Bonds forged in lies (closed)

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork woke before the moon had set so he could start his rituals and head into work. He first went to thebath, a small rock pool he had put in, and made sure the water wasclear and, unsatisfied, open and then closed a sluice gate so the water would flow out and then be refilled with fresh stream water. He then went to the small forge he had brought to the house andworked the bellows to heat several stones until they were glowing red hot. he then deposited them in the bath, making the previously freezing water boil and steam: it would be hazardous to use for thenext hour but would be perfectly warm and cozy for his cousin when she awoke.

He then went to the underground cellar and withdrew the goat cheese and milk from the cooled room. Hehurriedly ate the cheese spread over a slice of bread and some driedsalmon, before carefully arranging fruits, cheeses and various nutsinto a rough sort of salad for his cousin and paired it with herpreferred juice. He would have preferred to cook her a meal but theyhad recently fought over how much Cork had been doing for her whilestill toiling for the town, so he had agreed to only make a simplerepast for her on days he was working and to try and split the choresmore evenly. It felt wrong to Cork but it would feel a lot worse ifshe were to be angry with him.


He returned to his room and put on his boots and work gloves. The harvest was coming next soon but the ones who ran the town wanted him and the other men to scour the fields forany sign of vermin. It was going to a long scorching day but Cork was more bothered by the fact he was leaving his cousin alone. True, they had both moved away from the town to have some peace but Cork didn't like the thought of his cousin being alone and without protection...not that there was anything to fear out here. The march and the miles of demon infested fog were long in the past and distance...but still, he worried about her.



As he rose to make his bed, he noticed a small indent in the mattress, one that was dwarfed by his much larger one. It was where his cousin had sat after he had held and comforted her, an activity that was becoming more and more common as time went on. Not that he could blame her: while Cork's father was dead, her's had been very much alive before the march. He was supposed to arrive in the village with the other men not long after the women and boys arrived, but years had passed without any of the fathers and elders of the town's women, save for a few who had been sent along with Cork and the other boys, though those men looked more like Cork, not the far more handsome, smarter, and braver men like his cousin's father, who fought the demons despite being smaller. The women had explained that Cork and the boys had contracted a disease that made them their hideous selves and that they were lucky their families had brought them along to the village...though his cousin never told him that.


Regardless, his cousin had been coming to his room regularly at night and snuggled against him for comfort. Cork didn't mind, if anything he enjoyed the contact. He loved his cousin but there was always a nagging feeling that he should never get too close to her physically, but when she curled up with him and let him cradle her until she felt better, he felt a sense of completion, like her huddled form was always meant to be wrapped up in his. As he made his bed, erasing the indent, he thought back to the night before, the smell of his cousin's hair, the way she trembled in his lap as he wrapped his arm around her, the warmth that flowed out from her body, how soft her skin was, Cork was taken aback by how much it had affected him. Last night had been like many others but he had felt almost an excitement to have his cousin against him and when she had parted from him to go back to her own room, he had felt a frustration that he couldn't put a name to but that felt very powerful and almost made him want to leave his bed and wrap her back in his arms, even if she hadn't asked him to.


Cork reflected on this as he made hisway to his cousin's room to make sure she was doing all right. As he opened the door which glided open silently on the well-oiled hinges, he considered skipping this last ritual. There was something onhis mind that made the thought of seeing his sleeping cousin a worrisome prospect. But he had to make sure she was all right. His cause for concern made itself clear very quickly as the dying candleon his cousin's wardrobe flickered over her sleeping form. She was gorgeous, even as her cousin, Cork couldn't deny that. despite caring for her for years and living with her, Cork couldn't help himself nowbut let his eyes travel over her body's curves which the thin sheet and her gown did little to conceal. Cork crept over to his cousin and carefully moved the sheet up so it would be covering her...yet, as heheld the end of the sheet, he felt a sudden curiosity:


what if instead, he tugged down on the sheet? a single pull would leave his cousin in her thin nightgown...and if he took both of his hands, he could easily tear that garment off of her...and then she would be naked. The soft body that curled against him the night before and smelled so wonderful, the body that lately was on his mind more and more would be naked andhe would be able to touch her bare flesh and...and what? Cork suddenly felt a wave of nausea and revulsion at his thoughts, even as his tongue snaked out and licked his lips. He hurriedly released the sheet and went to douse and replace the candle on her wardrobe, hoping the task would keep him from being filled with those thoughts. He then went back to his cousin. On days where she woke up early, they would wish each other a good day before saying their goodbyes, sometimes even embracing and kissing each other's foreheads (with cork needing to lean down quite a bit). Today though, his cousin appeared to be blissfully asleep. yet, it felt odd to do nothing, so Cork, without thinking, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.


Cork was taken aback by his action. He normally couldn't even dream of so much as rubbing his cousin's shoulders without permission and he had just kissed her cheek withouther kissing him first. He kissed her again, almost to test the waters and it felt good...and why shouldn't it? His cousin had it rough, she deserved affection and whatever hang up he had shouldn't impede himfrom sharing that affection. Why had he always waited for her to take the initiative? Cork pushed those thoughts out of his head. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late for work. Still, maybe he should try and do something for his cousin and start taking the initiative more. It might help her feel better.

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"Something for your cousin?hmmmmm...hmmmmm." Oaf, a large green elf that towered over even Cork, pondered, trying to think of an answer Cork's question, "I mean, my sister just demands presents from me, so I've never really had to think about what she wants, just how fast I can get it to her so she'll leave me alone."


"How about sweets?" asked Abyss, a smaller young man who wore an eyepatch asked, "Lately, my mother has been asking for cake every day. I think dad being gonefor so long has really been hitting her. I can give you the recipe...and sneak you the ingredients with your ration pack."He added playfully. Cork and his cousin were considered outsiders by the town. It was the same reason he and his cousin had wound up making a house at the edge of the border: so his cousin could live in peace. Even though Cork put in a good day's work the same as the other young men, he and his cousin were supposed to only get half the supplies of the other houses...fortunately his friends were in charge of distribution and the town's fields could easily feed five times the population, so they always quietly slipped Cork the proper amount of supplies and some extra when possible.

"Thanks. I think I'll give that a shot. I think you're right, Abyss, the men being away for so long has really been hitting everyone hard. I wish her dad would get back. Speaking of, Refuse, how is your aunt doing?"

"She's...she's not doing well but I think she's getting better, she's just a bit clingy." A well-groomed young man said hesitantly, letting his bottom lip hang fromone of his tusks. Refuse's aunt had been engaged before the march, and last month, her engagement ring, which had been charmed to be paired with his until he took it off or died, had fallen from herfinger, a sign that something had happened to her beloved.

As if on queue, the boys suddenly sawan elf woman head through the fields in a white gown, and headstraight for Refuse, who sighed and hung his head.

"Refuse, come home darling!" She exclaimed before turning to the other three, "you three, turn around and get back to work. I'll be taking Refuse home early today, you are not to speak of this."


Cork immediately turned around and started looking for vermin that were not present nor would ever be present. Yet as he did, he swore he heard the sound of two pairs of lips pressing together in a kiss.

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Cork tried to keep what he thought he had witnessed in the fields to himself and instead focused on the recipe card Abyss had written for him. The cake seemed simple enough and it had been made for the simple oven he had. He couldn't help butnotice his friend had snuck in some extra wine and breads into the sack: little surprise as his cousin was well liked by his friends. When they could, they even tried to stop by to get away from theirown female relatives. He had even thought he had sometimes caught one of them being taken aback by her good looks, thought they would never admit it.


It was a long walk home but Cork's steps were light: he was excited to be taking initiative for hiscousin. He flung open the door and rushed over to his cousin, barely setting their rations down before he grabbed her up in a hug.

"I'm home! How was your day?"

 

[Ravishing]

Tallulah's dreams were always unchanged, the same events occurring in the same exact sequence. She'd had these dreams since the day the demon-infested fog had reached critical mass. The elven council had finally realised they had to do that ritual now. There was simply no more time to wait and no more time to plan. The mobilisation of the elven high-mages, including his daughter to the nearby Orc village. The warriors of the elves separated their females and children. Barring the more slender Orc's who admitted they were actually of age 18 they were then lumped in with the more obvious men.

