plan and some resources."

"Yes, you're right. Alright, I agree. Thank you, Jorgen."

"My pleasure, Elaine."

"I'm going to miss her."

"It won't be forever."

Elaine grinned, "Sure you don't want to shag? I've seen that thing. I like a challenge, and I haven't been challenged in a very long time. You know, Jorgen, I could probably slip that monster in my pussy more easily than you've ever experienced. Being a whore has to be good for something, right?"

The big man winked at the saucy whore, but said, "Thanks. My mind is too far away tonight. I might do a little innocent voyeurism though."

"Oh? Lillie and the soldier? You're alright with that?"

"They have my blessing."

"Why?"

"Why not? If she needs masculine attention, she knows where to find me. I know she will. Often."

And the gorgeous barbarian smiled so confidently that Elaine almost came.

"Umm," she said, suddenly a little shy, "how is it, with Lillie?"

"Curious, mommy?"

"Well. I'm not blind. She's the sexiest little thing on Esir. I've been good."

Jorgen laughed, "Fair enough. I was just teasing anyway. Lillie is amazing. Sensual, responsive, orgasmic, confident.. and wicked. And more. Too much to name. She's my brat."

He added, "But she's a little broken right now. She'll come through it, I plan to make sure of that."

"Do you love her?"

"How could I not?"

"Good."

"Go get some sleep. Join the adorable elf pile. I've got guard duty."

"Good night, Jorgen."

"You too, Elaine."

Jorgen was sitting with his back to the fire, watching the road and the treeline beyond. The barbarian auxiliary had spent many, many nights like this. After awhile, taking the watch was almost as relaxing as sleep. His awareness would spread out into the wilds around him until he could feel disturbances like a breath on his skin.

He didn't lose awareness even when he accidentally dozed off. Soldiers on the orc front who slept deeply didn't live long. Deep sleep was for reserved for the occasional break at one of the big camps. Soldiers made the most of those times.

"Sir?"

There she was. He had been contemplating tracking them down.

"Good evening, captain."

"I thought I might join you."

"Please do."

The blonde ranger sat with her back to Jorgen's, so she was facing the fire, and she leaned back against him. It was a touching moment. Learning that she was a virgin had shifted the barbarian's perception of Keira.

She did not like to be vulnerable. Jorgen understood that all too well.

"Is it true, sir? Lillie said.."

"Yes, it's true."

"Why?"

"I think it would be good for you both. She's smart and kind, kinky and energetic, honest about her needs, and generous. She thinks she's figured you out to an extent. She did better than I did, anyway."

"How so, Jorgen?"

No 'sir.' That was good, for this conversation anyway.

"Have you ever heard of "dominance and submission,' its an Areisian sex culture thing?"

"Just some of the memories. Humans played such games. Elves learned a little of that from them. Your little elfling probably saw that maid outfit on some kinky noble."

Jorgen chuckled. He had been wondering about that.

"I can't speak to that of course. What I can say is that a certain element of Areisian upper-crust are bored, and they've put a lot of thought into these things. I bought a book from a major who was finishing his deployment. He was famous for his parties and I was introduced to him at Eastwatch. I missed the fun, but he did chat with me for a while. And I got the book. Which was detailed and included drawings."

Keira chuckled against Jorgen's back. It felt nice. He continued.

"Most of the kinks are just putting names, and in my opinion being too formal about it, to concepts and instincts that have always been with us. With elves too, I think, along pretty similar lines. Exaggerated in different ways, maybe."

"What concepts?"

"Well, the obvious. Dominant and submissive. Which are masculine and feminine in the general, grand scheme of things. But it varies greatly on an individual level. Like you."

"Me?"

"I'll get back to that.. All sorts of little variations are where it get's interesting. Brats, switches, dominatrices. A lot of broad stroke approximations of what individuals feel compelled by. Then there are related kinks that appear in the same culture. Humiliation, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding, debasement, pets, master/slave, daddy/daughter, mommy/baby.. It goes on."

"And I won't even get started on gender," he added.

"Alright," the virgin elf asked, "What about me?"

"Well, you won't know until you get some experience. I think you're complicated. You might be dominant. You might be dominant by default as a side-effect of something, maybe fear. Like fear of being vulnerable, as a wild, completely random example."

"You might be a switch," he continued, "Which is someone who might be dominant or submissive depending on their partner."

"Or, you might not like sex at all. You should let Lillie help you find out."

"You said she figured me out? You got it wrong?"

"I thought you might be a switch. Selene is."

"So, she's submissive with you? Dominant with Lyn?"

"And others, yes. And even if Lillie is right, it doesn't mean I'm wrong. Maybe if you got over a fear, for example, you wouldn't be opposed to being submissive at times. I know you're attracted to me, Keira. You're afraid of being vulnerable, or out of control. That's just my take. Lillie's is easier."

"Which is?"

"That you will be comfortable being a dom, and the reason doesn't matter - but she does think you have a reason. She's the one that gave me that perspective. Whether you're a switch or whatever doesn't matter to her."

"All these labels."

'You're absolutely right. We're not Areisian, for one thing. I guess I found it interesting back in the day, before I even knew I was dominant. None of it is so easily-defined as those labels and categories. Personally, I think almost all of that stuff is ultimately about masculinity and femininity, manifesting in different kinks, sometimes convoluted ones."

"In any case," the barbarian continued, "I think she might be good for you. She is a brat, but her mischievousness is buried right now. For now she wants to show you how to take control of her. Guide your dominance. So you can learn how to make her feel good. Maybe you'll let her return the favor, if you get comfortable, but she won't push.

"This is making me incredibly horny, sir."

"And now we know you like sex, my gorgeous bodyguard. Someday I hope I'll see that for myself."

"I guess I should let it happen, with Lillie, I mean."

"Take her, captain. Make it happen. She wants you to do whatever you want to her, as long as it feels good. Don't be afraid to use your strength a little, gently dominate her. She loves that. Or be her mommy, maybe. Whatever. You guys will make it work."

"I will, then."

"Good, I have watch for four hours, so take your time."

"I- I don't think I would mind if you.. watched, sir?"

The barbarian didn't want to lie, but he was going to anyway. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking a peek, but he didn't want it to affect Keira's experience.

"Thank you. I want to. But this is about you and Lillie. Go make that little half-elf your bitch, captain."

"Y-yes sir."

A musical voice piped up from behind a cart, "Goddess finally!"

Jorgen chuckled, "Hello little one. Have fun. I love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

"... yes fold me yes deep deep yes mommy yes yes mommy so good don't stop don't stop mommmyy pleeeasee i.. i..."

Keira's gorgeous body was burned into the barbarian's brain.

Her powerful arms gripping Lillie's youthful thighs behind the knees, and pushing them down to her shoulders. She wetly devoured the folded tart's sweet little pussy. Keira's prone athletic form had been a vision. Her powerful ass flexing as it ground her own bare mound into the rough burlap below. And she had made their little half-elf scream.

He would treasure that memory. And knowing that his little brat's daddy issues were also mommy issues was a bonus.

An hour later, Jorgen had resumed his watch.

"Selene, can you hear me?"

He was trying to trigger his imprint. Like Lillie had done when she cried for help. But more gently, he hoped. The barbarian missed his princess.

"Princess. I miss you. I love you," he said internally, visualizing molten steel as he pushed his thoughts out.. somewhere.

But he felt nothing in response.

"Master?"

"Mistress?"

"Sorry, I thought I heard Jorgen. Get back to work."

"Yes mistress."

Lys went back to massaging warm lavender oil into the firm, naked flesh of Selene's absolutely perfect ass.

Jorgen had given Keira about four hours sleep. The lovers' tryst wasn't long, but it was a solid first effort on Keira's part. Lillie had come three times by his count. He didn't think Keira had come at all. Hopefully she would let the little brat explore her next time.

He did witness something important. Lillie had jumped at Keira playfully, and she ended up on top of the ranger captain. Keira froze, and the barbarian could see that she was holding back her instinct to fight or flee. Just like that, she was exposed. She felt a loss of control and.. she didn't panic, but she was paralyzed fighting that panic.

For all the barbarian knew, Selene might have done this to her. They had spent a lot of time sparring with each other. Very frustrating time on Keira's part, from what he had gathered. Selene always won, but Keira was incapable of giving up. And if they were wrestling.. Jorgen was picturing something that made a lot of sense, to him, anyway. He hoped that Selene didn't take advantage of Keira's fear. Something to keep an eye on, he decided.

Sticking his head into the girls tent, he whispered, "Keira."

"Oh thank the goddess. Here, pull me out, sir."

The moon had just set and the fire was low. Jorgen reached a big hand into the dark tent and felt Keira grip three fingers. He slowly pulled, getting the sense that he was pulling her out from under Lillie, who liked to sleep on top of people. Even people who do not like to be topped.

Keira rolled out and Jorgen caught her. She had soft skin. All over.

"No clothes?"

"I'm fine, sir."

"Were you pinned?"

"Uhhm. Yeah?"

"And you panicked."

"Yes.. Yes."

"It's alright now."

Keira pushed herself into Jorgen's massive embrace. The athletic elf was shorter than she seemed. Maybe five-seven, he thought. She felt small in his arms, but he felt her strength too. Remembering what had upset her, he very cautiously and gently wrapped her in his muscular arms. She didn't protest so he pulled her more tightly against his bulk, and kissed the top of her head.

"You're alright, beautiful," he soothed.

"Can you please make me cum, sir?"

The barbarian was more than a little surprised. Keira was in his massive arms, helpless, and she suddenly wanted him to give her an orgasm?

"You're not imprinting or something, are you? Your compulsion is holding strong?"

"Yes sir. I'm fine. I trust you, and I really need to come."

Jorgen could only chuckle and enjoy his afterlife.

"I would never deny my steadfast companion. Let's walk, the night is quiet - there's nothing to worry about out here."

Keira nodded, and Jorgen took her strong little hand in his much bigger one.

They headed towards the little tree by the small pool. He remembered it having a perfect branch.

"It's so warm," Keira quietly exclaimed, "I can't believe how comfortable I am naked suddenly."

Jorgen chuckled, "First time sex is like that. Changes everything, sometimes, anyway.. You don't masturbate?"

"Umm, no, sir. I sometimes do. For hours. I have trouble finding my own buttons."

A challenge, then.

"I am happy to give it a try. I'm going to be enjoying it too, is that alright? You know that I'm very attracted to you."

"I would feel weird if it were only about me."

"Good. I won't take away your control. Not unless you ask me to. Alright?"

"Y-yes. Thank you sir."

They found the small meadow Jorgen had slept in earlier. The tree had smooth bark and a Y-shaped branch at a height where Keira would be able to lean her ass and hang onto the branch with one arm.

"Here, the tree."

"Standing up? I could lay down.."

"And have me next to you, bigger than you?"

"I don't think I would.. well maybe. I feel safe with you, sir."

Keira was a beautiful, strong, independent elf with vulnerability issues. For her to feel safe in his arms was an honor, and it was arousing.

"That's a dangerous thing to say to a guy with a crush."

But Jorgen continued before she could reply.

"I think standing is the way to go. Why push your boundaries when you just need a nice release?"

"Yes sir. You make a good point."

"Come, let me guide you. Lean against the tree, sexy ranger."

He helped Keira position herself against the tree. She had her right arm wrapped around the near vertical branch, her butt supported in the soft bark of the crook, and her right foot touching the ground.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes sir, very. Thank you."

He thought he should give it a try.

"Good girl."

"Hmm? Wha?"

"Are you a good girl, Keira?"

"Y-yes sir!"

She was trembling, halfway to orgasm. Nobody was this lucky, Jorgen mused. That insane goddess had definitely added something to his 'good girl' powers.

"I'm going to touch you now, alright?"

"Could you.. take off your shirt, sir?"

Jorgen's huge cock was starting to strain his undershorts.

"Sure thing, beautiful," he said, pulling off his shirt.

"Goddess you're a monster," she breathed.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome, sir."

The barbarian's huge fingers hovered an inch from Keira's hip.

"Can I touch you?"

"Y-yes please."

Jorgen found her soft skin, and lightly traced the lines of her athletic hip and outer thigh.

He rumbled softly, "Good girl."

And with that, the champion of Aleisa struck again. Jorgen hoped being a sex god never got boring.

Because the lovely captain came. Her whole body shuddered. She cried out wordlessly then fell silent. She was shuddering and clamping her powerful thighs while Jorgen's hand still gently caressed her hip. He was ready to catch her, but her grip on the tree was steel.

Her breaths were coming in gasps.

"Breathe, ranger."

"How, sir? How did you.."

"Honestly Keira, I have no idea. I was thinking I'd go down on you for a while. Worship your goddess-like body... Want to hear something?"

"What?"

"Good girl."

Keira almost fell that time, but Jorgen caught her. She was riding the edge of another orgasm, straining and writhing in his arms, but she needed a push. He supported the athletic elf in his left arm while his right located her plump clit. Then he pushed on it with a huge finger pad, and let it roll around under the pressure, just a bit.

The gorgeous elf moaned and gasped, then cried out, and finally collapsed into the big man's gentle embrace. He lifted her and she curled into his chest, and then the tough, independent warrior passed out like a kitten.

Jorgen carried his elven bodyguard to the tent she shared with Lillie and rolled her in. He heard some groaning and shuffling, but they finally settled in. He wondered who ended up on top.

"Did you sleep daddy?"

Lillie climbed into the barbarian's lap with her eyes half open. The morning was quiet and cool, with some patches of wispy ground fog drifting up from the river. The sun was just breaking through the trees, painting the verdant summer landscape in a mix of cool shadows and hazy rays of warm golden light.

"I didn't," he replied, "I think I might doze in the cart today."

"Alright. Please take care of yourself daddy."

Then the sleepy half-elf whispered, "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course little one."

"I miss your huge cock so fucking bad right now."

Jorgen's laughter boomed out, ruining the morning's serene ambience.

"Daddy! I was being serious!"

"I know sweetheart. I love you. We can talk about my cock in Coldwater. I don't want us to scare people with all your screams."

"I don't scream," Lillie gasped, looking scandalized, "and look who's talking. That laugh woke people all the way in Coldwater."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

"Daddy!"

"Let's eat some breakfast."

"Right, more jerky," she complained.

"I know," he sighed, "Maybe you could go find some mushrooms or berries. It will be a little while before we're ready to move. But put on some clothes. Rashes are no fun."

"And take someone with you," he added.

"Yes, daddy."

The petite half-elf was adorable. And adorably naked.

Jorgen was starting to worry a little bit about their dynamic. She was taking the daddy thing too far, but he wasn't discouraging it. He probably should be. He also wondered if Lillie walking around naked, after her ordeal, was something to be concerned about, or just typical bratty behavior.

A sonorous elven voice interrupted the barbarian's thoughts, "Good morning, master."

"Laela, good morning, how did you sleep?"

"Well enough, thanks. Did you and Keira have a good time?"

Jorgen chuckled, "I think she had more fun with your daughter."

"That's quite the pair," the sorceress said, "I didn't think Keira would ever find someone."

"Well, she's just taking some first steps. Do you know Keira well?"

"Not well, but everyone in the village knows a little something about everyone else in the village. Such is the way of small-town elves."

Jorgen nodded, then said, "I notice that you haven't spent much time with Lillie."

"It's true," Laela admitted, "I think we've run out of easy things to talk about. I hope we can spend a little bit of time together every day. I abandoned her. I had my reasons, but none of them mattered to a little girl."

"She has mommy and daddy issues, that's for sure."

"Oh really?"

"Fine, pretend you hear nothing.. Anyway, time is the best way, you're right."

"Is it really going to be alright," Lillie's mother asked, "a half-elf in Westhaven?"

"Sure. The law as it stands is dumb. Elvish men, I agree that would be a problem. But women? Dumb. I won't be denied anything reasonable, and this is reasonable. More importantly, it's my family. I'd love to see Tiana get in-between me and my family."

"Westhaven is not just Tiana."

"It seems to me," Jorgen reasoned, "that she's very much in charge of Selani barony. And it's clear that change is afoot. I have faith that it will work out."

Laela raised an eyebrow, but Jorgen moved on and asked, "How long are elf pregnancies?"

"About nineteen months."

"Hmm. Interesting."

"Excited to be a new daddy?"

"Twice over," Jorgen said, rolling his eyes, "Your grandchild is going to have almost a full year on your new daughter."

Laela just smiled.

The barbarian changed the subject again, "When do you want to open a portal for the tenarei?"

"Are they, still? Tenarei, I mean," Leala asked, checking their surroundings.

"Unfortunately," he sighed, "I put a block on them leaving Westhaven. I either need to spend a lot of time on figuring out what to compel, or it's a dead end."

"I guess it's the imprinting that worked on me."

"Hmm. A combination I think. Your brains and bodies and souls are layers within layers of complications."

"Speaking of imprinting," Laela purred, sidling up to latch onto one of Jorgen's huge biceps, "I wouldn't mind some of my master's attention."

Jorgen chuckled, "Get in line, slutty elf. Maybe in Coldwater. We should be two days out."

"Yes master."

"Portal the tenarei then we'll get on the road."

"Yes master."

Jorgen had had enough of the "master " thing from Laela, but he didn't want to rock the boat with her. He wasn't sure she was entirely stable. And she was carrying his child.

They were on the road twenty minutes later. Siana and Eilae were in Westhaven, and hopefully Tiana would take care of that. Shit, Jorgen thought, he should have given them a note for Selene.

A couple hours later, Jorgen was bored and his thoughts were wandering. he had decided that we would pad one of the pools in the communal bath, and turn it into an oil pit. He would fix Keira by making her and Selene wrestle naked in oil until everything was worked out. Their rivalry, Keira's fears, Selene's childishness, all of it with one oil pit. It was brilliant.

"Daddy, are we there yet?"

"Shh, I'm thinking about important things, Lillie. We'll be there when we're there."

"Daaaaadyyyyy!"

"Kill me now," Jorgen thought. Kids were going to be exhausting. But Lillie was probably not a good model for that estimation.

"I would threaten spankings," the barbarian grumbled, "but everyone seems to enjoy them."

"Please spank me, daddy!"

"No. Not being spanked is your punishment."

"Awww..."

"You have three fucking mommies here, brat. Why aren't you bugging them?"

"Keira is hunting."

"With what?"

"She made a spear."

"Of course she did. And Laela?"

"Sleeping."

"That sounds nice."

Unfortunately, Elaine and Jorgen were driving and he was her captive audience of the hour. It occurred to him that the little bard probably performed at taverns to get her fill of attention. He regretted not searching the castle for her instrument.

"Come. Sit next to me."

"Yes daddy!"

"That's my lap."

"Yep, and that's your big cock," she replied, wiggling her butt.

"So," he started, "have you talked to any of them about.. what happened?"

Silence.

"You aren't going to be allowed to bottle it up forever, little one."

"Yes daddy," she pouted, "Daddy?"

"Lillie?"

Shifting the tone of their conversation, she asked, "Why did you fuck my mother?"

"You know what sweetcheeks," he shot back, "I want you to ask her that. And demand the absolute truth. If you do that, I'll tell you any details you want to know."

"Fine," Lillie huffed, "What about Selene?"

"What about Selene?"

"Why did you fuck her?"

Jorgen couldn't help but notice that Lillie's grinding on his cock sped up when she was asking about him fucking other women.

"Well, for one thing, she's gorgeous. And for another, she imprinted on me and she needed me. But most importantly, little one, I fell in love with her. Selene is an amazing elf."

Lillie went silent, but her little hips never stopped moving.

"Alright, fine," she finally whispered.

Hoping to head off any trouble, the barbarian said, "Don't decide on how you feel before you meet her. If you hate her, hate her because you met her and she's mean or something. Promise me."

"I promise, daddy."

"Good girl."

Lillie ground down on Jorgen's cock and moaned softly.

"I just washed these trousers."

"Sorry daddy."

"It's alright brat. You smell good anyway. Do you like hearing about me and other women?"

"Maybe," Lillie said, turning her head away.

"I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I could tell you what I did to your new 'mommy' Keira, since you couldn't get her off."

"WHAT!?," she shrieked, causing Jorgen to wince.

Recovering, he chuckled, "Maybe I'll tell you sometime."

"But.. but.."

"Love you, little one."

"I.. I love you too daddy," she sighed.

Chapter 32: The Trouble with Lillie, Part Two

Summary:

This one is short. There's a part three to Lillie's trauma arc, but the next chapter is an interlewd.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Trouble with Lillie, Part Two

Coldwater was a sight for sore eyes and a relief for sore backsides. And some frayed nerves as well.

The little town was just how Jorgen remembered it. It had been about two weeks since Jorgen was last here. Only two weeks. That was hard to grasp for the big man, whose life had changed so much in such a short time.

The barbarian had walked around for a couple of hours, the day before he left on The Starfish. Coldwater was an oversized fishing village with some light industry. He had counted two blacksmiths, two leatherworkers, three tailors or seamstresses, several carpenters and boatbuilders, and of course, netmakers. Plus the usual fishmonger, butcher, baker, general store, a public stable, and a combination townhall/imperial administration office, which were pretty common in towns this size.

The town occupied the south bank of the Moongel river, built on a small rise that sloped down towards the harbor and the sea. In addition to the stores and tradesmen, it had four inns and seven taverns, several warehouses, and a hodge-podge of houses and apartment buildings, where most of its seven thousand residents lived. One of those apartments was Lillie's, though they had decided to turn it over to Elaine.

The party split up. Keira and Laela went to secure accommodations for the night, and Jorgen, Lillie and Elaine drove the carts to the large public stable. He was able to acquire six months accommodation for the four oxen, plus storage for the two large carts, for two gold. That was the barbarian's parting gift to Lillie's aunt. He was down to twenty-two gold, he noted.

"Thank you big man, I really, truly appreciate it. I will dedicate myself to building a caravan company, and don't be surprised if it's named "Jorgen's Journeys."

He chuckled, "I probably won't be surprised, but I'd advise against it."

"Well, we'll see. You'll take good care of Lillie?"

"I will do my best. She's a mess, but I'll make sure she's surrounded by love and support."

"That's the best anyone could ask, and more. Thank you."

"Of course. I love the little brat."

Then the part-time whore said, "My legs are always open to you, gorgeous. Free of charge."

Jorgen laughed. "You start making more money on caravans than whoring, and I'll give you what you want, Elaine. How's that?"

"A challenge? I like that."

Lillie interrupted with more than a little snark, "Are you two done flirting?"

"Hmm," the big man rumbled, "There's just one more thing."

Then Jorgen bent down, cupped the back of Elaine's head, and gave her kiss on the lips.

"DADDY!"

Jorgen's booming laugh echoed through the streets of Coldwater.

The human woman smiled, "I'll see you soon, I hope."

"Goodbye, Elaine. And good luck. I mean it.

"You too, Jorgen. I love you little Lillie! I'm so proud of you!"

Lillie flung herself into her aunt's arms, and Jorgen gave them a few minutes to say goodbye.

As they walked away, the huge barbarian pulled his little elvish brat up to ride his torso like a toddler.

"I didn't get a kiss out of Keira the other night. Once I capture those lips, I'll have kissed all three of your mommies."

"And you call ME a brat!"

There was no way to avoid those little fists at this range. He took his lumps like a man.

"I'm just looking forward to you screaming 'mommy' to Selene. She's the one that'll make you squirm, you just watch."

"Yeah right. She's a skinny little elf with no tits and a little ass."

"Oh would you look who's talking?," he jabbed, then squeezed a tiny tit and a tiny ass.

"Besides, my slutty elf beats you in both marks. You win on adorable, mischievous and kinky. She's got you on tits, ass, muscles, height, and strength - the inside kind. You need that. Keira and Selene will be good for you, little one."

"What kind of fucking elf did you find," Lillie complained, "They're all supposed to be short little sticks!"

"That's their penises."

It was really nice to hear his little brat laugh.

"Alright, tell me more about Selene?"

"Sure, let's see.. Selene is passionate, idealistic, determined, loving, honest, confident, and gorgeous. She's a huntress and a tomboy and will be a leader someday. She's not afraid to use her body as a weapon. She's fast, agile and strong. She can fuck you hard, or beat the shit out of you, and she will never back down."

"Keira has her on pure physicality," Jorgen continued, "except for height and reach I guess, but I gather that the beatdowns that Selene delivered on Keira are part of the problems Keira has with intimacy. And Keira resents Selene's talent, I think."

"Dealing with that problem between the two of them is a special project for me," he added.

Lillie was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Fuck me hard, you say?"

"Selene's experienced with women. She's incredibly popular. You'll understand when you meet her. But guess what?"

"What, Daddy?"

"She knows all about you and she will take you under her wing and protect you with her life, and help you grow.. and get better, Lillie."

"Better?"

"You know what I'm talking about. Why don't we talk about it tonight? We can include Keira if you want? Share a bed and cuddle? Chase away the monsters together?"

"You're talking about the.. r-rape?"

"I am. You're bottling it up little one. You're not alright. I wish it weren't true, that we could just forget about it. But, you're becoming a little girl again, and that is not healthy."

"But I want to be your little girl," she whined.

"We can play that in bed, or wherever we're getting frisky. But it's not the way to live every day, little one."

"Then why are you so nice to me," Lillie snapped, "Maybe if you weren't such a good daddy I would be fine!"

"Do you believe that? Because I don't."

"Do I want you to leave me? Of course not. I'm just mad, daddy."

"Mad is good. Because that means you know what you're mad about. What happened. You should be mad. Just not at yourself."

"Or you," the little half-elf agreed, "I know. Or any of your other sluts."

"Are you included in that 'other'?"

"Daddy! Of course I am! Are YOU?"

Lillie felt Jorgen's laugh in her core.

"Yes, I am definitely a slutty human male, the bane of all elves. You'll have a whole new family of sluts now. A family you can trust. And be vulnerable with."

"But not weak."

"No. We need to turn weak to strong. And we will, little one."

"Can you just hug me, daddy?"

He did, and then they walked in silence for awhile. Jorgen was afraid. He hadn't been afraid since.. since Ania's last night. And now Lillie had been raped. She'd survived it, but not unscathed.

At least it had been quick and physically painless for Lillie. Jorgen thanked Freia when Ania died. No, he decided. Lillie would recover. It wasn't the same. But still, the big man was afraid. That's what he got for caring again, he thought. It turned out that his afterlife wasn't perfect.

Jorgen carried Lillie on his shoulders all the way to the inn. They got quite a few looks, but they ignored them.

"Are we there yet?"

"Being that this is our inn? Yes, we are there you little brat. How's that for you?"

Keira and Laela were having an ale in the inn's common room. None of the humans had shown any suspicion towards two elves, but quite a few men had been undressing them with their eyes. Elaine had assured them that there were half-elves that looked nearly full-blooded, and that nobody would hassle them. She hadn't mentioned the lusty men.

"I never thought I would be in a roomful of humans like this," Keira said, "or if I was, I guess I assumed that I would be some slutty, fallen tenarei, like the memories."

She added, "No offense, Laela. Sorry."

"It's alright. As a tenarei - a former tenarei, I think - I'm as surprised as you are. I was ruined for elves before I was even born, but I never thought I would be ruined for human men. Then again, I never thought I would imprint again, either."

"I'm not imprinted," the blonde captain said, "but I feel nothing either. His command.. This loyalty I feel towards him. It's like no other males even exist. I don't even like their smell."

Laela nodded in agreement, then said, "Even the most masculine of the old kings didn't affect elves so profoundly. You probably know that my experience of the memories is particularly visceral?"

Keira nodded, so Laela continued, "I have ancestors that knew some of the kings personally. And I've never felt anything like this."

"I love it. I feel complete when I'm in his presence."

"Me too. And goddess, he's so fucking gorgeous."

"He is divine," Keira agreed, "A golden god, of sex and masculinity. Elves will pray to him one day, mark my words."

"I hope she's alright," Keira said. The two elves were on their second glass of wine.

Laela was flushed, and replied in a sarcastic drawl, "You would know better, captain. You've been intimate with my daughter. I can't connect with her at all. So tell me, is she going to be alright?"

Keira was still sober, and ignored her tone, "Not without help. I know that Jorgen will do his part, but he can't do it alone. That's why he wants to get his whole family together. To support each other."

"Are you part of Jorgen's family, Keira? With Selene, Lys, Lyn, Lillie? Are you his bodyguard? Or more?"

Keira sighed, "I am part of his family. I don't know where it's going though. I worship him, but I don't really know what to do with that. And he is attracted to me too. He can't hide it. Just like he can't hide that fucking cock," she added with a smirk, "But I have a problem with.. intimacy, I guess.. Jorgen wants to help."

"The big man is up to the task, of that I am sure. He's a fucking god."

The ranger captain switched topics, "One room, two beds. Who sleeps where?"

The sorceress thought for a moment, then said, "I would like to sleep with my daughter tonight. Maybe I can help her. I'm her mother, after all. You could sleep in Jorgen's bed."

"I am not afraid to do that, if that's what you mean. And I agree some time with your daughter tonight might help her."

"We'll have to separate them," Laela warned, "You know this 'daddy' thing is getting out of hand, right?"

"Yes," Keira admitted, "but she is doing it with 'mommy' too. Not to make any particular point. Part of the problem is that your daughter is sex on a stick."

Laela was about to reply when musical laughter rang out from the entrance hall.

"And there she is."

Jorgen carried the amorous little half-elf into the common room. She was writhing shamelessly in his arms, half moaning, half giggling.

Keira just gestured at the two lovers. "See? Sex on a massive hunk of a barbarian."

The barbarian in question strode over to the two elves and set Lillie down. She skipped over to Keira and gave her a sweet hug. Then did the same with her mother.

"I'll give you guys a moment," he said, and headed towards the bar.

Lillie sat down and beamed at the two elves.

"Are you okay?" asked Laela.

The half-elf's smile faltered, "I'm fine. It wasn't that bad."

"Sweetie. That's not what we're asking. We want you to be able to tell us the truth."

"The truth," Lille snarled, "That it hurt and felt awful and I was scared and confused and mad? That it was actually pretty horrible? Fine. That's the truth."

Laela replied with affection, in a maternal tone that was ruined only by the fact that she and her daughter looked like sisters.

"That's a good start, sweetie. Let's talk about it.. Actually, no, I want you to sleep with me tonight and we can whisper about what happened. Your mother might know some things," Laela teased, "she is a wise elven sorceress after all."

Lillie snorted at that, but her adorable smile had returned.

"I'll share with Jorgen, no problem," Keira offered.

Laela said, "Good, we're agreed. Consensus is what elven women do when we're at our best."

"Now, who's hungry?" asked Keira.

"I am. But mostly I want an ale."

"Alright, one ale for the elvish sex kitten. In fact, it looks like Jorgen read your mind.'"

"How are we?," said the big barbarian, carrying two glasses of wine, and two mugs of ale. He set the drinks in front of the women then sat down, causing his chair to creak.

"We're doing better," Laela said, "And, I want to thank you, master, for taking such good care of Lillie."

"Enough with the 'master' talk," Jorgen commanded, "At least in public."

Lillie cut in, "I'm alright. Mother is going to sleep with me tonight."

"Yeah? I think that is wise. A girl needs her mother sometimes."

Laela smiled at Jorgen, then her daughter, "I have a lot of catching up to do on that front, but I will give it my all."

"So, how are you, sir?," asked Keira.

"Looking forward to a real bed, captain."

"About that, sir," she said, blushing a little, "There was one room available, for a family. Two beds, one big, one normal. So I'm with you."

"Lillie, are you okay with that?"

"Yep," the little bard chirped.

Then she leaned forward and whispered, "I'd like your cock inside me tonight, daddy. But I think mother's right. Maybe.. Maybe we can talk about it.. the thing."

"Good girl," the barbarian rumbled.

Keira's breath caught and she watched as Lillie shuddered. The petite half-elf looked up at Jorgen with so much lust that Keira's underwear became soaked. 'Good girl,' she thought.

"Yes, Lillie," Keira said in a rich, husky voice. "Good girl."

Lillie closed her eyes and gripped the table, moaning softly.

"Fuck," Keira breathed, "that was hot."

The barbarian grinned, "Good girl."

Keira could see Lillie's legs were trembling. She looked like she was melting into the chair.

"Are you two seriously giving my daughter an orgasm right in front of me?'

Jorgen, ever humble, said, "Everyone around me has orgasms, usually I don't even have to try. Often there's an audience. And since my little brat is being such a good girl.."

Lillie's head dropped to the table and she moaned loudly. Keira could smell her release, and her own arousal.

"That is true," the captain volunteered, never taking her eyes from the adorable half-elf, who was still quivering.

Finally she looked around and saw several eyes on them. Jorgen noticed too. The barbarian looked around, capturing gazes and baring his teeth in a wicked grin. Suddenly, all the humans in the room found had something interesting in the bottom of their ales, or in their bowls of stew.

He spoke, as if nothing had happened, "I admit that my afterlife in Selani Village is a little uninhibited. Alright no, that's understating it.. It's a constant struggle to keep my days from becoming a constant orgy. I think I'm doing well, all things considered."

Keira shuddered. "I'm sleeping with him tonight," she thought. Still coming to terms with her own sexuality, she decided that she would push her boundaries. The gentle barbarian made her feel beyond safe. It was freeing.

Laela interrupted Keira's thoughts, "I'll have to hear more about that later. Now, where were we?"

"We were trying to catch up with you, mommy," Lillie said, and tipped back her ale.

"Oh? I thought Keira was 'mommy.' At least that's what you were screaming from her tent the other night."

Keira blushed.

"Whatever, you're mommy too," said Lillie. "now drink!"

"Fine. To my daughter."

A flirtatious barmaid brought them some food, and more drinks, and Lillie regaled them with with the story of an elven huntress who tamed a dragon. She said it was better with music.

Chapter 33: Keira

Summary:

LMK what you think of this chapter. I was playing around with POV switches.

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Keira

The party finished a last round and headed up to their room, Laela and Lillie would be together in one bed, and Keira and Jorgen together in the other.

"Captain, do you know how beautiful you are?"

Jorgen and Keira hung back in the hallway while Lillie and Laela fiddled with the door. He was apparently feeling his five ales. He wasn't quite slurring, but his voice was a deep, husky drawl.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, "you are too."

The elven ranger was feeling a little warm herself. She had finished four glasses of surprisingly good human wine, and her thoughts were wandering.

She was currently working on a plan to get the barbarian's cock inside her. She wanted to be on top. Maybe if he was asleep... If anyone would understand why, and accept her doing something strange, it would be him. She could ride his face, maybe? What would his fur feel like? He would wake up for sure, and he would be hard, and she could just slide right down and ride his cock. She could do this. She was a captain of the elven rangers. Surely she could handle an.. absolutely enormous barbarian cock. Her pussy clenched and she began to sweat.

"You look like you're thinking hard about something," Jorgen rumbled, as he set his gear down.

"Oh no, it's nothing, sir. We should get ready for bed."

"Hmm. I was thinking I might check out the baths before bed. They have five tubs. A silver for an hour. You know I can't pass up a bath."

"Oh, that sounds really nice actually. Do you mind if I join you? We haven't bathed in days."

"Sure, I've already seen you naked. Have you seen me? I can't remember."

"Sir, I've seen every detail of your cock through those stupid tights," she blurted, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

Jorgen chuckled deeply, ignoring the elf's embarrassment, "Why in the fuck do elves insist on wearing those things? So inorei can show off their tiny dicks?"

Keira almost pissed herself holding in her laughter. Her blue eyes twinkled as she responded, "And even so, they're nearly invisible."

The barbarian grinned at that.

"Bath?"

"Bath."

Jorgen paid a maid two silvers and got two towels. The baths were in a steamy cellar. Five big copper tubs, and nobody else was there.

Keira and Jorgen took adjacent baths, and took about five minutes in comfortable silence to fill them. There were two taps, one from a cool water tank, and another from a hot water tank. The barbarian was impressed.

Finally satisfied, he started to strip, until he noticed Keira's face. What was that, he wondered. Embarrassment?

"You don't have to look away, Keira."

"Could I.. could you do something for me, Jorgen?"

"Name it."

"Will you let me do anything to you, sir? Could you stand on a stool? And not move? I want to get comfortable with your body."

"Hmm. I don't see why not... Get settled in to your bath first. And let me watch you undress."

"Right," said Keira. She was blushing again. Jorgen decided that pink was lovely on the beautiful and usually stoic elf.

The elf turned to face away from Jorgen, and began to remove her ranger casual gear, moving slowly for his benefit. The big man felt his cock swell as Keira revealed her lean, powerful muscles. She was gracefully athletic, with soft curves in just the right spots to make her strength a very feminine thing. He'd seen this elf's profound physical perfection under moonlight. Now he devoured every inch in the warm glow of the cellar, lit by dozens of candles, and a fire under the hot water tank.

Her shoulders were defined and just slightly broader than a typical, slender elven female. He enjoyed her skin glistening in the firelight, all down her long, lithe sides and back. A sculptor could never do better. Her leanly-muscled arms came next, then her hands, dexterous and strong. As she stepped out of her shorts, Jorgen traced the erotic lines of her shapely calves and athletic thighs. Then his eyes found Keira's meaty ass. Its toned cheeks were nicely rounded; not quite hard, but not entirely soft. There was flesh enough to grab a good handful.

The gorgeous ranger captain had no boyish figure. She had curves, some were soft and feminine, others showed the warrior for what she was.

Keira turned around. Jorgen feasted on the sight of the elf's perky breasts, with thick pink nipples on small aureoles. Almost a handful, for an Areisian man. Her abs didn't ripple with muscle, but they were clearly visible, adding their subtle lines to those of her toned waist and the pleasing triangle of her lower abs, leading from the crests of her hips to her bare mound. The captain's hips flared gently, transitioning gracefully to her lithe, athletic thighs, completing the picture of elven physical perfection. Then Keira spread her legs and rolled her hips, thrusting her mound forward. Its smooth skin parted for the hood of her plump clit. Jorgen traced down to her pink inner lips, glistening, just barely peeking out from her pale, smooth outer lips.

"Perfect," the barbarian rumbled, and his voice was husky with desire, "I'm ready for whatever you have in mind."

Keira didn't say anything, but she stepped gracefully into her tub, dropped down, and reclined with her arms draped along the rim of the tub. She sighed decadently and Jorgen watched as her demeanor shifted into something almost imperious. He thought she was taking on a role that put her in control. He was fine with that.

"Bring that footstool over here, where I can see every bit of you. Then stand on it, and strip slowly."

The barbarian complied, and she watched him like he had watched her.

He started by untying the laces on his boots, and then taking them off. The ranger couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous purple socks. They had been a gift from Tisia. He took those off too.

Next, the massive human unlaced his well-used traveling shirt and pulled it off, revealing an expanse of glistening, golden muscles. He had the sun-kissed flesh of a god, lightly accentuated in soft blonde fur.

Goddess, those pecs, she thought. He was so, so much bigger than other human men, like a huge warhorse, or a massive golden lion in his prime. She could see every ripple and bulge. He was the physical ideal of masculine power.

Keira could not look away. Every time she saw Jorgen like this, she felt a twinge of pity for male elves, not to mention inorei. But she couldn't really bring herself to care. She was an elf. She was built to worship this man. Her king.

Keira's breath caught in her throat as the gorgeous barbarian moved his massive hands to the waistband of his trousers. She knew she was gushing into the hot bath. Her body was coming alive with new sensations. Goosebumps dotted her arms, and shocks of lightning raced from her neck all the way down her spine. And she felt a yearning emptiness in her core. When she rubbed her thighs together, she could feel her slick channel inside. It was all so sensitive and fluttery down there, she didn't know what was what. She didn't understand her own body. Jorgen had made her come with a touch the other night, when she couldn't get herself off for an hour of trying.

But looking at him, the great masculine mass of him, she saw her answer. He was made to make elves come. Pure, overwhelming masculinity.

She waited with baited breath as he teased her. His hands hadn't moved from his waistband.

Keira's tone was no longer proud and imperious when she breathily asked, "Please let me see, sir. All of you. I want to worship you."

Jorgen knew that he shouldn't respond. The ground rules made her safe. Just strip. Be sexy, but don't react.

But he couldn't help himself, and he was smirking a little when he said, "Of course, captain."

With that, the barbarian slid his thumbs under the waistband of his pants, and tugged them down. Keira's jaw dropped at the sight of his enormous, erect cock, and she gasped when it slapped against his belly.

She moaned softly when he grabbed it, and slowly stroked himself, up and down.

"Stop, sir, please? Just stand still for now."

Jorgen nodded, and dropped his hands to his sides.

She started with the golden fur trailing from his impossibly sculpted abs, down into the soft curls of his sex. She wanted to grip them, to sniff everything. To rub her face in his masculine musk like a dirty, slutty elf.

Keira avoided focusing on the beast, for the moment, and looked instead to the lines of his hipbones, down to his powerful thighs, like the trunks of ancient trees. She wanted to straddle one, to ride it until she was sore.

