Kingdom Besieged (closed for dryfter)

[dryfter]

“Please, Myria…. Don’t do this….”

Bjorn watched in silence at the display. Two women, nubile bodies pressed tightly together as they wrestled and struggled for dominance. Yet he knew before it started who would win. Sylvannia's lush and soft flesh had no choice but to yield before Myria's battle hardened frame. For a moment, he worried about her latest battle scar...the one he himself had helped to heal. But if the younger sister had noticed the newest mark of injury, she didn't test its healing at all. Soon enough, the blonde elf's wrists were tightly bound, and to the most unlikely of things. The barbarian whistled softly in appreciation. He would never have thought of tying her to the tub itself.

"Do you understand now? Your sister serves me. Completely. So will you, shortly."

To emphasize the point, Bjorn ran a hand gently across the top of one thigh, not surprised in the least at how she kept them tightly clenched against him. Still, he could see it in her eyes now, the fear. She knew she wouldn't be able to maintain this simple sanctuary for long. The makings of tears already stirred the corners of her delicate orbs.

"Are you prepared to lose the last of your shame? I know we've taken so much from you already."

He wasn't sure if he saw or felt Myria move, or if she had even moved at all.

"I'll handle this from here, Myria. You've done well. You will be rewarded."

Gentle, tender fingertips teased the bound elf, brushing against the inside of her knees, not yet making an attempt at forcing them apart. Instead, he let his touch ghost its way along the tight crevasse of flesh she presented him, even going so far as to let his touch glide along the tensed apex of her thighs, a mere feathering across her heated mound.

"Did your other lover touch you like this? Were they more gentle? Or less?"

He let his touch glide upward, across the flat and trembling stomach, drifting gently over the rise of the rib cage to settle firmly upon a plump breast.

"Go on. Tell me what a terrible lover I am compared to him or her. Relate to me all my flaws."

The prospect itself was nothing but amusement to him, fully intending to memorize everything she told him.....for later use.....after he had forcibly proven her wrong.

For now though, he simply silenced the beginnings of a tirade with a kiss planted firmly and deeply upon her prim and proper lips. His touch slid lower again, and this time it was much more insistent. Fingertips delving into her clenched flesh, yet not painfully so, just enough to instill despair. He could feel the firmness of muscle beneath the supple flesh as she clung to her fading hopes.

He kissed her then, his lips closing about her own just as she was about to respond, no doubt with a nasty retort. It was brief in passing, yet deeply commanding, not realizing until after he had completed the fleeting exploration of this new one's flavor that perhaps she had been about to answer his earlier demand.

"I'm sorry, you were about to say something?"

Bjorn pulled back to gaze into her eyes, the feel of her tongue as it had grazed unintentionally against his own still present in the forefront of his senses. She was helpless now, and she knew it.....

Yet he was going to take his time with her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Do you understand now? Your sister serves me. Completely. So will you, shortly."

Myria hadn’t heard Bjorn move. Now, she did as well, still breathing heavily, Myria backed away from her captive sister. Her eyes scanned the door, alighting on the very door Sylvannia had tried to make a run for. There was no way her master was going to let her leave this cabin. Yet, there was a greater part of her that wanted nothing more than to be on the other side of that door while he did what he needed to. In her still aroused state, she didn’t want to hear the mewing that would surely erupt from Sylvannia’s throat at some point nor did she wish to listen to her master’s grunts of pleasure, especially since they weren’t for her. Myria scooped up her clothing, still piled on the floor close to one end of the tub and headed for the door. She didn’t dress. She didn’t try to leave either. Instead, she sat down, her back to the other two, fashioned her clothing into some semblance of a pillow and laid down on the floor, facing the door and closing her eyes.

"I'll handle this from here, Myria. You've done well. You will be rewarded."

~~ ~~​

His hand touched her thigh and made her jerk away from his touch or at least try to, all the while attempting to keep her thighs clamped closed. Fear and impotent rage stared back at him from mauve colored eyes. Sylvannia refused to speak. Her eyes flashed from his face, crossing the space to where her sister lay with her back to them. Silent accusation flared. His voice brought her eyes back to him even as his fingertips teased along her skin, brushing across the inside of her knees, making her clamp them harder together. It didn’t seem to deter the human a bit. Instead, his touched feathered across her naked mound. It was the barest of touches.