The grand spell did the interlinking of all the mages her Father in a central and Tallulah with Cork in front of her. He'd been at the time one of those who was just 18. The spell subdued all their females and children into sleep, while it enspelled the men and younger men into willing slaves. It was critical with what each Orc or Orc grouping was told to each in that first moment of the spell's taking hold. Tallulah hadn't wanted to do it, it was visibly obvious by the tears misting her eyes as she'd read it out, the spell components vanishing from her bag and it all turning to ash, dusting her white dress.

She clearly remembered taking Cork's larger hands into her own at that moment. "You, are my cousin. You don't look like me, because there was a disease, it only affects some of the males. But we have each other, and care for each other." As her words were taking hold and firming up the bond between them, she whispered to him, "I'll care of you as best I can, I'm sorry."

Those last spoken words potentially something that lingered in the depths of his subconscious mind. The knowledge that this female, a young woman at the time, for the halfbreed she was, her 35, was equal to his 18. That she would care for him.

That scene replayed in her mind, as much as had the separation of her from her Father as he'd assured her to 'stay' with her cousin, and he'd catch up. That they were just going to buy time for their women to get away and then he promised they would catch up. The memories of the grunts, cries and such echoing back as Cork had simply scooped up her smaller form and ran to catch up and keep pace.

It was why most nights of each week she found herself seeking solace from the one, the only anyone she could trust. Cork. Being curled into his far larger frame made her feel safe. She'd never realised how much the rest of her own kind despised her halfbreed status until they'd gotten where they were and she'd been shunned by them. Not exiled. But shunned to the edge of the village they'd made. Tally and Cork had taken it one step further and had moved out that much further. right on the border to it.

Right now she was drifting at the edge of sleep. The very edge of it. That place elves slipped into that was more meditation than true sleep. She'd never explained it to Cork, there'd never been a need to. So she was slightly aware as she felt that her thin sheet, the weather here fairly ideal with warmer temperatures overnight, half covering her. She felt the shadow of Cork there, felt the sheet pulled up over her. Inwardly she smiled about his thoughtfulness. He'd always done everything possible to make her comfortable. To make the best of the not-so-great situation she and he, were in.

Then she felt the brush of his lips to her cheek. It warmed her and yet to him, she would still appear sleeping. Then she felt it again. A kiss. Right to the same spot. Two kisses? It occurs to her as she heard him leaving that he'd never, not once initiated contact between them. She'd always had to reach out, and then he'd readily gone along with it. She knew why, that spell. The suppression of those natural wants to turn them into males who'd care for the elven women without incidents of a sexual nature occurring.

Once she knew he was gone and left Tallulah slowly allows herself to rise out of that more meditative state. Her lips twisted with worry, not that the spell might be fading. She found, honestly, a small part of her wanted it to. She wanted them to regain their former selves. But worry because what exactly would happen to her? How mad might he be? Realising her part? That she was just as much a monster as her Father and all the other elves. That is how Tallulah saw herself, without realising that each action she'd taken with Cork, had been treating him as her equal.

Gathering her dress and panties for the day she took them to the bathing area and tested the water. Still too hot, which had her move on breakfast. Totally prepared to organise her own meal, just to find. Like usual Cork had left her a meal. She gathered the plate up, nibbling on nuts from it as she walks to that more private room he'd made her. A place for her to create art. Right now she'd been working on a painting of sunset. Most of it was done and perfect, however, the makeshift brush needed replacing. More of her meal eaten between her finding the tool Cork had made her split the fibres of a plant they'd worked out through trial and error could be cut thin enough to make a sort of brush. She carefully began working on it. At times pausing with the paper thing slices with the knife to it, for nibbling on food. It took her a few hours to accomplish it, and by then she'd finally finished the meal. Since there was such a distance between them and anyone else, she ducked outside in her night dress and sat it on the rock to let the sun dry it out. Returning inside, she did the dishes were all sparkling clean with the water and a minor bit of magic.

A slightly cool bath was had, and she took her time washing herself. Then dried herself and finally dressed. Her night dress gathered up and folded over the line outside to air out. She noted the fact they had other washing and determinedly worked on getting it all clean and hung up on that line also. It took her perhaps double the time that it might have taken Cork, but this was in her mind fair. She also wore clothes, she saw no reason to make him do it just because it was easier. It was, unknown to her something that would set her apart from the other Elves.

By the time Cork came home, she'd also swept the place out and had cleaned all benches and the table. The subtle scent of lemon everywhere was a sure sign she'd been working and not painting. As she heard him coming she found herself smiling and rushed into what he called their main room, she'd have called it a lounge room. But she saw him and smiled, noticing he'd brought their rations. Then she was swept up into those strong arms and held tightly, without thinking about it. Tallulah's arms wrapped about him in return and her cheek came to rest on his chest. While held she spoke then, softly. "It was good. I was productive. I bathed, cleaned the kitchen, and swept the floor. Managed to make a new paintbrush, and did our laundry. It's also hung up and might be dry." With that heat outside it likely was.

She found while she was in his arms that it felt, really good. She'd been noticing that of late. As she'd grown up more as the years had come to pass. That the way it felt when she was close to him, was changing. Yet she knew she had to keep that to herself. He still was locked in that spell, thinking they were related. A very small part of her mind pointed out he was an Orc, and a slightly larger part pointed out to her that he and those like him, treated her as if she wasn't something horrible. That her halfbreed status wasn't wrong, evil and something to be shunned.

Thus she'd been while all this ran through her mind, staring up into his eyes and his face, with her amethyst eyes. An unnatural elven colour which came from her Fae-genes, her far longer five-inch ears twitching a little. Even Cork knew her ears twitched for various reasons. She heard something, or she was feeling emotional. A small breath in then, that sounded as if it trembled. It did because she felt affected by him in ways that had been slowly building the more time that had passed.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork looked down at Tallulah and smiled warmly as she told him about her day. It always made him happy to hear she was doing well but today it felt better somehow. Just feeling her pressed against him made him feel a warmth that eased his labors more than anything else ever could. Cork caught Tallulah staring at him with her amethyst eyes and he was soon staring back with his almond-colored eyes. Had her eyes always been so stunning? He looked into them entranced and thought of the first time he had met his cousin, or at least what he could recall of it. She had been crying and seemed so upset that it hurt Cork to even think of it. Her father had sent him to go take her to safety, though so many years had passed, maybe he had just found her crying: it had all been so hectic. All he knew was that from the moment he heard his cousin say that "I'll care of you as best I can," he knew he had to support her and make her happy: seeing her cry like she had that day would break his heart.

And he had done all that he could to make sure she was safe and happy. When they were attacked on the March, he would dive in front of the attacking demons to keep her safe, earning more than his fair share of scars and cuts that now decorated his body. When food had been scarce, he would sneak off into the woods to find something to fill her belly or risk getting whpped by the older elves and sneak food out of their overflowing pouches. When they arrived and she wanted to live away from the elves who had othered her, he didn't even hesitate to go with her and start building the house they lived in. Cork couldn't remember his own mother and father or life before he met Tallulah and it didn't matter to him; as long as he could see her beautiful smile and know she was doing well, he had all he needed.

...At least, that was what he had thought until recently. Lately, it wasn't enough to satisfy her whims as they came and wait to see if she was pleased, he wanted to do things to make her happy that she hadn't asked for, he wanted to surprise her, he wanted her to be happy because it was his actions that made her happy, and he wanted something more than her thanks and smile though he wasn't sure what he wanted...or rather, he wasn't sure if he wanted to admit what he was starting to want, like this morning when he couldn't help but think for a passing moment of undressing Tallulah and taking in her nude form even though it was wrong, and so wrong that his own body became repulsed by the thought...yet he couldn't help but think of it.

Cork saw her ears twitch and then heard her breath tremble: something was affecting his cousin...yet she wasn't pushing him away, nor did she seem upset with him, she was just looking into his eyes as he looked into her eyes as he held her to him. Cork felt his heart beat faster and soon felt a tingling in in his lips as he looked at Tallulah. He didn't know what had come over him but as he looked at her face and felt his cheeks flush as his lips tingled, he wondered if she was feeling the same way. No...of course not...but if she did, what then?

Cork reached a hand up and ran it through her silken hair, again not asking permission or waiting to be ordered. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Tallulah's forehead, the tingling sensation in his lips barely abating. Cork then looked at his cousin and asked,

"Is something wrong Tally? Your ears are twitching."