Then her eyes locked onto the barbarian's large, beautiful testicles, the size of plums, maybe small apples, secured in a tight scrotum that seemed unaffected by gravity. They were large but didn't hang too low. Keira liked that. It accentuated the size of something else, for one thing.

And it was like she could feel the vital, virile power there. His life energy. She wanted to rub her face on them, and smell them. To taste the sweat and sex in the creases of his ball sack. To lick them. To worship them.

Finally Keira took a deep breath, and let her gaze shift to the great barbarian's great cock. She exhaled with a needy whimper.

"I feel like it's going to eat me alive," she said, her voice was rich and husky with desire, "Sir.. do you have any idea how big your cock is?"

Grinning, the big man answered in earnest, not bothering to hide his pride, "In fact, a lovely young scout named Astra insisted on measuring it. You would like her, I think. Anyway, eleven inches long, with an eight-inch girth. She was determined to take it all, but passed out at about half."

"Elves are amazing," Jorgen continued, his cock throbbing as he rambled on about his favorite subject "The entrance to your wombs, your cervixes. It's like they sense my size. I can feel them soften against my head. And I thrust, and thrust, and that cervix teases the tip of my cock. Kisses it, sucks it, then runs deeper into your bodies. I have to fight to stretch the tightness of your channel just so I can chase its kiss deeper. Finally, it seems to sense that I'm almost hilted, and lets me catch it. Then it latches on, and suckles. Or it tries to, because I begin to thrust then, but each time I bottom out, elven cervix and human cock head meld into one. It's my favorite feeling in the world."

Keira nodded in absent wonder. And studied it, the massive throbbing cock that would change her forever. She knew it would, if she ever worked up the courage. Her mind started to whirl as her perception of the world shrank down to her god's cock.

The shaft, how could anything be that thick, that meaty, that veiny, that long, that fucking huge? Her mouth watered and she pictured herself before the giant man, on her knees.

And the head, the thick ridge, the brutal flare, the fleshy, hefty, meaty weight of it. Goddess, she thought, it was beautiful. It was a work of art.

Its fat, rounded tip. How could she take that? It was as big as her whole pussy, she thought.

Keira's clit throbbed. She felt her womb, its presence inside her. How had she never noticed it before? It was as if it were alive, throbbing with need. She was not in control of this feeling. Her body, her womb, needed him.

The barbarian saw the need in the gorgeous elf's eyes, and a little fear.

"Can I step down, Keira?"

She shook her head. "Please, let me get used to you."

Jorgen didn't move. He waited. He was a patient man.

"You are magnificent," the elf breathed, "Goddess, I can't look away. You are.. a perfect male. My body.. feels so strange, like a new part of me is awakening. I think it's my womb. My little elven womb is hungry for your seed, Jorgen.

"We both know you're not quite ready, captain," he rumbled. But her words had his heart pounding at the thought.

"Yes, I mean no, you're right, sir. You can step down.. Can you come just in range of my hands? So I can touch your thighs, or your abs, or maybe.."

"Sure."

The barbarian moved slowly towards the breathless elf.

Keira reached out and touched his thigh, and ran her fingers over its massive quadriceps, and down to the thick muscle of his calf. His legs were so solid that if it weren't for the heat and softness of his flesh, she would think he was a statue of a god.

Then she moved to his hip, and traced his iliac crest, and over the sculpted, rippling muscles of his abdomen.

"A little closer, sir."

Jorgen complied.

She caressed his belly, and her breath quickened when his cock pulsed, bouncing heavily against her wrist.

She couldn't not touch and explore it.

"I wish you were soft, sir. I want to feel that first."

"Hmm. I think I can actually do that. I just have to focus on this blessing thing.."

Jorgen stood still, and closed his eyes. He had found that bright spot while he stood watch the other night, but it wasn't natural for him, yet.

Keira studied his throbbing length while she waited. Then the throbbing lessened, and it started to droop under its weight.

First the massive thing pointed at her, and she could see precum glistening from his large slit. Looking at it, she just knew that Jorgen could come enough to drown her.

Then it started to curve downward. The obvious weight of it was almost as intimidating as the erection had been. Almost. It looked softer now, but still so fucking huge.

"There. That's about as soft as it gets without being shrunken by cold water."

"It hangs halfway down your thigh! I always thought you were half-hard in those tights."

"No.. when that happens it creates the tent that I know you've seen."

"It's still at least nine inches long! And so fucking thick, sir.. I want.. I think I'm ready. A little closer please, sir?"

Jorgen stepped forward, and the head of his cock was right there. The ranger brushed it with the back of her fingernails first. It twitched! So heavily. Goddess. She reached out, and lightly traced her dexterous fingers up and down the center of his shaft, and then along the downward curving sides of his cock. His HUGE soft cock.

Keira leaned forward, so her fingers could reach up to the base of his massive shaft, and she ran her fingers through his soft, human curls. She gripped them gently between her fingers, then tightly, and even pulled a little. The barbarian didn't complain. He was so good to her.

Then Keira noticed her palm was resting on the base of his shaft. She worked up her courage, spun her hand, and wrapped her fingers... not even close to encircling it. Soft. Goddess.

She hadn't touched his head yet. Her fingers loosely encircled, as far as they could, his warm, softly pulsing shaft, and she began to move her hand down, tracing the insides of her fingers and palm over his thick length.

And then she was there. The thick helmet, the ridge, flaring out brutally. Like it was built to massage her channel. As if she would know what that felt like. But memories that seemed abstract before were coming to life now. She knew that this man-cock flared so that it would scoop out any unworthy leavings, and fill her womb with his own virile seed. Keira breathed out a moan.

Her fingers never stopped exploring. She delicately traced the thick, spongy ridges of his head, feeling his cock twitching under her touch. And the slit, despite being soft was leaking precum. He was growing again, she noticed with a little apprehension. She smeared the slimy fluid across his tip, and he chuffed, like the big lion god he was.

"That felt good?"

"Yes," he growled.

She brought her finger to her nose, and almost came from his masculine scent. Then she tasted it, and her senses exploded with pleasure as she experience a sharp, intense orgasm. She recovered to find Jorgen's cock had grown, and lifted visibly with every beat of his heart.

"Its growing again."

"Yeah, it's waking up. You're hard to ignore, Keira. I'm still working on controlling it."

"Your cock looks like a beast, and behaves like one?"

"Yes."

"It's going to get hard again now?"

"Yes."

"Then let's see."

Jorgen closed his eyes again.

Keira pulled her hand away, and waited. The barbarian's tumescent length began to harden again, and she could see the blood pumping into it. Her pussy throbbed as she watched, and her womb felt empty and needy.

Jorgen's beast rose to its full glory, and the elf reached out again. With the back of her fingers, she stroked up and down the veiny shaft, and felt him grow even harder under her touch.

"Eleven inches," she said in wonder, "How does it ever fit?"

Jorgen chuckled, "Something I heard once, had to do with elven whores and wine bottles."

Keira responded with a wry smile.

"Do tell," she said, still lightly stroking.

"Well the long and short of it: Elves are stretchy. Both wide and deep. Which really makes the tragedy of small elfin cocks that much sadder. Why would the primordials design a nubile, resilient female form that can take my monster, then give elven males and inorei tiny pricks? It's like they wanted humans to fuck your people to extinction. It is truly tragic."

Keira never stopped sliding her nails up and down the barbarian's massive length, but her eyes sparkled as she teased, "But not so tragic that you can't enjoy it.. Humiliation, was it, sir?"

"Yes," he growled, and a stream of precum coated Keira's fingers.

The big man took a deep breath, then explained, "I find it arousing. The size difference, the emasculation, the humiliation.. But that's on a personal level. What it's done to your people is terrible. But, there is no undoing it, so maybe my kink has a part to play in what comes next for the elves. That's why I'm on this quest for Aleisa.. Selene is the only other person I've said this much to."

Keira replied, not taking her intense blue eyes, or her fingers, off the slick, fleshy head of Jorgen's rigid cock. More precum streamed out between her fingertips as they played over his slit.

"Why do you want me to know, sir?"

"Because you will stand by my side, Keira."

The elf froze at the steel in barbarian's deep voice, and her hand fell away from his cock.

"Not Selene?," she finally managed.

"Different things. Selene will be your queen, I really believe that. She'll have followers and business of state, or who knows what else. I won't hold her back, just like she won't hold me back. Her leadership is going to be really important to your people, but you.. You're a competent, powerful, brilliant presence. You're fundamentally good, kind, and beautiful - inside and out. I want you next to me every step of the way, Keira. That's why. You're a paragon of your people. But I'm selfish and I want you at my side."

Their gazes locked. Blue met blue. They would never be apart, Keira realized.

"Bath time," the big man said, interrupting her profound realization.

Keira reached up to grab a hold of the big man's cock, but he turned away, slipping from her fingers. She never got to hold him hard! To squeeze it! Asshole!

The elf groaned, and collapsed back into her still-warm bath. Jorgen ignored her as he rinsed off with a bucket and stepped into his own tub.

And so the pair enjoyed a few minutes in silence. Finally they got out. Neither stared this time, keeping the casual relaxation they'd enjoyed while they soaked. But Keira's nipples were still rock hard and her pussy was still dripping. She did her best not to notice it, or glance at the naked barbarian while they dried themselves. She wasn't entirely successful.

Finally they donned some large towels. Jorgen had to hold his together at the waist with a large swath of hip and thigh exposed. Keira just wrapped hers around her modest breasts. It was as big as a tunic on her.

The big man led them up the stairs and down the short hallway to their room. They passed one maid, and Keira enjoyed watching her try to avert her eyes from Jorgen's exposed.. well, all of it.

The room was dark when they entered, so they moved as quietly as possible. Keira knew that the barbarian slept naked at home, and she forced herself to remain calm, and followed his lead when he dropped his towel on the floor, then rolled into the large bed. It was warm in the room and they didn't even need a sheet.

The elf laid back on a soft pillow, folding her hands over her abs. She let her legs spread comfortably and enjoyed the feel of the air over her nude skin. Her arousal hadn't diminished. She was throbbing in her core.

There were a few inches between their shoulders, and between their toes. She felt his heat. And now that they were out of the bath, she was immersed in his scent. Keira knew that if she was not under Jorgen's gentle compulsion, she would imprint right now from that scent. It felt like.. home.

She felt so safe in this bed, with another person. Even sleeping with Lillie was hard for Keira. But this was a male, a human, and not just a little Areisian, or a dark northerner. No, she lay next to the massive pinnacle of the already terrifying human species. He was all that had destroyed the elves, and he might be the only one that could save them. It was beautiful to watch him try, either way.

Jorgen could certainly destroy Keira she knew. She would be helpless against him. Maybe that's exactly what she was planning to let him do. Maybe she was insane. Maybe every elf was insane. Maybe that's what the downfall did; made them all insane.

The elf didn't care.

Then she heard the big man's breathing slow. Was she going to do this? Yes.

Keira rolled to face him. She was awash in his masculine pheromones. They were almost overwhelming now, and her nostrils flared. Her sensitive elven nose was inches from the massive human's bare skin.

She reached out her hand, passing over his huge biceps, and rested her palm lightly on the barbarian's chest. She marveled at the mountain of muscle and flesh, as it slowly rose and fell under her hand. She could feel the steady rhythm of his massive heart. She sensed near-limitless power there.

Her own heart raced in excitement. Keira was unstoppable once she made up her mind about something. The deed was as good as done.

The athletic elven ranger exerted her powerful core. It lifted her in a single graceful movement that ended in a wide stance, her feet on either side of the barbarian's massive torso.

The elf shifted into position and bent her knees. Her hips descended slowly towards her target. Her dripping, engorged folds finally made contact, with the gentlest touch. She was perfectly centered on the man's mouth. Her lips just barely grazing his own. Keira could feel arousal drip onto them. His soft beard tickled her hairless lips and her inner thighs.

And then she pressed down to steal a kiss of the most intimate kind imaginable. Goddess it was intense.

Jorgen was aware, if not awake, but he didn't feel any cause for alarm. He let himself simply experience Keira's exploration in his semi-conscious state. He did kiss her back, gently, and enjoyed the taste of her slick arousal.

The ranger started to roll her hips. She could feel the breath from Jorgen's nose on her engorged clit. Her powerful body moved with feline grace as she kept her lips lightly caressing, up and down the length of her sex - her clit tapping the tip of his nose was electrifying - then back and forth across his mouth, coating his lips and his beard with her arousal.

She lowered herself a little more. Her lips pressing gently onto his now. She was in heaven. She pressed down just a little harder. She felt like she could come so easily, something that was usually so difficult for her. She rolled her hips a little more urgently.

And Jorgen seemed to respond instinctively to her need.

Keira felt him. His lips parting, his tongue moving against her folds. Goddess. It was happening.

She felt her sex being spread open, and she pressed herself down harder. A tongue, thick and long and muscular, was suddenly thrust into her core. Keira screamed. Her piercing cry woke everyone the room.

A man was inside her.

The taste of blood brought Jorgen to his senses. He had torn through Keira's hymen with his tongue. He thought quickly and gripped the panicking elf's hips, then pulled her back down with irresistible strength. That pain wouldn't be the thing she remembered about this experience. She would come all over his face, or he wasn't the champion of the goddess of sex.

Keira couldn't fight it anymore, and didn't want to. She collapsed over his head, catching herself on the wall above them. She dropped her forehead against the cool surface and surrendered to the experience. Jorgen sucked her lips and her clit into his large mouth. He devoured her entire elven pussy. He thrust his tongue as deep as he could reach. Keira was no longer a virgin. His powerful tongue was bigger than half the cocks on Athea.

The rush of sensations was all she could take. She exploded, her body spasming, her pussy clenching around the barbarian's invading tongue, her juices gushing into his mouth, her clit throbbing. Wave after wave of ecstasy shook her.

Keira moaned as her eyes rolled back, and she began to slide down the wall. She left a trail of drool. But Jorgen caught her, and effortlessly pulled the lithe elf down into his embrace. Still her orgasm continued, hips shaking as her clit continued to throb.

The barbarian's hand caressed down her quivering abs. He knew Keira's body better than she did. He manipulated her prominent button with patience and experience and talent and the perfect application of strength. The orgasm lasted longer than she had ever imagined possible.

When it finally faded, Keira had somehow avoided passing out. Then she noticed that she felt utterly safe. Even though.. no, because she was wrapped in the man's massive embrace. Surrounded in his heat and musk. Keira wasn't panicking, she wasn't even scared. She had been sure that she would be when she finally ended up like this. Small, vulnerable, enclosed in massive, muscular flesh. But Jorgen just held her trembling body and stroked her hair. She sighed into his embrace.

Keira wouldn't fight it anymore. She had faced her fears and beyond them she had found her home. She was his.

The elf drifted off in Jorgen's huge, comforting arms.

"Good job, daddy," was the last thing Keira heard, from across the room.

Chapter 34: The Trouble with Lillie, Part Three

Summary:

This is a long chapter, and took me days to edit. I've basically rewritten it twice. Let me know if you find anything jarring.

There's some new art on my free : /nonsequiter

Chapter Text

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Trouble with Lillie, Part Three

Keira, Laela and Lillie sat down to an early breakfast. Keira was feeling pretty sore, but couldn't wipe the tiny smile from her face.

"So, that was impressive," Laela opened, causing Keira to blush.

"You're blushing," Lillie helpfully pointed out.

"I do not blush. I am a captain of the elven rangers."

The bratty half-elf giggled and Keira's blush spread.

"Leave captain Keira alone, daughter. You have no grounds to tease anyone about the effect our barbarian has on elves. Or half-elves, in your case."

Keira smiled gratefully at the sorceress, and Lillie was interrupted before she could object.

Jorgen's voice boomed from the stairs, "Good morning, ladies."

Keira sighed in relief. She knew the big man was rescuing her from her obvious discomfort. The little elvish girl turned around, beaming.

"Good morning, daddy," Lillie gushed.

"Morning, sir," Keira joined in, and Jorgen winked at the beautiful captain as he strode by their table.

He headed straight to the bar, where the inn had set out large platters of food for guests to serve themselves. The platters were thick and heated by small oil burners. The whole setup reminded him of the army.

"The conquering hero awakes," teased Laela, as the barbarian made his way to their table.

Keira glared at Laela, and Jorgen saw her adorable blush return. The big man came up beside his gorgeous bodyguard and placed a massive hand on her shoulder, and squeezed gently. She let out a sigh and her face relaxed into an almost dopey smile.

"Don't worry captain," Jorgen said, "It was your first time, in a way at least. You're allowed to be a little distracted this morning. Nobody here is judging."

"Thank you, sir," she said with a grateful smile as the big man sat down.

"You should have seen this brat,' he continued, nodding towards the suddenly bashful half-elf, "on the morning after our first time. She was like a spring lamb, bouncing around foolishly."

"Daddy!"

"And I won't even get started on Laela. If anyone should be embarrassed..."

"Master, please," she pleaded.

The big man just chuckled as he dug into his massive pile of eggs and sausages.

"What are our plans for the day, sir?"

"Hmm," he rumbled, swallowing a bite and wiping his beard, "I think we will be in Coldwater until tomorrow, at least, maybe longer. So I suggest we split up while I run errands."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"My first stop is the tailor," the barbarian continued, "Actually, here's a question for my elves: I saw some small swords and daggers at the market at Selani, but I haven't seen any sign of a blacksmith. Truth be told, I've been enjoying my afterlife without a sword. But I felt pretty fucking naked when we went through Laela's portal. I was unarmed and unarmored, except for a knife."

"So," he finished, "I assume I can get some leather armor made in the village. I've seen quite a few newly-crafted pieces at the market on Ruitan. But what about a greatsword?"

Keira's casual countenance was replaced by the serious ranger with a keen interest in weapons.

"What happened to your weapon, sir?"

Jorgen chuckled, "It sank with The Starfish. It was a nice sword too. The army blacksmith in Eastwatch had learned what I wanted in a sword. After the first seven or eight replacements."

"The Starfish?," Keira asked.

"Oh, right. The boat I used to invade elven lands."

"You do seem to have conquered us," Laela commented.

Keira rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide her amusement, "Sir, those 'small' swords you saw were probably elven longswords. Most of them would have been made in Esterias, or in Felsetemar."

She added, "It shouldn't be a problem to have some very large ranger armor made in Selani Village. Since you seem to like the style, sir."

Jorgen winked at the gorgeous ranger captain, then asked, "Esterias?"

"It's the biggest town, almost a city, in northwest Westhaven. It sits on a deep harbor near the border with Areis. Most of our navy is based there. You should have passed by it on your way south, sir. Thinking about it now, it's strange that you weren't intercepted."

"Right, of course the elves would have a navy. It's maybe not so strange that I didn't encounter them," the barbarian reasoned, "The Starfish was probably sunk before she even entered elven waters. I don't remember a thing after we entered that vortex thing. I woke up on a beach near the Asena woods, where I met Selene."

"Anyway," Jorgen summarized, "I didn't see the port."

"It's a small navy, sir. They mainly exist to prevent what you accomplished accidentally."

She continued, "The vortex is called the Loreius. You're meant to go around it, about a mile out. There are rocky islets that you can't see until you're almost upon them."

"Right," Jorgen grumbled, "The Loreius. Weird fucking place."

"We were talking about weapons, sir?"

"Right you are, captain. I suppose I should see what's available here in Coldwater. I could dual-wield your little swords, but it's not my preferred style. As for armor, I really do like the look of your ranger leathers."

"That is going to take a lot of leather," Laela offered.

"Well, I'll just have to go hunting."

Keira was clearly excited by the prospect of violence, "You'll need a bow for that, sir."

"Or a spear," Jorgen agreed, chuckling, "But yes, I'd prefer a bow. I know I can get one of those in Selani. Have you seen the one I gave Selene, by the way? It's fantastic. Lys said it has mithril engravings."

Laela was visibly shocked. She leaned forward and quietly hissed, "How in the goddess's name did you get a bow with mithril on it?"

"That rare? I didn't know what it was. I thought silver, maybe. The vendor in the market gave it to me for about forty silvers. She seemed happy to get rid of it, now that I think about it; said something about it being intended as a gift for the elder. Traya was with me and she didn't say anything, but she did seem eager for me to buy it. I was new to the village and assumed that the bow was relatively common."

Keira had gone speechless.

"Close your mouth, captain," Jorgen teased.

"Sorry sir. It's just, Traya. Interesting."

"Why?"

"Sir, I can't say much more without betraying her confidence. Just know that she is more than she seems."

"I... That's all I'm going to get, isn't it?"

"Sorry, sir. I'll tell you if you insist, but I'd prefer you ask her yourself. And I do want to see that bow."

"No problem, captain. I'm sure Selene would be happy to show it off."

Jorgen shifted the conversation back to their plans for the day.

"So, tailor and blacksmith, for my part. And maybe I'll drop a line in the water. I haven't fished in Athea yet. There were several times on my sailing journey when I regretted not buying some fishing gear."

"That must have been frustrating, sir," Keira commiserated, "I enjoy fishing too."

"It was," he agreed, "So, what are your plans, ladies?"

Laela piped up, "One of the maids told me that there's a large bookstore near the townhall."

Her eyes gleamed in anticipation. Everyone nodded knowingly. Sorceresses.

She continued, "So far, the humans of Coldwater either don't know, or don't care that we're elves. Elaine said that our presence wouldn't be a problem, but I expected at least some suspicion. But the only interest I've noticed is of the carnal variety."

Lillie spoke up, "Yep, there's a lot of us half-elves this close to the Faewyld. In fact, some people consider Coldwater to be part of the Faewyld. The governor lives in town, up on the hill. I don't think he does very much, or goes into the south like, ever. But he's the closest thing to an official government of the autonomy."

"Very impressive, Lillie," Keira praised.

The little half-elf beamed, "Thanks! It helps to know about the rich and powerful. I can name the players in most of the bigger towns here in the west, and I know where they all live."

Nobody asked her to clarify. They knew she had been a thief.

"Anyway," Lillie explained, "Some of us look very elfin, almost as much as you and Keira."

She added distractedly, gazing at the blonde ranger captain who had just polished off her breakfast ale and was wiping, "None as beautiful as Keira though."

Then Lillie's playful green eyes locked with the older elf's cool blues, and Jorgen couldn't help but notice that the saucy brat glanced from Keira's eyes to her mouth and back again, several times, while she nibbled her own pouty bottom lip. Keira blushed at the attention and looked around self-consciously.

Laela interrupted her daughter's blatant flirting, and the barbarian's burgeoning erection. The sorceress's eyes held a dangerous gleam, and her voice was deceptively sweet when she asked, "Just Keira?"

"No!," Lillie protested, "But you're my mother!"

Rolling her eyes, the sorceress snarked at her daughter, "From what I heard the other night, you like 'mommies' plenty."

The adorable half-elf's mouth moved wordlessly for a moment before she blushed and looked down at her empty plate. A moment later she muttered, "Not actual ones."

Conversation tapered off, so the barbarian took the opportunity to talk about the ogre in the room. Lillie had been smiling and laughing, and flirting. She didn't seem haunted by her experience, but there was definitely an underlying tension.

"Lillie," he began, and his deep rumble captured everyone's full attention, "You seem like you're doing well today. How are you really?"

She thought for a moment before answering, "I think I'm doing alright, daddy. It was good to talk to...umm," she looked at Laela, ".. Mom, when you guys were in the bath. She said some good things. I know how to start thinking about what happened in the right way, and some ideas to get back.. I guess, some confidence, or independence, or something like that. It's hard to describe. Like maturity, too."

"That sounds good to me, little one. Don't stop talking to her, or any of us. This isn't something that will be solved in one night, alright?"

The playful little bard nodded with uncharacteristic solemnity, and her gaze was unwavering.

"Yes, daddy, I promise."

Hoping that her nascent maturity would eventually evolve into less daddy talk, he turned to Lillie's mom.

"Thank you Laela," Jorgen said, favoring the sorceress with a smile.

She blushed and looked down, "Y-You're welcome, master."

Jorgen just rolled his eyes.

"Alright then. What are your plans today, little one?"

She answered without hesitation, "I saw a lute, at the general store. I want to go and see how it sounds."

"The Spikes took mine," she added.

"A lute, that's what you were playing when we met. I didn't know the name of it."

Then Jorgen pulled out his coin pouch and counted some Areisian coins, "Here's.. fifty silver. Buy it, if you like the sound of it. The elves have stringed instruments too, by the way. They sound beautiful to my uncultured ears, but you may have to learn them."

Ellie cheered, beaming, "Thank you daddy!"

Jorgen didn't see exactly how the coins disappeared from his palm. It happened too fast and the elvish thief had barely moved.

Shaking his head, the big man added, "And give my regards to that storekeeper. I never learned his name, but he was helpful and competent. Tell him the barbarian sends his regards."

"Sure thing, daddy."

"Good. And maybe you could start trying to call me other things once in awhile? I like the sound of my name too."

Keira squeezed Jorgen's thigh encouragingly.

"I.. I know I should try behave a more like a woman. I'm in my twenties. I know that. I will try, Jorgen."

"Good girl."

"Mmmm dadddyyy," she moaned. Her little hands gripped the table's edge and she stared hungrily at the blonde barbarian, devouring his massive body with her eyes.

"Ahem, sorry," he said, looking around the large room. Once again several pairs of eyes had turned towards their party, and once again they quickly shifted elsewhere when Jorgen gazed back. He chuckled and shrugged at the elves. Lillie's eyes were closed.

Laela spoke up, "You two are really adorable, even if it's a little awkward sometimes. I can't deny that this thing you have is sweet, and undeniably erotic at the same time."

"But all things in moderation, sweetie," she said, and squeezed Lillie's hand, "I don't think you need to feel bad about it. I just don't want to see you stuck because something bad happened, and because you have your 'daddy' as a crutch."

"I understand, I promise."

"Good. I'm really glad Jorgen brought us back together, Lillie. I'm so sorry it took so long."

"No mom, you've apologized enough. I understand and I'm glad you're here now. That's enough."

"Thank you sweetheart."

Jorgen enjoyed the touching moment, then broke the silence once more.

"Good. Keira, what do you want to do?"

"I'm your bodyguard, sir."

And that was that.

Jorgen and Keira strolled in comfortable silence. He'd led them on a longer route than necessary and they were walking down the wooden boardwalk that followed the curving shoreline, which offered access to each of the several docks that filled the town's little harbor.

"This is a lovely seaside town, sir, if a little fragrant."

"I'm sure an elven fishing village smells like flowers."

"Ass," she said, punching the barbarian's huge bicep with her deceptive elven strength. Her knuckles stung and Jorgen thought he might develop a bruise. But he chuckled. It was an honor that the disciplined captain was comfortable enough with him to occasionally expose the young woman beneath her professional exterior - and the dry sarcasm that she mixed in with it.

The pair continued on, taking in the beautiful summer day at the harbor.

The blacksmith was at the south end of the harbor, one street up from the boardwalk. Its storefront looked out over the docks. The building continued back from the store until it merged with a seven-foot brick wall. The lot was elevated and ocean breeze carried away black smoke coming a chimney visible in the yard. Jorgen could hear hammering from that direction.

The pair walked into the shop and found it empty. Looking around, he saw fishing and boating implements - including some barbed spearheads and arrowheads that could be used for fishing. Then there were shovels and hoes and kitchen implements. He saw fishing knives in sheaths on the counter, and a few daggers on stands. But no swords or armor.

"I guess there isn't a big need out here, at the edge of the world," Jorgen mused aloud.

Keira had noticed as well, "That's a good thing, sir, I suppose."

Nodding, the big man called out, "Hello?"

The hammering continued unabated.

"HELLO!"

Tools rattled with the deep boom of his voice.

"Aleisa's cunt, sir! Please warn me when you're going to do that?"

A rich, smoky voice interrupted before Jorgen could respond.

"Well, you're a big one aren't you? You sure got my attention with that roar of yours."

The woman who appeared looked almost like a barbarian, but with a slightly darker complexion. She was definitely a northerner, Jorgen decided.

Easily six feet of muscle, her figure was softened by an impressive pair of tits. The powerful woman strode to a short counter and slapped a pair of large, powerful-looking hands down onto the countertop.

She was probably in her thirties, Jorgen estimated. Handsome, almost beautiful, with a broad, infectious grin.

She had black hair in a thick ponytail, and olive skin, smeared with soot. She was currently removing a leather bib to expose a tight wrap around her tits - which would be a handful, even for Jorgen - and a set of low-waisted trousers. The effect was stunning. The abs, the arms, the shoulders were like a miniature of Jorgen's own physique.

Barbarian and elf stared. Keira's jaw had dropped.

Jorgen recovered first, and grinned back at the impressive smith. She seemed to be used to getting a reaction from people, and grinned good-naturedly as she flexed her arms a bit for Keira. The athletic elf, who was tall for her people but positively petite compared to the two humans, was still staring. Her eyes visibly scanned every muscle and curve.

"Keira," the big man rumbled under his breath, "close your mouth."

"Y-yes sir. Sorry"

"I don't blame you," he added, then spoke up to greet the object of their admiration.

"Hello, name's Jorgen. This is my companion, Keira."

"And I'd be Inasa. It is truly a pleasure, big fellow. I haven't met anyone bigger than me, ever. Not in my entire life in this here town."

Jorgen chuckled, "I can relate. I'm from a bit farther away. I thought you might be as well. The Northern Tribes, in Palla?"

"No, well, my pa is from northern Ansea, but it's imperial territory up there. Not a lot of blondes either, but we are bigger than Areisians. Pa's not as big as me, but he's big for around here. When it comes to me, he figures that he has giant ancestry that passed him by."

"Well, you are an impressive woman, Inasa."

"Ha! I know I am. The story here today is how impressive you are, northern man."

Jorgen knew that look. He decided to remember Inasa, and hopefully see her again, but this wasn't the time. The thing with Keira was still new, and Lillie needed his attention and support.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Inasa. I find myself in Coldwater from time to time. Maybe I can buy you a drink the next time I pass through?"

The muscular beauty huffed and crossed her powerful arms over her impressive chest. Jorgen appreciated the effect. Her breasts were shapely and firm, but they squished and squeezed enticingly between her arms and against her chest. Soft skin of a lighter tone bulged out in spots. Considering her tan lines, the barbarian pictured the sexy smith laboring at an anvil. She was wearing the skimpy breast wrap, out in the sun. Her sun-kissed skin was glistening with sweat. She was flexing her powerful, sculpted muscles as she hammered his sword, and her breasts jiggled, trying to escape their imprisonment with every swing.

Keira elbowed Jorgen's hip, and Inasa, who had been similarly devouring every inch of the golden barbarian's massive, muscular figure, finally replied.

She drawled in a husky, caramel voice, "That'll be fine then. But I will be angry if you don't seek me out, Jorgen of the north."

"Humans work fast," Keira grumbled, just loudly enough for everyone to hear. The captain was still doing some devouring of her own, Jorgen noticed.

Inasa replied, "Well I'd have to argue that it isn't often that two humans like us meet each other, young... elf? You have a lot of elf in you, don't you? You are pretty little thing."

"I-I.."

The smith added, "And probably not all that young, after all? My apologies, little one."

"Uhh.."

Keira looked up at Jorgen helplessly, apparently incapable of forming a sentence. So much for the disciplined ranger.

The barbarian decided to rescue his steadfast companion, "Stop teasing my bodyguard, Inasa."

She just beamed at his conspiratorial wink.

Jorgen continued before Keira could question the smith's reaction, "You are right, though. It's rare to be impressed by someone else's muscles. It has a certain impact."

"It sure does, big man."

The lust dripping in Inasa's husky voice, and gleaming in her deep brown eyes, was enough to make the barbarian's cock instantly strain its confinement. Her eyes dropped to his bulging crotch and she leaned forward to trace his swelling length down his thick thigh.

"Ahem," Keira cleared her throat musically, like only an elf could.

"Right. A sword," Jorgen blurted.

"A very big one," Inasa agreed.

"Enormous," the elf confirmed.

"Pretty big," Jorgen said distractedly. He was struggling with the bright spot of his blessing and didn't catch on to the wordplay, "But it sank."

"Sank into what?"

"The.. ocean?"

Inasa snorted and Keira shook her head.

Jorgen reviewed the conversation then rolled his eyes. At least his cock was soft again.

The smith relented, "I'm going to guess that you need a steel sword, and I can do that. My pa was a swordsmith for the army, so I know how to do it right. But my experience is limited."

"Alright, Inasa, I'm certainly willing to give you a chance. I want a greatsword, on the big side. But not unreasonably massive-"

Inasa was grinning.

"Yes," he sighed, "like my cock."

Both women chuckled, but didn't interrupt.

"I wield one or two-handed as needed."

"Hmm," the blacksmith said, studying his frame a little more professionally, "Bigger than standard army greatswords, I imagine?"

"Right, about twice as heavy and a foot longer."

Inasa nodded, "I can do that. I'll need about a week, preferably two. With my experience level, it's best to sacrifice time instead of quality."

"I agree. I will either make it back, or send someone, in about two weeks. And I'll pay in advance."

"You can pay me half now, and, for my part, I would prefer you retrieve the sword yourself. Just so we can confirm it's what you need, of course."

"Of course."

"Ahem," broke the overt sexual tension once again.

"What I mean is, I'll do my best. How much?"

"One gold, twenty silver. A greatsword would normally be one gold, so I'm adding twenty percent for steel and labor."

Jorgen nodded.

"That seems fair. Here's sixty silver. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do, Inasa."

"I can do a lot of things."

"Of that, I have no doubt."

Keira nodded in agreement.

"Goddess how.. Even human women can look like.. that?"

"You like her?"

"W-well obviously. A body like yours, sir, but on a woman. How could I not?"

"Not what?," Jorgen teased.

"Why are we talking about me!? You two were drooling all over each other!"

"Fair point. But we're talking about you because the thought of Inasa tossing you into bed and having her way with you is extremely erotic."

"Sir! I've just had my very first sexual experiences, it's not fair to tease me like this."

"Fine, fine, you're right. In my defense, you are adorable when you blush."

Keira demonstrated by blushing again, but didn't say anything.

"Don't ever take my teasing as disrespect, Keira. You have every bit of my respect. Don't ever forget what I said to you last night. I meant every word."

"Yes sir. Thank you."

The pair walked in comfortable silence down the boardwalk, immersed in the busy activity of the harbor.

"Sir, you are obviously going to retrieve that sword yourself."

"Yeah, probably."

"Ten daeni says that she can't take all of you."

Jorgen visualized the attempt for a moment, and had to activate his blessing again.

"She won't be as stretchy as an elf, that's for sure. But I'll take your bet. She seems like the type that will demand that I make my cock fit, no matter how much it hurts. Probably likes a little pain too."

"Done. I think she'll be a purring little kitten that just wants to be held."

"Little?"

"Compared to you, sir."

"Maybe. My standards for women have changed. To me, Selene is tall, you're tall-ish and your stature makes you seem taller to me.. Lys is average height, and Lillie and Lyn are short. Inasa seems like a giant."

So would Ania, Jorgen realized.

"Well she is a giant. Freakishly large. And still a good half-foot shorter than you."

"Oh, thanks."

"You're welcome, sir."

"You know, captain, you are my bodyguard."

"And?"

"If I'm here, you will be too."

"Oh."

Jorgen had asked around at the docks, and found out which tailor the dockworkers used. Their shorts, trousers and shirts all looked durable and functional.

"Hello young man, young lady," said a gray-haired woman when they entered. The shop had a tall counter and she was seated on a stool behind it

"Hello. I need some clothes."

"Well, fortunately, I keep plenty of fabric on hand. What do you need?"

"Say five outfits. Similar style to these. Sturdy and functional, good for travel. Maybe two with the shorts like the dockworkers have, and three trousers.

"Then perhaps two more that have a similar look but look a little more.. social I suppose. I don't want any fancy clothes but I'd like to have something for a night out with a lady friend. Maybe with some color, but nothing garish."

"Also some undershorts and light wool socks in my size."

"And, if possibly, I would truly appreciate it if I could take home one of the practical outfits in the next day or so."

"Where's home?"

"Several days south."

"Hmm," she started, scanning Jorgen's huge frame, "Two gold."

"One-and-a-half."

"Done. Step over here to the side and strip to your unders."

The old woman did her best. But she looked like she was going to explode by the time she had measured the big man's inseam.

"Well," she panted, fanning herself, "that was exciting, wasn't it?"

"I imagine it was," Jorgen said with a quick wink

"Hmph. You can pay tomorrow if you like the first outfit."

"Great. What time?"

"Give me until mid-morning, please."

"See you then, and thank you."

"Until then, young man."

Stepping into the street, Keira asked, "Should we have some of the fried fish and potato sticks, wrapped in parchment? If it tastes half as good as it smells.."

"It's a date."

After lunch, Jorgen and Keira were able to rent some poles and tackle from an older fisherman, who was standing around on one of the docks. His boat was on some ingenious floats that pushed its hull out of the water, where it was being painted by a couple of younger men. The old man was happy to make a little silver. In addition he handed Jorgen a hand-net and a pail.

"Right over there," the old fisher pointed south, "past the last dock, but before the point turns to the west, you'll find some flats. Minnows by the hundreds. Just scoop some up and put them in the bucket. Don't spook them too much, but stir it a little and they'll live longer."

The barbarian took that in and nodded.

"Thanks, that's truly helpful."

"Glad to help, big guy."

Jorgen and Keira fished together all afternoon. He told her about fishing northern lake Valcris growing up, and she talked about her farmer parents who, while worried at first, were very proud of her becoming a ranger.

The pair had caught minnows, but no fish, and they finally packed it in at sunset. Neither really minded.

They dropped off the fishing gear at the man's boat, but he was gone.

Coldwater's streets were lit by oil lamps and it was a pleasant summer evening as the pair made their way back to the inn.

Jorgen asked something he had been wondering about.

"What's dangerous in being a ranger? I mean, what are the main threats?"

"I think you met one of them, sir. Shadow leopards have no fear. If they encroach on a settlement they will eventually kill someone. They can climb better than we can. So we cull those. There are several other animal threats along those lines."

She continued, "We go on deployments to the mountains, where we often have to kill human bandits and slavers. And there are some elven outlaws that operate on both sides of the mountains. There is a division of rangers who infiltrate the Faewyld as needed. We have outposts there and everything."

"Isn't that a secret?"

"No, I think it's pretty well known. We're told that our operating there is blessed by the empress."

"What is a secret," Keira added, "is that orcs occasionally appear in the Faewyld."

Keira paused for a moment, noticing that the barbarian had tensed. She continued when he didn't say anything.

"Only in small numbers, sir, but they must have some spawning ground that we haven't found. Rangers and Areisians have each cleared out a few underground nests of them, but it keeps happening. Ten times in the past two hundred years."

Jorgen was growling.

"Sir? I can tell this isn't a pleasant subject-"

He was staring into the middle distance with his jaw clenched, but he growled through his teeth, "Finish your report, captain."

"Y-Yes sir. I guess the short of it is that somehow, the orcs have kept a presence in the Faewyld for over two thousand years, but we never encountered them until a couple of centuries ago. It's a mystery, and investigating it is dangerous. The Faewyld is not a forgiving place. In any case we have teams that train for any orc emergence. The Areisian Guard do as well. Our superiors coordinate.. Sir, it's not a major threat."

Keira was starting to understand her mistake. She knew that the big man had been a soldier, but not much more than that. Nobody in Westhaven talked about the never-ending war in the far east.

"Jorgen? It's alright. The Faewyld is not like Palla. Relax."

Keira jumped when the barbarian turned explosively and snarled down at her.

"Those fucking beasts need to be dead! Every single fucking one of them. I should have gone into the fucking horde lands to kill every last fucking one!"

The massive barbarian was containing himself, Keira could tell, but his eyes were wild and his huge muscles were bulging and flexing. He was terrifying. An angry lion-god, she thought, suppressing his bestial urge to rip the world in two.

"Sir, you would have died like every other human that's tried."

"It would NOT be the first time!"

Jorgen's eyes were burning with an eager desire for blood and violence beyond anything Keira had ever experienced. She would rather face a dozen shadow leopards than this one barbarian. The elf peed in her undershorts, just a little. And that wasn't the only moisture down there.

Aleisa was watching, and hoping that Jorgen would remember his pool of divine life energy soon. She could pull his mind to her realm, but doing it while he was standing in the middle of the street would be awkward for him. That had not stopped her on two occasions.

The goddess sometimes debated whether she would tell her champion that she had been the reason he went into a coma.

Back then, he had been in his current state almost constantly. Berserk. Not even the gods fully understood the phenomenon. Only that it was shockingly powerful when unleashed by a normal northern man. When Jorgen succumbed to his rage, it was absolutely terrifying. Aleisa had never feared a mortal until Freia had taken an interest in the barbarian, and had watched together as the massive human ripped huge orcs apart, limb from limb.