“Don’t touch me!” She hissed in Elvish.

He didn’t seem to understand her or simply ignored her before going on.

"Did your other lover touch you like this? Were they more gentle? Or less?"

Why was he asking her all these stupid questions? Sylvannia simply glared at him. His touch moved upward, gliding across her flat stomach, making it constrict as she tried vainly to avoid his touch. Her stomach roiled and Sylvannia felt suddenly ill. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. His hand moved across the ridge of her ribs and clamped onto one of her breasts. Sylvannia tugged at her arms as if she could free them somehow. It was a useless gesture and she knew it, yet she couldn’t stop.

"Go on. Tell me what a terrible lover I am compared to him or her. Relate to me all my flaws."

The look in her eyes spewed hatred for his kind. For him. She let a look of disgust enter her eyes so he could see it. He was inferior. His kind would always be inferior. She opened her lips to spill venom at him. To tell him he was crude and wouldn’t amount to anything. Only, her words were stymied before she could even begin by his lips covering hers. She tried to twist her head away from him. Her fingers closed over the bindings holding her arms stretched from her body. Her body twisted, trying to escape and deep down, she knew it was futile. His head lifted slightly.

"I'm sorry, you were about to say something?"

Her eyes told him he could go to hell or wherever it was his kind went to with their death. Amethyst colored orbs spewed scorn and contempt. They raked over him, as if they could spread a poison that could penetrate his soul. The message in hers was clear. She’d find more pleasure in bedding a dog, a cur, than bedding him willingly. Sylvannia’s body was taut with anger. She yanked her arms more forcefully, which only served to tighten the knots at her wrists. Her hip rolled up off the floor in one direction then quickly rolled in the other as she sought to escape his touch.

“Myria!”

Sylvannia yelled across the room and saw her sister’s body stiffen in response though Myria didn’t turn around or acknowledge her. Sylvannia did her best to ignore the human.

“MYRIA! Don’t let him do this to me. Please, Sister. Save me from him.”

She didn’t care what the human thought. In a shocking twist, it just dawned on her. He had spoken to her in Elvenish.

“Oh… Myria, “ Syl’s voice turned soft and accusing as she let her body slump back to the floor, “how could you? You taught him to speak in our native tongue. You. The last person I’d expect that from. How could you?! And now, you’re going to lie there and listen to him rape your baby sister. I use to admire you, Myria. I adored you. I came out of the fortress to find you. To bring you home and now, thanks to you, that isn’t happening.”

Her eyes shot to the human again.

“I said, don’t touch me, you inferior excuse of living matter.”

Sylvannia tried to dislodge his hand from her breast by twisting her body. That wasn’t going too well either.

 

[dryfter]

“I said, don’t touch me, you inferior excuse of living matter.”

That brought about a soft smirk. Especially considering that he definitely had the upper hand here.

"And just what makes you think I'm inferior? Have you seen anything like this on an elven man?"

She was bound, though Bjorn stayed wary of her feet. He half wished she'd attempt to launch a kick at the object he now placed prominently on display with a simple lifting of cloth. It would certainly make the parting of her thighs a whole lot easier. The thought of such an attack actually landing however, kept him on his highest guard. For now, the young barbarian would simply have to content himself with the look on the blonde elf's face......

"I'm going to do more than just touch you. I'm going to slam this thing inside you. I'm going to violate you with it until it becomes second nature to you. Until you don't ever want it to end."

The steamy look that slide along her delicate, busty frame hid none of his sudden hunger. Even now he was dredging up tantalizing thoughts of how tight she would feel around him, gripping and milking him as resistance turned to passion in an instant. Surely not all elves were as resistant to his affections as Myria had been, were they? He'd never seen or heard of anything like the elven warrioress before.....

When the kick finally came, mere seconds after his touch returned to her, it was only at the last second that he was able to twist at the hips to avoid a serious gelding. Yet while her strike had been lightning fast and as solid as a horse's hoof upon his thigh, his counterattack had for once been faster than even Myria.

He could hear her gasp as the thick fingers that had seized her ankle tightened, not allowing her to draw back the coltish leg that had struck at him.