 

[Ravishing]

If she'd been a full-breed elf, she knew she might have reprimanded him for touching her hair, for hugging her, for the kiss he placed on her forehead. She wondered if all that was happening because it was changing for him too. That the spell was breaking down slowly. She'd known it might not last as long as all the others hoped. Her Father had managed to express that much to her, it was why when he hadn't arrived. She'd known deep down this day was coming.

He cared for her. He held her. He looked after her and put her well-being above his own. She knew part of it was the spell. But if things were changing. Would it be better for her, if she made that first move? Would he respect her more, or less for it?

It was very possible he could read this inner turmoil in those amethyst eyes of hers then. "I'm grateful you are you." It was both a truth and a slight avoidance. Yet since he still held her, she found herself lifting a hand up, and tracing its fingers along a slight scar on his cheek. He'd gotten that against the fog demons. She'd feared for her life at the moment one had swung past the fog seeking to rend her flesh. Korok's shove and smashing punch he delivered seconds later, had literally saved her from a world of hurt.

Noticing his green-skinned shoulders seemed darker in tone, she moved that hand to touch there. Feeling the sheer heat radiating from it. "You might blister, I... let me down, and follow me. Sit, and let me behind you." She'd not yet told him of her fae healing magic. She'd had to keep it secret while they travelled here, or the other elves might well have nigh drained her to save everyone.

As he put her down, she walks leading him off to their couch, bidding him to sit. She scrambled her smaller frame behind him, he'd feel a lot of her bare skin touching him through those trousers there. Before she spoke. "Don't be scared. I'd never hurt you, ever. But, I can heal this..." As her hands lit with an illuminating silver glow which she, if all went to plan, brought against his shoulders, letting her fae-based natural healing infuse into him and soothe the sunburn which while he might not have worried about it. She did.

He'd feel too the care with which she took in those touches. Gently stroking there over his rougher flesh, as if she considered him more than worth the effort of doing it. In her mind he was. She tried to put it out of her mind that her dress rose all the way up and barely kept her modest there. But he was wide of build, and she'd needed to get behind him!

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork could barely keep the disappointment off of his face when Tallulah avoided his question. It wasn't like she owed him anything. She was allowed to have secrets and she certainly didn't have to have the same feelings towards him that he was struggling with towards her...but for some reason, he really wanted to know. It wasn't that her words didn't give him some comfort, and a small smile did curl around his tusks...it was good she liked him as he was, right...right?

Then she had put her hand on his shoulder and he felt a shiver travel from his sunburned skin to the rest of his body. His cousin had helped inspect his wounds before, but tonight it was somehow exciting. Then she told him to let her down and he instantly obeyed, gently depositing her and following her to the couch, though he slipped out of his shirt so she could better treat his sunburn though he wasn’t sure how she would do that as she didn’t appear to have any balm. Still, he dutifully obeyed, letting her slide behind him on the couch. He her bare skin press against his own naked back and sides and he tried to push down the lewd thoughts of being ensnared in her bare legs.

He didn’t answer her when she spoke: of course she would never hurt him. When had she ever done anything to even knowingly make him upset? Unlike the other elf women, she always treated him with respect and kindness. Then he felt her hands and Cork’s breath caught in his throat as her magic healed his burnt skin.

It wasn’t just relief that Cork felt, but rejuvenation. It was as though his skin had been revitalized and the muscles under it had been untorn and refreshened…and her hands kept moving over him. Cork reluctantly let out a moan of pleasure as Tallulah’s soft hands worked themselves over his his taut muscles, bringing him both a feeling of relief and pleasure, as she used her magic to revitalize him.

“This feels incredible, Tally, how are you doing this?” Cork asked, his eyes only half open as the revitalizing magic worked its way through him, renewing and exciting him as her hands continued to caress and stroke his body. Tallulah had always been good to him and he loved her dearly, but right now she was like the goddess of weary souls, descended upon the mortal sphere to grant succor to a devoted believer.

“Panatek,” he chuckled to himself as he thought of his cousin being the divine goddess herself…wait. He had never prayed to a Panatek before and her name was odd, as though it was a foreign tongue. Where has he heard of her before?

he was spared these thoughts as a new sensation rippled through him. His nipples began to harden and his pulse sped up, carrying his blood to extremities other than his lips. He became acutely aware of Tallulah’s breasts pressing against him and the feeling of so much smooth, bare skin wrapped around him. And then his cock began to stir in his pants. It lengthened and stiffened as Tallulah continued to work her magic and stroke his once tired body with her skilled hands. Cork waited for the wave of revulsion to hit him, for him to be punished for thinking of his cousin in a sexual light.

…but it never came. Cork felt some shame that he was becoming aroused at his cousin’s efforts to make him feel better but there was none of the physical reaction he had felt in the past.

“Tally. I feel incredible but maybe you should stop.” He said sheepishly, “I don’t know what you’re doing but having a gorgeous woman touch me like this is making me feel a bit too good, if you know what I mean.”

He tried to laugh it off but then immediately spun around in the couch so fast that he briefly appeared as a green tornado of panicked limbs. He he just said that???!!! He not only had told his cousin to stop something but then admitted she had made him aroused. His face was the epitome of embarrassment as he faced his cousin.

“Tally, I mean, I mean…” he stammered but then his eyes traveled over her, saw her raised up dress and panties, saw her bare legs and realized she was now pressed against the couch and his face was inches away from hers while his cock desperately pushed against the crotch of his pants, trying to burst free.

A memory surfaced, of a remembered conversation.

“Yeah it sounds fishy but imagine if it all works out,” a voice that was familiar to Cork but speaking in a strange tongue, “you come home after a long day and you have a pretty little elf there. She rubs your shoulders, you lay her down and then…well you’ll figure it out when you get older Korok”

He didn’t know where the conversation had come from or who the voice was speaking to but Cork did know that when he had heard it he he had smiled. And looking down at Tallulah, he couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Yes she was his cousin but they lived together, took care of each other, they were like a couple in all ways but one.

Cork sighed, “Tallulah, I would never hurt you. I love you as my cousin and I want you to be happy. I know you said you wanted me to stay as I am, and I’m still Cork. I’m still your cousin who makes sure your breakfast is laid out and loves seeing your paintings..but lately I’ve been wanting to be a part of your happiness. I’m still Cork but I want you to see me as a man like how I see you as a woman.”

Cork held his breath as he waited for her response. He actually wasn’t the first of the young men to admit to being attracted to one of the proper elves. One of the boys, Sugar, had confessed an attraction to his half-sister. Before that, she had been very affectionate to him and the other men. Cork had even seen her as someone he could possibly see as a friend for his cousin…she had ordered him to stand up straight and then she beat him for nearly an hour, forcing him to rise up again and again whenever he fell. When it was over he was exiled to go out to the fog and he never returned the other young men unable to offer aide or disobey the majority of elves who agreed with the decision.

Cork knew Tallulah would never do that to him…but she could still hurt him in other ways. Sending him away to only see her for housework, forbidding him to ever talk with her, he would still have to obey any order. He looked into her eyes as he awaited her response.

 

[Ravishing]

Listening to the sounds he made as she strokes him, letting that magic work through him. She'd never known how strong her fae magic was. Not really. As he asked how she was doing it, he seemed to supply one sort of answer than himself. The fact he knew that word. The elven word for the elven healing goddess.

Not something Tally herself had ever prayed to. No. Her gifts are far more natural and nature-based. She put it to the side and kept attempting to fix things, as she began to realise old hurts were healing. Maybe it would help him with everything the other's made him do.

As he spoke again, unaware of where his thoughts had gone. She found herself blinking as he was suddenly facing her. Her hands landed then on his chest. A bare chest. That stammering voice of his hurt her heart. Surely he knew she wouldn't punish him? Then she listened to him speaking again. His voice is more sure as he spoke. Expressing what came across to her as newly formed thoughts. Thoughts she knew he'd not have had before. She could see the worry in that face, a face she'd felt watch her many a time and speak soothingly as she'd cried at night in the dark about things she never said to him.

Even she had to admit to herself, she'd been having those. Thoughts. But while she'd known he was locked up in that spell, she'd kept it to herself. So much so that she'd never attempted anything that might have soothed that subtle, if sweet torment.

Right now looking up into his face, she felt, drawn to the vulnerability. The openness of everything he'd admitted. Tallulah took a slow chance. Keeping her hands on his chest. She stretched up a little, that rise partly on her knees had her dress covered her panties. But brought her ever closer to his straining cock. As she both gave him a coy, shy, chaste kiss. Then, gradually one hand slid down to rest over his cock within those trousers.