Eventually, Jorgen's heart had given out. It had taken everything Aleisa had to repair it. She was good with life energy, but she was no healing goddess.

Would she tell him that she had expanded his pool of life energy, or spent a tremendous amount of her own strength to help him form a concept? That she had trained him, for months, on using his pool of willpower?

Jorgen had needed all that just to survive. And he still did. Going berserk for any significant amount of time would kill him, and she didn't think she could save him again.

The man's memories of his wife and their child's horrific end would never leave him, and they would never stop pushing him to go berserk.

Likewise, Aleisa wasn't sure whether she would tell Jorgen that they had been lovers. That he was the very best lover that she had ever taken. More than that.

She wasn't sure if he would want her, when all was said and done, but she hoped so.

And she really hoped that Freia wouldn't fuck things up.

Jorgen did manage to reach for his willpower. He felt Aleisa's comforting presence through his rage, like a hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, and took in a huge breath. He exhaled slowly, then looked down at Keira.

He saw that the beautiful elf was afraid. Brave, but afraid. He didn't blame her at all. The big man spoke as casually as possible.

"You're right, captain. Fuck the orcs. This is my afterlife. And I'm sorry I scared you."

"I-I'm not scared, sir."

"No, of course not, sorry. I apologize anyway."

Keira nodded. Then she pushed herself into the barbarian's arms and inhaled his scent.

The tension melted, but she didn't pull away. She savored the warmth and safety she felt when his massive arms encircled her. He pet her head and her hip and held her close.

"Whatever happened in the war sir, I know it must have been terrible. I hope you'll tell me over ale some time."

"I promise, beautiful. Maybe mead."

"Sounds good, sir."

"Captain?"

"Yes sir?"

"Say a word of thanks to Aleisa tonight. I will be."

Keira just nodded into his chest.

"Good evening, Jorgen, Captain Keira," said Lillie as the group met in the common room.

Laela looked on, obviously annoyed, and Keira seemed happy to let him take the lead. Jorgen schooled his face and studied the little half-elf before responding. She was clearly expecting a reaction.

"Well, good evening, Miss Lillie. You look absolutely fetching in that dress. A beautiful shade of orange. And I see you own a very fine lute. Are you the entertainment tonight?"

Laela suppressed a chuckle and Keira stared straight ahead.

"Why thank you, kind sir, and indeed that was the intention, however, I have been denied a venue. The innkeeper was most vociferously opposed to his common room serving as a place of recreation."

Jorgen didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, divine willpower or otherwise.

"I'm dreadfully sorry to hear that, young lady," he drawled, "I shall have to content myself with fond memories of your previous, delightful performance."

Lillie was beaming, so Jorgen kept going.

"Shall we enjoy some refreshments to distract us from this terrible injustice? Perhaps allow your dear mother to recover her dignity?"

Her mother was cackling now. Jorgen didn't know elves could do that. Keira was bright red, apparently holding her breath.

"Why yes, Master Jorgen, I find that to be a capital idea."

The four settled into a table. Keira and Laela had mostly recovered.

Lillie leaned forward and dropped the act.

"Just so we are all clear, I am sleeping on daddy tonight."

"No way. You too will keep the entire inn up all night," Laela said, shaking her head.

"I am not asking."

The brat had a new dagger too.

The next morning, Keira woke to the sight of a small, very naked half-elf sleeping on top of a massive, very naked barbarian. She noticed that she too was very naked, and decided to see if she could push her own buttons, quietly.

The inexperienced elf's technique had improved over the course of what had been a very long night. She had even acquiesced to Laela's lustful request at one point, and agreed to suckle the sorceress's breast. While they both masturbated to the sound of Laela's daughter being fucked from behind by her massive daddy while she goaded him to go harder, or choke her, or spank her.

Laela had no milk, unfortunately. Also Lillie took it ALL. Every. Single. Inch. HOW? At about five feet, Jorgen's cock was almost a fifth of her height. Elves sometimes fell back on mathematics when they were overwhelmed, which often led to mistakes on ledgers.

Keira was exhausted, but she did know a lot more about sex today than she did yesterday. A lot. As a hardened elven ranger, Keira doubted whether she could have taken the things that the little elvish bard had demanded of her daddy. Her respect for Lillie's physique had gone up, considerably.

Also, she noted that the marks on her sexy little bubble butt were fading. Did Lillie have a healing spell, she wondered. Such a cute little- Keira had a nice orgasm and fell back to sleep.

Breakfast that morning was subdued. The elves were exhausted, even Lillie, and Jorgen was looking forward to reuniting with Selene.

It was almost mid-morning by the time they finished up, so the group collected their belongings and headed to the tailor. They had collectively decided to portal back to Selani Village as soon as possible, and each was looking forward to to their own bed.

"How does it look?," Jorgen asked the three women, modeling his new travel outfit.

"You look very good, sir." Keira smiled. She thought that he cleaned up really well for a barbarian, and decided to have a ranger casual uniform made for him. She surreptitiously memorized the tailor's measurements and notes.

"Mmmm daddddy," Lillie cooed.

Jorgen raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, you look dashing, Jorgen."

"Thank you, brat."

"Very nice, very nice," Laela nodded, appraising him.

Jorgen paid the tailor seventy-five silver and told her that he'd return in a couple of weeks. That's what he had Laela for, after all.

"Alright," the big man said. "Let's go."

Chapter 35: Home, and Another Kind of Introduction

Summary:

Jorgen returns to Selani VIllage.

We're getting close to the end of book 1. I have book 2 written, but I'll be editing its chapters as I post them. I'll include a link to it at the bottom of the last chapter.

Combined chapter 35 and 36 into this one.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Home

The group, ready to leave Coldwater, found a quiet side street, and Laela opened a portal. Jorgen made sure to pay attention to the magic this time, and tried to understand what was happening. The energy he felt built slowly, then there was a surge, and some sort of pop, only then did the actual portal appear. Once it did, the energy was almost entirely gone. Or, it was still here, but was being pulled into the portal before he could sense it.

The group walked through. Lillie didn't even pause, though it was her first time, and Jorgen was last again.

They appeared in the plot next to Laela's cottage, and Keira and Jorgen stood by as Laela and Lillie made plans to meet for lunch in the canteen, which Jorgen promised to show her. Laela finely let them go, and he let Keira lead the way, answering Lillie's questions about the village.

His little brat was ecstatic. It was a relief to see her really coming back to life. The village was a lot for her to take in, so they paused a few times, including in the market so she could ask about everything on sale, and again over the bridge to marvel at the trees.

In the market, Jorgen had looked for the elf who had sold him the bow, but she was not there, and her stall was taken by an elf selling lovely blown-glass windchimes in a multitude of shapes and colors. The big man ended up buying one for Lillie, but his mind was still on the bow.

He needed to fix things with Traya, somehow. And find out why she wanted Selene to have that bow. His best guess was that the ranger had something to do with the movement. He didn't know if Tiana was the leader, but he suspected it. And of course it had something to do with Selene.

Maybe he wouldn't have to work too hard to make her a grand duchess after all.

That turned the barbarian's thoughts to the duke. He had gotten the impression that Teiran was a different kind of inorei. He wondered about that, then his mind wandered to his own inorei. Lyn probably needed some attention, he decided.

"..is there a temple?," Lillie asked, bringing Jorgen back to the present.

Keira was enjoying her role as tour guide, and her pride in Selani village shone through.

"There is, on Tenari," she said, and gestured to the northeast. The forest cathedral was hazy, and its gold-and-green ambience was punctured by brilliant rays of sun that found a path through the canopy. They could see Tenari's massive trunk, but only the underside of its platform.

Keira continued, "The entire upper level is a temple. There are shrines to several of the gods, and an altar where elves.. where we used to pray to the others, as well."

The ranger captain paused for a moment. Jorgen wasn't entirely sure what elves thought or felt about this disconnect from their past. He knew that there were seventy-seven gods in the elven pantheon, but contemporary elves prayed only to Aleisa. He wondered if there were exceptions.

Keira had made a point of mentioning the shrines. The barbarian thought it was interesting that elves didn't seem to be hiding from or running from that past. They hadn't removed the shrines. They just seemed to accept that they'd changed, and Keira's tone, as she trailed off, sounded respectful.

She continued, "Aleisa's altar stands before a magnificent mithril-infused moonwood statue of the goddess. It's probably the single most expensive thing in the village, so one ranger is always on station at the temple. Not that elves out here are big thieves, but we guard it anyway."

Keira, rambled on as they climbed Ruitan's spiral stair, "It's one of our favorite postings. The temple is serene and the life energy up there is pure, but it has a golden clarity - really hard to describe. Anyway, it's a great place to practice te'erein. Rangers learn to meditate, expanding our awareness of our environment even as we work on our own magic."

"I heard that elves still do sacrifices?," Lillie asked, sounding excited at the prospect.

Keira laughed musically and Lillie joined in with her own adorable giggle. The group had stopped halfway up the staircase, and Jorgen watched as two rangers appeared, and began to prod curious elves along, guiding them around the barbarian and his companions.

Keira finally recovered and began climbing again. She answered Lillie's question, "Yes, we do sacrifices. Some food, or a belonging.. or semen, if we're asking the goddess for a child. Despite what you might have heard, we don't usually sacrifice baby half-elves. Sorry to disappoint."

Lillie grinned at the beautiful elf, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. Jorgen wondered if the little bard had told any tales of elven sacrifices.

Thinking back to the statue, he asked, "How do they infuse mithril in wood?"

They reached the upper platform and Keira led Jorgen and Lillie towards the bridge. She stopped on a small path between two cottages. Her posture had straightened and she turned to meet Jorgen's gaze. The big man was struck by the profound intelligence he saw in her elven eyes, each a deep blue ocean of hidden knowledge.

"That's a really good question, sir," she started, "There's a famous moonwood grove in Mythedorlor. Every several years, at varying intervals, the trees are watered with a solution of mithril, diluted nitric acid, and phosphate, and some other things I can't quite remember - sorry, sir. In any case, the year that follows is called en'asla. Something like "the forging" in Athean."

Keira frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, but carried on before Jorgen could think of a response.

"We poison the tree, sir, and it responds by fusing its cells to the metal contaminant, growing despite the attack on itself. Some years their growth explodes, and other years they barely grow at all. En'asla is unpredictable, and over the course of its life, the tree will create alternating rings of infused layers, of varying thicknesses and intensity."

Jorgen nodded, he could almost see the struggling tree from her description.

The beautiful elf continued, and her soulful eyes glimmered with emotion, "The years were the tree struggled, sir, that creates rings that are thin, but they have a brilliant intensity. Conversely, the years where the tree overcame the en'asla and grew well, that creates rings that are thicker but less brilliant. It's up to the artist to expose those rings to greatest effect. Moonwood is incredibly hard, even when it's not infused with durable mithril, so it takes a very long time to work with it. Only masters ever get the chance."

"Wow, Keira, you know so much," Lillie gushed.

The captain smiled and blinked away her tears, "Rangers think about trees a lot."

"That makes sense," Lillie said.

Jorgen winked at Keira. His instinct to pull her in for a hug was tempered by her proud bearing. The disciplined captain of Selani Village's rangers didn't need to be comforted by a hug, he decided, at least not in public.

The group found Lyn in the canteen, talking to what Jorgen thought was another inorei. The big man decided to make a statement.

"Ari," he said, coming up behind the pretty little elf.

"M-master!," she cried, and turned to beam up at the golden-maned barbarian with adoration in her big green eyes. Jorgen noticed that they shone almost aqua in the early afternoon sunlight.

Projecting his masculine voice enough that nearby elves turned to watch, Jorgen spoke in a gentle rumble, "How is my little girl?"

The inorei blushed a deep pink, and the barbarian reached out and stroked the tip of her long elven ear with his thick fingers, and followed it down to her jaw. He traced across her soft, youthful cheek, until the big pad of his thumb found her plump lips. They parted automatically and the tip of her dainty pink tongue appeared. Jorgen followed it into her mouth, and she suckled lewdly.

After a few moments, while Lyn gazed at the big man in a lusty daze, working her little tongue around the circumference of his girthy digit, he finally pulled out. He pulled Lyn's bottom lip down as he drew away, and a string of saliva connected them until it finally snapped, and drool ran down the pretty elf's chin.

"Good girl."

Lyn gripped the barbarian's muscled forearm with both of her dainty hands, and closed her eyes for a few seconds before responding, a little shakily.

"T-Thank you, master. I'm doing well. Especially now that you're back. Welcome home!"

The barbarian grinned at the adorable inorei, "Thanks, little Lyn. Who's your friend?"

"Oh goddess, I'm sorry. This is Valya, master, he's a healer."

Nodding amicably at the effeminate elf, Jorgen said, "Well met, Valya. It's good to meet one of Lyn's little friends."

Valya was staring open-mouthed. She was another pretty little inorei with blonde hair and blue eyes. Jorgen figured this was one of the 'friends' that Lyn messed around with.

The inorei recovered, and her expressive eyes glittered as she scanned the barbarian's face, then his massive body.

"I-I yes," she started, "it's very nice to meet you, master Jorgen. It's truly a pleasure."

"I have no doubt," Jorgen said. He winked and the elf blushed fiercely.

Turning back to Lyn, he said, "I just stopped by to introduce Lillie. She'll be with us from now on. Family."

Lyn nodded somberly, and turned to the bubbly half-elf, who had been watching the scene with barely-contained excitement. The inorei spoke in her soft, sonorous voice. Lillie reigned herself in and managed to focus on the introduction.

"Dear Lillie," Lyn said, "Welcome to our growing family. We have all heard much about you. I look forward to spending time together."

She added, with an adorably shy smile, "I have ever met a half-elf before.. You are so pretty."

Valya interrupted before Lillie could reply, "Excuse me, sir. I apologize if this is impertinent, but why do you call Lyn a 'girl'?"

"Because she is my girl. Lyn, why don't you explain over lunch? It shouldn't be too different than when you explained it to Selene."

Lyn smiled up at Jorgen. She was blushing, but he didn't see any shame, just a little shyness.

"I was hoping to get to that today, master. Thank you for the opening."

"Good," the big man said, with a nod, "Enjoy your lunch, you two."

As the trio strolled through the canteen, towards the guest house, Jorgen said, "Brat, this is where you'll meet you mother tomorrow."

"Got it, thank you daddy."

"Sir," Keira asked, "why do you call Lyn a girl? Isn't that embarrassing for him?"

"For her, you mean, captain. Look at me, then look at her. The question answers itself."

"It does, sir, I'm not arguing that.. 'she' is masculine. I'm just curious. I assume it's about your humiliation kink, sir?"

"Well, yes," Jorgen admitted, "but it's not only about that. I am freeing her to be what she is. The fact that a little gentle humiliation plays into that is a bonus. Did she seem to mind?"

"Well, no.. she seemed almost orgasmic."

"She might have had a small one. I bet there's a wet spot on her tights."

"I hear they all have small ones," Lillie chimed in.

Keira rolled her eyes but they sparkled in amusement. Jorgen nodded at the little brat.

"I suppose it has something to do with our quest?," Keira asked.

"Yep," the big man grinned.

"I knew she was a girl from the start," Lillie said, "A very pretty one."

The barbarian just smiled at that. He was glad he wasn't the only one who saw it that way.

Nobody was downstairs at the guest house, so Jorgen showed Lillie around. The half-elf was fascinated by the communal bath. She stripped down and jumped into the largest pool before the barbarian could object. He and Keira sat down and watched the petite elvish sexpot play around. He noticed the goosebumps on her perfect, youthful skin, and her very erect pink nipples.

While they enjoyed the view, the barbarian told his bodyguard about the oil pit. She went silent, but had a thoughtful look. Studying her beautiful, stoic face, Jorgen knew that recruiting the blonde elven ranger was one of his better decisions in life.. or afterlife.

"Let's go, brat. You can use this room anytime. There's also bath in my apartment and one for the smaller rooms upstairs to share."

"Yes daddy," the wet and naked half-elf pouted, but moved to get out of the pool. Keira brought her a towel and Jorgen appreciated the view as the perky little spinner dried off.

"So, daddy," she began, while fluffing her mop of brown and gold hair, "Lyn and my mom call you 'master' all the time. That seems pretty intense. Are they like slaves?"

"Hmm. With Lyn, close enough. It's a life debt thing. I don't make her say it, for what it's worth. Your mother is just a little insane."

"Yes, a little," she agreed, pulling on her dainty undershorts, "But, daddy.. what do you do with Lyn?"

The barbarian held back a chuckle and responded casually, "Oh, just normal slave stuff."

"Like whipping her, and having your way with her?"

"No. I'm not into pain, not much beyond spankings anyway."

"I'm glad you like spankings, daddy."

"I know you are, brat. I mostly just give her orgasms and call her a good girl."

"I love when you call me that."

"We know," teased Keira.

Lillie finished dressing, and Jorgen called out, "Lys!"

"Yes master," she said, appearing at the door in moments.

"It's good to see you, elfling. Everything alright around here?"

"Yes master, no problems. Elder Tiana has decided to forego further dinner discussions and asked that you just visit her at your convenience."

"Mistress is at the ranger training yard," she continued, "sparring."

Keira stiffened at that. Jorgen thought that she was probably worried about her rangers. Or maybe it was just the thought of Selene improving.

The elfling maid finished, "And Tisia had some additional clothing delivered, master."

"Good news with Tiana. Well done, Lys. As for the clothes, they go to the very back of the wardrobe."

"Yes master, and thank you."

Jorgen cleared his throat, then said, "Baroness Raelys Asata, I'd like to introduce you to Lillie Oren. She's a member of our close family."

"It's a pleasure, mistress Lillie. Please call me Lys."

Lillie looked back and forth between Jorgen and Lys, "'Baroness', 'Master'.. I'm so confused. But it's nice to meet you anyway, Lys, and I love your outfit!"

Lys beamed and did a quick spin to show off her skimpy uniform. The skirt lifted from her long pale legs, all the way to her slender hips. Jorgen noticed that she was not wearing underwear, and that there was a familiar dark glass handle peeking out from between her tiny round butt cheeks. He held his tongue.

"Thank you!," she gushed, then launched into a rapid explanation. Jorgen had never seen the awkward elfling so excited.

"It's a maid uniform," Lys said, "I saw something like it in Nathelas, on a human attendant to the Areisian ambassador. So, I sewed one for myself. But I made some changes. Hers was too conservative. I'd be happy to make you one, but only for private activities. It's also the official uniform for master Jorgen's maids. But if you'd like to become a maid I'd be happy to interview you for the position."

Jorgen thought it best to cut the conversation short. The two elflings, or half-elfling in Lillie's case, were going to get into trouble together, he was certain. He didn't feel a need to watch the maelstrom of mischief develop.

"Lys, show Lillie to her room. I think you have one set aside?"

"Indeed master, it's the nearest of the smaller rooms to your and the mistress' apartments. It's next to Keira's room as well."

"Excellent, good work, Lys."

He had almost said 'good girl.'

"Lillie, let's have dinner in my apartment tonight. I'll introduce you to Selene. Lys will handle the details."

"Understood, master."

"Alright, daddy. I've never had a room of my own. So, thank you."

Then the little half-elf jumped into the barbarian's arms, and he wrapped her perfect little body in his massive embrace.

"Welcome home, brat," Jorgen rumbled, gripping her bubbly ass and kissing her adorable button nose. The pair kissed, and kissed, then kissed a couple more times before the big man put her down.

"I'm glad you're here, Lillie. A hole in my life is filled."

"Mistress Lillie, please follow me."

As Lillie followed Lys up the stairs, Jorgen turned to Keira.

"I'll be staying in I think. You?"

"I'm actually going to go get some training in. I've been neglecting it."

"That wouldn't have anything to do with Selene, would it?"

The beautiful elf deflected smoothly, "I am a ranger and your bodyguard, sir, training is an important part of the job."

"Alright. We'll have to do some training together one of these days. I'm not big on technique in general, but I've learned a few things."

"Indeed, sir, why use technique when you can just tear people in half?," the captain said, with a wicked grin.

Jorgen grinned back, and Keira nodded, then headed upstairs to change. He followed as far as his own apartment.

Then, of course, the huge barbarian stripped down to soak in his hot bath, where he dozed off.

"Master!"

Jorgen woke in his big tub, still perfectly hot, and turned to find his tomboy princess stripping out of some dark grey leather armor. It was similar to the ranger leathers, but it was clearly a custom set. It was thicker, with three layers of hardened leather instead of two, Or perhaps there was something else between the layers. The design and stitching indicated a much higher quality, as well. Higher quality than the Areisian nobles who came to Palla to play war, who wore the most impressive armor that the barbarian had ever seen, until now.

"Hello princess," he said, as her chest piece fell to the floor with a thud, "You're a sight for sore eyes. I've missed you."

"Hmm."

Then the silvery elf leapt gracefully into the tub, barely causing a ripple, and straddled her massive master's hips. She leaned in for a few dozen kisses.

"Fine. It seems like you MIGHT have missed me. I guess Keira didn't work hard enough at stealing you away."

"Princess," the barbarian admonished, "Your old rival is NOT competing with you over me. Neither of you will ever steal me. I am my own man, slutty elf. I also happen to love you to pieces. But keep me out of your rivalry."

"The oil pit will help with that," he added.

"The oil what?"

"You'll see. I will tell you that I intend for Captain Keira to be a mentor to you. I know that you probably find that highly unlikely. My willpower," Jorgen warned, "will win out over your little rivalry, I promise."

Selene was not impressed, "What could that bitch possibly mentor ME on?"

"Poise, maturity and discipline, off the top of my head."

She growled, and ground down on Jorgen's erect cock, "Are you fucking with me, human?"

"'Human,' again, princess? If it wouldn't ruin my nice bath, I'd be tickling you for that."

Selene's steely eyes gleamed and smoldered, but Jorgen cut her off before she could reply. Her powerful elven fingers and sharp little nails dug into the big man's shoulders, but he didn't react.

"Listen, princess, I told you I want you to follow your path. And I do. As long as it matches my path for you."

"W-"

"Grand Duchess Selene."

Selene was glaring daggers, and still grinding on Jorgen's massive cock.

"And part of that path is shaping you to be the leader I KNOW you want to be. Keira will be helping me do just that."

"M-"

"And yes I'm going to be fucking her."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. And you get to watch."

"YOU WILL NOT! I'LL TEAR HER THROAT OUT."

"Then I'll get Lys to hold you while I fuck your rival to screaming orgasms. Maybe Lys can use her plug to distract you."

"As if that little twig could hold me," Selene snarled.

Jorgen's deep voice was calm, unperturbed by the princess's tantrum. He was enjoying it, and she could tell.

"She will have ropes and gags."

"YOU BETTER NOT! I WON'T ALLOW IT!"

"So, princess, you're fine with me fucking Captain Keira, but not with watching?"

"YES! NO!"

"I knew you would want to watch"

"You f-fuuuuu- mmmnnnggguuuhh!"

The lithe, beautiful elf was thrusting her hips now, all power and grace. Jorgen caught her molten steel glare, and wasn't surprised to find intense arousal just beneath the ferocious surface. They hadn't connected yet, not fully, but he knew it was coming.

Jorgen's blue eyes twinkled, dancing between her intensely beautiful steely greys. Mithril, he thought, remembering Traya's flattering description. Selene was thrusting up and down his length with increasing fervor.

The big man rumbled, "Are you going to come for me, princess?"

"N-NOOO! YES! Fu-uck I h-hate youu.. r-right now! Oh fuuuck mmmaassteerr.. j-just.. fuck me pleeease!"

Jorgen thought that was a great idea. He stood to his full height in a single motion, lifting the lithe elf like she weighed nothing. She squealed and started pounding on his chest while he carried her to the washbasin. The barbarian proceeded to tickle the gorgeous princess until she was screaming bloody murder. She had pissed on his abs. He felt the wet warmth running down to the base of his throbbing cock, then down his thighs and onto the floor.

Elf piss smelled like baked apples, Jorgen noticed. He wasn't surprised.

But he squeezed her full, perky tits and growled, "Your little sister is going to have to clean that up, slutty elf."

Selene caught her breath, "Oh goddess, master, what are going to do to me? I'm sorry master.. Oh goddess from behind?"

Jorgen had dropped the tall, athletic elf to her feet, spun her around, then forced her down over the wash basin. She grunted when he kicked her long legs open. Then he wrapped a massive hand around her slender throat, and she moaned lustily. He lifted her chin until she was looking at herself in the mirror.

Jorgen growled, his calm, teasing demeanor had given way to the conquering barbarian, "This human is about to fuck you into a drooling puddle, princess."

"As if you could, barbarian!"

He caught her eyes then. It happened. The steel melted, the souls connected, and the barbarian bent his knees and slammed his cock home. Jorgen stared into her eyes as they widened in shock, both from what she found in her mate's eyes, and the invading monster of throbbing steel that had just split her in two. Then she screamed.

"OH FUCK!"

Selene came instantly, then came again, and Jorgen hadn't even started.

The massive human barbarian pounded the gorgeous, helpless elven princess for a lifetime. It never stopped. She cried, she screamed, she moaned, she grunted, she groaned, she begged, but he wouldn't stop. She told him how much she loved him, that she'd do anything he ever wanted, but he didn't stop. And the beautiful steely-eyed slutty elf came and came. The bathroom was flooded with her come and her piss, and her screams echoed off the walls.

Jorgen finally unloaded into her elven womb, her cervix sucked wildly at the tip of his cock to swallow geyser after geyser of come, until her womb could hold no more, and foamy seed spurted from her channel with every grinding, pulsing thrust. Selene came a last time, feeling his molten release fill her to bursting, then she passed out. The big man caught her, and pulled out as he lifted her into his arms. He felt his cum gush out of Selene's hot swollen swollen pussy, onto his bicep, as he carried her from the room.

Fucking beautiful, he thought, as he laid her gently into his bed.

"So that's Selene," a mischievous voice purred behind Jorgen, "She does have an amazing ass. And the silver hair is beautiful."

"Told you."

"I had to eat dinner alone while I listened to you ruin that slutty elf. Well, I got up and watched a bunch too."

"I thought you'd enjoy that."

"Pfft. She doesn't have my stamina, daddy. I hope you have a few more in you."

"You're a freak of nature, brat. Look at that body."

They did, for a minute or two. Lillie had the big man reposition Selene a couple of times, so she could get a good look. He demonstrated her flexibility and they studied her lax muscles, flexing with the motions.

Lys was in the corner, standing in her little maid posture with her skinny legs trembling. Jorgen ignored her.

"Fine, she's built like a goddess of hunting or war or something," the half-elf admitted.

"I know," Jorgen agreed, "How your little body can handle anything like this strong, lithe, athletic elf is a mystery."

"I'm magic, daddy."

"We'll see."

And then the god-like golden barbarian bent his little brat over his beautiful princess and fucked her unconscious too. Lillie suckled Selene's tit at one point. Jorgen flicked her small pointy ear when he caught her biting a too hard. Lillie screamed and came.

He followed soon after, then arranged it so his girls would wake in each other's arms, his cum leaking out of them both. It was so wrong.

Jorgen loved his afterlife.

Chapter 36: Elder Tiana, Finally

Summary:

End of book one. This is all exposition. I think it's good shit. If you don't, blow my MC. Try, anyway.

Book two here: /works/56536789

here: /nonsequiter

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Chapter Thirty-Six: Elder Tiana, Finally

"Thank you for coming, barbarian."

"If you'd like to call me Jorgen, Tiana, I suppose I'd allow it.

The aristocratic elf sighed, "Fine, Jorgen."

"Good. So, how are we going to make Selene the grand duchess?"

"I haven't a clue what you mean."

The pale, raven-haired beauty glared, betraying her casual dismissal.

Jorgen chuckled, "No? How about this? You're going to help me make your daughter the grand duchess."

"Jorgen, please. Let's not jump too far ahead. I want to tell you a story."

The ageless elder turned to her maid, "Sinea, tea please."

"Yes, elder."

Tiana led Jorgen to a pair of comfortable chairs, with one large enough for the barbarian. There was a small tea table between them, off to on side. She folded a knee under herself and settled in. Jorgen noticed that the curvy elf's dress had a long slit up one side, exposing a pale length of shapely leg.

Jorgen followed suit, leaning back into the plush seat.

"I will tell you two stories tonight," she opened, "The first is the story of the fall of the last king of Athea. But let's sit and wait for tea first."

"Alright."

"This is nice, isn't it? Spending time with one another, without your massive human cock shoved down my throat."

Jorgen chuckled at her casual delivery, "Did you not like my cock in your throat, Tiana?"

"I.. didn't say that."

"I wouldn't have believed you if you did. Show me an elf who's not a slut for my cock and I'll check for a pulse."

"I can't argue with that, as vulgar as it may be. Hence, the downfall."

Jorgen hadn't started the vulgarity, but he decided to let it slide. This was a good opportunity.

"Exactly. I don't mean to point that out cruelly. I suppose I'm laying the groundwork for my idea, about Aleisa's quest."

"I am getting a sense of what that might look like. I've had some interesting conversations with Arelyn."

Tiana's maid returned and the pair sipped their tea.

The elder began, "My first story, about the last king of Athea."

"I'm listening."

"A little over two thousand years ago, while the city of Areistea fell, we in Westhaven were awash with elven refugees from all over Athea. We put most of them to work, fortifying the border at Nathelas. There were also several hundred thousand humans, as you know."

Jorgen nodded. He was already hooked. Ancient history was fascinating to the barbarian. Ancient elven history, which he hadn't had access to in Palla, was even more fascinating.

She continued, "The King of Athea, Sinias Erovein, fled Areistea, which had been our capital for millennia. He led the remnants of his armies, his allies and advisors, and his royal guard to the Bastion. There they helped fortify the two hundred thousand humans holding that great fortress, and the mountain valleys behind it."

The barbarian knew that The Bastion was in the south of Areis, far to the east of Westhaven's mountain-border. It was still a major city and held the Areisian military's central headquarters, training complex, and war college. He had been offered the opportunity to become an instructor there. He was that good at killing orcs.

"Meanwhile, Westhaven was ruled by Duke Iolea Innare Atan, who happened to be the only wood-elven provincial ruler in Athea, a position always held by a duke. His wood-elven heritage is only an interesting detail, mind you. In any case, the current grand duke, Teiran Asata, is a cadet descendent of Duke Atan."

The aristocratic elf sighed, as if deciding to say more than she'd planned. Jorgen hoped she would. The barbarian was transfixed. The scope and scale of Athea's ancient history, the profound impact of it, he could almost feel it. Like lighting in the air.

Tiana came to a decision. She sat up a little straighter, and locked eyes with Jorgen.

"My name, though I'm not permitted to use it, is Tiana Eliniea K'Atan S'Erovein, the last of King Erovein's line. And of the main branch of Duke Atan's."

"Until Selene was born," she added, "So yes, it is my goal to put my daughter on the Grand Duchal seat, which will then become the throne of the birthright queen. How YOU came to that conclusion, Jorgen the barbarian, is a mystery."

"I suppose it is," he said, "I just.. knew. That she was a princess."

Jorgen thought momentarily of his seed, currently dripping out of an actual elven princess's pussy, one level below. The oversexed barbarian would admit to being a little twisted, if asked.

After a moment, he asked, "Does she know?"

"No. I do not believe so. A few here in the northwest know, and a few in Nathelas. Including the duke, of course. All have reasons to keep it secret, even from my daughter. Either for her well-being, or their own."

Tiana's blue eyes had glinted dangerously, for just a moment. It occurred to Jorgen that the formidable elven noble might have blood on her hands.

But he asked, "Why aren't you the Grand Duchess?"

"Because," she snapped, "I am denied the right to hold title!"

She closed her eyes and took a calming breath, then said, "We will get to that."

Continuing her tale, the elder said, "King Erovein's daughter, Tarei, who was his only issue, had a child at The Bastion. My ancestor, Esara Erovein - and she was not a pure elf. Her mother, Tarei, had fucked a human. She was tenarei. Sullied, ruined, along with her half-human daughter."

Jorgen nodded. He was intimately familiar with tenarei.

"After the war, my ancestors, mother and daughter both, were stripped of all titles and exiled to Areis."

"How-"

"Let me finish, Jorgen."

The barbarian nodded and gestured for Tiana to continue.

"Thank you. As I was saying, the orcs were defeated, the king was dead, the humans were leaving Westhaven, and Tarei had a rather one-sided trial.

"You have to understand that it was a fraught time for the elves. Westhaven was still coming to grips with the reality of the downfall, and anti-tenarei sentiment was high. A hypocritical thing given that our entire race was lusting for human males. We were also deeply ashamed of that lust. As hypocritical as it was, it saved us, for a time."

"I think I understand."

"Good. Ultimately, Tarei and her daughter were removed to the new Areisian empire - an entity that elves helped to create, by the way. Esara, the half-elf, was sequestered at Imestide, along with five hundred loyal courtiers and attendants - elves all."

"Imestide?"

"The Erovein estate in the Faewyld. Imestide and its lands were a protected enclave in the empire, much like Westhaven. In fact, they still are."

Jorgen raised an eyebrow but Tiana carried on.

"At the time of Tarei's trial, The official responses to tenarei, and to mixed-race offspring, were still being formulated and debated. A sympathetic councilor managed to include a condition in Esara's exile, and that condition became law."

Jorgen leaned forward, captivated. Tiana decided that that was a good time to refresh her cup. The teapot was still hot, and steam rose as she slowly poured the tea. The elf smiled innocently. The noble bitch was teasing him.

Tiana sipped her tea and the barbarian tapped a giant boot on her fancy rug. At least they were clean, and even polished. Lys was a good maid.

Finally. The elf flashed a grin at Jorgen, and mercifully continued her tale.

"The right of return. Elvish descendants may return to Westhaven, but only after our ancestors have bred true for seven generations. And we are allowed no title nor familial claims. Regardless, that is how I came to live in Selani village, though I didn't know any of this at the time."

Of course, Jorgen thought, Tiana had been an exile.

"As I said, there were only elves at Imestide. Other than Esara, that is. And though we dwindled, we bred true. Meaning that each generation of Erovein bred only with our pure-blooded.. companions."

She continued, "My mother moved us here when I was an elfling, as commoners. Under Westhaven law, Erovein's line died with him when he fell at The Bastion."

"So-"

"My story moves forward now, Jorgen, to the present."

"Apologies, go on."

"Thank you. The duke and his privy council have prepared a new edict: An elven line will be considered legally pure after ten generations of elven parentage. And its qualifying descendants may lay claim to old titles, and birthrights."

Jorgen's mind was spinning. The last of the line of elven royalty. Selene.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"I've been told that a masculine elf must be king. What role does birthright play, and how does that apply to female descendant?"

Tiana smiled, lighting up her porcelain features.

"Excellent question. First, you must understand that there's a separation between the innate needs of our elven species, and the reality of politics. We like to think we've evolved."

"Evolving makes a lot of sense to me. Especially considering that elves' innate "needs" are causing your species to slowly die off."

"Yes, Jorgen, exactly."

"The second thing to understand," the elven noble continued, "is that the reign of a king, or queen, is very long. The royal family becomes an institution in elven society. As such, the royal family has the first right of succession. They are given two full generations to produce an acceptable male heir. Once an heir is put forward, he may face challengers for the throne. In the meantime, a rightful queen may reign, or even a steward."

Jorgen wondered what constituted a generation for the long-lived elves.

"Two generations-"

"Yes, well, that rule is rather pointless, considering there hasn't been a single viable male to lay challenge, in at least two thousand years."

Jorgen noted the word 'viable.'

"Alright. What are the challenges like?"

"Arbitrary. The outcome is decided when sufficient elves, especially nobles, feel the desire to submit."

"Back to elven instincts. The command thing."

"Yes," she said.

"So, your plan is for Selene to become the Erovein queen, waiting for a challenger who may never come."

"Yes."

"Why? I mean, it's obvious to me that your daughter is meant to be a leader. But what end do you have in mind?"

Tiana sighed, and finished her tea.

"Originally, as a means to subvert the duke's plans for my daughter. But then the goddess visited me. She also has plans for Selene, as you have probably surmised."

Jorgen was caught up on the first part, "The duke's plans for Selene?"

"Yes," she sighed, "the edict that would grant the tenth generation its titles and claims. He isn't doing it for our benefit."

"How so?"

"Something I learned before Selene was born. I have been laying the groundwork for a revolution ever since. I won't have my daughter used to further that scum's purposes."

The raven-haired noble took a calming breath, and the barbarian considered her words. A revolution. He decided to withhold judgment, but he had no desire watch the elves killing each other.

"Selene is the ninth generation, Jorgen," Tiana continued, "The duke plans to marry Selene to his son, her half-brother, when that insufferable brat reaches the age of majority. In three years."

"Alright, obviously I share your concern there. Some questions."

Tiana nodded.

"How many children has this duke had, and how has he done it? That doesn't sound like any inorei I've heard of."

Tiana shifted in her seat, drawing the barbarian's attention to her soft, shapely legs.

"Here, the first story transitions to the second. Wherein Selene and I become more.. immediate victims."

Her next words were delivered with a detached gravity, "First, know that Grand Duke Teiran Asata is over five hundred years old. He is a fifth generation cadet descendent of the old duke, Atan."

Then the elder shook Jorgen's understanding of the elves' plight.

"And he is a male."

She continued before the barbarian could process that, much less respond.

"In fact, he is one of two elven males alive today. The Asata line has produced five such creatures, since the downfall."

"I thought-"

"The phenomenon has been studied, but our best guess is that they are such surly, stubborn, greedy, small-minded, selfish cunts, that some of the males survive the memories which should have destroyed their masculine identity. They have carried on driven by decadent self-indulgence, corruption, vanity, cruelty, and everything other than masculine pride."

Males, but not masculine, Jorgen wasn't surprised. Then he remembered Nelion, the barkeep in Areistea, who had said, 'No males, or very few and not prone to thriving.'

"Unfortunately for the elven race," Tiana added, "it seems to be a singular phenomenon."

She poured herself another cup of tea, and Jorgen nodded when she offered. It was still steaming hot. Curious, he lifted the delicate ceramic teapot, gently gripping its flowing handle between his huge finger and thumb. The color of cream, it was decorated with typically wood-elven nature designs in green and brown. The barbarian was ably to identify two subtle runes at its base.

The elf sipped her tea, then continued, "As to how the duke has reproduced. He has had five offspring. He had one child with his only wife, who is long dead, and that daughter was exiled as tenarei.

"But over the past century, sensing his mortality, the duke has become highly motivated by thoughts of his legacy. And he has resorted to extraordinary means to achieve his goals. He wanted a son, and he wanted an Erovein daughter to marry that son.

"Their issue would have a legitimate claim on the elven throne, and no viable challengers. His grandchild would be the first king or queen we've had in two thousand years. A true heir, carrying his blood twice over. As if it were his own child. For him, anything less would be an unworthy legacy."

Jorgen was starting to really dislike this duke.

"So, Jorgen, that is where I come in. The duke kept many females, including myself, in a harem of sorts. Inorei too, I should add. He used alchemical assistance that, in my case, amounted to rape, and used all sorts of other distasteful and often twisted methods to enhance arousal. You should also know that humans died in his experiments."

"Tiana, I-"

"Again, not the sort of thing that will help the elven people, just one very rich and twisted old elf. He was successful in this effort four times."

She held up a hand, "I'm almost done."

"It all finally stopped when the duke's male son, Norei, was born. That was fifteen years ago. His daughters, Raelys and Earys, are extras. Selene is the last piece. I was released, along with his other captives. But we were commanded to care for his children, with orders to secrecy upon pain of death."

She studied the barbarian, then said, "There you have it, Jorgen. Selene knows who her father is, but not how that came to be. Nor does she know that she is an Erovein. A few others know some or all of it. Most are my close allies, or the duke's. Raelys is one of them. Her mother and I were friends when we were captive."

Tiana waited patiently as Jorgen processed. This was all insane. Then again, it sounded like just the sort of insanity nobles would get up to. And, to some extent, he understood. Elven civilization was slipping away. A little insanity made sense.

Finally, the barbarian nodded, finished off his tea and set down the cup.

"How have you kept Selene's Erovein ancestry from her? I would think that the duke would have tried to entice her with his plan, or perhaps capture her. Why is she allowed to roam around, to get married to a commoner like Arelyn?"

"Aleisa was right about you, barbarian. You cut to the heart of it."

Jorgen acknowledged the compliment with a small nod, but gestured for the elf to continue.

"Right, yes. The duke can't be seen to associate with an impure line like ours. If he publicly acknowledges Selene and brings her close, he believes our heritage, which by treaty, the dukes have kept secret, will become public. He would then have to announce his edict earlier than he plans, and it will likely be unpopular."