"You will remain where you are."

His words were uttered through pain clenched teeth, yet Myria would have heard them even if they had been the barest of whispers. Without even looking over his shoulder, his much less acute sense of hearing picked up the immediate halt of footfalls. And why waste time on the probable state of fury he suspected she was in? Bjorn would much rather devote such precious moments to the quivering feminine gash presented to him now. How she thrashed and writhed within her bindings as he lowered himself to one knee, forever preventing the closure of herself.

His kilt had fallen back down, but both knew that it wouldn't remain so for long. Already his breath raced with excitement and anticipation of sampling his Myria's dear sister. A sister who obviously was getting much more than she had bargained for when she had set out upon her fruitful search.

"Don't worry, Myria. I promise your baby sister will adore you again, very soon."

His body was heavy over hers, deliberately sliding against her, exhaling slowly at the sensation of her nipples etching trails across his chest. Their eyes met as he felt as well as saw her breath catch as his hidden cock pressed up against her for the first time. Her resistance had proven futile. Would this elf beg? Or prove herself prideful like her sister had been....until the very moment he had sheathed his cock in her and Myria realized just how dire her situation had become.

"I'm going to make you mine."

His whisper held so many promises, a multitude of potential meanings. He could only sit back and sift through the outpouring of emotions that she showed him through her eyes, gave him through her words. He was not content to tease for long, and all concerned knew it. His state of arousal was nearly painful, a reminder of what Myria had started before this curious, and fortunate, interruption.

With a soft hiss of longing....Bjorn reached down.....and slowly began drawing the fabric that separated them upward, the thick shaft landing solidly against her mound as its freedom reached its moment of completion. For a moment, the human youth surged forward, letting his elven captive see the full length rest upon her, his hips nudging her own.

"That's how deep it will go. Tell me....has any lover of yours taken you that deeply before?"

He could see the fear in her eyes. It was intoxicating to say the least. A proud...noble?....moments ago in the height of fury. Now barely able to utter a word.

"Myria. Come here."

Again, the soft, almost undetectable footfalls. Evidence perhaps that his pet's flare of temper had subsided?

"Give your sister to me. Reach down, and position her for the taking."

It was a cruel request, one that he knew the younger elf would choke on....especially when he arched back enough for the lining up of his member at her pretty, pink, elven pussy. One that he knew would gnaw at the remaining resistance of the elf he had taken already.

"Good. Very good. Now you're going to give me a push. You're going to be the one who sends this cock hurtling into your baby sister's tight little pussy. You're going to be the one who gives her to me, Myria."

For a moment, he had to resist laughing aloud as the elf beneath him reacted exactly as he imagined she would.

A moment later, and the laughter was forgotten as he surged forward.....lodging tightly within the silken depths of their captive. The sound of that first joining firmly saved within the annals of his memory.....a warmth to enjoy for days to come.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"And just what makes you think I'm inferior? Have you seen anything like this on an elven man?"

Syl couldn’t help the fact that her eyes followed his action of lifting his kilt. For a brief moment, her eyes widened then she turned her head.

"I'm going to do more than just touch you. I'm going to slam this thing inside you. I'm going to violate you with it until it becomes second nature to you. Until you don't ever want it to end."

Sylvannia gave a derisive, unladylike snort. Apparently his ego matched his masculine part. Her eyes found his again and she kept them on his instead of the twitching hardness between his thighs. Despite her derision and her loathing of humans, she had to silently admit that his cock was impressive. His look, as it scaled down her body, drinking it in, made her shudder in distaste. Sylvannia tugged at her restraints yet again, her shoulders lifting off the floor. Swiftly, suddenly, she lashed out, drawing back her leg and aiming for his crotch. How dare he look at her like that? Like she was some new treat he had been given.

“Stay away from me, you beast. I’d rather fuck a four-legged animal then let you fuck me.”

She saw his wince with an ounce of satisfaction. It was just too bad that he had twisted away in the nick of time. She had missed her intended target but even the pain she brought to his thigh was worth it. Syl yelped as his thick fingers closed around her ankle. She yanked on it.

"You will remain where you are."

She wanted to smirk at the pain in his voice. Would have too, if he hadn’t captured her ankle and held it in vice-like grip.