She had no idea if he'd kiss her back, or suddenly rip himself away apologising. Or if he'd lean into the moment as if it was a stolen moment, and press against her and her hand. It could go both ways. However, she knew, no matter what things were going to be changed. At least here in their house.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork took in every last moment as Tallulah reached out with her hand and adjusted herself and then kissed him on the lips. He felt his heart leap in joy as she kissed him. Just knowing that she returned his feelings, even if only a little bit, made him feel relief. Then her hand went down to his crotch and he felt a different, more carnal joy that set his loins aflame and made his manhood swell further. Cork had never been with a woman yet instinct guided him as he let one of right hand wrap itself into her long hair and he leaned in to return her kiss.

There were only four words Cork had left to say to his beloved cousin before he let his baser instincts captain him: "I love you Tally."

He kissed her hungrily, only taking enough care to make sure his tusks did not scrape against her cheeks as his lips met hers with a raw passion. He met her lips and then parted them, moaning as the feelings of lust he had stored up for longer than even he knew burst forth like water tearing through a damn. He broke the kiss, leading a bridge of saliva between their lips. He kept waiting for the revulsion to hit and yet it hadn't. He then looked from Tallulah's face to and traveled down her dress to her hand that was caressing his furious manhood. He released her hair and he quickly squirmed out of his pants, unleashing his large emerald cock. Cork guided Tallulah's hand back to his manhood, though now her small smooth hand was directly touching the shaft of his hardened member which released precum from it's fat mushroom tip onto her.

Cork smiled at Tallulah as more and more animalistic glee filled him. He wanted to share this joy with her, to fill her with the same excitement that even an hour ago he couldn't have imagined, so he kissed her again, this time letting the tip of his tongue tease its way out into her mouth to flick against hers. He moaned and groaned as his lips and tongue met hers again and again aand his cock pulsed in her hand.

He then let both of his hands find the hemline of her dress and began to work it up her body as he kissed her. He wanted to see her nude, he wanted to caress and lick every inch of her and to know her in every way possible. He looked at Tallulah. Did she feel the same way? Did she hunger for him like he did for her? Cork had to know.

 

[Ravishing]

As his hand wrapped up into her hair, a small shiver went through her, lips pressed to his as he kisses her back. Then he broke it and professed his love for her. Those lips parting perhaps to attempt to say something were instead pressed back to his own again. She could feel the tickle of those smaller tusks against her cheeks. Her lips moved against his in return. The slight part of them grew as she felt his tongue touch her lip.

That saliva string between them was something that didn't register. That was his waiting expression. She knew in that moment he was waiting to feel, what the spell had made them all feel, so they wouldn't try anything with any elf. As he released her hair from his grip.

There was another slight shiver there from her. Before his eyes travelled over her, Tal found herself wondering if he liked what he saw. She was curvier than a full-blooded elf. Those curves came from her Fae side, so she figured. Her hand, still rubbing him through those trousers. As he stripped out of them, she'd drawn that hand back.

Only for him to catch it and bring it back to his freed cock. She felt something sticky on her fingers and that mind flickered to a vague conversation her Father attempted to have with her when he thought she'd need it. Sex. Arousal caused that in males. Apparently, it also caused it in males even if they were Orcs.

She initially hadn't been looking up, instead looking down. But she did manage to catch a little of that look of glee on his face. Her hand was slick with that pre-cum stroking down along his manhood there, feeling it twitch a little in response and seem to grow harder.

This next kiss had their tongues meet and she shivered a little there as his tongue moved against her own, she was warmer than he might properly realise. As his hands began pulling that dress up her form she let him. Lifting her hand off his cock as she found she needed to and then she was naked except for those panties.

He could see the sheer paleness of her everywhere. No matter how much or little time Tal spent in the sun, her skin refused to burn or tan. Remaining that pale tone it was now. Her breasts perhaps nearing a d-cup. Perky, with a more delicate nipple that was hard. Very slowly she took a hand of his, seeking to bring it against her breast. While his other she held for a second, then seemed to blink. "..I love you, too.." She couldn't bring herself to say the name which wasn't his proper one.

Carefully she eased his fingers under her wisp of panties, he'd find however she was smooth there, lacking hair. "...you can touch me, but maybe a bed would be easier, that the couch...?" A questioning tone.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork looked at Tal's mostly nude form and the sight gave him pause. It was as though he had been born blind and had his sight restored as the sun rose over a gorgeous meadow. His eyes drank in every curve and traveled along the swell of her magnificent breasts to her inviting areola. Cork had always thought Talulah was prettier than the other women but he could never fathom how much until right now. Whereas the other elf women were lean and almost scrawny despite the abundance of food and their features tended to be more angular, which made even their smiles seem more like scowls, Tallulah was curvy and her face elicited a warmth that practically beamed from her. It was as though Cork were appreciating a work of art and not his beloved cousin who mere minutes before was taking about the laundry.

Cork looked at his hands and thought of how he contrasted. Her pale skin was smooth and immaculate while his tanned green skin was rough, scar laden and calloused. Her hair was long and silky while his was short and coarse. He was large enough that he was sure he could lay down over her and she would be completely concealed. She didn't have his tusk which could slash through flesh. It almost felt wrong for him to be doing this.

...and yet, it was Tallulah's hands that guided his back to her body, to take hold of her breast and then to guide his other hand down to slip under her panties and feel her smooth mound and rub against her womanhood. It was Tallulah who said she loved him, even if she didn't add his name. She wanted him to continue and Cork was more than happy to oblige. When she suggested they move to a bed, Cork nodded and rose from the couch, cradling his cousin to him like she was a blushing bride.

As Cork carried Tallulah, his furious erection bouncing against the cheeks of her buttocks, he felt another memory emerge: Voices that were both familiar and yet unknown emerged, one sounding like an older man while the other was a warm and effeminate.

"Well, we don't know when a good time might be so we figured we'd get the talk in right now." The man said.

"Now?!! a bewildered voice asked.

"Hey this is important," the woman said with a laugh, "Any 0&% (the word was distorted and trying to focus on it hurt) who is a real man needs to know how to please a woman he loves." She said with a laugh followed by the sound of a loud crack as though a great blow had been struck against a large animal.

"It's not hard, the man said with a strained chuckle, "Rule of thumb is: Unless she says otherwise and you've worked out what you both want: the lady always comes first. You make her happy then you take care of yourself and you never leave her unsatisfied...the rest you'll figure out."

The memory stopped as Cork faced the decision of which bedroom to take his cousin to. Initially he thought of taking her to his bedroom so she could retreat to her own if she wanted to stop...but thinking on the advice from the memory, Cork instead went to Tallulah's where he laid her down on her soft mattress and slid off her panties, finallyleaving them both completely naked.

Cork kissed her on the lips and then buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing and suckling on her flesh before he began to work his way down her body with trail of kisses as his left hand continued to rub against her sex. He reached her nipples and began to suckle on them like a thirsty babe. He then broke his ministrations and looked Tallulah in her amethyst eyes as he spoke in a tone that was almost a growl.


"Tell me what you want Tally, tell me what will make you happy and make you moan in pleasure."

 

[Ravishing]

As he scoops her up and carried her as if she was precious to him, she allowed her thoughts to drift to her talk. It had much more been her Father briefly telling her, that a man took his cock, sliding it into her vagina. That if she was a virgin, it'd probably hurt. He'd fumbled a LOT on those words, using clinical terms, and a quiet firmness to speak. Honestly, he really had not told Tallulah much as all except that it'd hurt, and what should go where. The elf had never dreamed in a million Sundays that his Daughter might end up nude with an Orc of all things.

Even as those brief words said flickered in her mind she felt that slick mushroom head brushing her ass as he carried her. When he seemed to finally choose and walk into her room she found herself blushing. Laid on that bed, atop the sheet. She watched him slide her panties down.

Kissing him back, and then feeling lips to her throat for the first time. That curvy youthful form arches a little, especially once his hand went back to between her thighs. Thighs which as he strokes her pussy, spread willingly to let him continue touching her.

One hand seeking to tease through his courser hair, feeling that shortness and smiling a little about it. When those rougher lips found her nipples a soft pleased moan left her and she drew in a deeper breath.