"So," she continued, "He plans to announce his edict and his childrens' wedding simultaneously, effectively announcing our impure status and his.. Solution, I guess we could say. The return of an Erovein ruler would be popular, despite the stigma against those of us with impure ancestry. A stigma that my movement is also working to overcome."

"You said the dukes have kept your heritage secret, by treaty?"

"Yes, I told you about the condition of our exile?"

"The right of return," Jorgen recounted, "Seven generations of breeding-true, and the descendants would be allowed to return."

"Correct. However, the first Grand Duke of Westhaven issued an edict invalidating that law. Until the Areisian empress leveraged a treaty that guaranteed the right of return."

"What leverage?"

"South Drantyr County."

"What about it?"

"It was in the possession of the empire, well after the war. Our human allies had been responsible for defending the mountain passes in the south, which were passable for orcs in the summer months. They had a large population there, including many civilians. They built towns, farms, mines, and all the rest. There were soldiers on those southern walls whose parents and grandparents had been born in Westhaven. True enough all over the protectorate, but for the humans of South Drantyr it was their home."

Two thousand years ago, Jorgen marveled. The way the centuries-old elf spoke brought ancient history to life.

"After the downfall, the presence of humans in Westhaven, with no natural border, was a source of tension and concern for us. The Areisian empress was sympathetic, and amenable to the difficult task of relocating the human population, and ceding the land to Westhaven. She had a few conditions. One was the guaranteed right of return. Another was that our Erovein heritage be kept secret."

"Why was the empress so supportive of your family?"

Tiana smirked, then locked eyes with Jorgen.

"The first empress of Areis was named Tarei Erovein. The late king's tenarei daughter."

Holy fuck.

"Tarei's human husband, the first emperor, was the general who defended The Bastion to the end, and he was the father of Esara, my half-human ancestor."

Tiana wasn't done, and she kept the barbarian's gaze locked. He felt like he was under a spell.

"Tarei lived nearly seven hundred years, and her descendent sits on the Areisian throne today."

The room was dead silent for several long moments, until Jorgen couldn't contain his reaction, "Aleisa's cunt!," he boomed. A plate crashed to the floor in the next room.

Ignoring that, the barbarian ranted, "You are telling me that you and Selene are descended from the last king of Athea.. AND from the first empress of Areis?"

Tiana responded calmly, "And the old dukes of Westhaven, twice over in Selene's case, yes."

"And related to the current empress? Is she elvish?"

"Yes, cousins. And yes, Sinan's maternal ancestors have made a point of taking elvish men, as well as humans, to their beds. She has an eclectic bloodline."

"How old is she?"

"In her nineties. She visited Nathelas when I was sequestered at the palace, newly pregnant with Selene. Sinan and I met in secret. She was a very beautiful young woman. And very elfin. Between us, I was quite drawn to her."

Elves and their relatives.

The pair ate some finger sandwiches. Tiana's maid brought a towering stack of them for the huge barbarian.

Jorgen spoke up after few minutes of contemplative silence, "I had been planning to ask, when we finally talked: The duke should have heard of my presence by now, right? Selene told me there's communication magic between here and Nathelas. Am I a secret still?"

Tiana chuckled, "Hardly. He is aware. The rangers control the system of aligned crystals we use for communication, and not all the outposts between here and Nathelas are loyal to me."

She raised a hand, "He is not coming for you. At least not right away."

"Why?"

"Because you are holding Selene and Raelys hostage," she said casually, "and will kill them if he does."

"I.. am holding them hostage?"

"Yes."

More silence.

"Alright. It's a good tactic, Tiana. But I would have like to know sooner."

"It was on my agenda, Jorgen. As you said, 'when we finally talked.'"

"Fair enough. Since we're on delayed subjects, do you want to hear my plan for the ino-"

Tiana and Jorgen suddenly found themselves seated on comfortable chairs. They were similar to the ones they'd been sitting in moments ago, next to a similar tea table.

But the location had changed. They were in the center of a familiar marble platform, circled by pillars topped by statues of winged elven valkyries - Nikei, Jorgen reminded himself. A beautiful grassy plain extended to the horizon, under a blue sky with the occasional white, puffy cloud.

A third chair was set across the small table. Seated on it was a beautiful golden-eyed goddess, wearing a gauzy, nearly transparent robe. And a wicked grin. Jorgen noted that he and Tiana were wearing similarly indecent robes. At least he had clothes this time.

The champion decided to practice his divine flirting.

"Hello, beautiful."

The sex goddess blushed like an elfling.

"Hello champion," she purred, "and Tiana."

The elven noble blinked away her shock. Then she jumped to her feet and bowed low, smacking her head onto the table between herself and Aleisa. She didn't cry out, but it must have hurt. Jorgen appreciated Tiana's large (for an elf) breasts hanging down, with her thick nipples clearly visible through the gauzy robe.

"Tiana, I've told you we don't need to do this here in my realm. You're a guest."

"Yes, my lady goddess," she gushed, "Thank you."

The big man was just fascinated by the effect of the flustered elf's jerky, unsteady movements on her figure. The robes made it somehow more erotic than bare skin would have been.

She found her seat and Aleisa brought Jorgen back to the moment.

"I've been enjoying your conversation so far. I especially like it when you pray to my cunt, champion."

"It's deserved, goddess. You have a truly magnificent cunt."

"Thank you," she said, with a sweet smile.

"I decided to interrupt before our gorgeous, brilliant barbarian could lay out his ideas for the inorei, and elven fertility. He is onto something, but there's one piece of information he does not have."

"That is?," Jorgen asked.

The goddess's wicked, seductive smile gave him an instant, steel-hard erection. All the big man could do was sit back nonchalantly while Tiana's gaze dropped to the massive pillar lifting Jorgen's nearly-transparent robe from his lap.

The blessing, he thought. But Aleisa continued before the big man could focus on gaining control over his cock.

"Jorgen, my love, you are on the path to ascension."

Tiana gasped, as elves do.

"Ascend?"

"To godhood. I have finally convinced six of my peers that we need a god of masculinity, and you've been chosen."

"Uh-"

"That is, if you can overcome some challenges. it will probably take a few decades, depending. But that's nothing. I fought hard for this. You're welcome."

"Fuck me."

Master of Elves - Book Two

NonSequiter

Summary:

Jorgen the barbarian continues to enjoy his amazing afterlife with the elves, and maybe makes a little progress on his quest. The journey has just begun.

Free has maps and nsfw art.

Book One here.

Notes:

Starts right where book one left off. More exposition with some sex. Hopefully it's not overload.

Chapter 1: Divine Exposition

Chapter Text

Chapter One: Divine Exposition

Tiana and Jorgen suddenly found themselves seated on comfortable chairs. They were similar to the ones they'd been sitting in moments ago, next to a similar tea table.

But the location had changed. They were in the center of a familiar marble platform, circled by pillars topped by statues of winged elven valkyries - Nikei, Jorgen reminded himself. A beautiful grassy plain extended to the horizon, under a blue sky with the occasional white, puffy cloud.

A third chair was set across the small table. Seated on it was a beautiful golden-eyed goddess, wearing a gauzy, nearly transparent robe. And a wicked grin. Jorgen noted that he and Tiana were wearing similarly indecent robes. At least he had clothes this time.

The champion decided to practice his divine flirting.

"Hello, beautiful."

The sex goddess blushed like an elfling.

"Hello champion," she purred, "and Tiana."

The elven noble blinked away her shock. Then she jumped to her feet and bowed low, smacking her head onto the table between herself and Aleisa. She didn't cry out, but it must have hurt. Jorgen appreciated Tiana's large (for an elf) breasts hanging down, with her thick nipples clearly visible through the gauzy robe.

"Tiana, I've told you we don't need to do this here in my realm. You're a guest."

"Yes, my lady goddess," she gushed, "Thank you."

The big man was just fascinated by the effect of the flustered elf's jerky, unsteady movements on her figure. The robes made it somehow more erotic than bare skin would have been.

She found her seat and Aleisa brought Jorgen back to the moment.

"I've been enjoying your conversation so far. I especially like it when you pray to my cunt, champion."

"It's deserved, goddess. You have a truly magnificent cunt."

"Thank you," she said, with a sweet smile.

"I decided to interrupt before our gorgeous, brilliant barbarian could lay out his ideas for the inorei, and elven fertility. He is onto something, but there's one piece of information he does not have."

"That is?," Jorgen asked.

The goddess's wicked, seductive smile gave him an instant, steel-hard erection. All the big man could do was sit back nonchalantly while Tiana's gaze dropped to the massive pillar lifting Jorgen's nearly-transparent robe from his lap.

The blessing, he thought. But Aleisa continued before the big man could focus on gaining control over his cock.

"Jorgen, my love, you are on the path to ascension."

Tiana gasped, as elves do.

"Ascend?"

"To godhood. I have finally convinced six of my peers that we need a god of masculinity, and you've been chosen."

"Uh-"

"That is, if you can overcome some challenges. it will probably take a few decades, depending. But that's nothing. I fought hard for this. You're welcome."

"Fuck me."

"If you insist, lover," Aleisa purred, "I want to celebrate too."

Jorgen was nude and the beautiful goddess had mounted his cock almost before he could react. Not that he wanted to stop her.

The barbarian marveled at how easily she took his massive, rigid length, all the way to its throbbing hilt. She was silky and wet, and her cervix suckled the tip of his cock, just like an elf's. Jorgen's huge hands moved instinctively to touch her divine flesh, gripping the soft, youthful skin of her rounded hips and bubbly ass.

The sex goddess continued as if nothing was happening. Tiana just gawked.

"The first thing that you both need to be aware of is Freia. She's jealous."

"Freia," the big man rumbled, "So, you two are not the same being?"

Immediately distracted from his own question. Jorgen noticed that Aleisa's full, perfect breasts had slightly upturned nipples. Pink and plump. The barbarian was about to lean forward and grab one in his teeth when she pinched one of his own.

"Pay attention."

"Sorry."

"Freia and I overlap, and we share a pool of prayers and blessings. That was the compromise the unified pantheon agreed upon when elves and humans came into contact, and people began to worship gods from the two pantheons."

Jorgen pondered this as his divine lover rolled her hips, stirring his massive cock inside her. Her cervix slid in a circular pattern over his head. He studied the imprint of himself through her soft belly as she moved; It almost reached her solar plexus. "Stretchy elf goddess," he mused.

"Jorgen?"

"Sorry, Aleisa," he coughed, "So, you look like an elf, sort of, because you originated with the elves?"

"Yes, basically. I like the form they gave me."

"So do I," he growled, distracted once again. The barbarian pulled the goddess's hips down as he thrust upwards. Each of his eleven thick inches was fully enveloped by her divine pussy, and Jorgen was having a hard time thinking of anything else.

Then Aleisa's golden eyes pinned his own. It felt familiar, comfortable, and inescapable, and it made his cock pulse inside of her.

"Goddess," he heard Tiana breathe. She had been awfully quiet.

Then the goddess closed her eyes and ground down, hard, and uttered a deep lusty groan. Jorgen's divine willpower was put to the test and he growled with the effort not to come.

Then he remembered something. 'Remembered' wasn't quite right, he thought. It wasn't quite a memory. It was something he just knew. He knew what Aleisa needed from him.

So, the champion reached behind his sex goddess and coated his thumb in the thick cream of their joining, at the base of his cock.

"Aleisa," he growled, "I want you to come for me."

Then he teased her asshole with the lubricated pad of his thumb. He felt it winking under his touch.

Aleisa drew in a sharp breath, and her eyes snapped to his.

The barbarian smirked, then brutally shoved his entire massive thumb into the goddess' asshole. He felt his length pulsing through her flesh as cock and thumb conspired to stretch her wide.

She came. A goddess coming is a powerful thing. She arched her back and tossed her head to the sky. Her arms reached out, and seemed to grasp the very air. She screamed in a violent, uncontrolled release.

A pillar fell, its statue shattered.

Tiana cried out, and collapsed to the ground.

But Jorgen's mind was elsewhere as he pumped his own massive load into the goddess's suckling womb.

He remembered another beautiful woman, her back arched, her head thrown back, her hands tearing at the sky, screaming in release, looking every bit a goddess.

When the world stopped shaking, and Aleisa rested her forehead to his, the dominant barbarian spoke. His deep voice was gravelly with desire and release, but his commanding tone was unmistakable.

"Tell us about Selene, Aleisa."

The goddess froze for a moment, then pushed herself back to study her lover's face, but it was Tiana who spoke.

She panted her question, "What's this about my daughter?"

Jorgen looked over at Selene's mother. The lovely elder was on the ground. Her back was to a pillar, and her legs were spread obscenely. She had her gauzy robe hiked to her waist, her shoulders were slumped, and she was absently masturbating,

Jorgen stored that image for later.

Aleisa sighed.

"Let's have some refreshments," she said, then gestured a flourish.

The three found themselves on a cushion-covered rug around a low, square table. There were fruits and cheeses and breads. There was sparkling wine, and a mug of mead for Jorgen. But he reached for a pitcher of crystalline glass. He knew it held the coldest, purest, sweetest water he'd ever drunk.

The trio filled silver plates with bites of food, and took some time to recover. Then Aleisa started to speak.

"I'm not just the goddess of sex you know, in fact I'm not really a sex goddess at all.

"The elves historically portrayed me as the goddess of stable relationships, of procreation, of new marriages, of a prosperous life together, and of loving sex between a trio that would lead to many children and a promising future, to repeat the cycle anew."

A shadow passed over Aleisa's features, for just a moment.

"My sister, Arteia, and I used to share shrines and temples. We were prayed to together. Our priestesses were often lovers."

Tiana nodded solemnly at that. Apparently it was known.

"Combine us," Aleisa continued, "and pray not only for loving sex, but good sex. Not just stability, but fun too. Not just prosperity, but the joy of the craft and the hunt. And so on."

She sipped her wine and gazed towards the green and blue horizon. When she spoke, she sounded distant, and her eyes absently roamed the green plains of her elysian realm.

"I also happen to be a goddess of femininity. One half, again. Elves would look to me for the side of femininity that is somewhat traditional. Nurturing, empathetic, giving, seeking consensus and harmony, and so on."

"And your sister?," Jorgen asked, intrigued.

Aleisa smiled fondly, still looking into the distance, "The assertive woman, the leader, the huntress, the protector, the ranger, the paladin, the warrior queen."

She turned to Jorgen and her smile hadn't faded, "The tomboy princess, as you might so inadequately label it. My sister was a badass, as we like to say up here."

"Ah," he thought, "Selene is a goddess. I knew it." It was his afterlife, after all. Of course he'd meet at least two goddesses.

But he was one's champion. He let his goddess tell her story.

"Elves stopped praying to my sister, like most of the elven gods, after the downfall. Procreation was the only thing that mattered to them."

At that, Tiana's hands fell to her lap, and silent tears began to fall from her beautiful elven eyes. Aleisa brushed a finger along the elder's cheek and Tiana looked into the goddess's eyes, then a smile formed on her lips.

Jorgen let them be for a moment, then asked, "Obviously elves didn't stop being lusty, or having fun?"

"No, champion, but there's a certain divinity in the more exciting side of elven life. Or there was. A joy of living. The elves treasured it, and they honored Arteia. Until the downfall."

The goddess's tone hardened, and a cold breeze swept in off the plains.

"My sister saw this happening, and she was livid. She vowed before all the gods to destroy humanity, as humanity had destroyed the elves.

"She.. would not relent."

Then it was Aleisa's turn to cry, and Tiana clasped her hand.

"S-she planned to empower the orcs, with every last bit of her energy. They were barely stopped as it was. You've experienced it, Jorgen. Imagine them with physical blessings, or intelligence."

He had experienced it. Fortunately, in Aleisa's realm, it wasn't difficult to suppress his emotions. The willpower-energy he normally sought inside himself seemed to permeate the very air here.

Aleisa, on the other hand, was trembling. Her steely tone was gone, and her words were thick with emotion as she continued.

"Arteia was really going to do it, Jorgen. The world of Esir would be dominated by orcs if she had her way. But, the pantheon would never accept that. Not even the more brutal war gods. Not even Freia.

"They.. formed a jury to decide my sister's fate."

Aleisa closed her eyes.

"They judged her, they sentenced her... and Arteia was no more," she finished, her voice faltering. Then the beautiful goddess sobbed and tears poured from her golden eyes, now tinged red. She looked at Jorgen then, seeming so vulnerable.

The big man crawled to a spot between the two beautiful women, and he pulled them to his chest. Tiana allowed herself to be pulled in and leaned against his massive nude torso, while Aleisa turned, wrapped his arm around her body and straddled his thigh.

Jorgen felt pretty sure she was a goddess of sex, despite her protestations. She couldn't help herself, even in the midst of grief.

"I'm sorry about your sister," the big man said, kissing Aleisa's silky golden hair.

"She's not gone, though," the goddess whispered.

Then she took a breath and spoke more clearly in her rich, caramel voice, "She was dissolved, in a way. It took her a long time, but she's back. Well, her essence is. Her new self is powerful, and of noble lineage. She was conceived in rape and raised in a difficult home. But she grew strong."

"My.. daughter?"

"Selene," Aleisa confirmed, "But I worried for her, for years. She's more afraid than she might seem."

She lifted Tiana's chin and captured her gaze, "Tiana, you raised her well, but she has always felt a dark cloud chasing her. You couldn't hide the trauma of her conception, nor the knowledge of what the duke planned for her. You looked to her in fear and sadness. It drives her. Or it did."

The elder's blue eyes flashed back and forth between the goddess's golds, then Aleisa looked up at Jorgen.

"Champion, you changed her life, in more ways than one. She isn't afraid like she used to be. And by the way, I've been trying to help my nascent sister in my own way. You're not the only one who has a reservoir of my power."

"Like my willpower?"

"Her concept is more like inner strength and determination, but yes."

"She was afraid to go to the Faewyld," Jorgen said, "I thought it was strange, but my mind was on Lillie. I did see fear in Selene's eyes, like I'd never seen before. Not even with the leopard. Or when she met me, for that matter."

Aleisa nodded, "I think Selene has always associated the great woods with safety, and the wider world with danger. Not so strange in itself, but she felt certain that something 'out there' was coming for her. Of course that would be the duke, but she didn't know that."

"My poor elfling. This is my fault, isn't it?"

"She's an adult now, Tiana, and you can't be blamed. You were taken, held captive, drugged and raped repeatedly - for how long?"

"Ten years.. I love Selene. I do. And I'm so proud of her. But-"

"Tiana, listen to me. I didn't help your daughter as much as I should have, either. I offered her strength, but I was afraid to even speak to her. I worry that I might resent her if I do, for not being Arteia. But I know that's wrong. She is my sister. Her essence is so familiar."

The barbarian squeezed both women against him, enjoying the skin contact and warmth as goddess and elf had a cathartic moment. He took a moment to imagine Selene as a goddess in her own right. It wasn't difficult.

"I think what really bothers me," Aleisa continued, "is that she won't know me. I'm working my way through that."

She kissed Tiana on the lips then turned to look up at Jorgen, "I sent her a champion though. My best work, ever, perhaps."

Tiana didn't seem entirely reassured.

"Tiana," Aleisa continued, sounding stern, "Selene is an ever-present reminder of what happened. You aren't to be blamed. You are both victims of the duke."

The beautiful raven-haired noble closed her eyes and drew a breath. "Yes, lady goddess."

"Good girl," Aleisa said, tossing a saucy wink at the barbarian.

Jorgen was positive that Aleisa watched every single time he fucked someone, or had foreplay, or even flirted.

Tiana didn't even shudder at the goddess's 'good girl.'

Jorgen couldn't hold back his smug grin.

Aleisa pouted.

"In any case," she said, "Selene is doing better. Watch her though. Jorgen, Keira is a really good choice of a mentor. Her discipline especially."

"Alright, good.. Your sister isn't going to take over my princess's body, right?"

"No. My sister's memories are gone. What she was, the essence of her, is what Selene is. She's so much like Arteia. She doesn't have to change a thing to be my sister."

"And what? Will she live forever, get a realm, go to the pantheon parties with you. All that?"

"Over time, the same as you. Ascending is a process."

Immortality. Jorgen hadn't applied that realization to himself until that moment.

"Are we going to age?"

"Physically? No not much more. Let's leave it there for tonight. Tiana's maid is worried. I'm sorry to say that you two won't remember most of tonight, not right away, anyway. I'll decide if you need any of these memories."

That figures, Jorgen thought. He'd had his suspicions.

"This isn't the first time. For any of it," he stated.

"Not even close," Aleisa confirmed with a tight smile, "I'd like to show you everything, lover. Maybe someday. But most of what you've done.. You needed to do on your own."

Then her plush lips curved into a sexy grin, "You're very adorable, you know. Every time you seduce me, you think it's the first time you've done a goddess. You try to hide your excitement and be your confident, sexy self... It does make me sad that you don't remember us. Someday, Jorgen. Maybe sooner than later."

"This goddess is so in love with me," the childish barbarian thought to himself, "I wish I could remember it enough to brag, at least to the princess. And Keira."

He knew he had to try.

"Dear goddess, I pray thee let us both remember the sex. Just this one time."

Aleisa glanced at Tiana and her lip curved in that wicked smile again.

"Done."

Chapter 2: The Elder Hires a Whore

Notes:

Sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to post the next one this weekend.

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Chapter Two: The Elder Hires a Whore

"She never told us about Freia."

"She was about to, until you shoved your unreasonably large thumb into.. the goddess.. the beloved deity of all the elves.. into Aleisa's fucking asshole, you brute."

Jorgen ignored her, "I have a feeling that wasn't the first time she's messed with my memories. Or fucked me. Not even close."

"Yes," Tiana said drily, "that was clear to me."

Jorgen chuckled.

"By the way," he teased, lifting his hand towards the ageless elder, "Do you want to lick it? Divine butt juice must have spiritual value."

Then the barbarian noticed that his hand, and his cock, were dry.

"Never mind," he rambled, "It was just.. in our minds? Maybe? That woman does not feel like a dream. Well, she does feel like a dream, but in a different way."

Jorgen and Tiana had found themselves back in her salon. They'd had to calm the maid - Tiana deigned to let the poor servant brew some more tea, which seemed to placate her.

"If it had been real," Tiana said, "I would indeed have scraped it off and sent it to Lilonde, our alchemist."

Jorgen was quiet for a moment, as he considered the tangibility of the goddess's bodily fluids. The maid poured some tea.

"I don't believe it was *not* real," the philosophical barbarian finally said, "Realms are a different reality, I think. We have bodies there, just like the ones we have here."

It was Tiana's turn to contemplate.

"Perhaps," she acceded, "The smells are what give me pause, and lend credit to your theory. The combination of your musk and hers was so intensely, viscerally real. I simply cannot imagine how that sensation could be slipped into a dream."

She added, "Elves have long dabbled with illusion and psychic magic, but scent is nearly impossible to simulate."

On the subject of scents, Jorgen asked something that he wondered every time he and the elder had intimate interactions, which was more often than he would have expected.

"How have you not imprinted on me, Tiana?"

The beautiful elder smiled a little smugly.

"You met Clea, I think?."

"Ah, the bartender. You can do that life magic thing?"

"Yes, you barbarian whore, I can."

"So, bedroom?"

"Follow me."

"Five hundred daeri," Jorgen said as they rose.

Tiana smoothed her silky blue dress, drawing the big man's gaze to her full, shapely breasts, and countered, "You charged Clea three hundred."

"Yes but, you're the elder."

"I'm also your mate's mother."

"Four hundred."

"Done."

It was well past midnight, and Tiana lingered half-awake. She was on her side, spooned by the massive barbarian behind her. Even laying down, he dwarfed her. She absently traced the veins of the human's absurdly large right arm, and enjoyed the contrast between their skin. Hers was soft, smooth and fair, while his was golden-tanned and, not leathery, she decided, but durable, covered in places with soft golden fur.

They were two different species, but human male and elven female fit together so perfectly that Tiana couldn't help but ponder the elves' continued existence. But mostly, she was enjoying the feeling of being very small, engulfed in a mass of golden flesh and muscle. Small, and safe, in a warm, comfortable human cave. And it smelled divine. She couldn't bring herself to care much about the bigger picture, at that moment.

Tiana had only passed out once, and woke before the big man had pulled out. After checking on her, a consideration that was somehow surprising to the elder, he had continued his fucking, in slow, powerful thrusts of his massive tool, and she had continued her orgasming. For hours. It had been an immensely enjoyable evening.

Jorgen was a little concerned about Selene's reaction to him fucking her mother. She would probably be angry that she didn't get the opportunity to watch.

"What do you remember?," Tiana asked, breaking their comfortable, satiated silence.

"Hmm," the big man rumbled, "I remember.. enough to know that there are important things that I don't remember."

"Exactly."

"Was there something about another goddess? Artie?"

"Arteia. Yes, Aleisa's sister. I will be going to the temple on Tenari today. I want to see what needs to be done to restore her shrine, perhaps move it beside Aleisa's. That seems important, somehow."

"Alright, good."

Then Jorgen said something else that had been on his mind, since hearing the beautiful elder's tale.

"Should I go kill a grand duke?"

Tiana tensed, gripping the barbarian's powerful forearm with a surprising amount of force. Her short nails cut into his skin, drawing blood. Elven strength.

"Yes!," she hissed, then she took a deep breath and sighed, "No. Don't be a fool. Things are in motion."

"Alright," Jorgen soothed, squeezing a supple, ageless breast, "I believe you, Tiana. Tell me about Traya. And the movement."

Tiana started to relax, and resumed her lazy exploration of the big man's muscles.

"Very well. Traya is a double agent. She transferred from Nathelas, where she was a recruit of the first regiment, the duke's loyal guard. She told me that last bit, by the way. The ranger leadership here were convinced that she was a transfer from the fifth, who are garrisoned on the wall. She supposedly wanted to spend some time in the great forest."

"Interesting. Can I assume that if she does something, it's at your behest?"

"No.. Not necessarily. I trust her to a point. I trust that she believes in the ideal of the movement. But, she's likely to act on her own behest. We mostly interact when she delivers false reports for me."

"Alright. What is the movement? What is the ideal?"

"Other than restoring the house of Erovein and raising my daughter as its heir?"

"I assume most elves in the movement don't know that."

"No. The ideal is change."

"What kind?"

"Any. Any and all opportunities to do things differently, as long as the change might conceivably help bring elves out of our two-thousand year stagnation."

"So, you have a movement of elves who will support change."

"Exactly. And will listen to me when I say what that looks like."

Jorgen thought for a moment.

"Alright, then change this: Inorei are not 'he,' or 'him,' and they shouldn't be forced to pretend at a male role in marriages. From what I've seen, female elves make better husbands, anyway."

"I don't disagree. What do you propose and what would it accomplish?"

"Try to make elves a little happier," he started, "Dispel the pretense of inorei masculinity, and couples like Selene and Lyn might not resent each other."

Tiana spun in Jorgen's arms to study his handsome face.

"They do? I wasn't certain. My daughter is such an idealist.. But I have watched her optimism fade."

"Do, or did," Jorgen confirmed, "She resented having to play the aggressor and doing, well just about everything in bed - to a supposed 'husband' who was actually a submissive little girl. Lyn resented the unreasonable expectations."

"On the other hand," the barbarian continued, "Selene has no such qualms about dominating women. It seems to me, that, if a female elf has to do a little dominating to get a thimble-full of seed in her pussy, she probably doesn't mind. But, if she has to pretend to be a woman on her back, grabbing her inorei's plump little ass to help 'him' thrust, while trying to think of 'him' as a supposed male and husband. Not so great."

"As for the poor inorei," the vulgar barbarian said, "She just wants to suck some dick or maybe eat some pussy, and hopefully get something or other in her ass. And to watch a real male and female do the deed."

Jorgen emphasized that by pinching one of the elder's thick nipples, but kept talking. Tiana's breath caught.

"Maybe she plays some music," he suggested, "or massages some feet, right? Whatever inorei are supposed to do to spike arousal. But fucking the female? No. That's not how it was in the trios and that's not what inorei want. Trying to act like a male is just immensely frustrating and humiliating - and not in a good way."

The elf had a thoughtful expression on her elegant features.

The barbarian finished, "I think we have to dispel the idea of inorei masculinity, so your people will be ready for what comes next."

"'She,'" Tiana said, after a few moments, "I've heard you address Lyn as such.. She seems to respond well to you, Jorgen. She likes you."

Jorgen chuckled, "Selene is not going to be happy until I fuck Lyn in the ass. But I don't want to hurt her."

"We are pretty durable."

"Stretchy, I know."

"Sure. Alright, Jorgen, that seems reasonable. What does 'come next?'"

Jorgen rolled onto his back, cupping the noble's ass and lifting her onto his massive torso. She straddled his abs and sat up, waiting expectantly.

The big man studied the gorgeous naked elf and her full breasts, marveling at how little they were affected by more than two hundred years of gravity. Then he chuckled at her serious expression.

Tiana felt his deep rumble in her womb. For a moment she imagined having his child.

"Well," Jorgen said, "I was planning to get Selene pregnant by Lyn, as a test."

"But?"

"But, I don't think that's a good idea right now. There's too much danger, and she might need to fight. At some point she will need to lead, and we don't know when. When her half-brother comes of age there will be a reckoning, right? If you haven't made your move before then."

"This prostitution spell," he continued, "The one you're under right now. It can't be administered to another elf?"

"Not by me. My life affinity is weak. A life mage or a sorceress with good life affinity and a big pool? Yes, she could. It takes a lot of energy."

"What does it do?"

"It's called ta'sine, which translates to 'no engrams.' It prevents engrams from forming."

"On your soul, basically."

"On our sineneia, or just 'neia.' The thing which is central to our to our arcane physiology. But yes, you can translate neia as 'soul.'"

Tiana smiled, and added, "Inen e'sa sine neia illuome ta'sine e'sa neia n'jenei iserei n'atan."

Jorgen recommitted himself to learning elvish. The gentle music of it flowed from the elder's lips, somehow evoking raindrops from a gentle spring shower, disturbing the surface of a deep pool, in an ancient glade.

He understood then that the elves' very language was magic.

"Wow," said the very intelligent barbarian.

Tiana giggled and smacked a large pectoral muscle, then winced and shook her delicate hand at the wrist.

Jorgen laughed and pulled the beautiful elf down for a kiss. Her raven hair fell in a silky curtain around them, and it was a couple of minutes before before conversation resumed.

Tiana's face was flushed and she was panting a little when she asked, "You were saying, about the spell?"

"Oh, right. Find me a life mage, and a couple that wants a child."

"And you will help them with arousal, make it enjoyable, and make sure some elven seed ends up in the right place. Is that the general idea?"

"It's ultimately Aleisa's idea, but yes."

"Very good," Tiana said, "I'll talk to my allies and see if we can start to spread the message. And, I'll find you a couple."

"I wouldn't complain if they happened to be pretty."

"I'll see what I can do. And, I want to say thank you, Jorgen the barbarian."

"For what?"

"Well," she drawled, tracing her fingertips through the golden fur between Jorgen's pecs, "For the first pleasurable sex I've had with a male, for one thing."

Jorgen gripped the elf's plush ass and massaged its pliant flesh.

"My pleasure," he rumbled.

"And, for taking care of my daughter."

"That's my pleasure as well."

"No doubt," she said, flashing a grin, "The thing is, I am certain that what we don't remember about our meeting with Aleisa is profound. It affected my feelings towards you in ways that I don't fully understand. You're important, to Selene, to me, to house Erovein, and to the elves."

Tears welled in the noble's deep blue eyes, but her smile was radiant.

"Thank you, Jorgen."

He knew that there was nothing for it but to pull his girlfriend's mother down onto his steel-hard cock, and make long, slow love to her, one more time.

As the elf cried out her pleasure, the barbarian wondered how long the anti-imprinting spell would last.

Chapter 3: Bath Time Rivals

Summary:

Sexy time with Keira and Selene.

Reminder: maps and nsfw art on my free .

Notes:

Hopefully this makes up for the pair of short chapters.

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Chapter Three: Bath Time Rivals

It was late, and Selene and Lillie were still asleep in Jorgen's bed when he made it home to his apartment. Unless they'd woken up, the two hadn't actually met. Yet, his tall athletic elven princess and his petite perky half-elven brat were sleeping nude in each others' arms. Jorgen found that highly erotic.

The tomboy princess was the big spoon. She was when she slept with Lyn too, he remembered. It matched her personality.

Selene.. Aleisa.. Something.. Jorgen couldn't remember. But it was important.

"Good evening, sir."

The big man turned to look for the voice's source, but the room was mostly dark. A few magical lights, set low, were situated here and there. There was one on a small table next to a sofa in the sitting room. Jorgen took a moment to find the silhouette seated there.

"Ah. Good evening, captain. It's nice to see you," the big man said, striding over to sit across from Keira.

He reached over and turned the light up a little. There she was. Beautiful. The blonde captain had an open book next to her. Apparently elves could read in low light.

"You too, sir. I thought you should know - and I'm not saying that it's a problem - but I am able to eavesdrop on you in the bathroom when I lay in my bed."

Jorgen couldn't quite make out the blush on Keira's face, but he knew it was there.

"Today- yesterday, I found myself masturbating. I was listening to you.." then she blurted, "fuck the princess into the wall."

Jorgen chuckled at the captain's obvious embarrassment.

I heard every word, sir. And grunt. And moan. And scream."

"It's not a problem for me Keira, especially if you enjoy it. You have my trust, and I have no secrets from you."

"And it was the wash basin," the barbarian added.

"Oh yes, that fits."

"Come on, captain, bathe me and tell me about what you heard."

"My pleasure, sir.. I smell elder Tiana, if my ranger nose is right?"

"Indeed."

"Well done, sir."

Jorgen stripped and Keira studied his powerful figure. She had spent many hours watching his god-like body in action. What the young captain had witnessed the previous night, at the inn in Coldwater, was permanently etched into the her relatively innocent mind. It would be a powerful genetic memory, she knew. One that wouldn't fade for many generations.

Keira was still picturing the scene as the giant human removed the last of his clothes. And revealed his cock, bringing the memory to life. That little elvish brat had goaded him and his massive body into hours of rough sex. Keira had been stunned.

That didn't stop her from masturbating throughout the night. Her self-pleasure technique had improved by leaps and bounds as she watched.

She had been a virgin until the night before that, when Jorgen had pierced her hymen with his huge tongue and made her come harder than she'd thought possible.

And then the very next night, she'd learned how intense sex could actually be, and it was terrifying. She still couldn't get over the amount of abuse that Lillie had demanded, and enjoyed.

The athletic blonde elf wondered if she would ever want to be folded in half, like the petite half-elf, and pounded into a bed. She knew she was changing. A week ago, she had been afraid to sleep in the same bed as someone. Vulnerability was her biggest weakness. Or had been.

But when she made herself vulnerable to Jorgen, she felt like she'd found a home.

If the once-terrifying thought, of being wrapped in his massive arms to cuddle, had turned out to be the single most content, comfortable, safe experience of her life. What would being wrapped in the barbarian's arms and fucked into oblivion be like?

She knew she would find out, sooner or later. The thought had her sweating, and her undershorts soaked.

Jorgen was about to step into the bath when he caught sight of the beautiful ranger captain. She'd gone silent to stare while he undressed, which he was used to. He didn't hate the attention.

But at the moment, Keira seemed to be staring right through him.

"You alright, Keira?"

"Hmm? Yes sir, sorry. Nothing bad. Thinking about sex, if you must know."

Jorgen chuckled. The women in his life were usually thinking about sex.

"Well," he rumbled, "tell me about it while you scrub my back."

"Do you mind if I get in with you, sir?"

"You know better than that."

"Yes sir."

The big man turned to watch Keira strip from her ranger casual uniform. He really liked the style. Her trousers were a dark gray, and fit well at her hips - which were not slender or boyish, but were far from wide - and against her muscular thighs. They loosened into the knee , becoming wide enough to fit over her sturdy dark leather boots.

Keira efficiently removed three knives from those boots, the boots themselves, then her socks. She rolled those, and placed them with her knives into her boots.

Next the gorgeous elf peeled off her trousers. She made sure to turn away from him then, so he could appreciate how her shapely, muscular backside looked in her fitted trousers. Spectacular, the barbarian thought. She proceeded to peel said trousers over said backside, and Jorgen was erect by the time she had the waistband to her sculpted thighs. The only thing his cock could do at that point was throb, and start producing precum.

Keira left her thin undershorts on, and turned to watch herself in the mirror. It gave Jorgen a great profile view as she started to undo the buttons - great invention - on her uniform shirt, which was an ash-colored linen. The material was slightly elastic, with its short sleeves fighting nicely to the elven ranger's biceps while the rest of the shirt did nothing to hide the svelte strength of her torso, and her modest, perky breasts.

Keira worked on her buttons, and Jorgen scanned her long, athletic legs. There was nothing delicate about them, but they were still lithe and feminine. All the curves, but a little harder, a little more toned and sculpted.

Keira removed her shirt and the barbarian studied the profile of her lean torso and muscular biceps. Jorgen didn't think of her as muscular like a man. Nothing like the northern woman, Inasa, who they'd been so impressed by in Coldwater.

The ranger had subtle, feminine muscles, a little bigger than Selene's but not much. But they were toned to perfection and hard as stone when she flexed. The line of Keira's proud, disciplined back and her strong shoulders, through to the elegant curve of her neck, was really nice as well.

The captain removed the small wrap over her breasts. He noticed that the one she wore today had two buttons at the front.

Keira was golden tan to Selene's sun-kissed silvery complexion.

Her breasts were small, perhaps the size of a peach. They had nice, plump nipples, neither too big, nor too small, on small aureoles. They were slightly darker than Selene's pink. Jorgen decided he would take an entire breast into his mouth and lathe her nipple, the next time he had an opportunity.

It was two hours past midnight and he was ready for sleep, but he wouldn't begrudge his loyal bodyguard an orgasm or two.

Finally Keira turned towards him and leaned down to remove her underwear. The barbarian enjoyed the elf's small shapely breasts as she bent down, against the backdrop of her sloping, toned abs. Finally he caught a glimpse of her clitoral hood as she stood, and remembered the sensation of its plump. erect bud against his tongue. His mouth watered at the thought.

At last the naked elven soldier came to join the big barbarian in his bath, stepping in gracefully until she stood inches away from Jorgen's massive frame, gazing up into his eyes. He could see a little hesitation in her normally confident bearing, but her blue eyes betrayed more than a little lust and above all, steely determination.

His voice was low and gravelly as he rumbled, "You are a gorgeous woman, captain. Or a sexy slab of elf-meat if you'd prefer."

Her eyes softened and she giggled at that. Jorgen loved seeing her softer side.

Then Keira dropped her knees and Jorgen turned his back towards her, and did the same. He spoke as she took a small soapy towel and began to worship the barbarian's massive back.

"So, captain, tell me what you heard from our princess while I pounded her from behind," he said, growling a little as she scraped her short nails down his spine.

Her rich voice was husky and her small, strong elven hands never stopped roaming and massaging Jorgen's muscular flesh.

"Well, sir, I haven't heard Selene that angry since training, years ago. Usually when I managed to win at something. She doesn't take losing well."

"She thinks that she's losing to me now, somehow," she added.

"Yeah, I know. I need to make her understand that we are her team. That you are her team. Actually, I should confirm this, Keira. Please don't mince words."

"Of course, sir," she said, her voice full of devotion.

"You are loyal to me, correct?"

"To the last, sir."

"And Selene is the leader I envision for the elves. What do you think about that?"

"I think she is one of the best elves I've ever known. And a royal bitch. To me at least. But that doesn't matter. I will support her wholeheartedly. Doubly so because it's your will, sir."

"Good," Jorgen rumbled.

"Then we are Selene's team, you and me. We want to make her a leader. It's all about her. She's not 'losing' anything to you, by having you in our lives. Am I wrong?"

"No sir. It's just making her see that, past our rivalry, I think," Keira said, finishing his back. "Stand up please, sir."

The big man rose, water pouring off his torso as the kneeling athletic elf took him all in. She could still be taken aback by Jorgen's body, even after all the things she'd watched it do to Lillie the previous night.

The barbarian cleared his throat, and Keira began working on his meaty ass and powerful thighs.

Her lust was unmistakable as she asked, "Do you.. mind if I wash the rest of you with one hand, sir."

The big man chuckled, and spread his legs a few inches. He knew where the inexperienced elf was looking, and wouldn't deny her sexual exploration.

"I have faith in your ability to multitask, captain."

"Thank you sir," Keira said, and began to slowly, and thoroughly clean the barbarian's testicles and asshole, and everything nearby. She was just as thorough at massaging her own erect clit. She was getting better at pleasing herself, and had spent most of the afternoon and evening doing it.

Jorgen's deep voice was a little strained, but he spoke conversationally as the elf's attentions became increasingly lewd. A sudsy elven finger slipped into his back door, but the big man didn't react.

"So, the oil bath modification is in progress. I spoke with Lys before I went to see the elder."

"We.. we are really doing that, s-sir?"

"Indeed. Picture it, you and the princess naked, covered in oil, working out all your frustrations."

"I can't say.. mmm that I wouldn't enjoy that, sir, but it's not my.. uhh.."

"Take your time Keira. And the *one* finger is alright, if you're enjoying it."

She was clearly on the verge of coming, and purred, "Mmm I am sir. Penetrating.. the uhh.. Mmm," she moaned, "penetrator.. the supreme nggggod of pen... Ngghhhahh!"

Jorgen flinched as Keira's finger curled in orgasm, but she removed it soon after. He noticed a stream of precum leaking from his throbbing cock.

"So," he said, clearing his throat, "you felt a sense of.. power because you could make me take, for a moment, what you've seen me give?"

"And give and give, sir," the elf confirmed, "You fuck the world, but for one brief moment, I fucked you. And you have a beautiful, so very muscular ass, sir, and the way you gripped my finger was beyond erotic-"

"Alright, I think I understand. It's not my thing, but I'll never begrudge my beautiful bodyguard something so simple, if it makes her happy."

"Thank you sir, please.. turn around," Keira said. She sucked in a fortifying breath, then blew it out. She knew that she had to focus now.

The barbarian complied, and there it was, in all of its mighty glory. She froze, just for a moment.

"Breathe, Keira."

She did. She inhaled, deeply. And then her hands gripped Jorgen's rigid length while she buried her nose in his golden curls, inhaling the scent of his musk. And of his joining with the elder.

The big man chuckled, and pet the silky blonde hair of his strong, beautiful, disciplined ranger captain, while she was overcome by slutty elf syndrome. She hung off his cock and lost herself sniffing his pubic hair. He knew that his life could be far worse.

A few minutes later the elf was rubbing her head against his large fingers, like a cat.

"Better, captain?"

"Mmm yes sir," she purred, "washing now."

"Good girl."

"Mmmmnngghhhhhh," she moaned, gripping his pulsing shaft almost painfully as she came.

"Right, sorry, go ahead and ride that out, gorgeous."

Keira recovered and washed Jorgen's thick shaft, managing to continue their conversation about Selene while she lovingly worshipped its massive length.

"I think.. it's not my rivalry we have to worry about, sir. I'm certain I'll enjoy pitting my... naked.. oily.. strength against Selene's."

"Yes," Jorgen growled. He used his blessing and held off what had been an approaching orgasm. Keira's inexperienced, but intuitive touch was having an effect.

She looked up and captured Jorgen's gaze, even as she continued to worship his manhood, "Yes sir, it's just.. she.. will either take it too seriously, or not seriously enough. That is my concern. I learned to enjoy our competition, by the end of training. She did, in a way, but that was always less important than winning."

As Keira kissed his rigid cock goodbye, a few times, and then his balls, then moved down to wash his legs, Jorgen thought about the competitive side to Selene.

He'd seen it in her passionate grey eyes. He knew that about her, even as she was overcome by imprinting. The molten fire in those eyes. And he'd seen her fierceness at times in bed. But he'd never seen her really compete. He was curious.

"Well, I guess the important thing here is that I will enjoy watching the oil wrestling, and then we'll go from there."

He continued, "The other thought I had was to ask you to kneel to her. Let her get her dominance thing out of the way. Then, I'd tell her to do what you say, for her own good."

"Do you think that would work, sir?"

"It would be a fine start," said a haughty voice from the doorway.

"Are you going to fuck my lover, Keira, or just worship his thighs?"

"I-I umm, I never have, Selene."

Then she flashed a devious grin, "Perhaps you would like to show me how it's done?"

There were many things going on here, but one, Jorgen knew, was that he'd created a voyeur in Keira. He let Selene sputter for a moment as he sat down and leaned back.

"Thank you, captain. I can do my own chest. Enjoy the bath."

"Your hair, sir?"

"I'll skip it tonight."

"Yes sir," the captain said, and settled across from Jorgen with the water up to her shoulders. She looked adorable, and a little smug.

"You two are fucking unbelievable," the naked princess said, as she flowed into the tub on her long, lithe legs, and straddled Jorgen's hips. But before she lowered herself, Jorgen caught her looking over her shoulder at Keira and wiggling her ass.

"Very nice," was all the captain said.

Jorgen slid down a bit and straightened his legs until his feet rested on the side of the five-foot copper tub, on either side of Keira. The ranger spread her own athletic legs to overlap his. He enjoyed the feel of the slippery skin of her hips against his feet, and her strong calves wrapped around his knees.

Keira gripped his right calf with her left hand. He knew where her right hand was while she continued to study Selene's perfect ass.

The big man rested back, and Selene had all the room she needed

And so the graceful elf dropped smoothly onto Jorgen's cock.

Or tried to. She wasn't relaxed this time by several orgasms and an hour in the hot bath. His cock made it about four inches into her pussy before she groaned then came with an unladylike grunt. Jorgen had to hold her up by her hips so she didn't drop down on him before she was ready.

"Hello princess. Doing alright?"

"Fuck you, master," she growled, "I'm fine. Just pull me down."

Competitive tomboy princess was running the show.

Jorgen leaned around to catch Keira's eyes, silently asking the question, "Should I?"

"Sure, I want to see what happens," was her eyebrow-wagging response. The big man smirked, and looked up to capture Selene's fiery gaze.

"I love you, princess," he rumbled.

Then he pulled her down, all the way down, in a single, fluid motion. His steel-hard girth pushed through all resistance, splitting her silky elven channel with inevitable strength, crushing his massive head against her unprepared cervix, which spasmed helplessly against his slit.

She screamed wordlessly and Jorgen held her tiny trembling form to his chest. He thought of Selene as tall and athletic, but she was really just a tiny elf when he wrapped her in his massive embrace.

She was grinding her hips in orgasm but he thought she was probably in a bit of pain, too. He just held her and stroked her hair and her beautiful ass until she started to breathe easier.

He kissed her sweaty forehead and said, "I really do love you. How are you?"

"Fuck," she groaned, "That kind of hurt. You're so fucking huge Jorgen, fuck, goddess it feels so good now though. I think.. I'll just relax here for a bit."

Indeed he could feel her tight channel massaging his length, and her cervix softened, and began to suckle at his slit.

"Sure lover, just warm my cock for awhile, you feel great around me."

Keira hit her peak then, with a soft moan, and her nails dug into his calf.

"Captain, all good?"

"Y-yes sir," she panted, "That was.. Well, I know what not to do. I think I might ask Lillie for some pointers."

Jorgen laughed and Selene bit his neck with her sharp little elven incisors.

"I see how you get under our princess's skin captain, but I can't deny it's funn - GAH!"

Jorgen pinched Selene's long ear by it's twitching tip and pulled her back. Blood. Again.

She growled, baring her bloody teeth, and the big man switched his grip to the elf's elegant neck, squeezing gently but firmly, and pulled her in for a long, hard kiss. Her hips began to move.

After a minute or two, Jorgen sighed and sat back. He touched his neck and checked his fingers. There wasn't much blood. Selene glared, but healed his wound. She was getting better at that.

"So," she said, recovering and moving in small, slow thrusts, "I met your little elvish girl. Or rather, I woke up cupping one of her perky little tits while her ass ground against me."

"Now she's your little elvish girl too, princess."

The gorgeous elf scowled, but relented after a moment and closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Fine," she breathed, "whatever. Master, just shut up while I fuck you."

"Sure thing, lover."

She began to lift and roll her hips, and Jorgen pinched a plump, pink nipple.

"That's right.. Mmmm goddess I love your cock master. I feel so empty most of the time."

"I love your pussy, princess. So tight. I feel your muscles rippling up and down my cock."

Jorgen wasn't actually going to shut up. He did wink at Keira.

"Did you explore Lillie's little body, princess? Do you want me to tell you how you ended up in bed with her?"

"Mmmnngh yess fine.. tell me.. I played a l-little bit but she was snoring.. so cute.. mmm yes squeeze my ass master."

Keira was stroking Jorgen's leg and her calves were gripping his thighs, and he felt her hips rolling with his feet. This was very fun, he decided.

"So," he started, trying to keep the teasing tone out of his voice, "The little brat watched me fuck you, right there, on the washbasin. She thought you were gorgeous, but she did have some concerns with your stamina."

Selene growled, "Oh she did not, that little.. slut.. Oh yeah, she must love her *daddy's* huge.. fucking.. cock.."

"She sure does princess. Almost as much as you do."

"Mmmm fuck yes, I do, I love it, master."

"And so she watched me fill you up. And then you passed out. She bragged about how she went for hours the night before, and never once passed out."

To emphasize, the barbarian flexed his throbbing cock inside Selene's quivering channel.

She grunted, "That.. little.. fucking.. brat.."

"I know, princess, she really is."

"Sir," Keira gushed, "this is too fucking amazing. I'm working up to my third."

"You're getting better at pushing your buttons, captain. Good girl."

The voyeuristic elf groaned out in orgasm, "Nnggghyaaa ah ha!"

"Nice."

"Mmm.. yes," she purred, "thank you, sir."

"Keira.. y-you have a n-nice.. b-body.. I always w-wanted you- nngghh gah fuck! Coming!"

Jorgen carried on like nothing had happened.

"So, princess, I got a little defensive for you, you know?"

"Mm?"

"Yep, so I showed Lillie how amazing you are. We spent some time studying your body. I showed her all your lithe muscles and we put you into some interesting poses. She said you reminded her of a goddess of the hunt or something."

"While.." Selene started, catching her breath, "I was.. sleeping?"

Jorgen let her question hang until her hips were thrusting again. She was already fluttering around his shaft again.

"Passed out, really. She was very complimentary about your gorgeous, athletic, unconscious, very naked body."

"S-she uhhh.. She was?"

"We explored every inch. She even ran her fingers through the cum dripping from your sloppy pussy."

"M-maybe she's n-not so unhhahhh bad.. master.. fuck! Coming!"

The barbarian was grinning as he held Selene through another release. He felt Keira take her right leg and slide it between his. Then she dug her toes into his balls. It was.. not bad, he decided. He was getting there.

Selene had recovered and was gently riding him again, and she came in for a kiss. Jorgen and Selene had a few moments of intimacy. Finally she pulled back to look him in the eyes, her hips still rolling.

Tomboy princess focused on his deep blues and big barbarian focused on her steely grays. It.. took them a moment to synchronize. They had been apart too long. He decided that she needed to be reassured.

"I missed you, Selene," he rumbled, smiling fondly, "You're amazing. I think about you constantly."

"Hmm."

"I love you," Jorgen added, "I'm sorry we left things that way when I went to get Lillie."

"Oh fuck all that, master. Just tell me what you did with that little slut.."

She groaned, "On my.. unconscious.. body? Naked? spread.. leaking..? Oh goddess that's so fucking hot!"

Molten steel.

Jorgen just grinned, pulled his favorite elf tight and began thrusting.

"So.. the little brat wouldn't let it go.. you know?"

"Mmm!"

"So I stripped off her little leather skirt, and her undershorts, then her top. You like those perky little tits don't you?"

"Y-yeeaah I love them!," she almost screamed.

"I-I bent her over your naked body," the big man growled, "fuck, you feel good princess."

"Then?"

"I just bent her flexible little body and pushed her face right down between your legs."

"No! Ohh fuck! Master!"

Jorgen's balls were churning. He was as turned on as he'd ever been. Keira's toes were rolling and nudging his heavy sack.

"And I made her suck my seed out of you."

"Ngghhahhh!"

"And I fucked her tight little pussy, pushing her bratty face into your sloppy elven hole."

"Fffffuuuck!"

"And she was just slurping and licking it all up."

"H-her lil' tongue was.. just.. g-goddesss," Selene hissed.

"Oh yeah. Her little tongue. And she came screaming with her face in your creamy pussy."

"Guhh," she grunted, and her athletic figure tensed, her back arching.

"Finally, I yanked her head back and drove her up onto your unconscious body, right between your legs. I made her scream 'daddy' for twenty minutes while your naked body flopped around under us."

"Nnggh f-fuck!"

Jorgen started to grunt and growl, "Finally.. she couldn't take it.. and passed out with her cute.. little.. nose buried in your neck.. where she had been.. grruhh.. licking.. the sweat off your skin. Fuck, coming soon."

"Unnnnnngghh yeah! Coming!"

"Grrah!," he snarled, "Come on my cock!"

Jorgen's deep voice sent shivers down Keira's spine. She doubled down on the barbarian's huge balls, which were oddly compelling to her toes.

"Goddess! Fuuuck huge fucking c-cock master nngggghhhahhh!," she screamed. Then screamed some more.

Selene's orgasm was massive. Her athletic body rigid in his arms, she was thrusting her hips frantically, grinding down as she rolled them back, grunting and moaning beautifully. Her cervix was trying to suck out Jorgen's soul.

The barbarian was on the edge, and Keira's dexterous toes were getting adventurous.

Then, of course, the overwhelmed princess went lax, collapsed against his heaving chest, and passed out.

Fortunately, Jorgen was there. Keira's toes were really working his balls when he felt himself explode into Selene. He came with a roar. Hard. Geyser after pulsing geyser from his massive cock filled the unconscious elf as he gripped her slumped body tight to his muscular chest.

Then her body was full, her womb distended with his boiling come, and his copious seed was pushed out of the elf's lax, stretched passage, into the tub. Keira felt it around her wiggling toes.

It was one of the best orgasms of the barbarian's twenty-four years. It was too bad his tomboy princess missed it. He'd have to tell her what he did to her unconscious body, next time.

For now, the big man held Selene's limp form against his chest as he pumped load after load into her lightly fluttering pussy.

"Holy shit," Keira whispered, "I felt every pump. I feel your slimy come on my toes."

Jorgen grunted and grinned as he pumped his last.

He felt the ranger's toes curling against his scrotum, helping to squeeze out every drop.

Jorgen rumbled softly, a few moments later, "Captain."

"Y-yes, sir?"

"Good girl."

"Nghhhaaaa fffuuck!"

"..."

"... thank you sir."

"You're welcome. Now, help me get the princess into bed."

"Five more minutes, sir?"

"Sure thing captain," the barbarian said. He spent the time sniffing silvery hair and exploring slightly floppy elven ear-tips. He hadn't noticed that phenomenon, when she'd passed out previously.

Eventually they got out, and Jorgen held Selene's flaccid form as Keira gently dried her off. Then she lovingly dried Jorgen's body, and finally her own. He'd stood there patiently, barely noticing Selene's weight.

The barbarian had noticed the beautiful blonde elf fixating on his leaking seed, while doing her best to wipe Selene's leaking mound clean. He almost suggested that she could suck it out. But he was feeling sated, and Keira looked pretty content as well. Next time, he decided.

Finally the barbarian carried Selene to his bed, and arranged her and Lillie to his aesthetic sensibilities. Then Keira covered both of them with a sheet, to his disappointment.

The long night finally over, Jorgen stretched a bit before throwing on some undershorts.

"Lys."

"Yes master," she said, appearing.

He knew the little maid would be awake. Hopefully she'd gotten some sleep earlier.

"Do we have any of that smoky, dry brandy?"

"Yes master."

"Pour two shots over ice, for the captain and I."

Ice, because of course elves had it. In the spring and fall, boats brought glacier ice down to Valcris. Iced sweet mead was very popular at Jorgen's inn. The elves made it with runes.

"Are you old enough to drink, Lys?"

"No, master, not until I'm a full adult, at twenty. It's not good for elfling physiology."

"Alright, none for you."

"Yes master."

Ranger and barbarian sat side by side, and sipped their brandies.

"I'm learning a lot," she said, "Not just about sex. About elves, people. About Selene."

"Same here, captain."

"You seem so confident."

"I trust my instincts."

The conversation trailed off and the pair just enjoyed each other's quiet company. It was nearing dawn. The tree was quiet, and they could hear Lillie's soft snores from across the room. It was nice.

"I want to beat the shit out of the princess in the oil pit. Is that alright, sir?"

"I trust you."

"To the princess."

"The princess."

Jorgen went to bed wondering how they would clean off the oil.

Chapter 4: A Busy Morning

Summary:

Some time with Lys and Tiana, and a new quest.

Notes:

Sorry it took me so long to edit this one. I rewrote it quite a bit, and it's pretty long. I also made the mistake of downloading Stellaris, which has kept me up all night, three days in a row :o

Reminder that there's art and maps on my free .

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Chapter Four: A Busy Morning

The next day, a happy barbarian woke with a double-elven blanket. Selene was straddling his left thigh, and her head was on his chest, drooling a little. Lillie was on her back, spread eagle, with her head in his armpit and her ass in the palm of his right hand. That deserved a good squeeze or two.

He noticed that Lillie's left foot and Selene's left hand were both in contact with his not-quite-soft cock. The afterlife is something else, he thought.

"Lys," he rumbled.

"Good morning master, you slept late."

"It doesn't look that late."

"You usually wake at one hour past. It's one-and-a-half now."

"Fair Enough. Food?"

"Yes master. Breakfast will delivered daily now, at one hour past. I've kept it warm with oil burners. There are egg sandwiches with bacon and cheese, and a selection of sliced fruits today."

"The canteen is doing that?"

"They all are happy to help you, master."

Jorgen chuckled, "Well done, little one. Help me peel the girls off. They've been sleeping for twelve hours now, on and off. Should we wake them?"

"Lillie is pregnant, master."

The big man thought that was a pretty random statement.

"Right, and?"

"Elves nest during pregnancy, master. All the females around Lillie are probably going to sleep more, and want to be near her."

The elfling maid added, with a dopey smile, "I would climb in myself, if I didn't have duties."

"I.. what? For nineteen months?"

"Lillie should give birth in nine or ten, master. Since the child is a quarter-elf it won't be much different than a human pregnancy."

"You got that from the memories?"

"Yes, master. We're all pretty familiar with interspecies pregnancies."

"Still, sleeping all day for the next nine months?"

"They'll adjust, master, it won't be quite so much."

Nesting. Somehow, that didn't surprise the barbarian. Elves.

"Alright," he grumbled, "get me out of this naked elf pile."

She glanced at Jorgen's very large, tumescent cock, "Could I request..?"

He chuckled at the slender maid's adolescent lust, which she was unsuccessfully trying to hide, "Go ahead little one. And by the way, I do notice how well you're doing. You've been mostly keeping your eyes off of it."

"Thank you master," she breathed.

Then she reached forward and traced a delicate finger around the flared ridge of the barbarian's massive head, then down his long, thick shaft, running her fingertips across her sister's hand, still gripping his girth in her sleep, as well.

The pretty elfling absently continued, distracted by her master's gorgeous cock, "Te'eiren meditation is helpful, master. Once I remembered my lessons it became easier."

She ran her fingertips through Jorgen's nest of soft golden curls, then said, with a little hesitance - and he felt her short nails dig into his tight ball sack, "Master.. I am feeling a.. need."

He winced, and it took him a moment to realize what she was talking about. Imprinting withdrawal.

Her hand had resumed caressing him more gently, and the big man chuckled, "You want me to give you some orgasms, little one?"

Lys beamed at that, "Yes please, master. And.. maybe you'd like to fuck your slutty elfling maid soon?"

Jorgen grinned. He had to give credit to the leggy young blonde. She had been such a mess when she first imprinted. Several days later and she seemed so competent and put together.. She really took her duty seriously, he thought.

But she was still a slutty elf.

"I think your hips might still be filling out," he said, "You may be eighteen, but you seem like a late bloomer to me."

She nodded earnestly, "I hope so, master. I'd like to look more like my big sister," she said, scanning Selene's body, "before I'm done developing."

While Jorgen thought that was an unreasonable goal for any elf, much less an adorably scrawny elfling, he said encouragingly, "I understand, and I agree that would be lovely."

He added, "You might consider getting some exercise, too."

"I come from a long line of indoor elves, master."

The barbarian didn't know how seriously to take that.

"Got it. So, it might not be good for you to take me yet. That's why I suggested anal, if you really want to feel me inside you."

He wasn't exactly sure why, but he thought that would be safer for the stretchy young elf. At the mention of anal, she whimpered and squeezed a large testicle in her tiny hand, but not painfully.

Like I said," Jorgen continued, ignoring her attentions as best he could, "I need some experience in that regard myself."

He really did. In fact, he had never done it, and wasn't all that interested. But his relationship with Lyn made it seem like something he would eventually have to do, considering the little inorei's 'male' anatomy. He wanted to learn to make the experience enjoyable for them both.

"That.. would be more than agreeable, master. Also, I am wearing my plug."

Of course she was.

But his cock twitched at her casually erotic statement and he growled softly, "Show me."

Lys's light-purple elven eyes widened and she gazed into the barbarian's intense, deep blues for a moment. Then the slender elfling spun, a little awkwardly. Her coltish legs, barely covered at their apex by the tiny maid skirt, which ended just below her perky little butt, were as compelling as always. The big man's cock hardened under Selene's unconscious grip.

Lys looked over her shoulder, apparently hoping for some instruction. Jorgen studied his maid's petite backside and slender legs, and decided that her strappy sandals interfered with the effect of the delicate silver anklet, which had a short length of extra chain that hung down on the outside of her left foot.

"Take your sandals off," he ordered.

"Yes master," she chirped, then reached down to awkwardly undo their straps, then kick them off of her adorable little feet. Jorgen got several eyefuls of nubile flesh.

The effect of the simple anklet accenting her very long, slightly pink leg, and bare little feet, was as erotic as the first time he saw the pretty blonde elfling.

"That's better," he rumbled, scanning every inch of exposed elfling flesh. Then his eyes fixed on the breezy black fabric of her scandalously-short skirt

"Now you can show me."

Without hesitation she bent forward at the waist, and reached back with both hands to flip up the back of her skirt. Not that it was necessary, given its length, or lack thereof.

The barbarian growled in appreciation of her milky-white, nubile cheeks, which were parted in their center by a familiar dark glass handle. He resisted the urge to toss the sleeping princess and grab the little maid by her boyish hips.

Instead, he decided to tease her a little.

"Lys," he rumbled.

"Master?"

"Good girl."

She gasped, then moaned breathily.

"T-thank you m-master I-I.. ahhh.."

Lys's long legs were shaking violently and the butt plug's handle visibly moved while her little ass clenched around it several times. She'd lifted onto her toes, rotating her feet and causing the gap between her slender thighs to spread wider. Her smooth slit swelled and flowered open as the barbarian watched, glistening with moisture.

But the submissive elfling remained standing, still bent at the waist for her master's inspection. Keira would be impressed by the young maid's discipline.

Jorgen took his time enjoying the scene, and felt a several drops of fluid flow from the slit of his throbbing cock.

But finally he focused on his blessing and it softened almost immediately. It wasn't until then that the barbarian noticed that Selene had been unconsciously jerking his shaft. He imagined that she was having a nice dream.

Clearing his throat, Jorgen said, "Alright slutty elfling, we'll discuss this more later. When we take care of your needs."

"Y-yes master," she whimpered, "thank you."

"Good. Let's get these other slutty elves off me. I'm hungry."

Jorgen had thrown on some undershorts and a light, laced shirt, and taken a seat at a small dining table, which sat to one side of the large sitting room. From there, he could see the morning forest through the apartment's latticed balcony.

Floral scents and the sweet sound of little birds filled the air, and distant musical voices of the village's elves wafted up from below. Shafts of golden light pierced the canopy from the east, and the forest's early-morning mist, just starting to burn away, radiated a warm glow. The barbarian decided that this was his favorite time of day in the elven forest.

Lys brought a tray of food and set it on a nearby buffet, then laid out a place setting in front of Jorgen.

"Set one for yourself, little one. Eat with me."

"Yes master," she chirped, "thank you."

The young baroness meticulously laid out plates of food, then goblets of juice, and finally she poured a ceramic cup of steaming kaffe for Jorgen.

Then he watched as she slowly settled onto the firm, cushioned seat of her chair. He enjoyed several expressions crossing her face before she managed to recover from the experience. He momentarily wondered what that felt like, but decided that he had no interest in finding out. Keira's finger was his absolute limit.

"Comfortable?," the barbarian asked teasingly.

"Yes, master," she reported, blushing adorably.

The pair ate in comfortable silence for awhile. Master and servant. Both were beyond content at the arrangement.

Jorgen finally spoke, between sips of kaffe, "Go see Tiana after breakfast. See if she'll come down this morning to discuss my procreation idea."

"Yes master, I'm sure she will," Lys said, after she swallowed a bite of melon, "I saw the elder downstairs, speaking with her council. She was in a.. very good mood."

The barbarian chuckled and the elfling smiled, her beautiful lavender eyes twinkling with mirth.

Then she continued, "The leatherworker, Jira, should be here shortly, master. I told her that she could measure you for armor as well as take the commission for my collar."

Jorgen had forgotten about the collar. Studying Lys's slender, youthful neck, he congratulated himself on a good idea. A whim, really.

But he asked, "How did you know that I was going to get some armor?"

"Keira mentioned it after you returned from the human lands, master. She suggested I contact Jira. Since I'd already set this morning's appointment for the collar, I just sent word that you would be ordering some armor, as well."

The barbarian asked something that he'd been wondering "How do you send word around the village? Are there pigeons?"

"We use sparrows, master. But I sent Teani in this instance."

Sparrows. That fit the elves perfectly. Pigeons were clumsy creatures.

And he recognized that name, "Your maidservant arrived?"

"Yes master, yesterday. She's been instructed to remain downstairs and stay out of your way."

"Good. She's the same age as you?"

"A few months older, master."

"How does that work, with elven birthrates being so low?"

Lys hesitated for just a moment, then said, "She was a gift to my father, master, when he announced my upcoming birth. From Baroness T'Laisi."

"A gift? Like a slave?

"A companion, master. But in a way."

"What about her parents?"

"Minor nobles, master. I'm assured that they were honored. It's something of a tradition."

Interesting.

"Teani and I shared a wet nurse."

"How.."

"Magic, master."

It wasn't hard to imagine that life magic could make an elf produce milk. It probably worked for females and inorei, too. The barbarian nodded sagely.

Lys continued, "That is to say that we're very close, master. My only other close companions as a child were my- our," she corrected, nodding across the apartment, where Selene slept, "older sister, Earys, and her handmaiden, Saelin."

She added, "Earys and Saelin are to be married, but I don't know when they'll do that."

Before Jorgen could ask about that, she finished, "Saelin is, well, a typical inorei I guess you might say, master."

Very much a girl, in other words.

He thought about Lys's arrangement with her handmaiden. It was slavery. But it did all sound somewhat civilized. it seemed like the tradition might have developed as a way for young nobles to have peers their own age.

That aspect of elven culture wasn't a barbarian's business, he decided. He wasn't here to change their entire society. If it wasn't related to sex and babies, or Selene's birthright, he would stay out of it.

After all, he had his own slaves, of a sort, to account for. So Jorgen changed the subject.

"You grew up in Nathelas?"

"Yes master, at the ducal palace."

"Sounds like an interesting childhood. Tell me about Earys."

"She's very fashionable, master, and knows everything that's happening with the other nobles. She attends the best parties and knows all the right people.."

Lys carried on for a bit and the barbarian decided that Earys sounded like a twit. But Lys seemed very fond of her.

"How old is she?"

"Thirty-eight, master. She.." Lys's pink lips curled into a lewd smile, and her eyes sparkled, "..taught me a lot."

Oh?

"Oh?"

"I only knew what to do.. to.. myself when I first saw your beautiful body, master, because she.. taught me. My memories were still very vague."

She was blushing while she talked, and wiggling her ass onto the chair.

Lys had sister issues. The barbarian didn't actually hate that. But he'd keep a metaphorical leash on her for now.

Still, he thought back to a wipe-down session where Selene's perfect ass was worshipped.. to conclusion. That scene was forever etched into the barbarian's dirty mind.

But he wasn't sure about elven society's feelings about those particular interests. He did know that humans wouldn't be impressed. Well, most humans. As for elves, Jorgen did remember that a certain shithead duke wanted to marry a certain daughter to a certain shithead son.

Letting that go, for now, Jorgen asked, "How did she teach you?"

The big pervert just couldn't help himself.

"Oh master," she purred, or tried to, adorably. Lys needed practice at playing the elfling nymphet. She was just a little too awkward, "She touched.. and I touched.. and we giggled a lot, and she gave me little kisses. Then she helped me some more times, too."

Jorgen cleared his throat, "Right. Go see the elder while I get dressed."

"Yes master."

Lys was disappointed that her master wasn't going to ask for more details.

"And don't be afraid to remind me later that you need some orgasms. Just find a quiet moment."

"Yes master!," the elfling maid beamed.

She returned thirty minutes later, and found Jorgen standing on the balcony and appreciating its still-hazy vista of gigantic tree trunks. They faded into the far distance like the pillars of a great, endless hall, lit by a green and gold-stained glass canopy high above. His apartment stood almost halfway up into the canopy, and the barbarian felt like he was in the gallery of a giant king's throne room.

"Master, elder Tiana will be down at midday, after our appointment with Jira."

"Hmm? Oh, good. Let's have a light lunch here. Maybe if the meal isn't officially 'an event,' it won't become a disaster."

"Yes master."

"What's on my schedule, otherwise?"

"Master, the village is preparing for the festival, which will last until the summer's first new moon in a few days. It's not an overly busy time, but most elves are a little distracted. I enjoy the quiet at the elder's residence while everyone is off preparing for this and that. You might enjoy walking around a bit."

"A festival? What sort of things happen?"

"Many things, master. The individual tree leaders and their families are in charge, so there's a lot of dancing and singing and archery and climbing contests, and games of skill, even poetry contests. There's a lot of food, and artisans selling their wares, and.."

"Alright, alright, I get it, elf stuff. So, the next few days are going to be fun."

"Yes master, I think so."

"Alright. Is Keira out and about?"

"She is. She said she was going on patrol. I don't know where, exactly."

Jorgen nodded, "The captain will be where she needs to be."

"Yes master, that sounds about right. She's an impressive elf."

"Agreed," Jorgen said, still studying the view.

Lys continued, "Jira will be here in twenty minutes. Maybe put on some trousers, master."

"Will do."

The barbarian liked that his maid would allow him to dress himself, at least for casual occasions. The trousers and blue shirt from Coldwater would do nicely.

Jira was the oldest elf Jorgen had met. A female, she said that she was four hundred and sixty-one.

"It's hard for a human to comprehend," the big man said, making small talk. The ancient elf was on her knees, groping his large, soft cock, under the pretense of measuring his thighs for armor. This had been going on for several minutes. He focused on his blessing but otherwise ignored her. Jorgen was beginning to understand what it was like to be an elf, just a little. His body was literally irresistible. And he enjoyed that fact.

"Seeing that much history," he continued, "My clan still lived in the far north when you were born, many generations ago. We were nomads, and raiders."

Jira looked up for a moment and Jorgen considered the lines on her face. He thought they would fit a human who had just passed middle age. Her graying hair sealed the look.

She said, "It's just as well that so little happens in Westhaven, you g man. There's only so much variety an elven mind can remember in a lifetime. Even so, it all starts to mesh together eventually."

"Huh. That actually makes sense to me. I suppose a person has to remember the broad strokes, no pun intended, and the unusual events."

"That's about the size of it," she giggled, still stroking his cock, "Most seasons are just a repetition of the same time the previous year, and the one before.. But there are exceptions."

"Like?"

"Hmm. For example, every so often the prevailing wind changes in Westhaven, and we experience the terrible cold of the south. We freeze solid, if it's winter time. It can take fifty years for the forests to recover from that. Fortunately these trees," she said, seeming to gesture all around them, "even though they're mostly tropical species, they have their ways to survive."

The ancient elf was still looking up at him, but her green eyes were unfocused. She looked distant, and sad, Jorgen thought. He also wondered if they knew when those long winters were coming.

She blinked and offered a brief smile, "The cold does take many of the younger and smaller trees. That's happened twice in my lifetime. I remember those years vividly."

"I can only imagine," the big man said.

"You probably can't," she sighed, "I'm a nature mage. We can tell when even one of the trees in the area is sick, or dies. We feel it a little too. It's not a good time."

Jorgen just nodded and decided it was time for a less painful subject, hopefully, "What's a nature mage doing as a leatherworker?"

"It was my partner's business, but I'd helped her with the craft for over a century. When she died, some forty years ago, I finished up her last order from the local rangers. Then I took a few more orders from them. And here we are."

"Most of your work is for the rangers?"

"About half.. And we're done. Thanks for letting an old elf play with your cock for a while, young human. It's quite something."

"I know it is," he said with an agreeable smile, "I don't take it for granted."

"So, tell me about this 'kitty' collar" Jira said, offering a wry smile of her own.

Jorgen helped her up and beckoned Lys over. Nearly encircling her entire neck with his thumb and forefinger, he explained, "It needs to be fitted carefully, so that it sits..."

Jorgen was reading - trying to read - his elvish language book. Keira had translated a few pages for him and he had her sheaf of loose papers next to him on the sofa.

"Master, we have about an hour before the elder is expected. Might I request-"

Jorgen chuckled and closed his book.

"I feel like eating some elfling. Would that please you, little maid?"

"Y-yes.. I mean my legs open and close at your service, master."

"That's exactly right, little one," he rumbled. He strode to his bed and looked down.

"Selene and Lillie are adorable, all tangled together like this, but I am going to wake them up after lunch, one way or another."

"Yes master," Lys breathed, coming up beside him.

"For now, take off that skimpy outfit, but leave the plug.. I think I'll just.."

Jorgen proceeded to arrange the three naked elves in his bed just so. Two were sleeping like the dead and the third was utterly subservient. So, he got creative.

"Comfortable?"

He ended up with Selene on her stomach, drooling onto the bed sheet. He placed a pillow under the athletic elf's hips and spread her long, lithely powerful legs, lax but still visibly powerful, then had Lys lay back between them.

She was a recliner of sorts for her sister, with her shapely, bubbly, silky soft ass lifted to just the right height, and spread lewdly. Lys's neck was supported perfectly between its firm, fleshy cheeks. She rested her arms on the long, athletic thighs that were the arms of her recliner, and gripped her beautiful sister's elegantly powerful calves behind her knees.

"Yes master, this is wonderful. I can't imagine a better pillow. It's.. perfect."

"It is," the barbarian growled in agreement.

Then Jorgen, still in his undershorts, crawled up from the foot of the bed and grabbed the leggy elfling's own, more awkward knees. He folded her in half and spread her legs wide, with her feet dangling in the air above. Lys moaned and squeezed her sister's legs more tightly, and Jorgen thought he heard a faint answering moan from Selene. He might have just imagined it.

He was more interested in the little maid's smooth mound before him, her slit flowering with arousal, opening up to her human master. And her butt plug twitched below.

The big man dove in.

"Hhaaaa, yyesss mmaasterr!"

The massive barbarian devoured the slender blonde elfling for half an hour, and gave her a series of orgasms which had become one endless, trembling, moaning, whimpering and grunting climax by the time he stopped. Lys hadn't spoken an intelligible word after the first two minutes.

Jorgen gave her some time. Her pretty head was turned to one side and her drool shone on Selene's gorgeous right cheek.

"How are you little one? Want one more?"

She turned to gaze up dreamily, almost drunkily, "Y-Yes master, please. It's been a while and I want to make the most-"

"'Yes' was all you had to say, my slutty little elfling."

With that, the barbarian used his left hand to hold Lys up by one knee, keeping her folded and spread, and reached down with his right, finding the glass object protruding from the little maid's asshole. He gripped it gently, then returned his thick tongue to it's work on her little lips, her tiny clit and her still-intact hymen.

"Mmmaaah, fffuuuck!"

Then he began pulling on the plug.

She groaned from deep in her core. Jorgen watched her flat, sweaty stomach flex and she moaned, "Ohhh mmmaster.."

He felt Lys's clenching little ring stretched around the plug's thickest part when he paused.

"Ohh goddess, please!," the elfling whimpered.

"Beg me, not her." Jorgen commanded, then he dragged the flat of his thick tongue slowly up her smooth, slippery mound, from plug to clit.

"Ohhh mmmassterrr pleeaase."

Jorgen didn't move and Lys panted, "Please, please oh goddess master I love you! Please!," she whined.

The barbarian enjoyed his sweaty little maid's writhing and whimpering and whining for another few moments before finally granting her wish.

"Good girl."

"M-m-"

POP

"Hhaaaaah, ahhh, uungh, nnngghhaaa, ffffuck," Lys shuddered and trembled uncontrollably.

Then her pink, stretched asshole was winking shut, her hips were writhing and her left hand gripped her master's mane of golden hair.

Until finally, the exhausted, satisfied elfling's shuddering and twitching abated.

And she released the meaty flesh of a certain spectacular ass, which she had been gripping in her right hand.

Jorgen chuckled at the lewd display.

"Catch your breath then go take a quick bath."

"Yes master, thank you," the sweaty elfling's voice was a breathy whisper. But the dopey smile on her face was genuine and grateful.

"Tiana, welcome," Jorgen rumbled amicably, "Maybe we can enjoy a meal together this time."

"That would be quite welcome," the ethereally beautiful noble agreed, as she swept into the barbarian's large apartment.

She ignored his gesture towards the sitting area and strode gracefully to his huge bed. He'd left his girls in a rather artful tangle of naked limbs. The apartment was always a perfect temperature, and even the light linen sheets were usually unwelcome. He had tried half-heartedly to wake them before Tiana arrived, but they weren't having it. Oh well.

"My daughter is still sleeping? And who is this half-human girl?"

"That's my brat, Lillie. She's family," he cautioned.

"I suppose I'm expected to turn a blind eye to an elvish girl in Westhaven."

"Yes."

The aristocratic elf sighed dramatically. Jorgen wondered if she'd had to practice that. It was a good sigh.

"Very well, but why are they sleeping so soundly? Did you exhaust them with that beast of yours?"

"Well, yes probably, but I'm told it's a pregnancy thing."

"Ah yes, that's the pheromone I sense. Your 'brat' is giving off the strongest I've ever experienced. I couldn't quite place it. I wondered if maybe you were trying to drug me."

"I hardly have to drug you, Tiana."

She scanned Jorgen's massive frame in appreciation.

"True."

"In any case, she said, turning back to Lillie and her daughter, "Congratulations, I suppose.."

She sighed again, a little less dramatically, but continued before he could respond, "..but you humans breed so readily. All of the celebrations must be exhausting."

"Indeed. Thank you, Tiana," Jorgen said politely, deciding not to engage.

"Shall we?," he said, gesturing to the little dining table. Lys had set out a salad of some sort as a first course.

He pushed in Tiana's chair and noticed that the elf scanned his clothes before he seated himself. They were the practical, lightweight off-white linen trousers and cerulean blue shirt from Coldwater.

"Those trousers are certainly an improvement on the tights you wore to 'dinner' the other night, I must say."

Jorgen smirked, "I burned those, I'll have you know. I find elven fashion doesn't suit my figure."

"Yes, quite," the older woman said drily, looking pointedly, right through the table, at the barbarian's lap, "Your figure."

"And this shirt is really comfortable," the big man said, ignoring her sarcasm.

"Hmmph."

They ate their salads in silence. Jorgen enjoyed the small slices of green citrus and sweet bits of nuts mixed in with the leafy greens, and thought the dressing was made with some sort of berry.

After a few minutes, Tiana asked, "So, are we not to be disturbed this time?"

"Unless your daughter wakes up, yes. I wanted to talk about an elven couple I met. I believe you know them."

"Oh, who?"

"Siana, and Eanil."

Tiana's fork dropped to her plate.

"How.. They're alive?"

"Yes, and they're not far. Let them come home. With their daughter, Reina. That's the first half of my request."

"A daughter? Half-human, no doubt."

"As a female, just like Lillie, she should pose no threat. I wouldn't have brought a male, just so it's clear that I'm not heedless of the danger."

"I wonder. Do you know that, on the day we met, Jorgen the barbarian, not even Aleisa would have been enough to convince me to allow you to live?"

This should be good. At least they would get to the heart of the irony in being concerned about him introducing masculine outside influences to the elves.

"Well," he started, "I imagine that the ideals of the movement might have had something to do with it? Also my imprinting your daughter.."

"Yes, yes all of that. But no.. Jorgen, I. Am. Bored," she said, tapping her plate to emphasize each word.

Huh. That made sense. He remembered his earlier conversation with Jira. He thought Tiana's comment was not only about age however, but age in an age of stagnation.

"I imagine that's a problem for many elves."

"Quite. And you, my massive, well-hung, human boy, are entertaining. At the very least."

"Thanks, elder," Jorgen said with a wink. The very young-looking elf of over two hundred years rolled her gorgeous blue eyes.

"So, I've heard your first request. I assume the second request is dependent on the first, so let's say that I provisionally agree."

Jorgen nodded.

She continued, "I've never met the couple. They had a small tree to themselves at Olulal. But when they disappeared, it was easy enough to guess what had happened. Tenarei.. Was just one, or were both taken, do you know?"