At least her body was perhaps far better designed to accept him, those womanly hips, the shape of her half-fae form lending her to something less fragile. As his finger found her lower pussy lips, she gasped. Listening to his want. "...I've never had sex.." That much should have been obvious. "...but I was told it'll probably hurt...I'm going to guess here... it might hurt less if you, take a finger and push it slow in my pussy there your touching..."

Her voice had a tremble to it and she was blushing hard about speaking so openly. Yet, it was what Korok had asked her. To tell him what would make her happy. "I think I need to be a lot wetter, and you might need to, work in two fingers.. but slowly after I've experienced one for a while. So you can try and make it easier, for when you push your cock inside me there."

Those legs widened, and she bent her knees, feet flat on the bed. In an attempt to, help him there with this. She knew he'd need to fit between her spread legs, and Korok was rather muscled. He'd matured into those muscles. Even if for an Orc, he might be a touch leaner than older Orcs, who'd matured before the Fog and Demons.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork heard his cousin's words, watched her blush, and witnessed her body contort to accept him and was filled with a mix of emotions. He felt a degree of trepidation as Tallulah told him she expected it would hurt: while Cork had also never had sex before he had observed it when he was helping to take care of livestock and he knew some of the young men had engaged in it when they were able to sneak away at night, and some had even whispered to seeing some of the elf women engaging in it, though none would watch or admit to watching them and pain never seemed to be present in their accounts yet she seemed nervous and scared, despite also moving her body so she might better accept him. As he finished kissing a path down her belly, He found himself face to face with her sex and he could see how it could hurt. Even one finger seemed like it would give her a good stretch, let alone his much thicker cock.

Yet this also filled Cork with pride. Despite her nervousness, Tallulah trusted him to take care of her with her first time and despite her fears of the possible pain, the way her body reacted showed she wanted to feel the pleasure that Cork was desperate to feel as well. Cork would get to be the one to show her what sex really meant as he was learning about it himself and that filled him with excitement.

Finally, Cork felt a more wicked glee upon seeing Tallulah's nervousness and vulnerability. Cork wasn't sure where the feeling came from, it wasn't that he wanted to hurt Tallulah and he normally would never even want to see her scared...but knowing he had so much control over the experience felt wonderfully wicked. If he wanted he could just take his hard cock and force it into Tallulah, claiming her as his woman in a bestial act of dominance. Of course Cork wouldn't do that, and the fact he even had these thoughts scared yet also intrigued him. He thought of the memory he had and the love he had for Tallulah and it steadied his course to do what he could to make her first time as pleasurable as possible...but maybe another time he could try being a bit more dominant.

Cork looked at Tallulah's mound and gave it a kiss, letting the lips from his face greet the lower lips of her labia, before he began to lick between their folds and slide up her slit, and up to her clit, which, Cork finding curious, he began to balance on the tip of his tongue and then steadily lick. Tallulah had a flavor that was intoxicating to the young man. he almost found himself forgetting himself for a moment as the tasted of her nectar was teased out by his tongue.

"Your pussy is so sweet, Tally." He moaned as he finally lifted his head away and extended his left index finger which he slid into his mouth. Tallulah was wet but it wouldn't hurt to add what lubricant he could, "I want you to enjoy this Tally, so please tell me what will make you feel good," He licked her again and focused his tongue on her clit, "Do you like this Tally?" He sped up his tongue and slid his index finger in as he did so, hoping his tongue would loosen her to better accomodate him. He pushed his finger in, slowly but surely working it in down to the knuckle. He drew it back out to the tip, then pressed it back in, slowly building up a tempo inside of her. "How does my finger feel Tally, how does it feel to have my finger in your pussy?"


Cork was a bit surprised at himself. He had never even swore around his cousin and now he was saying "pussy.” But he didn't stop there, "Tell me when you want my second finger Tally. Tell me when you want more."

 

[Ravishing]

All his gazing at her pussy, both made her blush more, but also excited her, and made her wonder what he thought of it. That first kiss he laid upon those labia of hers, had her tremble. Not because she feared what he'd do, but because it felt so very good. As she felt his tongue lick between and up, she found her toes curling a little and a slight lift with her hips into it. Hands grabbing sheet under them.

Lips parting and a soft moan of pleasure left her. As he licked her, and licked some more. That tongue which was tasting her sweetest juices began to feel more of that leaking out over his tongue. As he used a finger to take was was outside and pop it into his mouth, telling her how he tasted. She found herself blushing a little more. As he asked her to tell him if she liked it, a trembling voice which was peppered with lust said. "..I like how it feels with the licking, it felt really, really good, made me tingle." Then as his tongue focused on her clit, that pleasure spiked up some. "Oh.." A louder gasp out of her that was certainly a pleasure, not pain. "..right there feels... gods .. so so nice..."

As he sped up the licking, his critique was more a succession of squirms of her hips, lifting against it, which as he pushed his finger into her at the same time, he found it slid smoother into her the second time. "Yes... keep doing that... finger my pussy... lick that spot.." She'd never yet learned the word for there, her Father certainly hadn't been forthcoming, and losing her mother so young, the other Elves certainly hadn't taken her to the side and gone. That's your clit.

"I really like it..." He might be able to tell her pussy really must like it too, it began feeling much, much wetter in there. His finger was no doubt moving quicker as he felt that increase in lubrication inside her. Sometimes his tongue might lick some up and use it to taste but also aid his licking of that clit.

"..maybe uh, try sucking my clit. Like we do those sweeter berries?" She lustily murmured. Leading, for just a moment. She was intensely curious about how it would feel. And then, "...pull your finger out, and push two inside me. I think I'm, wet enough inside. Please?" Her tone softly pleaded for him there to do it.

As he did it, he'd find, while she had stretched to accommodate one, that initial push she felt tight, so deliciously tight about both fingers. He did hear a gasp out of her as he did it. But he'd perhaps figure out her half-breed body was certainly better designed with sex in mind. Especially perhaps for sex with him? That pussy grew wetter as Tally's hips began lifting them into it.

Those moans got louder, her hands came to grip the sheets. "...yes, oh yes ... it feels wonderful..." And after a brief little pause of her groaning, he might just feel those inner muscles clinging and twitching against his two fingers, "..take your fingers out... and get over me, grip your cock, and make sure the head fits against my hole there which is all slick, then push forwards slow till the head is in... take your hand away, and go steady... I think..." She was guiding him forth just as she'd felt him use his fingers on her pussy.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork did each task dutifully and fell more and more in love and lust with Tallulah. Each moan and pant merged together to create a symphony that brought Cork's erection to its full hardened length and sent a bolt of electric fire through his nerves. In between ministering to his cousin's clit and fucking her with his fingers, Cork looked up and saw her body writhe and her gorgeous breasts sway from his efforts and he was almost overcome with the gorgeous sight. It was as though he was watching a nymph of love and beauty dance before him. The young man was almost overcome by everything he was experiencing yet it also excited him and spurned him on.

Then Tallulah asked him to take his cock and enter her. Cork nodded and then climbed onto the bed without a word. He looked at his fingers which were still slick from Tallulah's pussy and slid them into his mouth, licking them clean as he gazed down once more at Tallulah's gorgeous body. His cock still looked so big that he was tempted to call things off but he also knew he would forever regret it if he did stop. What's more: Tallulah and him had always put their trust in each other. Even tonight Tallulah was trusting him not to hurt her and Cork was trusting her to tell him what he needed to know to make her feel good. If he stopped, he would be spitting on the trust Tallulah had shown him. So he took hold of his manhood in his hand and guided his fat tip to her slit. He didn't immediately penetrate her: instead he ran the pre-cum covered tip up and down the length of her slit, baptizing it the young elf's nectar. Cork then leaned down and kissed Tallulah once more as he pressed his hips forward and brought his cock into his cousin.

Cork was overcome as he entered her. his fingers had been sore from combating Tallulah's tightness but that could not even begin to prepare him for the exquisite pleasure as his shaft was enveloped by her womanhood. He went slow, both for Tallulah's benefit as well as his own. Cork couldn't recall ever feeling this type of pleasure from his cock and now he was moaning in pleasure from even this gentle motion. He pressing forward till his cock was in about as far as his fingers had reached and pulled back, another gentle moan escaping his lips as the underside of the ridge of his cock was pulled back.