"Just Riani. Eanil is a brave little inorei. He killed the man in his sleep before he could be affected. I got the impression that was not Riani's first preference."

"That's the nature of imprinting. Anyway, what's your second request?"

"I'll breed them. Well, Riani, with Eanil's seed."

"Why them? I have an aide working on a list of candidates."

"Well, hold on to the list. We can run multiple tests," the barbarian suggested, "but, I have a connection with Riani and Eanil. And they're both very pretty."

"That's reasonable," she admitted, "for an unreasonably large, virile, oversexed human, anyway."

"Good. They're living in an abandoned village on a large bay, about a dozen miles north of the Lorei."

"You want me to retrieve them?"

"I know you have rangers in the Faewyld. Based at Imestide, if I had to guess."

"Hmm," she hummed, appraising Jorgen, "Good guess, but not quite. We do have rangers that patrol the Faewyld, but Imestide is another matter. That you mention the place is very interesting. Perhaps a coincidence. Perhaps not."

"Oh?"

"Might I suggest an alternative to your request?"

"Sure."

"I would like you to take my daughter to her ancestral home. Well, one of them; Imestide."

Jorgen thought for a moment. A quest with the princess would be fun. And maybe it would be a good opportunity to help Selene with her phobia.

"What would she think of that idea?"

"She will not want to leave Selani," Tiana said, matter-of-factly, "but she must get over that sooner or later. Preferably sooner."

"I agree. I want Keira.. and Traya to escort us."

He added, "I don't know about Lillie. She might not want to be left alone in the village. She loves it here, but it's still an unfamiliar environment."

"Keira is your creature Jorgen. She keeps her ranger commission and rank but she is assigned to you, indefinitely. As for the elvish girl, that's up to you. But, just a thought, perhaps Arelyn and Raelys could take her under-wing."

"Good. I'll talk to them."

"But Traya? She is having some trouble.."

"Yes, and it's time to find a solution. I'm the problem, it's on me to help her past this.

Tiana wiped her face with a warm towel, elven style, and handed it back to Lys. The barbarian followed suit. He thought it was a sensible etiquette, and he liked being clean.

"Very well," the elf said, "we're in agreement. You will travel to Esterias, and requisition one of our navy's littoral yachts, which are weatherly sailers with a shallow draft."

Jorgen hadn't taken Tiana for a sailor, but she seemed to know what she was talking about.

"Alright, why those?"

"The Barandua river. If I have the right bay, based on your description, the river empties into it. Pick up your procreative experiments, then take the river to Imestide. While slow, that is, by far, be the safest route. You'll have my daughter with you, after all."

"The authorities in Esterias? What will they say, or do, when a gigantic, very male human shows up and demands a boat?"

"The navy is mine," the noble said, unable to hide the pride she felt at that accomplishment," as is Esterias."

"Ah. Well done, Tiana."

She nodded, offering a small smile.

"Oh. One more consideration. I think I need a life mage."

"Ah, yes. The anti-imprinting spell. That's brilliant. Has anyone ever told you that you're impressively intelligent, for a barbarian?"

"I may have heard that once or twice."

Or fifty fucking times.

"Well, it's true. As for the spell; If only my daughter would dedicate herself to magic instead of martial pursuits. She has potential and an adequate reservoir of life energy."

"That is on my list for her. And myself. Along with learning Te'erein myself, and improving hers."

"Very good, barbarian," she beamed, looking well-pleased.

"But, with Selene not being an option to cast the spell, for now..?"

Jorgen studied Tiana as she considered the issue. She was truly beautiful, sharing many of her daughter's best facial features, but softer, more delicate. Her hair was raven-black. She had pale skin, and striking blue eyes that were almost too blue to be natural. At least not for a human. She reminded the barbarian of old northern tales, of vampires.

The rest of her was elegant and shapely, including a nice pair of tits which her skimpy, strappy dress accentuated nicely.

"Would you say," Jorgen interrupted her thoughts, "that your features are more reflective of your wood elf or high elf heritage? Just curiosity."

"More high elf. Very pale skin with my shade of black hair are not common in Nathelas, but there are a few. My nose is all wood elf."

She had a lovely nose, Jorgen thought. Just slightly upturned at its elegant tip.

"And the eyes?"

They flashed with what might have been pride.

"They say I have Tarei's own eyes."

It took Jorgen a moment.

"The first Areisian empress, the tenarei?"

"Indeed, my ancestor, nine times removed."

"Well, she must have had lovely eyes."

"Thank you. As to the life mage, why not just imprint your little couple?"

It was the barbarian's turn to roll his eyes.

"Experiment aside? I have no doubt that I will be 'collecting' a few more elves, as Selene puts it, before all is said and done. I'd prefer not to add a pair on a whim."

He continued, "There's only so much time in the day, and I want to treat them well. Especially your daughter," the big man said, getting a nod from her mother, "They all deserve my full attention, as often as I can give it. More elves necessarily means I'll neglect someone. I don't want that."

"I'm pleased to hear that, Jorgen. I will find your life mage."

"Thank you."

"Once I resolve that concern, how will you proceed?"

"Well, after our meal, I plan to wake my girls, and introduce them to each other."

"They have not met?," she asked with a raised eyebrow. Another perfect affectation on the lovely noble.

"They have not."

"They seem quite well-acquainted for two woman who have never met."

"Well, you know how it is, when you sleep naked with someone. These things happen."

"Not to elves, as a rule."

"It's a new world, Lady K'Erovein."

"You mustn't speak that aloud."

"Apologies, Tiana."

"Very well. I'll write up orders for Commodore Neasi at Esterias, and contact a few mages this afternoon."

"And I'll let you know when we hope to leave. Thanks Tiana, and thank you for sharing a quiet, and successful, meal with me."

Tiana smiled charmingly.

"I've enjoyed it, Jorgen. Now, maybe we can schedule.."

Chapter 5: Introductions

Summary:

Jorgen and Keira take advantaging of the nesting coma to explore their kinks, and finally finish introductions.

Notes:

A reminder that there's nsfw art on my free .

Chapter Text

Chapter Five: Introductions

"Lys,"

"Yes master."

"If you wanted to rouse two nesting elves, or half-elves, from their pregnancy coma, without distressing them, how would you go about it?"

Lys responded without hesitation, "Sex, probably, master."

Jorgen had asked, knowing full well what the lewd elfling would suggest. The big man was enjoying the extended sleep play with his two naked and very sexy elven girls. It was all supremely erotic to the dominant barbarian. The war-weary barbarian who had chosen to embrace his wonderful afterlife, and all the fantastic opportunities that presented themselves.

So, Jorgen was free to command their small, perfect elven bodies - petite and nubile, in one case, tall and lithely athletic in the other - awake or otherwise. If he needed justification, though why should he, Selene, elven princess or not, was his slave. And Lillie? Jorgen just knew that she would enthusiastically approve. They both would.

But, for some reason, the most erotic thing was that Selene and Lillie, family now, had not actually met, despite their repeated intimate encounters.

"Yes, that's the most likely approach, isn't it?"

"Yes master," she almost purred. Awkwardly. Jorgen glanced down at the waifish elfling maid, in her slutty uniform. Was its skirt getting even shorter, he wondered?

But the wicked spark in Lys's expressive violet eyes was unmistakable. And a little reminiscent of her sister's molten steel gleam, if far less intense. She was beyond turned on. Jorgen would bet that she was dripping down her long, slender thighs. The slutty little maid was probably not even wearing underwear, despite Jorgen's repeated requests. She had apparently decided that he didn't really mean it. He probably didn't.

"Right," the big man agreed, "I think we can make that work. Maybe Keira would like to assist. She likes to explore some esoteric kinks."

"It would be my pleasure, sir."

The usually-composed Lys gasped an adorable elven gasp. They could all do that, awkward elfling or not, "Goddess, Captain Keira. Where did you come from?"

"I was nearby," the stoic blonde soldier answered, in her typical cool, casual tone. A tone which almost masked the intense discipline and its deep, balancing passion, just below the surface.

Keira was an impressive elf. A woman in full, with layers of complexity. But every piece of her was admirable to the barbarian, whether from his warrior's appreciation of a fellow soldier, or as an intuitive student of human -elven nature, recognizing a fundamentally good elf, or as an adventuring barbarian's ideal partner in crime, or a leader's recognition of a perfect aide, or a man's appreciation of an astoundingly beautiful woman.

Jorgen's feelings for Keira had hit him hard, he realized, and they ran deep.

"And she's a ranger," he offered, as if that explained the captain appearing out of thin air. Maybe it did.

"Yes, master, of course, that makes sense."

Right.

"Anyway, Lys, go retrieve Arelyn. But take your time."

The little baroness's pout, which her dutiful maid persona completely failed to hide, was adorable.

"Yes, master."

"Alright, let's strip. I have an idea."

"What's that, sir?"

"Sixty-nine."

"I've seen that when.. I went to wash my hair, sir," Keira said, as she peeled off her lightweight ranger casual shirt.

Jorgen took a moment to admire the elf's lithely powerful, feminine figure, her subtly-muscled abs, her long, elegantly toned arms, and her proud, sturdy shoulders, not broad, but filled out rounded curves, softened even more by her perfect, youthful elven skin. The beautiful captain's shoulders represented a uniquely feminine strength - of body and character. A small linen wrap bound her modest breasts, held together with two button strings at the center. As she reached for those Jorgen continued their conversation.

"You elven ladies know that you have this fantastic indoor plumbing, right? It's truly a marvel."

Jorgen winked at the statuesque blonde, who had developed a slight blush; her blue eyes twinkled, and her smile was radiant.

"The springs have a pleasant atmosphere, sir. And of course it's a very good place to learn about.. hair washing."

"Yeah Selene said..."

Keira's eyes were roaming her king's huge, divinely-perfect body as they spoke, anticipating...

The perfect human man dropped his undershorts. She felt her nipples harden instantly and her undershorts growing damp. Keira dropped her wrap absently, absorbing the gentle, but terrifying strength of her barbarian king, in all his nude glory. His intense blue eyes were busy appreciating her topless, athletic form.

Keira knew she looked good, to herself, and to him, but she didn't have anything nearly as impressive to focus on as he did. Massive height, powerful muscles and overwhelming masculinity aside, she would also need a soft, girthy, beautiful nine-inch cock to compete. And larger breasts. Which would all be pretty amazing, she mused.

Thoughts of using her Jorgen-cock to fuck a certain princess into submission came unbidden. She gripped her slender throat and pinned her lithe form and slammed her Jorgen-cock home as the princess screamed in both protest and pleasure. They were covered in oil and exhausted from wrestling. That was the barbarian's influence, Keira knew. And she loved it.

She shook her head and blew out a breath, then smiled reassuringly at her beautiful king, who looked a little concerned at her momentary lapse. Then dropped her belt and trousers.

"Right," Jorgen said, remembering their conversation, "I should probably go and take the hot springs in one of these days. I don't imagine anyone would mind?"

Keira's musical elven voice, which was perhaps a little boyish, was suddenly rich and husky.

She purred, nearly as well as Selene, the champion purrer, "Of course they wouldn't, sir. I heartily recommend it."

Of course she did.

Then the athletic elf winked, and offered a vaguely smug smirk to her appreciative audience, then turned away. She gracefully bent at the waist, showing off her elven flexibility, and slowly, very slowly, pulled her soaked undershorts over her ass, on its way to her long, toned thighs. Those lovely thighs which had just a hint of plush softness, where they parted to make way for her plump mound, above and around which sat that meaty, shapely ass. It was full and feminine, with ample flesh to grip in Jorgen's large hands, but just under that soft, fatty layer sat an engine of explosive power. It was an impressive ass.

Keira continued her show, which was the only correct way to remove underwear in Jorgen's presence, according to all the elves in his life.

The elf's pussy wouldn't release the last bit of wet fabric that clung to its very wet, swelling outer lips. It finally pulled away when she was halfway down her thighs, and her bare, glistening elven mound beckoned to Jorgen. He hoped to plumb its depths soon. When Keira was ready. The last strip of cloth parted those plush inner thighs and fell free. And as she bent down to pull them off her feet, her tiny pink asshole seemed to wink at the appreciative barbarian.

Stepping out of her undershorts, Keira turned and smiled at her king, as confidently as she could manage. She was bolstered by the knowledge that the huge human was very attracted to her.

"Perfect," was all he said. She was thrilled that he felt that way. She worked hard to be the best, and her body reflected that.

Jorgen spent a moment appreciating his beautiful captain, who seemed to be presenting herself for his inspection, half soldier, half blushing elf. The big man's blue eyes twinkled while he feigned an officer's dispassionate inspection, then he casually shifted to the matter at hand.

"Right, so, we lay them sideways across the bed. Princess on the bottom, Brat on top."

"I follow so far, sir," said Keira, standing at the naked version of ranger's rest.

"One step at a time, captain."

The partners in perversion studied their work.

"Lillie is yours, captain. You're familiar with the territory. Our goal is to initiate, in the hopes that they take over as they regain consciousness."

"I've never done this from behind, sir."

Jorgen knew what she was thinking. It could be an awkward angle. Then he remembered that Keira was genuinely curious about butt stuff. He knew Lillie was clean and adorably pink back there, but Keira would probably enjoy the process of making sure.

"Right, maybe we should prepare her butthole? That way if you stick a nose or a tongue in there it will be be nice and fresh."

"T-tongue?"

"I'm told it's very enjoyable. Not my thing, but women seem to enjoy it."

"Yes, alright, sir. I don't hate that thought."

"I don't have any particular experience with this. But I imagine a bowl of hot soapy water and a hand towel. We'll use our fingers to do the inside."

"Inside," she breathed, and her deep blues were roiling with lust, "Got it, sir, I'll go get those."

"Thank you, Keira."

Jorgen watched the lovely ranger captain stride away in her competent, no-nonsense gait, seemingly unperturbed by her nudity. She adapted quickly, to any situation. Then he studied the elves on his bed. He had some decisions to make.

"Sir,"

"Yeah?"

"I found these vials. One is empty and the other has some vanilla oil in it. We should be able to fill the empty one with the soapy water, then insert the opening into Lillie's butthole. Once to add some water, then use our fingers, then we can use it again to rinse. I brought a second bowl, as well."

Always prepared.

"Then I could perhaps apply some of the oil, sir? Just because."

"Anything you want, captain."

"I do enjoy this sensation," Keira said, her finger massaging the sleeping half-elf's anus.

"I remember."

"Ahem. Of course you do, sir."

"Ok rinse and wipe, and let's do this."

The big man walked around the bed, then got to his knees and leaned forward on the bed between Selene's long, perfect legs. Lillie's head, covered in her chocolate-caramel mop, with pointy half-elven ears peeking through, was resting on Selene's bare elven mound.

Jorgen lifted her chin, and admired the cute dusting of freckles across her adorable cheeks and slightly-upturned nose. Then he spread Selene's legs. He had her knees bent outwards, and turned a little to one side so her toned left thigh was resting flat, making a good pillow. He laid Lillie's cheek on Selene's inner thigh. She was getting a good whiff of the gorgeous huntress's scent, her nose only inches away. Jorgen kissed his brat on the cheek, then the nose, then the pointy ear, and finally on her soft, pink little lips.

"Little one," he rumbled, "time to wake up."

Nothing.

"Nesting coma.. We'll see about that. Captain, I'm going in."

"Same, sir. Let's try to synchronize. Let me know if she starts to respond to your attentions. It might be easier to tell you when Selene stirs, as I have her head here."

"Good thinking, do that. And enjoy."

"You too, sir."

Jorgen spent a good long while pleasuring his princess. Her arousal was flowing and her tight, silky channel had begun to flutter around his cock-sized finger.

"Selene is moaning a bit, sir. Still not awake."

"Progress, I guess. Lillie has a contented smile."

"I have a finger in her vagina, and a thumb massaging her clitoris. I'm enjoying the sensation of tonguing her ass."

"Good, keep it up."

"I feel bad for Lys, sir."

Jorgen had a feeling his maid was watching, anyway. Lyn and Selene's room was just across the hall, after all.

"Sir, Selene is tossing her head and moaning."

"Lillie's eyes are scrunching up, and she's panting a bit. She's so adorable."

"Yes she is, sir. And very attractive, even from this angle."

"Let's both add a finger."

Jorgen and Keira slid a second finger into their respective elves. While the barbarian was stretching Selene wide with his, apparently Keira had gone for the other hole.

"Her ass is sucking on my fingers, sir. That's new."

"Let's get their faces in position. Lips on clits I think. You'll have to support Selene's head."

"Got it, sir. Her lips just parted and she's kind of licking them. Keep going, sir, she's getting into it."

Lillie's tongue was begging to lick, and he kept it focused on Selene's clit while he continued finger fucking her. Her legs began to close around Lillie's head.

"Selene's awake sir. She's taking over. She's very experienced."

"So I'm told. Lillie's not, but she seems to be enjoying it."

"Mmmhmm."

"Good girl."

"Mmmmmmm.."

"Good girl," Jorgen heard Keira say, to Selene. Her hips bucked against Lillie's plump little lips. Not too violently, fortunately. It kicked Lillie into high gear and she began to devour the elven pussy she'd woken to.

"Well done, captain. I think we can step back. I'm going to watch."

"Me too, sir."

They spent a good five minutes. By now their bodies were curling together, hands were on asses and tongues were in holes.

"Princess, I'd like to introduce you to my favorite Brat, Lillie."

"Mmm Mmmph!"

"Brat, that's Selene's exquisite pussy. Treat it well."

"Yes daddy," she chirped, coming up for air. Then she began to shudder, "oh daddy.."

Jorgen raised an eyebrow and the little bard got back to work, sucking on Selene's erect clit and fingering her elven hole with three fingers, even as she came, with her little hips thrusting against her new lover's face.

Standing next to Keira, who was casually masturbating, glancing back and forth between Jorgen's erection and the erotic scene on the bed, Jorgen leaned over and asked, "Successful introduction?"

"I would say so, sir," she said, as Lillie shrieked an orgasm, "Would you mind introducing your tongue to my clit, please, sir?"

"My pleasure captain. On the bed."

Jorgen made sure to reward his favorite bodyguard.

"...Yes mommy! Stick it in my ass!..."

"Your tongue seems to have left an impression on Lillie's butthole, captain."

"Mmm, yes sir.. One more, please?"

"Anything for you," Jorgen said, and got back to sucking Keira's impressively erect clit. It was a grower, he mused.

"...Ohhhh fffuuuck mommy! Please put another one in my ass, oh my goddess, please fuck my ass, I need it!..."

Perfect.

Chapter 6: Picnic and Plans at the Spa

Summary:

Long chapter of smut mixed in with actual plot. Enjoy!

Notes:

Just a reminder that my has free art and maps.

Chapter Text

Chapter Six: Dinner at the Spa

Lys and Arelyn walked in while Selene and Lillie continued their mutual exploration. Selene was showing her how to scissor. The gorgeous silvery huntress was all fluid grace and strength, guiding and sliding the nubile half-elf's bubbly, petite body against-

Jorgen turned away before he got lost in the amazing scene between his two girls. They were getting along, and that was the most important thing. But Selene's ass, and her legs, and those long, graceful arms with that subtle strength that were just moving the sweaty little brat around like-

"Lyn! How's my little girl doing?," the barbarian said, forcing himself to focus on the beautiful inorei.

"Very well master, it's good to see you!," she said, beaming, and studiously keeping her delicate, blushing little face locked on Jorgen's, despite her obvious desire to look down - or even straight ahead.

The big man just chuckled at the adorable five-foot-nothing elf, saying, "You too, sweetheart," then he turned to his equally-adorable little maid.

The slender elfling was taller than her sister's petite 'husband' by a good three inches. Not as impressive as the ten inches that Selene herself had on Lyn, but Lys's waifish height still served to highlight just how little the inorei was.

Lys interrupted Jorgen's latest distracting thoughts. For some reason, this whole day had felt a little surreal to the barbarian.

"Master? Your big cock is waking up and you're staring at our ears. Is this a new kink? I was thinking of wearing a miniature ribbon around my left ear, to match the one on my thigh, but then I thought about.."

The weird little maid carried on like that for a few minutes. Jorgen managed to let Lys describe her very *elfling* thought process, on accessorizing erotic servant uniforms, without bursting into laughter. He had plans and wasn't going to be distracted by any further elven antics that afternoon. The grunting and moaning (half)elves on the bed included.

"Alright, Lys," he ordered, "Arrange an early dinner in the communal bath lounge area. We're having a family night. Finger foods and sandwiches, maybe. Things that will keep for a couple of hours. Never know when people will get hungry.. And find some of that wine punch with the fruit in it, I think everybody likes that.. And ice."

"Oh and juice for the elfling," he added, a little teasingly.

The elfling in question pouted for a moment, but quickly reverted to her slutty-but-proper, and slightly detached maid demeanor.

"Yes master," she said, bowing awkwardly. Then she floated off to carry out her orders, with a grace that belied that awkwardness. She did pause at the foot of the bed for a few moments, subtly chewing her dainty lower lip. Lys was an interesting elf, or elfling, the barbarian thought. He wondered how much her behavior would change as she grew into a fully-formed elf.

"...mmm right there mommy..'

Willing his blessing into action, but otherwise ignoring Selene's ongoing display of oral prowess, Jorgen looked back down at Lyn. But her big, aqua eyes had also wandered to her wife's encounter with Lillie.

She seemed to be admiring Selene's long, athletic legs. Of course the barbarian's blue eyes followed suit.

Those gorgeous legs were flexed as she, on tiptoes, thrusted herself forward, pushing her weight onto her lithe upper body and long, subtly-muscled arms, which were busy folding the little half-elf underneath her in, well, half.

The full length of the taller elf's body, stretched and flexing as it was, oozing with graceful power, was an amazingly athletic display. Or would have been, if it were any other elf. Or human, male or female.

Jorgen's attention was drawn to Selene's pointy ears, the tips of which were twitching in concentration, surrounded by the flowing silvery curtain of her hair. Hair which was unfortunately blocking his view of what was happening at the apex of Lillie's shapely little legs - which were spread wide and kicking the air helplessly.

Whatever the princess was doing, it had the little brat whining and moaning, and her dainty toes were curling adorably.

But Jorgen's eyes returned to his huntress's dangerous feline perfection.

Selene's hips were lifted from the bed as she pushed Lillie thighs down and apart with her weight. And she was thrusting them subconsciously into the empty space beneath her. The muscles under the soft outer flesh of her bubbly, perfect ass flexed erotically with each thrust, and framed her own smooth, pink elven pussy. Which was flowered open and absolutely gushing.

In short, the svelte elven tomboy was fucking perfect. So much for ignoring her.

But the barbarian remembered, again, that he had plans. His muscles had already flexed in preparation to leap onto the bed to take what was his. He could almost feel her hot, silky, stretched channel, futilely trying to grip and slow the assault of his steel-hard length, as he slammed himself home. Her soft elven cervix suckling at his slit even as he brutalized it with his massive cockhead.

He reluctantly stopped himself, sighed, and turned away.

Lyn was apparently studying her wife's perfectly-toned calves. For a painting, if he read her expression right. The sex wasn't doing much for her.

Jorgen cleared his throat, and reapplied his blessing, "What have you been up to, Little Lyn?"

"Oh, sorry master!," she chirped, "Selene is just so amazing."

"You're going to paint her feet, aren't you?"

"H-how.." she stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Never mind. I can't wait to see it. Anything else going on? I haven't left the apartment since we returned."

"Well, master, the village is preparing for the festival. There's a lot to do, so everyone's pitching in. I've been helping out some of my friends with decorations and such."

"Fun?"

"Yes, it is. I haven't seen so many of them in one place in a while."

"Good. Tonight at dinner I'm going to suggest that maybe you take Lillie under your wing for a few days."

"Are you going somewhere again, master?"

"Yep. I'll explain later."

The still-naked barbarian glanced back to the bed, and his cock instantly began to strain against its blessing-constraint. Jorgen imposed every bit of willpower he had, on himself and on his frustrated manhood. He closed his eyes and tuned out Lillie's extended orgasmic moan, and tried to ignore the ache in his heavy balls.

"Ladies," he commanded, but the husky growl in his voice undermined its authority, he thought, "Don't fuck yourselves back into a coma."

Selene came up for air, and her voice was huskier than Jorgen's own "Y-yes master, last one," she purred, before enthusiastically returning to her task.

"Mmmm ohh daddy.. ohh mommy don't st- ohh fffuuuck!!"

Jorgen was secure enough to admit that he could learn a thing or two about oral sex from his tomboy princess and sex slave. He mentally added those lessons to his agenda. Right up there with learning elvish and life magic. Holing up with Selene for a month didn't sound so bad.

Catching himself staring again - watching Lillie come, eyes clenched shut, gripping Selene's ears and grunting adorably - the barbarian decided he needed to just leave. He wasn't going to spend all evening in bed, but that outcome was becoming more likely with every second he stayed.

"Put on some comfortable clothes," he commanded, "and meet us in the bath. I'll go down with Lyn and Keira."

"And there will be food," he added, "If you need motivation. Neither of you have eaten in a day."

Selene audibly slurped and lifted her head a couple inches, but her voice was still muffled by Lillie's plush little thighs, which had clenched around her head, "Yes master! She just tastes.."

And then she was gone again, slurping away, drunk on the sweet caramel taste of young half-elf pussy. Young *pregnant* half-elf pussy. Nesting. Pheromones. Of course.

How could Jorgen hope to compete with that?

Shaking his head helplessly, the barbarian looked down into his big paws and found the shirt and shorts Lys had placed there before she left. He hadn't really noticed them. Truly a good little maid, he thought. He forced himself to dress and then strode purposefully towards the door. At least they had gone quiet.

Hopefully they hadn't fallen asleep, again.

Jorgen paused.

Fuck. That was a snore.

He'd suppressed the instinct, not wanting to make their bonding all about him. But, the big man decided, spankings were the way to go.

A half-hour later, Jorgen had heated up the small bath and brought one of the larger ones to the perfect temperature for swimming and splashing about. He'd given Selene and Lillie twenty minutes, to recover from their post-coma sex marathon, and their newly-sore butt cheeks, before they were expected to be downstairs for dinner. Looking presentable.

The contrite (half)elves knew better than to argue. Jorgen had gone out of his way to act stern and disapproving while he disciplined them (which didn't prevent at least three unintended orgasms - squirting in Selene's case). The truth was that he was thrilled that they were getting along. He wasn't remotely angry, or even annoyed. Sexually frustrated, on the other hand..

Lys had brought a small keg of light beer in addition to the wine punch, and Keira was enjoying a cup in the hot tub, looking very relaxed.

"It's good to see you smiling and content, captain," the barbarian said, lowering his mass into the bath, next to the beautiful elf.

"Thank you, sir. I haven't felt this.. It's strange to say, but, I've been so driven my whole life, sir, but I've never felt so.. accomplished, before. Like I've actually achieved something."

Jorgen drank his beer in comfortable silence, and let the serious captain elaborate in her own time. She was unusually introspective, and showing a little vulnerability.

"I suppose I'm just used to striving for the sake of striving. To be the best, but that's an ever-shifting target, if you know what I mean, sir?"

"I think so. Which achievements have you feeling this new sense of accomplishment? As far as I'm concerned, you have many."

"Thank you, sir. I.. well, I'm not supposed to say the word. But, among other things, like learning to experience intimacy with others, or being selected to mentor a royal.. mostly, it's serving you, sir. I can't think of a higher honor than serving a.. K-word. My dedication has paid off, in that respect. So, yes, I feel a sense of contentment. Thank you, sir."

The barbarian glanced down at his lovely bodyguard, and she added, with a new warmth in her cool blue eyes, "Thank you, Jorgen."

"Keira," he gently rumbled, but he didn't know what more to say without making it awkward for her. He had a feeling that the stoic captain might be a little embarrassed by her outpouring later.

So the companions just gazed at each other, and Jorgen went over what she had said.

The K-word. The barbarian would be lying if he said there wasn't an appeal. But elves deserved an elven K. He reminded himself that there were no masculine elves to take up that mantle. So, he reasoned, they would get a queen instead. He knew just the one.

Keira's soulful eyes, flickering as they studied his face, brought him back to the present.

"Reservations about that word aside, it's my pleasure, captain. One thing you've certainly achieved is earning my respect, my admiration, my trust, and my affection. I hope that feels like an accomplishment in itself, in some small way."

"It does, sir. It feels better than anything has in a long time. Maybe ever."

Jorgen could see the past few minutes of vulnerability catching up with her. The strong, beautiful elven ranger was blushing like an elfling. To his surprise, she wasn't quite finished.

She added, in a near-whisper, "The sentiments are mutual, Jorgen."

The big man smiled at the admission, but managed not to grin like an idiot.

"I'm glad to hear it, my steadfast companion," he said, and held up his mug. She clinked her glass and took a long pull.

Then Jorgen decided to rescue Keira from herself before she melted from all the emotion.

"Lyn, come, sit."

The adorably naked inorei had been picking at a plate of vegetables and dip, but happily pattered over, her eyes roaming Jorgen's bare chest. Her little penis sprang to attention before she managed to submerge herself, obviously embarrassed.

"No reason to hide your little thing," Jorgen gently teased, "Be yourself."

"Y-yes, master," she whimpered.

Keira chimed in unexpectedly, "I'm sure it's an adjustment, Arelyn. It seems to me that the sooner you can let go of your masculine self-expectations - and no other elf expects that of you anymore - the happier you'll be. Am I making sense?"

Lyn perked up at Keira's attention, "I think that's right, captain Keira. It's not really hard, though."

The petite elf's eyes roamed Jorgen's muscled bulk and a lusty little smile formed, "I love it, actually. All of it."

The barbarian chuckled at the sexy little inorei's antics, and patted the water over his lap.

"Yes, master," Lyn said, moving without hesitation until she was sitting on the big man's thigh, with her slender legs between his. Her hands immediately found Jorgen's flaccid cock. He smiled fondly and stroked her silky hair, then casually brought up the matter at hand.

"So, Selene and I will be taking a trip to visit Imestide."

"Really, sir? What's the mission?"

"Tiana wants Selene to visit the old Erovein estate, and we all want her to face her fears of leaving Selani. It's time, I think. I also have some business with a couple of exiles, who live in that direction."

Lyn looked up from stroking Jorgen's newest erection with both hands. They looked tiny against the barbarian's massive shaft, and its fleshy helmet was stirring the surface of the water as Lyn stroked.

She asked, "You said something about Lillie, master?"

Ignoring the question for a moment, Jorgen offered, "Captain, our little inorei here likes butt stuff."

He hadn't given the imprinted elf any attention since before the expedition to retrieve Lillie. She deserved a little loving.

Keira grinned, apparently game, "Come sit on this side, Arelyn."

"Wha? Umm, sure, captain Keira. You can call me Lyn, if you want?"

Lyn settled in on Jorgen's opposite thigh and Keira's hands disappeared. He wrapped the soft little inorei in his massive arms and kissed the silky, wavy hair on top of her head. Then he took the tip of a long, pointed ear in his teeth, for just a moment, causing Lyn to cry out.

Jorgen had learned that close contact, and an orgasm or two, were enough to satisfy his imprinted elves. For a while. Thankfully sex wasn't a requirement.

The more he thought about it, the less sure he was about shoving his cock into the petite elf's bubbly, adorable, and from Jorgen's perspective, absolutely tiny ass. Even Lys seemed like a better candidate for that treatment. On the other hand, maybe the barbarian should trust the elves when it came to their own bodies. Both Lyn and her wife were enthusiastic about the idea.

Wife. Should he make them his wives, officially? If so, when? Something to ask around about. Discreetly. He had no doubts about marrying Selene, and the inorei squirming in his lap was part of the package. He gave her hip an affectionate squeeze.

"That's right, little Lyn, yeah," Keira purred, obviously getting into it. The recently-virginal captain had definitely developed some kinks.

Jorgen returned to their conversation, letting his bodyguard handle the orgasm part.

"So, yes Lyn, I think I'd like to leave Lillie here. I don't want her back in a possibly dangerous situation so soon after her ordeal. And that's one thing I hope you can help her with, while we're gone."

"H-help, master?," Lyn almost yelped.

"Yes. She was.. violated. In the Faewyld. She's doing better, but she still needs support. You have empathy, kindness and patience, I think that's exactly what she needs. Her mother will be around as well, so it won't be entirely on you."

Keira apparently inserted another finger, before Lyn could reply.

"Nnnnmmpphh," she whined, then panted as she recovered from whatever Keira had done, "I.. can try.. m-master."

"Good girl. Let captain Keira make you come."

"Mmmaster," the sexy little elf moaned, closing her eyes and gripping Jorgen's cock more tightly.

Jorgen was happy to see her let go. They were quiet for a few moments.

"I'll give you the details later, after I discuss it with the others," Jorgen said to Lyn, as Keira began to work her over a second time. He felt the captain's fingers move against his thigh, which were more noticeable than the little penis she was playing with.

"C-Captain Keira, please.."

"That's good, Lyn," the kinky blonde ranger cooed, "let it out. You're so tight around my fingers. That's right, squeeze me with your little butt, Lyn."

"Nngghhuhh," she groaned in her girlish voice.

"Good girl."

Contemplating the perverted scene, Jorgen finally let himself admit that he was in love with Keira. And he knew she would always be at his side, sharing almost every experience. That was a very comfortable thought.

Lyn was exhausted after her second orgasm, and had to be carried up to the lounge. Jorgen made sure to apply Aleisa's blessing before he stood. He was hungry and didn't need to be attacked by any of his slutty elves.

Tisia had sent over a light robe that almost fit Jorgen's giant frame, and he'd happily donned it. He'd taken a lounge seat under the miniature, magical suns, turned up just enough to create a balmy atmosphere, and had a small stack of sandwiches on one knee. It felt like a proper picnic, he thought.

"Master!"

"Daddy!"

Selene and Lillie looked flushed, happy and beautiful. And clean, Jorgen noticed, with their hair no longer plastered to their faces by bodily fluid. They came in wearing matching cream-colored tunics, and holding hands.

The tunics were clearly the same size. On Selene, it barely covered her divine elven ass, showcasing her never-ending legs. On Lillie, the same tunic went almost to her adorable knees. It was all perfect. Jorgen felt a deep sense of peace, seeing his new family bonding together.

That feeling unearthed thoughts of Ania and Argen. He remembered a picnic the three of them had shared, camping at their secret spot by a small waterfall that fell into lake Valcris. It was the highlight of their last summer together, five, almost six years past.

The bittersweet memory was pushed away by his mental defenses, just before it turned dark. Like it often did, the process left Jorgen seeing a static image of a happy moment in time, that felt very long ago, and very far away. A lifetime away, in fact.

In *convenient* fact, he knew. The barbarian had to deal with the guilt that came with that convenience like a normal person would. By focusing on the present, for example, and being grateful for what he had. Then, and now.

"There are my girls," he boomed, "Go eat something, we'll get some quality time after."

"You alright, master?"

Of course she'd noticed.

"Better than alright, princess. I promise. Go."

"Good, I'm starving."

"Goddess, me too," Lillie gushed.

No wonder.

"I love you both. And drink some water."

"Yes, daddy. And we love you too."

"What the brat said, master," Selene said in passing. It was almost singsong, gently teasing in her rich, musical voice. She was moving with a poise and confidence that probably came from rocking Lillie's world so completely.

Lillie, the adorable pixie who looked a little dazed as she wobbled by.

"Sir?"

"Yes, captain?"

"I want to try, soon," she said, glancing at the barbarian's lap.

"This," he asked, gesturing at his cock, prominent, as always.

"That, sir," she confirmed, catching his eyes. He saw determination and excitement.

"You know I'm game. Let's find some alone time soon. Maybe on the trip. Traya is going to be joining us. Depending on how that goes, Selene may be busy with her in the evenings."

"That sounds good sir, if we're in a secure location. Also.."

"Also.." he coaxed.

"I want you to be on top."

"You feel ready for that?"

"I believe so, sir. When you held me a few days ago. I thought I would be terrified. I nearly panicked on instinct. But, I took stock, and realized I had never felt so safe and content in my whole life. And vulnerable, yes, but it was alright. More than alright, sir."

"I thought I was going to have to work with you on that," Jorgen said, chuckling.

"You blew right through my fears, sir. I was wrapped in your strong arms before I even thought to react. Well, I was still coming at the time.. In any case, I loved it, and I trust you to do it again."

"It's going to hurt."

"Pain doesn't worry me, sir, and I know you'll be gentle."

"Of course I will, my gorgeous bodyguard."

Keira had a beautiful blush.

"Let's get everyone together. Let me just use this blessing thing first. I'm like a teenager today."

"What else can it do," the elf asked, her eyes sparkling as she watched the barbarian's burgeoning erection become a little less prominent.

"I am not really sure, Keira, but I imagine we'll find out eventually."

"I'm looking forward to it, sir."

Lys came by and swapped Jorgen's empty plate for a full one, and everyone managed to find a seat nearby.

"You were hungry, master," Selene said, her mouth full of food.

"I had a light lunch with your mother, but yes, I was definitely hungry."

The silvery princess took a moment to chew and swallow, never losing eye contact, then, "Speaking of my mother.."

This was trouble. The best kind.

"I happened to hear a little rumor that you might, just possibly, have *fucked* my mother."

"Well, princess," Jorgen drawled, "I was planning to tell you when we were alone, doing what we do best. I figured you'd want to be coming when you hear about the dicking I gave your beautiful mother."

Selene blushed instantly, obviously fond of that idea.

"You make sense, barbarian," she purred. Their eyes locked. Jorgen was lost in the gleaming, smoldering, molten steel of her gaze, which, among other things, said "Tell me what you did to my mother, while you do the same to me? Yes, please."

"Gods I love you, elf."

The tomboy princess's wicked, radiant smile almost stopped the big man's heart.

"Master," Lys interrupted the lovers, who were still silently sharing fantasies, "Your hair is a mess."

"I think it's a look," Lillie offered, "It's savage."

"Here, let me," Lyn said, as she stood, and started running her little fingers through Jorgen's golden mane, which was admittedly a bit tangled.

He let the inorei do her thing, not seeing any flowers for her to weave into his hair, and brought up the reason for their gathering.

"So, we're all here. First, brat, how are you?"

"I-I'm good, daddy."

The adorable half-elf turned to Selene, who offered her hand. Lillie gripped it in her little hand and they squeezed each other tenderly.

"Better than good," she added, breathily, "I love it here, daddy."

"That good, huh?"

Jorgen refused to feel insecure in light of his girlfriend's prowess with the fairer sex. He didn't see any of them passing out from orgasms.. But he wouldn't put it past her. Especially now that she knew it was possible.

Looking at the bright side: Between the two of them, they were currently intimate with five-to-seven other elves, depending on definitions. He welcomed the princess's help keeping them all satisfied. Especially the imprinted ones.

In fact, here, in his afterlife, Jorgen was gifted with a loyal, openly-sexual life partner who was enthusiastic in her love for women, among other things. They were perfect for each other. That trumped any reservations about the look on Lillie's face. He could just as easily make her look like a sex-drunk puppy.

As to all the elves they had to keep satisfied, and the fact that there were some sticky relations in the mix? He considered, studying Lys, who was topping off her sister's fruity wine punch with a devoted expression on her face. Eh, elves would be elves. The barbarian was learning that they really didn't see things the same way that humans did.

"...that's what happens when you stick your tongue in my butt!"

Laughter rang out and Jorgen regretted missing whatever had come before. But watching the cheerful, boisterous little bard come alive in the company of her new family was more than enough to make up for it.

She caught him watching her, and beamed her adorable, mischievous smile.

"Thanks Daddy!," she chirped, then launched herself at Jorgen. She pressed herself tightly to his face and her tiny tongue danced between his lips. He didn't know what she was thanking him for, and it didn't really matter.

"You're welcome, brat," he rumbled, when she finally pulled away.

"Mistress Brat, please remove your body from master's sandwiches."

"Fiiine."

"Alright, everyone," Jorgen began. The group fell completely silent at his deep, commanding tone, and all eyes were fixed on him. He hadn't meant to do that, just to get their attention. He softened his tone a bit.

"Selene, we're taking a trip. You, me, Keira, and Traya."

He continued, "Lillie, Lyn, I'd like you two to stay here, and spend some time together."

"Trip, where?"

"Is it dangerous, daddy?"

"To Imestide. Your mother wants you to see it, Selene."

He turned to Lillie, "And it might be dangerous. Not like Moongel, don't worry. But I don't want you to be in the Faewyld, after what happened. I want to know you're safe. And Selani is safe."

She pouted predictably, but was visibly relieved, "Fine, I guess."

"I think Lyn will be great company for you."

The inorei in question smiled reassuringly, and Lillie stuck her tongue out in return. Good enough.

Selene looked genuinely worried, her swagger gone, "Master, I don't know.. What's in Imestide?"

"That fear you're feeling" Jorgen said, "is part of the reason we're going. And I'm going to tell you something. And I think it's good for the whole family to hear it."

He'd already had their attention, now five beautiful pairs of elven eyes were swirling in anticipation.

"Selene, you've been afraid your whole life, but you didn't know why. I'm going to tell you why."

"I'm not-"

"Don't play dumb, princess."

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide her discomfort with snark, "Fine, oh wise barbarian master, tell me why I'm afraid."

Keira stood quietly and moved behind Selene, and rested a hand on her shoulder. Selene was too distracted to protest her rival's sympathy.

"Because your mother was traumatized, and afraid, and she never told you why."

"What does that mean, traumatized? What are you talking about?"

"Selene," Keira soothed, "Just listen. We're all here for you."

"That's not making me feel-"

"Princess."

"Master," she started, then tears welled up from her steely pools, liquid and shimmering with emotion.

"Bring out the fierce tomboy, beautiful, we need her."

Selene stared blankly for a moment, but then she nodded, sat up straighter and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Not wanting to delay any further, Jorgen ripped the arrow out, "Your father raped your mother."

"What? How?"

An elf taking the initiative to rape someone was admittedly hard to imagine. Thinking of Laela, he amended that thought to 'an elf with a penis.'

"If you want real details, princess, you will have to sit down and have a talk with your mother. What I do know is that she was held at the palace for ten years, and that there was alchemy involved."

"Oh. And I'm.."

"The only good thing to come of it, yes."

A range of emotions crossed the silvery elf's face, until her fierce gleam had returned. She uncrossed her legs, sat forward and rested her elbows on her knees, in true tomboy fashion. No underwear, of course. She was all business now, and there was anger smoldering in her steady gaze.

"But that's not all."

"I'm going to come back to that, princess."

"Wha-"

Jorgen raised a big paw to stave off her objection and continued, "The second thing you need to know is that you're the heir to house Erovein."

"Erovein," she said, as if trying out the word, "I knew we had some sort of connection with them, but my mother wouldn't tell me anything, as usual. What does this actually mean, for me?"

"Again, you should talk to your mother. She will tell you if you ask again. It's quite the tale and it would take us all night."

"Alright, fine, I'm the heir or whatever to an ancient house that doesn't exist anymore. What else, master?"

"Right. So, I've told you why your mother was traumatized. Now I'm going to tell you why she was, and is, afraid. And just know, princess," Jorgen added, "that when the time comes, I'm with you. But we're not rushing off to the capital kill your father. One thing at a time."

The barbarian pretended not to notice that Lillie's new dagger had materialized out of nowhere.

"I'm with you, master. I'm alright. Tell me."

"The duke has plans for you. The captivity, the rape, it was all for a purpose."

Selene gazed into the near distance, and Jorgen could almost see her connecting her experience growing up to the new information. Analyzing it, incorporating it.

"I was afraid.. What plans, Jorgen?"

"Bloodlines. He's playing games and wants to marry his son into the Erovein bloodline. To you. So his grandson can claim the crown."

"Ew, gross," was Selene's response. At least she didn't look particularly frightened. Jorgen didn't think she was processing the bigger implications, quite yet.

"The crown?," Lillie and Lyn asked, in unison.

Apparently Lyn wasn't a student of history. Lys and Keira didn't have anything to say. They'd been aware some or all of this, Jorgen knew.

"We're going to have a history lesson, but not tonight. The short version, Selene, is that your legacy begins at the estate of Erovein, your house-in-exile, at Imestide."

"Wait, what?"

He wasn't expecting her to look excited at that point. But her gleaming eyes had shifted from an angry smolder to something more adventurous. And maybe a little maniacal.

"There are ancient elven ruins in the faewyld that are kind of, mine? Fuck me, master, that actually sounds kind of fun!"

Well, alright, then.

"Well, alright, then. Lillie, Lyn, we can count on you to take care of each other?"

Lyn spoke up in her girlish voice "Lillie, there's a festival in four days. I'd love your help with preparations, and we can get to know each other, if you'd like, anyway."

"She would. You two are family now. Right, Lillie?"

"Yeah, I guess. Now I feel like I'm missing out on an adventure."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Stay here at home. Safe. Just for now, alright?"

"Alright, daddy, I will."

"Good girl. And thank you, Lyn."

"Master," Selene said, standing up, and shamelessly dropping her undersized tunic to the floor, "Would you please take me over to that bath, let me sit in your lap, and tell me about my mother?"

She obviously wanted a distraction. Newfound excitement aside, Jorgen could tell that she was still nervous. He would just have to reassure his favorite elf. He knew he could keep her safe.

"Sure thing, princess."

And so his family watched as Selene tried to stay conscious while she rode the barbarian's towering cock through many, many orgasms. She loved hearing about her huge lover fucking her gorgeous, uptight, noble mother. She was gushing at each tidbit and goading him on all the way. When she could speak.

It seemed like hours later when Jorgen finally released an earthshaking roar and an absolutely enormous load into Selene's lithe, limp figure. It went on and on, and it occurred to him, as she drooled on his chest, that he'd had about ten erections that day, but that was his first orgasm. It wore him out, coming that hard. And he was thankful for the purity enchantments in all the pools.

All in all, it had been another wonderful day in the afterlife. Jorgen tucked his tomboy princess's sexy, unconscious body into her bed, next to her softly snoring husband. Of course, the big barbarian couldn't resist arranging the floppy, naked elves a bit. Apparently that was becoming a thing. They all slept so soundly.

"My turn, daddy?" he heard from the doorway.

So, maybe the day wasn't over quite yet. No sense in wasting Aleisa's blessing, after all. So the big man followed the adorable brat to his apartment and made sweet gentle love to her. He knew it was just what she needed.

Chapter 7

Summary:

A lot of exposition with Aleisa. This chapter gets dark. Let me know if it's too much. It's backstory about his wife and the orcs that's hard reading.

TW: Past NonCon, MC forced to watch.

Notes:

Reminder that there's nsfw art on my free .

Chapter Text

Chapter Seven: A Delay, and Aleisa

"Good morning, master."

"Good morning Lys. What's new today?"

"Elder Tiana notified me that your life mage, a healer from Felsetemar, won't be here for three or four days, master."

"She couldn't find anyone closer?"

"Noone that is willing to venture out of Westhaven, master."

"Well, I guess that's that. I'll just have to enjoy the festival."

"I think that's a good idea, master."

"Sir, if we're going to be delayed," Keira said, appearing out of nowhere, "I'd like to take Selene out on a field mission. I'll evaluate her, maybe help sharpen some of the skills she learned in training. It's been eight years since she used most of them regularly, if at all."

Jorgen knew that the huntress in question likely used her tracking and archery skills all the time, and she was beyond fit, but he could see Keira's point. There was a lot more to being the type of warrior, soldier, and stealthy agent that he'd seen in his time amongst the elven rangers.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he agreed, "What's the mission?"

"I believe you're familiar with a certain shadow leopard in the Asena woods, sir?"

"Ah."

That wouldn't be too much of a stretch for the princess. Hopefully Keira's mentorship and training would eventually touch on the skills Selene would need to survive against elven threats. Jorgen had no doubt that she would become a target.

"Yes sir, it's been seen near residences in Olumemar, and it needs to be culled. It's limping, from the reports. A wounded shadow leopard is all the more dangerous."

"That makes sense. I heard at least one bone crack when we fought.. You'll keep her safe?"

"On my life, sir."

As if sensing his lingering thoughts, Keira added, "Don't worry, sir, I just want to gauge Selene's strengths. We'll get to her weaknesses later. I've already got a list for her. She's been spending some time sparring at the training yard recently - since you arrived, sir - and I've had occasion to observe."

"And?"

"She's rusty, sir, but her talent hasn't failed her. She obviously still trains with her sword, though where I don't know. In any case, hunting dangerous quarry isn't quite the same as stalking a buck. I'll learn much."

"Good, approved. I'll be interested to hear how that bow does for her."

"Yes, sir. Well, she has been taking the bow to the archery range every day. She makes quite an impression on the rangers who've never seen her in action. Looking how she looks, shooting like she does, and now wielding a mysterious, powerful bow.."

"She does look good, doesn't she?"

"In everything she does, sir."

"If I could write poetry, Selene would get a whole volume. But then again captain, so would you."

"Thank you, sir," she said, blushing faintly.

"Daddy, is this about that big cat?," a sleepy voice said.

"Morning Lillie. Yes, the shadow leopard."

"The same one that almost killed Selene?

"Yeah, the same. Selene is going to hunt it down and kill it. Captain Keira is going to help her."

"Good."

Then the adorable half-elf rolled over and pulled a sheet over her head.

"Breakfast, captain? We can eat, then head to the market."

"Market, sir?"

"I need a bow."

"We should head to the bowyer in the shop district on Ruitan, instead. It's rare to find a good bow in the market."

"Unless it's an exquisite, mithril-engraved, adamantium-infused, blackwood masterwork," Jorgen muttered. He knew he'd been set-up to give Selene that bow. He just didn't know why.

"Sir?"

"Nothing. Shop district it is. Lys, bring some food up. Lillie will be sleeping in, so just feed her later."

"Yes, master."

Jorgen and Keira enjoyed a nice breakfast and were preparing to leave.

"Master, I just received a sparrow from Tenari."

"The temple tree?"

"Yes master, priestess Ienara requested your presence."

"Now?"

"Whenever is convenient, master."

"How old is this priestess?," the barbarian asked. Being summoned by an elf to an unknown location raised some concerns.

"I'm.. not sure, master. She's kind of mysterious. But I can tell you that she's tall, beautiful and blonde. And has really nice big boobs."

"Big breasts on an elf is unusual, but a mystery?"

"No, master, what's mysterious is that I will almost certainly forget that she exists after this conversation. And the fact that I know it is.. bizarre. I'm pretty sure it's not the first time I've forgotten Ienara existed."

A priestess, memory weirdness, and big tits.

"Aleisa," he rumbled, just under his breath.

Not that the goddess's tits were huge, but they were almost as big as the bartender at the canteen, Clea. That reminded the big man that he should probably dedicate a little more time to making some wooden coin. Clea was certainly happy to part with it. Then there was Tiana-

The room flashed with golden light. The captain, the maid and the barbarian found themselves on a large, open platform of bleached marble, ringed by pillars, with statues of nude Nikei on top.

Jorgen had finally committed their name to memory. Nikei were like elven valkyries. The were impressive women, with tall, toned bodies, great feathery wings and beautiful elven features, including long ears that angled back, giving them a grave ferocity that he'd rarely seen in elves. Some wielded swords, some spears, and some were unarmed, instead holding up wreathes of leaves. Those had their heads held high, looking proud and victorious.

He thought that they were probably the valkyries he knew, merged with a similar sort of demigod warriors from the elves' ancient religion. He wondered how much the pantheon's unification actually merged them. Were Nikei symbolic, or did these semi-divine beings physically change when the pantheons came together? It never occurred to him that Nikei weren't real. He was in the presence of a goddess, after all.

He didn't know enough about Freia and Aleisa's relationship to speculate, which may or may not be how the other mergers went, anyway. It was a fascinating subject and he hoped to learn more, eventually. And maybe meet a Nikei.

Aleisa had followed Jorgen's gaze, and spoke wistfully, "My mother created them, long before we were born."

Jorgen continued to study the wreath-bearing Nikei, but asked, "Who created the Valkyries?"

Aleisa chuckled, "My aunt, sort of, Palla. Her and mother were like sisters, and very competitive. That's why our pantheons are so similar."

The barbarian glanced at the goddess for a moment, then looked away to hide the shock on his face. His powerful heart began to pound, and adrenaline surged, spreading its heat through his muscles. He tensed, ready for action. To what end, he didn't know. But he felt.. vulnerable.

Aleisa was one thing. Like Freia, she seemed somehow accessible from a mortal's perspective. Relatable, if powerful. Palla, on the other hand, was a distant legend. The creator of their very land. She slept deep within the continent that had been his home, her vitality seeped into the natural diversity of her lands. Magic itself was a gift from her, to the few wizards who could master it.

It was said that the arrival of the orcs had wounded her terribly. That she had receded from the southern peninsula, and life there had withered and died.

Jorgen's mouth was almost too dry to speak. He gulped, then managed to ask, "Aleisa, who is your mother?"

"Jorgen," she chided, "You need to learn elvish and do some reading. Seriously, you're my champion. How do you not know this?"

He said the only thing he could say, "You're right. I apologize."

"I accept, thank you. My mother is Athea, of course."

Of course.

"Is she.."

"Fast asleep, dreaming her never-ending dream. She wakes up once in a while and speaks to us for a time. Our mother is mostly interested in elves and their civilization, and she was so proud of their city, Areistea. She has a thing about cities. But mostly she loves the elves as children and rues that she's unable to help them directly."

Aleisa's voice was far away as she continued, "She sacrificed much to give them a home. The last time she woke was just before the siege, while war raged across her continent. Humans, who she knew well from the old world, both fascinated and terrified her. But she loved you too, in her own way."

Her voice sharpened a little, and Jorgen could feel her golden eyes upon him, but he could only listen, absorbing her words like a sponge.

"She said that among you were exceptional individuals, but that wisdom was in short supply among your species as a whole. And," Aleisa said pointedly, as if it were Jorgen's fault, "She was not ready for you and the elves to come together."

The barbarian was lost in his meager attempt to visualize the goddess's words - her worlds - as she spoke with familiarity about her mother, one of the primordials. A traveler from the stars in the time before time, who brought life to their world, which had been a cold, barren desert.

Jorgen's library had two books of legends that mentioned the oldest of the gods. According to those, Palla had created her lands in the east, and Athea had created hers in the in west. There were others, but by the time Esir's seas had formed, only Athea and Palla remained of the primordials.

The young barbarian had read that the goddesses were close friends, for many eons past. Athea was an 'Olympian,' if he remembered right, a major goddess of wisdom, and war, while Palla was a more obscure deity.

One writer said that Athea had accidentally killed Palla in a spar, but that she had returned to life and Athea, wracked with guilt, swore to love and protect her friend for eternity.

Another writer said that the people of their homeworld had stopped praying to the Olympians, and that a new religion, followed by the rise of 'advanced technology,' had ultimately forced them out, along with gods from other pantheons. Some of them became Esir's primordials.

Aleisa looked up at Jorgen, and he finally turned to face the beautiful goddess. She smiled warmly and he managed to smile in return, but said nothing. He had no idea where to start. But his heartbeat had calmed and he felt he had adjusted well to this new level of insanity, where ancient myth became immediate reality.

"Anyway," she said, "It was my mother's demand for action that prompted the pantheons to meet. But she fell back into her slumber and left it to us to come together and decide how best to protect our mortal charges."

"Aleisa, can I ask, who is your father?"

She smirked, "No fucking idea. Me, Arteia, Freia, and many of the others came to this world encased in crystals - fetuses, steeped in divine magic, frozen in time, destined to one day become gods. Some of us were clones, copies, others were.. changed. Arteia and I were created from our mother's eggs. That much I know. Arteia was shaped with magic in her development, into the image of my mother's favorite cousin, another Olympian. A powerful huntress and legendary lover of women."

Arteia, Aleisa's sister. Information flooded Jorgen's mind as suppressed memories were set free. The most important of them was that Selene was, in essence, Arteia.

"And you?," Jorgen asked, feeling brave. Was Aleisa made in a another goddess's image?

She just chuckled, "My mother wanted a goddess of love, but she said she couldn't stand her fellow Olympian who served in that role. She wouldn't even say her name. So, she poked and prodded me into her own feminine ideal."

"Your mother has great taste."

The goddess blushed, smiling beautifully.

"Thank you, lover. Now, that's enough history for today."

"Am I going to remember this?"

"When you need to," was all she said. So that was a no.

"Right."

Jorgen finally took stock of the situation. Of course they were all naked. Except the blonde, golden-eyed divinity, who got to wear her nearly-transparent robe. It hid nothing. Her realm was the perfect temperature and honestly, at that point, Jorgen was completely comfortable being nude there. A whimsical goddess who liked having naked followers and champions? It could be worse.

She turned to face her other guests, "Welcome, fair elves, to my realm."

Keira and Lys had been standing in frozen silence throughout Jorgen and Aleisa's conversation. The goddess's greeting shook them out of it. Predictably, both elves dropped to their knees and fell forward, slamming their foreheads down on the marble floor.

"At least put a rug down, Aleisa," Jorgen objected, "You know they're going to do that. It's mean."

"Pssh. Let the young elves show their respect to me. You should know, Jorgen, that I enjoy being a goddess."

"A rug is not too much to ask. They would have bruises, if these were our real bodies."

"But they aren't. Well, they are, but not exactly. Anyway, these bodies are indestructible in my realm."

Jorgen wasn't quite ready to start untangling the goddess's powers. But he was getting a sense for it. She effortlessly controlled every mote of matter in her realm. In fact, he suspected that her realm was, in fact, her. He didn't think they were inside her mind. That was pure intuition on his part, but he just knew. He was in a real body, his body, but not. A copy. He thought that perhaps they were somehow inside Aleisa's own body, remade here of her divine flesh. Her entire realm existed in the tip of her little finger, for all he knew.

Or inside of her womb - a thought that burst into Jorgen's mind like a geyser of pure eroticism. His cock sprang to life and his intense eyes began to devour every inch of Aleisa's divine form. The goddess gasped at the barbarian's lustful attention but he barely noticed, struggling as he was to resist taking her right then and there.

Being inside Aleisa.. Jorgen vividly remembered the sensation of being hilted in the silky, hot, yielding depths of her divine pussy. It seemed to have been custom-made for his oversized cock, fitting him better than any glove he'd ever owned. He knew that he'd stretched and filled her, but not overly so. She had dropped onto him almost effortlessly the last time he was in her realm -- the last time that he was allowed to remember, anyway. There was no need to work up to it with Aleisa. She would always be wet and ready to take him to the hilt in a single thrust. She was a sex goddess, after all.

Shaking his head, Jorgen blew out a breath and activated her blessing. His cock softened and his mind returned to the present. Chastising himself for being so distracted, his attention was drawn back to the two prostrated elves, naked flesh on hard marble, and he remembered the point of their conversation.

"Real or not, indestructible or not, they still feel pain."

"That's true, I suppose."

"So?"

"Fine," Aleisa huffed, with a little pout.

Jorgen watched as the naked elves were subtly lifted, and the bare marble under them was replaced with thick, white fur. The conjured rug reminded him of the huge white bears of the far north. But much bigger.

His mind began to wander again. That rug brought back memories. He knew it to be plush and soft beyond compare. After all, he'd had such a fur in his bedroom in Valcris. His father had hunted the great bear in his youth, before they'd abandoned their clan and moved to the city.

He remembered that his mother had later found a colorful rug in the city's bazaar, woven with intricate designs in blue and gold. It was made by Valcris's population of immigrants from Palla's southern peninsula. They were a remnant of the rich civilization that had been completely destroyed by the orcs - one of the many reasons that Jorgen hated the beasts with a berserker's mad passion.

Those people were once refugees, he consoled himself, but the thousands of Inarans were now a thriving community in The North's only city. Jorgen was proud of that fact. Valcris had been his home, in his past life, and he had thrived as part of the city's complex tapestry of migrants and refugees, including reformed northern raiders.

In any case, the bear skin had been cast out of his parent's bedroom, and eight-year-old Jorgen had enthusiastically appropriated it. Years later, as teenagers, Ania had come to love that bear rug. The young couple had spent many a winter's night wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the fire's warmth, with their naked skin luxuriating in the white beast's thick fur.

The skin was old by then, but a wizard across the way had a cleaning and rejuvenation spell. Jorgen had purchased her services every few months. It worked wonders on mattresses as well, even causing them to fill back to their original firmness.

The wizard, Lisie, was also the reason that Jorgen and Ania had conceived a child. On that very rug, in fact. With an audience. After a few months of trying for a baby, they'd learned that Ania wasn't producing viable eggs. Of course, Lisie had a spell for that. Nine months later, the newlyweds had had the happiest day of their lives.

Keira spoke then, breaking Jorgen from his nostalgic reverie, just before his thoughts turned dark. Even in Aleisa's serene realm, he was forced to dip heavily into his pool of willpower to push those memories back into their fortress.

Jorgen registered the captain's words and saw that she'd lifted her head to address Aleisa.

"Please forgive my king, lady goddess, for his impertinence. The stone was no hardship."

Aleisa smiled indulgently at the elf then smirked at Jorgen, who rolled his eyes.

Then the blue-eyed ranger captain moved, recapturing their attention. In all her nude, athletic glory, the agile elf flowed gracefully into a knightly pose. She wore an open, earnest expression, and rested on one knee, with her other foot beneath her. She wasn't looking down, nor gazing into Aleisa's eyes. Jorgen got the strange impression that Keira was presenting herself, but not presuming to bask in the goddess's beauty.

The barbarian stood beside the goddess and they studied the elf's nude form as she knelt silently, as steady as a statue. A work of art. Her perfect skin was a light golden color that glowed with youthful vitality, and her subtle muscles were tempered with feminine curves that belied the agile, explosive power just beneath. She was a sight to see, even in the company of a goddess.

Keira's beauty aside, Jorgen hadn't truly appreciated the chivalrous aspect to his elven paragon until that moment. Even nude, Keira was the picture of the loyal, disciplined warrior. Jorgen knew that his bodyguard restrained herself with him, conceding to his wish to set aside the whole K word thing. But she'd said it a moment ago. To the goddess of all people.

"Alright, enough," Aleisa huffed, "Both of you, rise."

"Yes, lady goddess."

"Thank you, lady goddess," Lys squeaked. The slender elfling was trembling as she rose.

Jorgen complained, "The K word, Keira, really?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I could never dissemble in the presence of the goddess."

"Alright. That's fair. I understand."

That was Keira. It would be unfair to expect otherwise. She smiled gratefully at his words.

Jorgen glanced at Aleisa, who was suppressing a giggle at the mortals' antics. Thankfully, she hadn't brought up the K word yet. That he could remember.

The big man just sighed, then turned the conversation, finally, to the matter at hand, "Did you incarnate to Selani village and summon me to the temple?"

That this priestess, Ienara was actually Aleisa had been Jorgen's working theory.

"No.. It's Freia," Aleisa said, staring off into space, "She's wearing my priestess' robes and everything. She looks good in them, I must admit."

Shit, another goddess.

"You never told me why I need to worry about Freia."

"Right," she said, trailing off, then said, "Lys, Keira, please enjoy.." she paused, and gestured to a spot where a low table and some cushions appeared, "..some Pear Bellinis. They're wonderful on a beautiful sunny day. There are some snacks as well. Try the black spread on a cracker. It's called caviar, a delicacy from the old world."

"Y-yes lady goddess, we're honored."

"Thank you mistress!"

As the naked elves found their footing and moved to enjoy the spread of culinary delights, Aleisa said, "Keira is special, Jorgen. I really like her."

"I know, and so do I. But what about Freia? I've been distracted, which happens a lot lately, by the way, but I know this is important."

"Yes, I've noticed, I'll see if I can figure out what's going on when you fall asleep tonight."

"Uh, alright. Thanks. Freia?"

Aleisa sighed, "There's nothing specific, Jorgen, but she was watching you when I.. I guess we're at a point where I can tell you a little of what happened to you."

"To me."

"Yes, when you collapsed in Palla. It was me.. I saved you."

Jorgen gazed down fondly at the beautiful elven goddess, and she looked up at him with a soft, vulnerable expression that he almost remembered. The barbarian's blue eyes twinkled as they locked with the goddess's striking golden orbs. But he resisted the urge to pull her close, "I knew that, Aleisa. Somehow. And I'm beyond grateful. Thank you."

"My love," she said, beaming, "You don't ever need to thank me. I've told you several times. The look on your face is everything to me."

"Will I remember this time?"

"I haven't decided. Someday I want you to remember all of it."

"When I'm ready."

"Yes," she said, clearly moving on, "In any case, Freia was not pleased. She is a brutal goddess of battle and sex, Jorgen. An unstable one at that. Your years as the berserker to end all berserkers had her gushing in her skanky scale-mail bikini. There's no doubt that she was going to fuck you to death several times over, until you agreed to be her pet einherjar."

Jorgen had no response to any of that. It did match up with several stories about the goddess. Among other things, those often included her enthusiastic encouragement of rape. Extolling the joy of conquest in all its forms - 'To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the shameful moaning of their women.' He was paraphrasing.

Jorgen didn't have much use for Freia, beyond the occasional, perfunctory toast. That was true even before the orcs demonstrated her ideals in long, excruciating detail -- before mercifully removing his abused wife's head. He knew that some of his perverse interest in humiliation came from that horrific night, because Ania had died in pleasure, having long forgotten her husband was even there - gagged as he was, tightly restrained, and utterly broken - in mind, body and soul.

If only his berserker spirit had awoken a day earlier. It wasn't the first time that he'd had that thought.

The barbarian growled at Aleisa's soothing voice, but he was aware enough to take a deep, calming breath at her urging. His worst memory wouldn't relent. But he managed to keep breathing. A part of him was proud that he hadn't lost control.

The irony was not lost on Jorgen that the orcs' evil power was not so dissimilar to imprinting, if horribly and brutally twisted by those animals. The Areisians estimated that they had tens of thousands of mindless human women, and girls, serving as sex slaves and breeding sows in their underground hell.

The women were truly mindless, with their personalities and memories erased by a complex alchemy of orcish secretions and their bestial blood magic. There was no cure. The victims wanted, needed, only one thing. Even their bodies changed. Death was truly a mercy. The Areisians would evacuate any rescued women, and they were taken to a sanitorium. Their families were not notified, and they didn't live long. A few months, he'd heard. The addiction was ultimately fatal, if not 'treated.'

Aleisa's voice was keeping Jorgen grounded. She never stopped talking, but he couldn't understand a word. His mind still raced even as his body felt relatively calm, awash in soothing, fortifying energy. He was detached from the scene in his mind, but he couldn't stop seeing it.

The orcish beast had disliked the look in the barbarian's eyes that night, and had killed Ania as some sort of punishment. Jorgen shuddered at her fate had it kept her alive. Not that its rape gang would have survived the week, either way.

But then, what would Jorgen the berserker have done, cradling the ruined, empty shell of his wife? How would he deal with her mindless cravings? He'd never come up with an acceptable answer. Part of him knew the answer. He ignored that part.

Aleisa's energy had been washing over him for long minutes, even as the powerful, confusing, and excruciating memory struggled against their combined will.

Finally, it relented. The fortress slammed shut and Jorgen came back to full awareness. He felt the goddess's firm grip on his bicep and looked down, then covered her small hand with his massive paw.

"Thanks."

"Of course, big man. Activate your blessing."

Jorgen looked down and tears of shame sprung from his eyes. He activated the blessing and unclenched his hands, then blew out a deep breath. The swell of cool willpower washed over him once again. He didn't know if it was his energy, or Aleisa's. They felt very similar and his mind was a jumble.

"Don't be ashamed, lover. Your body responded to her pleasure, and you're a little hung up on it. It's natural, and not your fault. None of it."

"I'm alright," he said, after a few quiet moments, "Tell me about Freia."

"That was a bad one. I need to get in your head tonight."

"Yeah. Please do. I'm not too proud to admit I need your help.. But let's move on, please."

"Alright. Here's the meat of it: When I saved you, then gave you a blessing, well.."

Aleisa's eyes flashed between his, and he saw uncertainty there.

"I won't be angry, Aleisa."

"I know you won't, but I hate saying it anyway.. Alright, so, under pantheon law, I have exclusive rights to you."

Jorgen thought about that for a moment, but nothing about it really bothered him. He'd assumed that was the case anyway.

"Alright, that's fine."

"Good. So, because of that, Freia is jealous. Very jealous. It's as simple as that. But the bitch is unpredictable and as violent as she is horny. And she has poor impulse control."

"Great."

"Yeah," she agreed, "I don't have a solution on dealing with her. At least not until she plays her hand. Just be cautious."

"Alright, I will be."

Then he asked, "How did you save me, by the way?"

That subject brought out Aleisa's gorgeous smile, and her golden eyes swirled with affection, "You were never in a coma, Jorgen. After I did what I could for your heart, I brought you here, with me. It was no use fixing your heart if you were going to wake up and fall back into an endless berserker rage. So we worked on your life energy, your willpower concept, and your mental defenses."

"And," the goddess added, never breaking eye contact, "Jorgen, you gave me some of the best sex, the most intimacy, and the greatest time of pure joy in my entire existence. And I love you."

"I.. I know that. I won't remember this either, will I?"

"No, not yet."

"Fine," the barbarian growled, feeling frustrated, "Send us back, Aleisa. I'll be careful with Freia."

The beautiful goddess looked heartbroken at that, and Jorgen reached out instinctively. He wanted to be angry about her memory games. But another part of him could never truly be angry with this woman. A part he didn't quite remember.

Aleisa fell into Jorgen's massive arms, and the lovers merged into one. Even though her head didn't reach his shoulders, they just fit. Her soft flesh conformed to his rock-hard muscles and they moved against each other in a slow, rocking embrace. She rolled her hips and rubbed her slippery mound up and down his thickening length and he reached down to lift her up-

The last thing Jorgen remembered was the feeling of squeezing Aleisa's luxurious cheeks. At least he was allowed to remember that.

Looking down at his companions, who were in the same position, clothed, as they had been before their visit with the goddess, Jorgen asked, "What do you two remember?"

And how did she keep us standing, he wondered.

"The goddess Aleisa, sir. I know you're her champion but to meet her in the flesh.. She was beyond beautiful. I thought Selene was the most.. Never mind, sir."

Jorgen just chuckled at the blushing captain as she tried to recover her stoic discipline. She didn't keep her attraction to the princess very well hidden - at least from him. It was amazing that Keira hadn't succumbed to Selene's tomboy wiles eight years ago. Elfling or not - he doubted that Selene was all that different back then. Her irrepressible personality was a constant. A force of nature.

"Perbeleenies, master," Lys chimed in, "They were really good."

"I think they were called a Pear Bellini," Keira corrected.

"Yes, those."

Elflings weren't supposed to drink. But Aleisa would know that. It was probably fine with those 'indestructible' copies, Jorgen figured. There was another thing he was allowed to remember.

"She is indeed beautiful," Jorgen agreed, giving Keira a wink, "I don't remember everything. But I do remember that Freia is obsessed with me, and that she's waiting in the temple."

"What are you going to do, sir? Should I send a squad?"

"No, that wouldn't accomplish anything. I think we'll let her wait a bit. Who knows what she wants, and I want a bow."

Chapter 8: Festive Atmosphere

Summary:

Short chapter without a lot of plot. The next one is a bit more exciting.

Chapter Text

Chapter Eight: Festive Atmosphere

As Jorgen and Keira left the guest house, they found a hectic scene at the canteen. There seemed to be crafting, food preparation, and meetings occurring at most of the tables, while elves who were just trying to eat a meal had to squeeze in where they could.

The barbarian's nostrils flared. The kitchen was putting out some wonderful smell, and Jorgen realized that they'd missed breakfast. Aleisa's interlude had interrupted their schedule.

Jorgen hoped that his goddess would be able to figure out why he'd been so distracted of late, and wondered if it had anything to do with Freia. Aleisa's bloody, oversexed counterpart - or at least some incarnation of her - was less than a quarter-mile away. He glanced towards Tenari, the great temple tree, standing tall to the east-northeast of their current position.

The main level of Selani's giant Common Tree was almost level with Tenari's single platform, a hundred and fifty feet above the forest floor. The temple itself was obscured by a verdant curtain of branches which flowed around the platform, until they arched out, forming the great tree's lofty canopy - which wasn't nearly as tall as the Common Tree's upper reaches, far overhead. Despite it's grandeur, all Jorgen could really see was the venue for his upcoming encounter.

Keira noticed the big man's grimace, "Sir, are you alright?"

"Yeah," he said, shaking off his grim reverie, "Sorry Captain. Just hungry. We'll go through the market on Ruitan, and grab some of those meats-on-a-stick."

"Yes, sir."

They continued their unhurried stroll, and Jorgen watched as lighthearted elves attached streamers and other decorations to long strings of magical lights. He traced one string and found a long-legged brunette, in a particularly indecent tunic, leaning on the platform's rail.

She was absently holding the woven cord, so that the portion that the elves in the canteen were working on didn't get pulled over the edge. She wore no leggings, and the undershorts that hugged the top half of her small, shapely backside were a bright purple. Probably an inorei, Jorgen guessed.

The elf's ass wiggled, interrupting his appreciation. She had noticed the giant human's attention and was looking over her shoulder, blushing and grinning. Jorgen winked at the adorable elf and she pushed her ass out towards him, so that her bare lower cheeks framed the purple outline of her small, compact testicles. Yep, inorei. The barbarian chuckled, but kept walking. It no longer even occurred to him that inorei were anything other than 'she,' balls or not.

"Nice," Keira said.

"Yeah."

Making small talk, she added, "We tend to wear our lightest clothing for the summer festival. That trends towards the skimpy, as you can see."

Indeed, that was not the only gorgeous elven backside on display that day. Keira was definitely appreciating the view, in between scanning the crowd like the bodyguard she was. It was clear that the captain liked asses. Lillie, Lyn, and Jorgen himself could attest to that. Gender didn't seem to matter.

The barbarian could admit to himself that Keira's strong, slender finger hadn't been the most unpleasant thing in the world. Even so, that wasn't going to become a thing. The kinky ranger could take her anal fetish out on the girls - female and inorei both.

They fell into an easy silence as they strolled across the platform, and Jorgen absorbed the festive atmosphere. He observed that all the half-naked elves seemed genuinely excited for the yearly event. He was glad to see that they still found that much joy, with their society being so troubled, otherwise.

The pair had to walk a somewhat circuitous path, to avoid coming into close contact with too many elves. Keira's rangers ran interference beautifully. The captain coordinated the effort using small hand signals. She did her job with an easy competence - like everything she did, Jorgen mused. Well, almost.

The bridge to Ruitan was packed. Jorgen saw the busy elves carrying everything from crates of flattened paper bags, with stout little candles stacked to one side, to closed boxes that were marked with runes, which Jorgen recognized from the various cold drinks that Lys brought with his meals. He saw more decorations, like multi-colored streamers and folded-paper creatures of all kinds. There were bolts of colorful fabric, crafting supplies like wooden dowels and glass beads, and myriad flowers and other foliage.

The buzz of hundreds of happy, overlapping elven voices was almost musical.

Not all of the elves were busy. Some seemed to be simply reveling in the atmosphere and activity, much like Jorgen himself, and were just moving with the crowd.

In short, the bridge was impassable for the barbarian in all of his huge, muscular, pheromonal, obviously well-hung, and otherwise extremely-masculine glory. Even though Jorgen was a familiar sight to the villagers at this point, the hungry looks directed at him had not entirely abated.

"Thoughts, captain?"

"We could go to the sublevel and rope across, or I could clear the bridge, sir."

"Whatever is easiest."

"I'm not entirely confident in the rope, with your weight, sir."

Jorgen threw a sidelong glance at the beautiful elf, and she grinned.

"Bridge, I think."

Nodding her agreement, Keira whistled. One long, two short.

It took about ten seconds before four very youthful-looking rangers were standing at attention before their athletic captain. They were a different squad to the one that formed a loose perimeter around the captain and her charge. As professional, fit and deadly as they clearly were, they all seemed almost soft compared to Keira. Or to Selene, for that matter.

"Clear the bridge, make a path on either end."

"Yes, captain!," the squad's leader said, with a crisp enthusiasm. She looked like a baby to Jorgen's eyes, maybe sixteen in human terms. An elfling. He backed up and kept his distance. The pretty little ranger was doing her absolute best not to stare at him, but she wasn't entirely successful. Ranger discipline was good in general, but certainly not to Keira's level. These even less so.

As the squad moved off to clear the bridge, the big man leaned down to Keira, and spoke quietly.

"I thought Selene and Arelyn were the youngest adult elves in the village? Is she an elfling?"

"Yes, sir," Keira said, her eyes following the young rangers as they began to work the crowd, "Aevia is from Felsetemar. She completed training a month ago, and this is her first posting. She is only nineteen, so you're right to be concerned. She's also smart as a whip, which is why I made her squad leader."

She glanced up at Jorgen, "But, she is young, so I'm on top of it."

"I never doubted it, captain."

"Thank you, sir."

"Are you still actively their captain, given your new duties?"

"Not exactly, sir. I've been advising the acting captain for the Community Tree. Ilieo. She's experienced but still has questions on a near-daily basis."

Jorgen nodded, then asked, "I'm starting to catch on to some naming conventions. Is Ilieo an inorei?"

"Yes sir, she is."

"She doesn't sound inorei, being.. competent, or a leader.. that sounds terrible. But, their personalities tend towards the.. meek, in my limited experience."

Keira smirked a bit and nodded.

"Ilieo will probably never marry, sir. She is.. very.. we don't have a formal word for it. There are a few inorei don't aspire to masculinity exactly, but seek the strength in their femininity. It's a different path, sir"

Interesting. The name 'Arteia' popped into his mind. He wasn't exactly sure why. Aleisa and her memory ability, no doubt.

Keira continued, "She has chosen to be a female, rather than most inorei who end up choosing to play the part of male for procreation's sake. Honestly she is a little like me, sir," Keira added, with tight smile, "The inorei version, anyway. She definitely has no interest in being a husband. Personalities like hers tend to get a pass on the usual expectations."

"Kind of like a tomboy," Jorgen said, "But the gender issue is so convoluted that it doesn't really work. Tomboys don't usually have penises, and they often do want to embrace masculinity. It's confusing."

"It is to us too sir, even after two thousand years. None of it.. none of it is natural."

"Your description made me think of 'Arteia,' for some reason. One of your goddesses, right?"

"Exactly, sir. Ilieo has chosen a path that embraces something like Arteia's strength, rather than traditionally feminine, or masculine qualities. She probably doesn't think of it like that. Arteia isn't a big presence for us, anymore."

"So, as far as sex goes. Does she prefer..?"

Keira smirked knowingly, but managed a serious answer.

"Elves like Ilieo usually prefer to bed more traditional inorei, sir, like Arelyn. If they bed anyone at all, that is. Many are asexual, and often appear androgynous. A few are even intersex - e'nerinei - but I've never met one of those, that I know of."

Intersex. Jorgen had heard that term once before, in relation to a cousin of his mother's, in the north. She was said to have both male and female genitalia, fully functional, but barren. He decided not to inquire further, for now, and hastily activated his blessing.

"I wonder how this Ilieo would be affected by me."

The captain chuckled, "That would be interesting to see, sir. The memories, and the visceral reality of your pheromones, and all the rest," she said, gesturing at Jorgen's entire body, "are compelling to all of us, but she might react a little differently."

"So, these elves - the ones that aren't entirely asexual - prefer to penetrate? But, and this is a wild guess, not females?"

"Indeed, sir. They are often popular among the other inorei. I know that some of the female rangers are interested in Ilieo, but she doesn't reciprocate."

"An inorei top seems like exactly what your people need."

"One would think so, sir, but we're not so fortunate. Not being aroused by females is just one part of it. Most inorei like Ilieo are sterile. And they are very few, to begin with."

"It's odd you don't have a term for them."

Keira chuckled, then said, "Sometimes they're called 'uanasi', which might translate to 'buffy,' or 'buffs.'"

Jorgen barked a laugh, drawing the eyes of every elf nearby. Ignoring the attention, he asked, "Not official nomenclature, I take it?"

"No, sir," Keira replied, still chuckling.

"Are they? Buff, I mean?"

"I don't think they're particularly muscular, sir, but maybe a little more toned than most inorei. Mostly it's the attitude. You'll see, sir, if you ever have occasion to meet Ilieo."

A few moments later she gestured towards the bridge. "All clear, sir. Shall we?"

"Indeed. Lead me to the skewers, captain. I'm starved."

The market was busy as well. Not quite chaotic, but there was a lot of activity.

"I should have expected this."

"Yes, sir. I recommend you have a seat at the bench over there, by the outer path. It's not heavily trafficked. I'll get us some skewers."

Jorgen turned to face the athletic, but diminutive elf, and gestured her close. She stepped forward and their size difference was accentuated by their nearness. He had to remind himself that she was above average for an elf, at about five-foot-five. Much taller than Lillie or Lyn, who barely surpassed five feet. Something about the situation, their nearness in public perhaps, made the fierce, sturdy captain seem small and helpless.

Jorgen activated his blessing and cleared his throat. He reached into his pocket and he saw Keira gulp, but she resisted the temptation to look down. Then he pulled out his coin pouch and counted a few wooden coins.