"Tally?" He asked as he began to thrust again, "how does it feel? Are you doing okay?" He thrust faster this time but kept the same length, only getting about a half of his shaft slick, "I want to go deeper Tally, is that okay?" He kept thrusting as he waited for her response and wrapped his arms around her as he sped up, shaking the bed with each thrust, "Hold me Tally, let me feel what you're feeling. He requested. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him. To become one with her as they mated

 

[Ravishing]

Tallulah found herself trembling with each thing Korok did to her. Sweet moans from between those lips time and time again. One hand gripping the sheet and twisting in it as he'd added two fingers and sucked her clit. Panting hard. Yet her thoughts were a mix of lust and budding feelings for him. Caring, hints of love, certainly lust, but affection and trust, and loyalty.

As she watched him through a haze of pleasure lick those fingers clean she twitched a little. As she felt that fat mushroom head run up and down between her labia, feeling the way it was so warm, so hard. Then he kissed her and Tally pressed her lips to his, parting them to kiss him. The gasp as his fat head slid inside her felt nigh on surreal. There was a mild pinch as it happened, a second's worth of pain. A hint of blood from it all that was mixed into her juices which coated that thick cock as he pressed it in. That tight virgin pussy, virginal no more as it stretched to accept it. His slowness helped a lot in that adjustment.

During this at moment she was gripping the sheets with both hands, as he pulled back she moaned. Just to groan louder as his cock was pushed, partly into her again. Gods it felt huge. "...really... big... and warm..." Tally initially answered Korok's questions about her. That faster thrust had her gently lift into it a bit, each thrust after it made the whole moment feel better. Slender arms seeking to wrap around him then, as he asked. With his question about more, she nodded. Then licked her lips. "...please.. push it all inside my pussy... I think I can take it... but once it's there hold for just a second.. then start moving..."

She felt him slowly push his entire thick green cock inside her, those inner muscles gripping it tight, stretching about it. He felt it bottom out within her, as he hit her cervix with that thick mushroom head. Tally moving with him, as perhaps he paused, she gave a little squirm of her hips. Feeling just how huge within her he was, how much he filled her up inside and then she rocked those hips back and pressed herself harder up against him. Those breasts he so admired quivering against his muscled chest, squished between them. It was then she said, "..move now... oh please.." He may easily read the sheer pleasure on her face, her want, not her need for him to fuck her at this moment. Tallulah was clearly wanting him to mate with her. All her testing little movements he would discover had let her pussy adjust to him that next thrust .. went so much easier because she was so much wetter inside.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork felt Tallulah press against him and work her hips against him to drive him deeper and deeper within her. Cork felt pleasure of course, the way her muscles squeezed and milked him was overwhelming him with pleasure to the point he had to remind himself to breath, but he felt accepted and desired by the gorgeous woman he was entangled with, as though she wanted all of him...just like he wanted all of her. His hips repositioned and he drove himself in deeper and faster. He held her tenderly in his arms an kissed her warmly but he no longer held back. Soon the duet of their moans and squeals was joined by thwacking of Cork's scrotum against Tallulah. Cork wanted to give his beloved cousin all of him, he wanted to feel her pleasure as he climaxed, he wanted to know what her face looked like as he claimed her as his mate and woman.

"Mate." Cork had normally only used the term for animals...yet it felt right. He kissed her again, looked at her hands gripping the sheet, and felt her hips try to desperately match his lightning tempo. The other elves talked of lovers, of fiancés and husbands..yet the terms felt superficial. Of course he loved Tallulah, if she called him her lover it would warm his heart...yet as he drove his cock deep within her he felt the most connected to her. If mating brought them this much pleasure, why shouldn't they be called mates? Yes, Tallulah was his mate, the woman he most cherished and the one he would do anything for. The one he wanted and would spend his life with. It was almost instinctual. Despite these feelings of carnal lust only being in his head recently it felt so natural.

Cork felt the pleasure from his cock start to peak and felt his scrotum draw in. As inexperienced as he was, Cork knew what was coming next. He knew the risks as well yet as he felt Tallulah still work herself into each thrust, he knew he couldn't stop. He wanted to give her all of him, so instead of pulling away, he moved one hand down and grabbed Tallulah's hip, stopping her as he thrust so he could milk his cock as he felt the pleasure go over the edge and his head swelled as his first load burst forth from his cock and shot against her cervix. Rope after rope of cum shot forth, the product of months of unfulfilled desire. his whole body quivered and he unleashed a near roar of pleasure as his explosive climax travelled from his manhood to his nervous system, making him overcome with pleasure.

Cork again buried his nis face in Tallulah's neck and sucked and nibbled on her nape as kept thrusting through his climax, releasing her hip but continuing to ride her, even as the head of his cock became extra sensitive and his shaft began to slowly shrink back. Cork only didn't kiss Tallulah on the lips as he wanted to hear her, to be able to tend to her and know how she was feeling.

"Tally," he finally whispered, "that was incredible. I never knew anything could be so wonderful. I love you so much." His hips slowed as his penis softened and became at rest. As his cock shrunk back, he felt his excess sperm flow back and out of her vagina, "Did I do okay? It didn't hurt too bad, did it?" He asked with a grin.

 

[Ravishing]

Tally heard the word and understood it immediately. She'd heard it briefly used by the f---. An instant skip in her thoughts past that after Korok came to grip her hip and thrust deeper into her, that thick mushroom head pressed right against her cervix. She felt instantly the way the head swelled then the entire cock seemed to expand a little, then throb in waves inside her. Even though he held her from moving the pleasure of it was intense. That still-so-snug pussy gripped his cock firmly, as her own orgasm hit almost at the same time.

His having triggered hers, thus there was a spasming of her inner muscles about his cock, which just helped milk all that cum out of him and inside her. As juices mingled with his own, inside her. When he finally released her hip, she found herself grinding against him soft, slow, drawing out that pleasure that flowed through her in waves. He'd be hearing her pleasure, loudly, all those lusty yet loving moans leaving her with each rolling wave of her orgasm. Till she was panting and sweaty under him. Watching him tell her how he'd found it to be, and asking if he did good.

He'd find she smiles then, even as perhaps the bed and sheets under Tally's ass got really soaked by their mixed juices leaving her. "...it was incredible... it hurt for a little moment, but then began feeling really wonderful." A few moments were spent trying to control her breathing again then. "...you did wonderful.."

Mate. She really had to say something to that. But she found herself realising. If she said anything confirming it. Due to the bond, she knew it would cement between them in his mind. Could she agree to it, tell him, yes, she was his mate now? Without, telling him what her Father, the other Elves, had done to him and his people.

"...I love you too. We, are mated." Using his term, to see if it sparked anything in his mind. She was positive things were definitely breaking down within him. "..I don't want to ruin this. Us. But, there are things, I think I need to try and work out how to say. I don't know if you'll believe me... I don't know how you'll react." She was sure even as she said this much, that he might be watching her uncertainly.

"But remember, I've protected you." It wasn't quite word for word what she'd said to him those few years back. Words that had stuck with him. That she, Tallulah would protect him. "...Your name is Korok. Cork, is something I heard you called, affectionately, when you were being stubborn. I, used it, to give you that tie. I -needed- you to have some sort of tie." Tally's expression mixed, there was love there and also shame there. She might never have wanted to do it, but she'd been told to do it, say the spell, bond with the Orc, or be left behind, that it wouldn't matter who her Father was. Didn't she want to prove to her Father she wasn't some weak half-breed who had no use? That had been the final words to her from one of the other Elder-elven men who organised the handing out of the scrolls and components. Part of her had known her Father didn't see her this way, but with how even he'd become so driven and needful for this to work. To save the Elves!

Would it spark for him the same memory it did her?

When his own Father had nudged him and due to the way the Orc's thought this was working. That they'd be themselves, that those unmated Orcs would be able to choose either an Orc female or un-wed Elf. That for the survival of both the two people would be intermingling. That it would work the same for the elven men.

The elves had, had to say something to bring the two so vastly different peoples together. Nevermind the fact the Fog and demons within had been shoving them closer and closer together until it had become obvious. Deception had been needed. To keep the peace until the Elves had their scrolls and components.

Korok had been set to stand in front of the smaller halfbreed, their eyes had met and she'd given him a hesitant smile in that moment. He might have mistaken her worried expression and shy seeming quieter nature to mean she too had never been mated and that they'd been paired up. It could even be why he'd initially held her hand, not knowing or realising touch was needed to bond them. The Orcs played right into that part of the spell. Playing up on their want to protect something they saw as soon to be theirs.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Cork looked at Tallulah, the gorgeous woman who was now his mate. He listened to her words...and just smiled. He kissed her and rolled over with her so she was on top of him.