She'd kept her blue eyes locked onto his, and he felt himself falling into them like a cool, welcoming pool. It took Jorgen a moment to remember what he was doing. Finally, he spoke, breaking the spell. But his voice was husky with suppressed desire, "Thanks, Keira, here's a few daeri. Yours are on me as well."

"R-right. Thank you, sir."

The elf recovered her composure and asked, "Would you like water, or ale? Or maybe the festival drink?"

"What's the festival drink?"

"It's a sweetened citrus juice," she said, smiling up at him, "Sweet and sour. It's very refreshing, sir. They serve it over ice. With or without apple brandy."

Jorgen didn't respond immediately, and he found himself studying his companion again. She gazed patiently up at him, but her eyes were liquid with barely-concealed emotion.

They were standing in a patch of dappled sun, and her elven ears caught the light, which accentuated them, even radiating through the flesh of her long lobes. Their tips were pink and almost translucent in the light. A loose strand of blonde hair shone golden, and Jorgen resisted the temptation to tuck it behind her ear. That elegant, pointed ear that had become so familiar, even in Jorgen's relatively short time amongst the elves.

It occurred to the barbarian that he had almost accepted elves as his own species, despite their much smaller size and their pointed ears - and their near universal beauty. Soon it would be human women that looked alien.

And Keira was exceptionally beautiful, inside and out. Jorgen desperately wanted to kiss her.

She could tell, and backed up slightly.

"Sir," she breathed, "I would love for you to kiss me. But.."

"But, you have a reputation to uphold. I understand, captain. It's just.. You are stunning, Keira. In that uniform, in this light.."

Their gazes were locked and Keira was hanging on the barbarian's every deep, gravelly word.

"You look a little flushed, and I love how your ponytail accentuates your ears, and your jaw, and your gorgeous neck.. Fuck," he growled, softly, "I would take you here and now if I could."

The lovely ranger was blushing fiercely and struggling to maintain eye contact. He could see her picturing the scene. Finally she broke their gaze and looked down. Then she caught herself staring at Jorgen's prominent bulge and quickly looked away, biting her plump bottom lip. It was adorable.

"Then again," the big man added, "you are always beautiful, and I somehow manage to restrain myself."

"I, um.."

"I'll take the festival drink, no brandy," Jorgen interrupted, sparing the toughened ranger, who was looking a little girly at the moment.

She recovered quickly and gracefully, of course. Because she was Keira.

"Y-yes sir. Give me," she started, studying the crowd, "ten minutes, sir. You've got ranger eyes on you, in case anything happens."

Without waiting for a response, Keira turned and strode confidently into the market. Jorgen enjoyed the view of her fit, bubbly backside in motion. It filled out her uniform trousers perfectly. Luscious, meaty, and athletic all at once. Somehow soft, but not soft.

The barbarian suppressed his desire to chase Keira down and squeeze that toned elven ass into submission. But he indulged his fantasy, for just a moment.

She would struggle half-heartedly as he stripped her in the market square, tearing her undershorts off to expose that gorgeous ass. He would bend her over the nearest stall, and publicly claim her as his own. He would roar out in victory as he pumped his load into his bodyguard's virginal womb, and the elves would drop to their knees in awe.

"Yeah, Freia would love that," he admonished himself. Fucking the respected ranger in public was not the good kind of humiliation. The worst part was that he knew he could do it, and that nobody would even try to stop him. That kind of power was seductive, and Jorgen resolved not to abuse it. It helped that he had nothing but fondness for these elves, dominant sexual kinks aside.

With a sigh, Jorgen activated Aleisa's blessing. Then he found the quiet spot that Keira had pointed out and took a seat. There was nothing to do but enjoy watching the busy, mostly bottomless, elves. It was a veritable feast of shapely legs and perky butts.

He watched as a crew of them hung strings of small blue and white banners between ten-foot poles, which rose up in various spots around the market. It was a nice look, he thought, against the greens and earth tones of the forest village.

Resting his elbows on his knees, the big man closed his eyes, and absorbed the sounds of the cheerful, excited elves. He took in the smell of cooking meat, with undertones of baking bread, spices, and the earthy scent of the forest itself. He felt the dappled sun on his face and smiled. It was a lovely summer's day in Selani Village. The afterlife was good.

Chapter 9: Assassin

Summary:

A festive day in Selani Village goes a little off the rails.

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Chapter Nine: Assassin

Instincts from Jorgen's years in the army saved him.

Orcs didn't have many archers, but the few the barbarian had encountered were fearsome. They could send a three-quarter inch thick, three-and-a-half foot long arrow hurtling at high speed for over six hundred feet. The blunt tips, driven by the force of the beasts' massive bows, and the momentum of the heavy arrows, would pierce all but the heaviest plate. And they were dirty. Getting hit was fatal more often than not. A soldier either learned to avoid those missiles, or survived on luck alone. Or, didn't.

This arrow was much smaller.

It had pierced through the barbarian's big hand and into his shoulder, passing through the joint with his upper arm. He had been able to dodge just enough to avoid an arrow to the neck, but had instinctively moved his hand into its path, pinning his big hand over the wound in his shoulder.

Dropping to his knees for a lower profile, Jorgen grimaced, but managed not to cry out, as he snapped the shaft and pulled his hand away. Neither wound was serious, he noted. The arrowhead was sharp, and not too broad. But it hurt well enough, and limited his range of motion on the left.

He flexed his bloody right hand and was satisfied that it was usable. Ignoring the pain wasn't a problem, with his deep pool of willpower. Even before the barbarian had learned of its capacity to override his body's complaints, four years being carved up by orcish swords had given him a remarkably high pain tolerance.

Jorgen ducked again, and an arrow missed his skull by inches. A scream rang out behind him. That arrow had hit an elf, he knew. But the best thing he could do for her was to get into cover, and deny his assassin a target.

"Keira!," the big man shouted. Loud enough that he thought it would carry across the market.

A quick glance at the scene behind him saw two rangers responding, and moving the injured elf to safety. But not all the elves were handling the situation well. There were a lot of panicked cries and screams from all around the market.

The atmosphere had been so cheery and festive just a few moments ago, Jorgen lamented. But he pushed aside an accompanying surge of guilt. It wasn't a useful emotion, and he was done with it. It had consumed the final years of his last life, but it had no place in his afterlife. There were lapses, of course, but the barbarian's resolve on that subject was absolute. Guilt would never again be a factor in his judgment of himself or the world around him, nor in his decisions or relationships. Snapping out of his self-reflection, Jorgen analyzed the situation. Two other rangers were in nearby cover, looking for the assassin with arrows nocked, but they couldn't find a target. He could see the frustration in their faces, but they weren't panicking.

"Sir!," he heard. Keira's voice was a ways off.

"Captain!" he bellowed in her direction, "Moving towards the inner path!"

He'd determined that the arrows were coming from a tree to the north, one he hadn't visited yet. It's highest platform stood a bit higher than the first level of Ruitan, where the market was. Jorgen was pretty sure that was the archer's position. It was a good five or six hundred feet away.

Ducking another arrow, the big warrior began to move, staying as low as possible. Moving through the abandoned market stalls, he did his best to avoid injuring any of the elves in his path, but he had to lift a few out of his way. He wanted to stop and help the stragglers to safety, but he would just be putting them in danger. He was the target. He jumped clear over a young-looking elf who had frozen in the middle of an aisle. The massive impact of his landing knocked another to her knees.

Two more arrows barely missed Jorgen, and one found the elf he'd just passed. He checked over his shoulder. She had fallen to the ground, whimpering, and was holding her thigh, where the shaft was buried. She would survive, especially with healing. But, still..

"FUCK!," the massive, angry barbarian roared. He was not used to running away. The pain in his shoulder and his hand, the smell of his blood.. He focused on his willpower, guiding his actions along the path of reason. This was no time to go berserk, he knew. His feet carried him forward and he worked his way towards Ruitan's massive trunk, well over a hundred feet thick at this height.

Another arrow sliced across Jorgen's hunched back. He felt the hot wet of blood flowing down along his spine. He had to respect the archer. There must be six hundred and fifty feet between them now.

Finally Jorgen blasted out of the market aisles onto the inner path, then sped to circle the trunk, moving until the archer's position was definitely blocked.

His heart was pounding, out of adrenaline-fueled excitement, more than his minimal exertion. Sighing in relief, he leaned back against the trunk's surprisingly smooth surface - absently wondering if it was bark or bare wood - and slid down to sit on his ass. He hoped blood wouldn't stain the golden wood's (polished?) surface.

"Jorgen!," he heard.

"Over here, captain," he said, projecting calm authority. He hoped that would soothe the hint of panic he heard in Keira's usually measured voice. He could only imagine that the thought of failing in her duty to protect him was enough to shake even her cool discipline.

"Sir, are you alright?!"

"Tis but a scratch," he joked, then added, "The archer was on that tree to the north, upper level."

"Yes, sir," she said, obviously relieved, and more than happy to fall back on her professionalism, "We've notified the only squad on that tree - Ailuen. Its second level platform is just a little higher than this one. It's still being grown, and isn't livable yet."

"Just one squad?"

"It's our youngest tree, sir, and lightly populated. In any case, I'm sure the archer is gone. I retrieved this though," Keira said, holding up an undamaged arrow, "I recognize the marks on the fletching.. Guin, sir."

"Fuck."

"Indeed, sir."

"The injured elves?

"Both alive, but one was in critical condition when I left her. A healer had just arrived."

Jorgen just nodded, and closed his eyes.

Keira studied the barbarian's handsome face, gripped by guilt. She moved in and wrapped her arms as far around his massive chest as she could, and pressed her body to his. Jorgen sighed as he pulled the lovely elf into his embrace.

Jorgen smiled fondly as he pet his beautiful bodyguard's silky golden hair. "She's the strongest of the elves," he mused, "yet still so small in my arms."

Keira had been panicking, struggling to maintain her self-control. And to see her king blaming himself.. Then Jorgen wrapped his massive arms around her trembling body. She pressed her face into his muscular chest and breathed his scent. Even his sweat, mixed in with the scent of blood, was exquisite to her elven senses.

The experience calmed her just as much as it had the first time that she had allowed herself to be vulnerable to the giant human. She allowed herself to melt into his embrace, and a wave of soothing warmth washed over her. She thanked the goddess that she had let Jorgen in.

But perhaps she never had a choice. He was her king, after all. The stoic captain suppressed a grin and the wave of girlish excitement provoked by that thought. But she couldn't stop a long quiver of pleasure that ran from her scalp all the way down to her toes. She came, just a little, and wondered if Jorgen had noticed. He didn't say anything, if he did. He gently stroked her back with his huge hand, and she had to catch herself before she fell asleep like a child in his masculine embrace.

"It's not your fault, sir," Keira said, finally pulling back and staring up into the big man's eyes. He smiled at the deep passion, and the abiding devotion he saw in her gaze.

"I'm fine, Keira," he rumbled, "I know it's not my fault, but I can learn from it."

"We both will, sir. We're in this together, right?"

He nodded, but the intensity of her gaze stilled his response. Blue on blue, the companions began to mesh on a deeper level.

Keira's passion was different to Selene's. The ranger captain not only felt driven to do something, but to do it right. To be a living example of how to behave as an elf, and a ranger. Perfect from first step to last. So well-practiced that the steps were effortless and she could move with peerless confidence.

He saw more, so much more. Keira was a complex soul, with complimentary - and a few conflicting - layers and facets to her personality and her motivations. Each one was admirable, beautiful. Honesty, trust, loyalty and devotion, duty and honor.. competition tempered by compassion, and discipline by humor. And he saw in her the capacity to love completely, passionately, with her whole being.

Keira had deliberately overcome the arrogant pride of her youth, Jorgen knew, and replaced it with an abiding pride in her comrades and subordinates, and in her people. A fact that shed light on her respect and appreciation of her old rival, Selene, who Keira and Jorgen would agree was the very best of the elves.

And there was more still. He could spend a lifetime learning everything there was to know about Keira. And that's exactly what he would do.

As they stared into each other's depths, the barbarian knew his steadfast companion's soul. And he loved it.

"I love you, Keira."

"I-I know, sir. I.."

"You don't have to be ready to say that, captain. I felt compelled to say it in this moment. That's all. Find your own feelings and tell me if and when you're ready."

Then Jorgen paused to yank the arrow free with a pained growl. Keira's eyes flashed with concern, but she didn't say anything.

"Help me wrap these wounds, then let's go see what we can find at that tree."

"Yes, sir," she said, and gently removed his shirt. She began to bandage the barbarian's hand, arm and back, as gently as possible. She might have worshipped his muscles a bit too.

A helpful merchant had brought some clean cloths to the pair, and there were quite a few more elves gathering. Five rangers were keeping a perimeter. Keira thanked the merchant, but had to shoo her away rather forcefully.

"What is Guin's motive? Something to do with Traya?"

"The Guin I know couldn't be that accurate, especially with a standard ranger bow. If it is him, as I suspect from this fletching, he.. might be something other than the mediocre ranger he has always seemed to be. He," Keira paused, considering her words, "He was a transfer from Nathelas, a few years ago."

It was interesting that Guin was a 'he,' since younger, unmarried inorei usually identified as women. More so than the actual women, from what Jorgen had observed. But his impression of Guin had been an insecure elf trying to impress his peers and secure a marriage.

"He didn't like me from the start."

"That would track if he's an agent for the duke. But it could just be personal, sir."

"Well, Traya has something to do with it."

"I assumed as much, sir. Guin is very serious about appearing masculine. His mother is a minor official in the ducal palace. I was under the impression that she had some stringent expectations for her son. That's often the case when an inorei attempts to identify as a male, even before they're to be married."

Kiera paused, seeming to analyze her own words, "I thought he was probably a disappointment, sent here to be out of his mother's sight. If I remember correctly, she was an acquaintance of the elder's. I assume that's why his transfer was accepted. But there might be more to it."

Jorgen nodded for Keira to continue.

"We probably won't find anything at Ailuen. Rangers are already looking for Gu-"

"Jorgen!," the pair heard, coming from around the east side of the trunk. They turned to see Selene loping towards them on her long, fast legs. She was wearing something similar to ranger casuals. She held a rapier against her hip as she jogged, and had her blackwood bow on her back.

Jorgen stood up to greet his perfect tomboy princess and she broke into a run.

The tall, preternaturally beautiful elf looked amazing as a ranger, he decided. She looked great running too, and not just because of the sleeveless, form-fitting 'ranger casual' shirt, that accentuated the compelling motion of her generous (for an elf) tits. They defied gravity even when they weren't lifting erotically with each long-legged stride.

No, it was the way Selene moved, with a graceful agility that was impossible to describe and somehow just beyond what any human could do. She bounded forward with her long, silver ponytail whipping the air behind her, in a pattern that mirrored her own fluid efficiency. 'She's more like a cheetah than a woman, when she moves like this,' Jorgen thought. He'd seen one hunt a gazelle on the savannah up north. In fact, the gazelle also reminded him of Selene. A cheetah-elf-gazelle hybrid..

Before the big man could consider those implications, a hundred pounds of athletic elven huntress slammed into him. He was three times her weight, a wall of muscle with a sturdy warrior's stance, but she staggered him easily. But Jorgen recovered his footing, and wrapped his arms around Selene's lithe figure. Then he gripped her perfect ass in one hand and lifted her into a tight embrace. Her long arms and legs wrapped around the barbarian's torso and she pressed against his chest, trying to get as much contact as possible.

"It's alright princess," Jorgen rumbled, "I'm fine."

"Thank the goddess," she sobbed, with her face smashed against his chest, "I was so worried, master."

"Hey, it's alright, princess. Look at me."

Selene pushed away, just enough to meet Jorgen's gaze. Her intense grey eyes were wet with un-spilled tears. She was incredibly beautiful, even on the verge of crying. He spent several moments just lost in her stormy, passionate depths. Beneath her tears were gleaming portals to a fiery soul. So different from the cool embrace of Keira's steady, devoted passion, and yet so similar.

Selene finally looked down and took in the state of her giant lover.

"Master, you're still bleeding."

"I'm fine, sweet princess," the big man soothed, "Don't worry, I have a lot of blood." Selene squeezed him as tight as she could, which was pretty tight, then gave a small nod against his chest and let out big sigh. After squeezing her bubbly ass once more, Jorgen set her down.

"Where are you coming from, all geared up?," he asked. She smelled of sweat and dust, he had noticed.

"I was at the training grounds, practicing and sparring with some of the rangers. Then they got a sparrow about the market attack. I ran as fast as I could, master."

On the verge of tears again, she added, "I'm sorry I didn't make it in time.."

Keira chimed in then, and Jorgen knew she was distracting Selene before she could spiral further.

"I have to admit that Selene is the best archer in the village, by a good margin. Some of that is because she occasionally practices-"

"Hey, I hunt!"

"Occasionally. Mostly it's raw talent and athleticism that carries her."

"And perfect vision. I have great eyes," Selene said, with no modesty whatsoever.

"I've been practicing too, princess," Keira taunted, good-naturedly, "Maybe I'll take the top spot this year."

Jorgen interrupted Selene's indignant reaction. He appreciated Keira's successful distraction but they didn't need a riled-up princess at the moment.

"Down, princess," he commanded. The angry, sexy elf obeyed immediately, but she couldn't hide her pout. Or her blush. Jorgen didn't make eye contact, but he had a pretty good idea of what he would find there - molten steel. She was his perfect lover, after all.

Humiliation kinks aside, Jorgen was all for watching Keira and Selene go at it, productively. Preferably in the oil pit. For mentorship and training purposes, of course. And bonding.. They could re-enact some wrestling scenes from their time together in ranger training. Because that would be cathartic. No other reason. Also, afterlife.

But this wasn't the time for that. He changed the subject.

"Funnily enough, we were out to shop for a bow when the attack happened. Archery is the theme of the day, apparently."

"Right, sir," Keira said, all ranger professionalism," Let's go check the platfo-"

Suddenly, a plump, orange-bellied sparrow dove recklessly from above, only slowing its descent two feet from the captain's face. She didn't flinch, but raised her right hand and extended a finger, while her left produced a fat sunflower seed.

"Keira, dis'e."

Jorgen thought that was a voice confirmation, in elvish. He'd received several sparrows and had just said, 'Yes, I'm Jorgen.' Of course the rangers would be more efficient. He didn't think they needed to use codes. His impression was that the sparrow was provided some sort of magical signature of their recipient, and it would be difficult to intercept. The telepathic message itself was also private.

Keira stared at the sparrow for a few moments, then just said, "Understood." The sparrow snatched up its seed and flew off with unnatural speed. Jorgen remembered Traya's explanation that the messenger sparrows received a lot of benefits for their contract with a nature mage.

He assumed that the birds had longer lives and physical enhancements, and he suspected that they got a little magic of their own. For one thing, they seemed to be able to customize the colors of their eyes and their feathers. That, along with their size and plumpness, probably meant that the messenger sparrows got all the lady sparrows. Chick lodestones, as it were. Stupid puns aside, the barbarian thought the sparrow system was fantastic. He admired so much about these elves.

"Sir, rangers report that they are searching Guin's apartment. I recommend we head to the platform. While unlikely, there's a chance he dropped something up there."

"Hold on, master," Selene insisted, "let me heal you."

"Have you been practicing?"

"Not really.. I just sense that I can handle it right now. It's probably adrenaline or emotions or something," Selene said. Despite her confident statement, she was looking a bit nervous.

"No pressure, princess. You've got this, and even if you don't, I'm not going to die."

"Alright, good. This is gonna hurt, I think. There's some tearing in the muscle.."

She looked up and captured his gaze, "I love you, Jorgen."

"I know. You too, princess."

He waggled his eyebrows, and she blushed, then pressed her palms against the big man's bleeding wounds.

It hurt, but Jorgen did his best not to show it. They maintained eye contact and he reassured her with his gaze while her brows scrunched in concentration. All the while, the fibers of his torn muscles were seeking their counterparts and, twisting and writhing, they began to align.

Jorgen got the sense that this type of injury was not a simple 'heal,' and that her intense will and control was making it happen, in spite of her inexperience. He could almost feel her love in the pain.

"I'm sorry, master. I know it hurts."

"I'm fine, princess. You're doing great," Jorgen reassured her. He had endured much worse.

"It's never felt quite this.. easy before."

Selene closed her eyes and focused on the warmth she could feel coming from her spark, and her connection to Jorgen, and her love for him. It was working. Her life energy spread through their connection and met his, and she was guiding his magic with her own, saving energy and reducing the mental effort. This was the 'right' way to heal. She was actually doing it.

The sensation of muscles reconnecting was like maggots in a wound. Jorgen knew that from experience - with maggots in a wound, that is. The army healers sped up natural healing. This was different, faster. It was over in less than a minute, and there was no scar.

He offered his hand, and that puncture wound was healed in seconds.

Selene blew out a breath, then looked up with a tired, happy smile.

"Done."

"That was beyond impressive. Truly. Well done, Selene, and thank you."

"Thank me later, master."

Keira was staring at her, open mouthed.

"You were able to heal that easily, and it was a serious injury, Selene?"

"I healed master a while back, and it was as hard as I remembered, but it kind of inspired me. I've been practicing my Te'erein for a few minutes almost every morning."

"Or afternoon," Keira teased. Selene did have a habit of sleeping in when she could get away with it. And now with the pregnancy coma - Jorgen had probably spent more time with her asleep than awake for the past week.

"Fine, whenever I wake up. Whatever," Selene huffed.

Jorgen chuckled, "Princess, when we get back from Imestide, we're going to spend a month on Te'erein, elvish, and life magic, alright?"

"Sounds good, master. A month should give you a foundation, at least. Hopefully that's in line with the goddess's expectations."

"Alright, let's do this," the barbarian said, as they approached the spiral staircase to Ailuen's first level.

The bridge from Ruitan was still in its growing phase, so they'd elected to follow a cobblestone path between the trees. It was cool and peaceful on the forest floor, with only a few elves in sight. Most were working on festival projects nearer to the Common Tree. The commotion at the market seemed very far away.

The trio had crossed a foot bridge over a small pond, and paused to watch as a fisher bird, just a few feet away, snatched a silvery fish and swallowed it whole. It seemed wholly unconcerned by their presence.

As they walked up the stairs, Jorgen asked, "Where would Guin go, captain?"

"If I had to guess, sir, straight to Nathelas. The first regiment are the duke's dogs, so he'll be safe there."

"Alright. Sounds like Guin might be a problem for future us, but let's see what we can find out."

Ailuen was a small tree . The first level was residential, Selene explained, mostly for elves who couldn 't afford or didn't want to live on the busier Ruitan or the more upscale Melion. She was careful to keep her voice down as they passed several groups of scantily-clad elves.

"It's a young tree, about four hundred and fifty. The first residences were grown about a hundred and fifty years ago. The main platform will get bigger, and higher, and the second platform will become livable soon. Probably in the next hundred years or so."

"That soon?," Jorgen asked drily, "How old are Ruitan, Melion, and the Community Tree?"

Keira chuckled, not doubt amused at the barbarian's human perspective on time.

"Melion is about seven hundred, I think. Ruitan and the Common Tree are nine-fifty or so. They were planted at the same time, when the old community tree began to decline. That big hole in the canopy to the north of Tenari was the old Community Tree. It was almost a thousand feet tall and fifteen hundred years old when it finally died. There's a sapling growing from its stump. Maybe someday elves will live there again."

"Wow."

"I know. The current five trees of Selani village are all a new generation, the three trees that preceded them died with the old community tree."

Selene continued her lesson, "The tree village is based on a.. connection between trees. Or at least that connection is part of the community forming, and becomes an identity of sorts, which elves and trees share. It's hard to describe."

"I think I have a hazy idea of what you mean. These are more than trees, that much is clear. And nature magic is complex. I can *almost* sense the deep connections it forms. Even that almost-sensation is hard to describe."

"Also," Jorgen teased, "you're adorable when you scrunch your face in concentration."

"Shut up, master!," Selene complained. Her blush was adorable.

"A-Anyway! The trees. I wasn't done, jerk."

"Sorry, princess. Go on."

"They all get.. flooded with crazy amounts of nature magic while we grow them, and they sort of synchronize with each other during the process. They are as much a community as we elves are. Sometimes they choose to follow the community tree into death."

Jorgen remained quiet, so as not to interrupt.

"I'm done," she said, after an awkward silence

"Don't think I'm not interested. That's really fascinating. And beautiful.. So, the old tree was alive for the siege?"

"And the downfall, yes sir," Kiera joined in. They had reached the first level, and she led them to a much narrower stair to the second, "There is a quarter-cross section of its trunk embedded in the temple floor. You can actually see the downfall. All the trees' growth slowed."

Damn.

"Elves stopped.. caring, I take it?"

"I think that's about right, sir," the ranger captain said, and they were climbing up a stair, so Jorgen had to focus on his footing.

"They are growing better now. Elves adjust, sir. But.. never as fast as they used to. Our magic has weakened a lot."

"And you have nature mages, what.. infusing them constantly?"

"Kind of, sir. We - our nature mages, I mean - have artifacts that we charge, and then place to release coherent magic. Nature magic is stored in the artifact along with a will. A visualization and intent."

"Te'erein. So they, what, place an artifact on the platform and grow a house?"

"To simplify greatly, sir, that suffices."

They reached the second level and Jorgen noticed that the floor under their boots was more of a weave than the solid wood surface of the platforms he'd been on so far. He perceived a multi-layered lattice, of sorts, that was slowly filling and compressing.

Looking around, the barbarian saw that, in addition to the trunk, there were a couple dozen other large branches that seemed to be growing either out of, or through, the platform floor.

Noticing his interest, Keira said, "Those will become the basis for some of the bigger structures up here, sir. It's easier and faster to get a branch to grow itself into a cottage than it is to grow one out of the platform itself."

"It's all so.. organic."

"It's a tree, master."

"Right, well, fine. Anyway, now that I'm seeing a tree in progress, the Common Tree and Ruitan are making a lot more sense to me. Thanks for the lessons, you two."

"Of course, sir. It's nice that you're interested."

"Yeah, you're alright, for a human, master."

Ignoring the jab, Jorgen looked around the large platform. Other than the future-buildings, it was a large, empty space.

"Where would he have stood?"

"The market is there, sir," Keira said, pointing to Ruitan.

Jorgen walked to the southern edge that Keira had pointed out. It was definitely a clean shot to the market.

"Here," Selene called out, "Next to this branch, I think. Some scuff marks."

Jorgen knelt and studied the wooden ground, with Selene looking over his shoulder, trying to point out what she'd found. He was distracted for a moment by the sweet smell of her sweat, and it made him want to.. He shook his head - was it weird to like the smell of his elven girlfriend's body odor? It wasn't at all like human sweat, there was no sharpness to it, but it did have a musky quality that was recognizable, to his human nose, as body odor from sweaty exertion. And it was giving him a hard-on.

Setting that question aside, the barbarian couldn't really see the scuff marks, but he'd trust the elves' tracking skills and their better senses. He activated his blessing and stood, then gave Selene a quick, sensual kiss that left her wanting more.

"I see toe and knee prints, sir. Very small boot size. That tracks with Guin."

"Well, that's something."

"It is, sir. There's nothing else of use here, that I can see."

"Alright, we found what we expected to find, which isn't a lot, but it's enough, I think. Guin wanted me dead, for one of two reasons. Traya? Maybe. But I think it's probably like you said, Keira, he's working for the duke. I did kidnap his daughters, after all."

"What is that supposed to mean?," asked Selene.

"Your mother. That's the story she leaked to the duke's people. That I'm holding you and Lys hostage."

"Fuck. She's so.. I really fucking hate her sometimes.

"She's doing what she thinks is best for you, princess. And it's probably the reason the duke hasn't sent his rangers in force."

"I get it. I just wish.."

"That she would talk to you about these things?"

"I mean, I know why she doesn't. She wants me to be all idealistic and optimistic, with leadership qualities and all that.."

"Which is perfect, because you are those things, Selene," Keira said, "Your mother is a clever, devious spider in a web that reaches across Westhaven, and beyond. Some of what she does is distasteful, cynical. That's the role she wants to play, so you don't have to."

"That.. Alright. I guess I should probably be grateful for that."

"I think so," Jorgen agreed, "Let's let her do what she needs to do. She has her fingers - or webs, like Keira said - everywhere, and she's been working on it for decades. I'm sure that this little bit of misinformation is just one piece of her broader strategy."

"I guess."

Jorgen squeezed Selene's shoulder, and she rubbed her cheek against his huge hand, like a cat. But with elf ears.

"Good girl."

"Mmm, I am a good girl, master."

"Yes you are, princess. But hold that thought. I still want to buy a bow. Plus, we never got those skewers."

Keira did a ranger whistle thing, and they headed back to Ruitan.

Chapter 10: A Bow and a Blow

Summary:

Casual fluff and smut with Keira and Selene. A little character development.

Notes:

Reminder that there's nsfw art on my free .

Chapter Text

Chapter Ten: A Bow and a Blow

The bowyer's store was mostly workshop. There a small counter toward the front, which demarcated the shop, and there were almost a dozen bows resting horizontally on hooks in the walls, on either side. An older inorei was working on something in the back.

Jorgen felt that he was getting better at identifying elven genders, a milestone which coincided with his thinking that their genders really didn't matter all that much. One gender could get pregnant, the other were girls.

In any case, this one was very feminine, if mature, and flat-chested. Though she did have strong fingers, he could tell. She was carving some detail onto the hardwood length with a sharp-looking hand tool. She looked up, smiled, and made her way to the front counter.

"Jorgen the barbarian, welcome, it's nice to finally meet you," the inorei said.

"And welcome Selene and Keira. It is good to see you two getting along," she added, with an interesting twinkle in her eye.

The younger elves looked at each other for a long moment, but held their tongues.

"I'm Miralyn, by the way," she offered, with a smile, "Looking for a bow, young man?"

"Nice to meet you. And yes I am."

"Well, that will definitely be a custom order. You'd snap anything I've ever made like a twig. Look at those arms on you, human," the craftswoman said, the intelligent twinkle in her hazel eyes only got more intense.

"Well, Mira, I was told that your bows are the finest in Selani."

"That they are. I'm not being boastful, my dear. My mother was the foremost bowyer in the whole duchy, and I learned everything she could teach me. Her work is the standard by which I'm judged, and I'm happy to say that I can hold my own against her."

"Very good, I'd be honored to carry one of your bows. What do you need from me?"

"Well, let's take of your shirt," she started.

Jorgen held back a sigh. Of course.

"And we'll take some measurements," the bowyer continued, oblivious to his resigned acceptance, "I've also got a device we can use to measure your strength... though, I'm certain you would break it. I'll just have to estimate a best I can."

"We'll just be over here, sir, enjoying the view."

"And catching up, master," Selene purred, then with a subtle note of danger, added, "Because *apparently* me and Keira are going to be spending a *lot* of time together."

Traitors. They knew he was about to be molested. And Selene was definitely up to something. He could almost hear Keira's gulp.

Miralyn was exceedingly thorough in her measurements, and she'd spent so much time studying his trousers that the barbarian finally offered to take them off so she could measure his legs as well - just in case. Perhaps he'd have to draw the bowstring with his toes one day.

Mostly it was obvious that the poor little thing could think of nothing else after she'd 'accidentally' brushed herself against his length.

In any case, that's how Jorgen came to be receiving a very amateur blowjob while his two favorite elves offered advice.

Advice, as if either of them could fit him deeper than four inches, at best. In fact, Jorgen realized, Keira, who was essentially a virgin, hadn't even tried to suck him off - not that it was a priority for him. But here she was offering advice on relaxing the jaw.

Maybe she would surprise him, he mused. The bowyer moaned when the barbarian's cock twitched with that thought, and Jorgen avoided glancing at the captain. She would know that he was thinking about her lips wrapped around his cock.

Goddess, he groaned internally, Keira wouldn't even have to try. A minute of staring up at him with those devoted blue eyes would be all he needed. The captain was submissive, to him, but not *submissive*. She would do anything for her 'king,' but dropping to her knees to suck his cock was different. It would be outside of her comfort zone. As hot as it was, Jorgen would never demand that Keira submit to him sexually. He wouldn't stop her willing submission, which would definitely come up as she quietly explored her kinks, but he would never respect her less for those. Just as long as they were hers, not his.

Selene was there for his kinks.

But Jorgen wasn't being fair to the bowyer, so he forced himself to focus on the current oral experience.

Miralyn was almost three hundred, she'd told him, so he was taking the chance that she wouldn't imprint off of a blowjob. But he was definitely watching for the signs. She was very beautiful for an older woman, with only a few crinkles around her eyes, and not even a little grey in her hair.

"Don't choke yourself, Mira," Keira offered, "Breathe, relax, and push down on him with steady, constant pressure."

The older inorei wasn't going to get his head past the roof of her mouth, relaxed or otherwise. And where did Keira get this crap, Jorgen wondered. Then an image flashed in his mind's eye - of a large cucumber under his bodyguard's pillow.

Selene studied her human's massive cock. Sometimes she was shocked that it all fit inside of her. He was rigid, if not steel hard, at that nice upward angle that just looked so proud and fierce. And fucking huge. He was leaking a lot of precum, but the old bowyer was sucking most of that down. Selene wished she was wearing a tunic or a dress. It wouldn't do for the elder's daughter to strip off her trousers and masturbate in public.

Keira was trying to keep it together. She wanted to do so many things right now. Including slide a finger (maybe two?) up between Jorgen's meaty ass cheeks. And then there was the beast. She was going to take that soon. Her body was gushing its approval.

"You're panting, Keira," Selene whispered.

"And you are red in the face like you're on the verge of exploding, princess."

"Fuck you. I am on the verge of exploding.. Wanna go in back and stick your finger up my ass, pervert?"

"Yes," Keira said, with no hesitation.

Selene didn't miss a beat, "Master, Keira and I have.. something to discuss. Miralyn, would you mind if we used the workshop.. with the door closed?"

Jorgen snorted and Miralyn only grunted "MhhhMm," and waved a hand over her shoulder.

And so the girls departed the scene.

"Miralyn, how about you just get me nice and sloppy wet, and finish with your hands. It will get you that load quicker."

Jorgen was cursing his stamina at the moment, not to mention his constant distractions - what was up with that? Before Keira's interruption, he had been thinking about having some adamantium plates built into his ranger armor. Plus, he was still covered in blood - which Miralyn hadn't even asked about - and wanted a bath.

Fortunately the bowyer did as he suggested, using two hands to worship his length. The look in her hazel eyes was what finally got him there. The three-hundred-something inorei was having a once-in-a-lifetime religious experience. He couldn't ignore that. He stroked her silky hair appreciatively, and his mind stayed in the present.

A few minutes later, the barbarian was groaning and blowing a geyser of thick seed into the elf's mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly, kept the suction up, and swallowed it all. That was impressive for her first time, he thought.

The bowyer didn't speak the few minutes he took to get dressed. She just remained on her knees, tracing her lips with her fingers.

"Thanks Mira," the big man said, patting the inorei's head.

"Goddess, this taste.. it's like.."

"I know. Tastes great," he said, on his way to check on Selene and Keira.

He found both of his beautiful elves naked and on all fours. Keira had her tongue planted in Selene's perfect ass, no doubt swirling it around, and the lithe, silvery elf had her back arched and her head flung back. She was grunting through a deep anal orgasm.

Jorgen let her tumble over that peak before he strode towards the pair and crouched over Selene. He just gave Keira a wink, and she kept doing whatever she was doing with a pleased twinkle in her eyes.

"Hey princess," Jorgen rumbled, leaning over to kiss his girl on the forehead.

"Mmmm master, this feels soooo good," the oversexed elf purred.

The big man grinned and gazed at Keira as he spoke to Selene. Her eyes were locked to his even as her jaw kept moving.

"Good girl, princess," he soothed, in his deep, husky voice, "Letting Keira eat your ass. I think you hould come for her again. She looks so intense and happy just tongueing away in there. And she's worshipping your perfect ass with her strong hands. I bet that feels pretty nice. It's only right to give her one more."

"M-master, I thhinnk.. I.. luvvv hav.. innnghhuhh my.. ass eat.. nngguuhhh," she grunted, not at all ladylike.

Chuckling, Jorgen winked at his bodyguard and stood and walked behind her. She deserved some appreciation. So he dropped down behind Keira's shapely, athletic ass and slowly pushed his thick tongue into her gushing entrance. He slowly massaged her channel, managing to curl and roll his tongue to find her rough patch. He squeezed her meaty ass and continued to explore and enjoy her taste until she had a gentle orgasm. He resisted sticking a finger in her ass. She didn't need it, so he'd save it for special occasions. Not that she needed a special occasion herself. As he coaxed her down from her peak with gentle attention to her clit and labia, he idly wondered what her next kink would be.

"Don't.. stop you... b-bitch I'm still cumming, aaahh" Selene stammered, as the captain resumed licking the princess's ass.

Jorgen sat back to let them finish, Keira had a really great ass. Tight and athletic, her cheeks formed nice round bubbles with subtle muscles under the surface. If their rivalry included ass size, shape and overall perfection, Selene would dominate, but in any other room Keira would take first place. He was a lucky man, he knew.

A little bored, Jorgen changed his mind. Selene was apparently not quite satisfied, and since he was here, and Keira's golden, athletic elven ass was just sitting there, with a gushing elven pussy just beneath it.

He didn't have a choice, really, so he leaned forward and slowly pushed a huge finger into Keira's pussy.

"MMMmMMMmmmm," the beautiful elf moaned into Selene's ass.

"Don't ssstooppp," the princess moaned.

Jorgen pulled his finger out of its silky elven sheath, and the strong, disciplined ranger captain whined like an elfling into her rival's asshole.

Then he slowly pushed the massive digit into the center of her beautiful, athletic ass. Her pink puckered asshole was winking wildly. It resisted him, at first, but when it relaxed, it seemed to greedily suck his thick fingertip in. The tightness and texture were so different, yet still had that same silky, stretchy elven-ness. He pushed slowly but forcefully until his entire pointing finger was inside her. About five inches, Jorgen estimated. He should have asked Astra to measure his fingers too.

The barbarian let his finger rest inside Keira's tight asshole, only gently massaging her smooth channel. The elf clenched and shuddered.

Voice low and gravelly, Jorgen said, "Come for me, captain."

"MMmh, mhh, MMMHHH," the captain responded, trying to nod and lick at the same time.

"Donn't...fuuckkinnggg.. stoppp.. BITCH!!," Selene growled.

Jorgen started to pump his finger in and out of Keira's hole, then added his long, thick middle finger to her pussy. She came quickly and loudly, even with her voice muffled between Selene's firm, luscious cheeks.

"MMMmmmhHMh, mhhh, mmhhh.. mmmmMMM!"

Chuckling as he slowed his pumping, Jorgen casually commanded, "Princess. Come."

"FFFFuuAAAHHHhhaahHaa, aaahhh!!," the lithe, beautiful elf writhed and undulated as she cried out, and Keira was sprayed with come as she pulled away.

"Good girl."

"Unghh, ffffuuuu, hnnnggguh," Selene groaned before collapsing on her side to curl up and twitch.

Keira's orgasm had been powerful too. Her leanly muscled body was still arched, and her hips were still rolling and thrusting back on the barbarian's fingers. He let her ride it out. The view from back here was nothing but spectacular, twice over. Selene's ass looked good even as she twitched and trembled, with her wet, pink little bud winking at him.

Grinning, the big man pulled out of Keira and stood up.

"Captain, want to clean up my fingers?"

Jorgen wouldn't normally go there, but she already had the taste of elven asshole on her tongue, so he didn't think she'd mind. But she wasn't getting a kiss until later.

Keira happily complied. Her intense blue eyes had taken on a soft, gentle cast, and seemed to reflect a sort of contented submission. She gently and thoroughly licked herself off of his hands, maintaining eye contact throughout. It was doing things to the dominant barbarian. If she wanted this, from time to time, Jorgen would gratefully accept it. His precious companion could have anything she wanted or needed, and it would be no chore to provide.

"Good girl."

She smiled, and blushed. He cupped her face and ran his finger along her proud jaw, and his thumb over her pink cheekbone, then backed way.

"Thank you, sir," was all she said.

"Alright, get dressed, slutty elves. I need a bath, and a shirt that isn't torn up and bloody."

"Mira, thanks for the hospitality."

She was still looking a little dazed.

"Anytime, Jorgen. I'm excited to get to work on your bow."

"Good. You can contact me at the guest house when you have something for me."

"Of course, yes. I will. And, thank you, young man."

Holding the door for the girls, he gave Mira a friendly wave goodbye before following them out.

Selene and Keira were quiet on the way back to the Common Tree, but he noticed them glancing at each other furtively. Their old rivalry was changing, fast. Jorgen approved, but he was going to keep an eye on it all the same. Keira would handle it with her typical competence, intelligence, maturity and discipline. Selene, on the other hand, might cause a little drama.

He foresaw spankings.

Also, fucking Freia. The barbarian did not want to deal with another goddess, at all.