"I know you've protected me Tally, otherwise I wouldn't be here." he said with a sly smile, "You've always been there for me just like I've always been there for you...and like I always will be." While it could have been that Cork was simply overjoyed from his post-coital bliss, it was more like there was something deflecting him when he tried to think too hard about what Tallulah was saying. However..."Korok? ...Korok." He juggled the word around in his mind. It wasn't the first time today he had heard that name. The memory before had said that name, so if he was Korok that would make sense...but why hadn't he remembered but Tallulah had? And an emotional tie? what was Tallulah talking about? He tried to thnk back to when he met Tallulah. He thought back to her promising to protect him, him holding her hand and picking her up to carry her: all the same material he had seen a hundred times before. But as he focused on it, his memory started to go back further. Tallulah was reciting something with tears in her eyes. He couldn't remember the words but she had seemed hurt. He thought back further. He remembered seeing her when he walked into her room, being completely transfixed by her beauty and feeling that she would be a perfect mate for him...capable of keeping up with his needs and bearing him children, he remembered holding her hand to introduce himself.

But then things went further:

"Korok, I wish this could have happened during happier times but I think you'll be happy with the woman we found for you. She's a gentle sort so you're going to need to be extra careful with her." An older, more mature voice said, the memories being limited to voices and half-remembered tactile sensations, "Way I hear it, she's had a pretty rough life, so remember what i said: make her happy...Don't just go pouncing on her when you see her."

"Dad!" Korok had blurted out, eliciting a laugh from the other voice, who apparentally was his father.

"What? Just cause I'm your father doesn't mean that I can't appreciate a gorgeous woman?" He let out hearty laugh and Korok felt warm and happy, "She is a looker though: don't get me wrong most elf women are beautiful but I'd be worried about breaking one in half just from hugging them, your girl though, she's got some curves and looks like she could take a ride as good as any $%& woman! If i was half my age I would probably be inviting her to be part of the harem but I guess I'll pass the chance on to you young bucks."

"Gee...thanks." Korok replied with a groan, "So the plan is for me to meet her, join the March with you, mom and #$*^&?"

"No." His father's voice became pensive, "Your mom is going to be going with the orc women and the elf men along a second path. They want to try and do a last pass for other survivors and see if they can find some artifacts that might bring this to an end or at least make that bastion more secure. Me and the old guard will be defending the rear."

"Dad?" Korok's voice cracked and he felt a large hand on his shoulder.

"Korok, don't you dare cry. You're going to be meeting your mate in a second. She is going to be the mother of your children and she is likely aready scared to death. Until you two are safe in your home in that safe bastion, you cannot cry. Do you understand me?" His father's voice was shaking..."Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Korok, this is my last lesson to you. A man's duty is first to his matriach, then to his family, then to himself. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't go and protect you all." Korok felt a strong embrace, "Make her happy and have lots of grandchildren. Your mother always wanted a large family."

"Okay," Korok replied, sucking his tears and snot back in, "But you better live so you can help me and my mate with them."

"Having to care for babies again? I think I'd rather take on the entire fog." His father said, forcing a laugh through his tears, "But okay, I expect at two armfuls of little half-orcs by the time i get back...Goodbye son." Korok felt a push and was in front of the curtain he would push aside and meet Tallulah.

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Cork...or rather Korok, came back to the moment and he looked into Tallulah's eyes. He thought of what his father said and for the first time in years, he began to cry. His whole body shuddered as he wailed over a loss that he still only barely remembered. Traumas both remembered and forgotten forced their way out of his tear ducts and down his cheeks. He held Tallulah tight as he wept and wept, stroking his mate's hair. When he finally stopped, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse.

"Tallulah, I'm sorry, I just remembered something. I think I remembered the last time I saw my dad. That's what it was, wasn't it? I must have been so upset that I forgot what happened, even my own name? Right? So you called me Cork because I forgot and was being stubborn cause I was so upset, right, right?" Korok's mind raced, as though it was quickly barricading something far more terrible from coming to light by coming up with quick rationalizations, "I'm sorry to be crying so much, you were trying to do something nice by telling me the truth and now i'm just scatterbrained. Sorry, I know you protect me, i know you love me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Korok felt something going wrong with him. it was as though he was coming apart as conflicts started to come to light. Tallulah was his cousin...but his father had spoken of it like and arranged marriage. What was a matriarch? what were those words he couldn't focus on. On top of that, he felt the revulsion that he used to feel when he thought lewd thoughts about Tallulah. Nothing made sense and everything was hurting.

 

[Ravishing]

Hearing and seeing him breaking apart she could only imagine the effects the spell might have even as she worriedly sought to use the skill he taught her to roll them. So they were side by side and she could draw his head in against her breasts. Feeling his strong arms wrapping about her Tally made shushing noises one might make to soothe someone.

As he began to speak, she felt worse. She knew, knew, she'd caused this hurt to be remembered. As he spoke of why he'd forgotten it, she wordlessly kissed his cheeks, kissing those tears running down them away one by one.

His hand was in her hair, even as she was stroking his shorter courser hair with her hand in a soothing manner. "You are allowed to be scatterbrained, Korok..." This name is tentatively used before she kisses his forehead. "I still love you, Cork." Perhaps affectionately using it as if he'd indeed been a bit scattered and 'forgotten'. It was lying, and yet, not lying to him. It wasn't his fault he forgot.

"I still will protect you, as best I can... I know it's going to be difficult. I know you may not understand it all, now. But in time, it will make sense to you." It would make sense and he might look at her differently.

"Just remember. I am yours. You are mine. This is a choice we made today. Alright?" This was to cement up the fact they'd chosen to have sex, that he'd chosen to call her his mate. "Even if it never happens again. I'm here for -you-." She emphasized it to him, hoping that in time once his brain safely remembered more. He'd realise. Despite her being the catalyst to helping him remember more, she'd tried to do it gently... to not hurt him all at once.

She didn't know if for any of this, he'd come to hate her. Part of her knew if he came to hate her, she'd still not want to leave him alone.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

It took some time for the conflict in Korok's mind to finally subside. He felt Tallulah at his side and he held on to her gentle words like a lifeline. His tears finally stopped and his breathing slowed till he was finally calm again. Through his bloodshot eyes he looked at his mate and he put on a smile. "You always are there for me, aren't you?" he rubbed her back gently, "Thank you Tally."

He bit his bottom lip and then he continued, "Tally, I'll be honest: I do have more questions...and I think I already know the answer to some of them." He paused, "we're not actually cousins, are we?" He quickly held up hand, "not that it's a bad thing-in fact it's actually a good thing considering what we did tonight...but when I remembered meeting you, it wasn't me meeting my cousin, it was meeting the woman who was going to be my mate." He put his hand back down on Tallulah's arm and gently stroked it, "One thing I can say Tallulah, is from the moment i met you, I knew you were the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life...and no matter what I learn or remember, that won't change. I love you and I don't have a home without you. I want to have a family with you. I'm still not sure who I am as Korok but my love for you will never change."

"But I have a favor to ask." Korok said, looking pensively, "For tonight, can I just be Cork? We're still mates but I want to show my gratitude for you and take care of you like I always have. We still haven't had dinner and I haven't gotten to see your painting." He chuckled, "And I think we definitely need to take a bath."

"Tomorrow I'll be Korok and I'll have plenty of questions but I want to try and celebrate us becoming mates."

 

[Ravishing]

She held him through that internal conflict, soothing him with her voice and those softer sounds. Hand still stroking his hair and his back. until he finally began voicing his mind. Listening to him she nodded. Then smiled at his thank you. A part of her lips a few times as he continued on, but she stopped herself, not only with inner will but due to the time he prompted her to be quiet.

As he spoke those last words to her, Tally smiled again. She sought to softly kiss him expressing her heart to him with that kiss. Breaking it only because she needed to speak. "You are right, we aren't cousins." That much she would give him tonight. She felt that affirmation of his thoughts on them, fit. It was needed to allow them to enjoy tonight.

"Okay. Tonight, we celebrate, and care for each other." She insisted softly to him. "Not just you showing it to me. But me showing you." In that spirit, she moved then to find his clothing. Thus he saw his mate's curvy frame walking out of that room of her's and returning with his trousers and such. Offering it to him with a coy little grin. Before once he accepted it she put on the dress she'd brought with her. No underwear, just the dress.

She offered her hand to him once he was dressed. "Let's go prepare a meal together." He'd find once they were in that kitchen she would help him prepare something that was both her salads and nuts, but also his love of meats. Something that even as he cut a small outer slice off the roasting meat, she tried it. Right from the offered fork by his hand.

It might be then he learned something new about his Mate. Tally gave an appreciative sound and smiled. "I think, I'll actually have some of that with my salad." While an Elf might indeed subsist off various different things, a Fae would if given the chance actually eat all various kinds of meats. She'd grown used to the way her Father had made meals, and Korok had heard enough about how the elves ate to prepare her the same way. Until now she'd never actually had a chance to learn if she liked it. But it would perhaps be helpful to her going forwards if she did!

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Korok watched Tally sashay out of the room, his eyes glued to her shapely behind. Had he really slept with such a gorgeous woman? He was almost disappointed when she came back with their clothes. However, he felt a much greater joy as they went into the kitchen and teamed up to make dinner. Normally the two would take turns with meals yet here they were, working in tandem to make a meal. Korok took the time to start the cake and mixed the frosting as Tally finished up the salad.

Korok was surprised when Tally wanted to try the meat. He had always thought Tallulah was a vegetarian. Yet when he saw her eat the meat, she seemed to enjoy it! Korok watched her eat it and a smile formed on his lips.

"I had no idea that you could eat meat, Tally!" He held up a finger, "wait just a moment. If you're wanting to try some meat, then let me get something a bit special." He bolted to the smokehouse and quickly found the sausage links. He broke off a hearty sausage and a small jar. He then heated it up in a pan and poured the jar's contents, a hearty sauce that had a strong spicy aroma. He put it on a plate with the sauce and then hurried it back to the table with an almost child-like glee.

"Here! I only get to make this occasionally but I've always wanted to share it with someone since Abyss taught me how to make it: my own special sausage blend and homemade sauce." He sliced a healthy slice off, dipped it in the sauce and held it out to his Mate. With his free hand, he took the bottle of wine and poured it into two goblets as they lacked flutes.

 

[Ravishing]

The fact he made a cake while other things cooked slowly surprised her. As he rushed off, she found herself curiously awaiting his return. As he came back, the halfbreed leaned there watching him prepare that sausage link as if it held a special place for him. Moving everything else to the table, and sitting she looked at the specially selected sausage and sauce to try.

A blush hit her cheeks as he totally cut her a piece off and offered it to her. Thus, Tally found herself leaning in to wrap her lips around it and chew slowly. Those eyes closed as she debated it and came to smile. "That was really delicious, Cork." Sticking to the earlier agreement that tonight he was Cork.

She took a moment to add a little salad to a fork a slice of that sausage and drenched it in that sauce, a hand under the fork as she offered it to him. Lips curved into a playful grin. As she waited to see if he'd accept it. Honestly, she had to at least admit this much to herself. The way they'd cooked together, felt better for her. Instead of them separately doing things. It lets them have extra time together. "We, should try and cook together as often as we're able. It's... better. I enjoy it more, sharing a kitchen with you in it.

Once he'd had the bite off her fork, she lifted up one wine glass to take a small sip, before she offered that same glass to him, for him to have some from it. "...and I can eat meat, I just didn't want to trouble you... you do so much when out at the village proper with everyone else, then rush home and do far more..."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Korok nodded as Tallulah spoke of wanting to cook more together, "I'd like that as well. I love getting to help you and take care of you but working together with you feels a whole lot better." He reflected on this. It was odd: he'd spent years putting her needs before his and it had felt right and even rewarding but working with Tallulah and having a frank conversation felt even better. Perhaps it was because they were mates, or perhaps it was something else, the young man wasn't sure.

He sipped from her wine, cheekily rotating the goblet so his lips pressed against the same parts that hers had been perched against, receiving an indirect kiss from her. He then rotated it back and winked at her.

"It's no trouble." He said as she spoke about the meat, "I've been dying to let someone else try it and Abyss and the others can't get away from work...and they don't like us taking lunch breaks," he added softly, not wanting to spoil the mood, "and I like helping around the house...but I see your point." He thought for a moment. He really enjoyed having this conversation with his mate. It was as though a certain barrier had been lifted. He wanted to spend more time with Tally like this, not just wondering what she would need next, "Well, we have plenty of supplies and unlike last year when the house was still being finished, there's nothing major to do so after the harvest next week, I'll be home all the time and I'll be able to just be with you." He put his hand on her shoulder, "This might sound strange since we've been together for so long I really want to get to know you better and I want you to know more about me."

An idea struck him, "Actually, I should be able to be done a bit early tomorrow and then the next day is a day of rest before the harvest. What if we went somewhere together? Some of the guys have been noticing the fog has been retreating lately and there's a spot that opened up in the woods around the town. We could take the tent and your art supplies and we could go on a camping trip like a small..." he had only heard the word while he was visiting Refuse and his aunt had been going on and on about her wedding plans, "honeymoon."

 

[Ravishing]

Tally smiles as he agrees with her remark on their spending time cooking together. Accepting the goblet back and a small little grin at how he'd drunk from it. She knew all about how the other elves didn't like the Orcs taking breaks, even if it was for food. She tried not to frown about it, putting that, part away for tomorrow.

She'd today done more than she usually had. In this moment she tried not to think too hard about the fact she'd let him do so much about the house once it had been finished. But then she remembered the times she'd tried to when he was home. Before things began breaking down he'd always taken her hands lightly from whatever it was and finished it wordlessly himself.

"I... like that perhaps now I can finally make it easier on you, and do things with you when we have the time together more. That's something you didn't perhaps know. I don't think I could say it before. I want it more equal between us. Each of us doing things. Separate or together. Not, you handling it all. I'm, your mate. We should share it."

She hoped her reasoning made him smile in the end. "I'd like, no, love to go somewhere just with you, for a few hours. What if when you are home tomorrow, we go then? Spend a night and most of the day somewhere, just us.. a honeymoon. Then return home here, before dark, have a meal, bathe again, and ... fall asleep together, again."

He might perhaps at that moment realise. Tonight he'd be ending up with her with him. They'd be together, not her elsewhere and him alone. She just hoped he might not realise, that while he'd be working tomorrow, she'd be organising everything for their honeymoon. So when he got back to her, they could simply go.

A lift of her glass to sip from it slowly and a feel of that warmth flowed through her. Another moment of her making up another forkful of food and seeking to share it with him. It hadn't mattered as each talked, in turn, they'd been eating. Right now in this very second she wanted him to know, she cared. So, she offered him food again from her plate.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Korok was about to protest that he had let her do a fair share of the work, but as he thought on it, he had always put more of the work on himself.

"Okay, we'll be equal partners from now on." He replied with a smile.

"I'd like, no, love to go somewhere just with you, for a few hours. What if when you are home tomorrow, we go then? Spend a night and most of the day somewhere, just us.. a honeymoon. Then return home here, before dark, have a meal, bathe again, and ... fall asleep together, again."
Korok smiled...and then his eyes widened as realization hit him. They were mates now. they would be sleeping in the same bed from now on and waking up in each other's arms...and that new norm would start tonight. It took him so long to accept this new reality that Tallulah's fork almost seemed to appear right in front of his face. He quickly shook his face to attention and took a bite with great gusto. Korok liked vegetables but during the march they had been in short supply, so he had always made sure Tallulah got them first. This had become a habit to the point he always made sure she got the freshest produce, even after the march was long over.

"Mmm! Delicious!" He picked up a forkful of his own meal and placed it in front of her mouth, smiling as she ate from his fork, "Though I have to say, I don't think either of our meals compare to your taste." he said slyly, thinking of the taste of her tongue and the nectar that he had drawn out from her pussy. He was about to make another lewd joke when he smelled that the cake was done.

He rushed over to the stove and removed the pans. he had never tried to make cake but it seemed baked thoroughly and spongy. It was chocolate, something that the older elves had been excited for and set the men to cultivate but Korok had never tried it before. He then took the "frosting" and spread it over in beteween the two layers, like Abyss' instructions, and then covered the entire cake.

"Well, I think it looks good but Abyss's instructions said we should let it cool." He looked in the frosting bowl and noticed that there was a sizeable amount left. He held up the spoon, "Would you like to try this while we wait?"