Myria knew those words were for her. They were lowly uttered but her elven hearing easily caught them. She had sunk to the floor, turning her back to them and prepared to settle down for the night. She could hear Sylvannia thrashing about on the floor. No doubt trying to find some way to free herself though Syl knew it was useless. They both did.

Sylvannia’s eyes and heart filled with fear and impotency. The latter thumped inside her chest so hard it felt like it would leap free of the flesh cavity it was encased in. His body slid between her protesting legs. He leaned over her, his body pressing hers to the floor. She could feel her breasts dragging across his chest. The hardness between his thighs pressed against her. Her eyes flew to his and despite her unwillingness, clung to them. Syl’s breath sucked in sharply and her stillness ended. She bucked against him, trying to twist her hips away from his intention to invade her body.

"I'm going to make you mine."

It was just a whisper, yet it sent a shudder rolling down her spine. She whimpered. By Danu, he was going to take her and Syl had heard the stories. Humans taking elven women captive and making them into sex starved slaves. She did not want to be a slave. His slave. A human’s slave.

"That's how deep it will go. Tell me....has any lover of yours taken you that deeply before?"

He drew the fabric of his kilt upward, his thick male shaft smacking against her feminine mound.

Dear Danu. No.

Panic set in. She wasn’t a virgin. She enjoyed sex. But not like this. Not with a human.

“MYRIA! HELP ME, PLEASE. DON’T LET HIM RAPE YOUR BABY SISTER.”

Sylvannia’s arms tugged fiercely against the strips of her tunic that were holding her helpless before this oaf.

"Myria. Come here."

He didn’t take his eyes off her nor did he raise his voice. There was something in his voice that Sylvannia couldn’t figure out and why was he calling for Myria?

Myria lay where she was, her backbone stiffening at the sound of Master’s voice. She didn’t want to see this. Him, kneeling between Sylvannia’s slim silken thighs. His cock hovering over her sister’s vaginal lips. She couldn’t fight the command. Slowly, she got to her feet and reluctantly turned toward the pair in front of the bathing tub. Soft footfalls brought her to stand behind him.

"Give your sister to me. Reach down, and position her for the taking."

He leaned back slightly, the head of his cock pointing directly at the apex of her sister’s thighs. Myria hesitated the barest of moments as she used the time to kneel beside her master. She didn’t want to look at Sylvannia’s face. She knew what she’d see there. Horror. Disbelief. Anger. Betrayal. Myria’s fingers trembled as they closed around his rock solid cock. It needed to be done. Sylvannia would always be trying to escape. Time between her master and herself would end up being interrupted unless he tied up Sylvannia. More selfishly, let Sylvannia bring his seed to fruition. Let her stomach grow round and huge, her tits stretch and fill with milk. Myria’s hand guided the head of his cock to the lips of her sister’s unwanting pussy.

“Myria! Please. I beg you, don’t do this. Don’t let him do this.”

Sylvannia’s eyes widened as she felt his cockhead at her slit. Her hips bucked and twisted. Anything to try and avoid the inevitable. Her arms tugged so hard on the bindings holding it, that she actually moved the tub a quarter of an inch.

Myria hardened her heart. No one told Sylvannia to leave the sanctity of the fortress to come looking for her. Sylvannia knew the dangers when she left its protection. She knew how Myria felt about conceiving a child by a human. She would do anything to avoid it. Even offer up her own sister. Myria fingers guided his cockhead up and down her sister’s pussy lips slipping it just between the folds before she withdrew her hand and sat back on her heels.

Sylvannia’s mouth opened but no words came out. Her lips closed on a sob as she turned her face away from them both. It was hard enough to withstand the human, the human and her sister together? Tears slid from beneath her closed eyelids.

"Good. Very good. Now you're going to give me a push. You're going to be the one who sends this cock hurtling into your baby sister's tight little pussy. You're going to be the one who gives her to me, Myria."

Quietly, Myria got to her feet, shuffling around behind him as he lay over Sylvannia and got on her knees once more. It was her sister’s blubbering that did it. It was a sound that irritated Myria to no end. Did Sylvannia think tears would move her master, soon to be their master?

“Please. …please..please… don’t do this, Myria. Don’t be his puppet and do his bidding. Can’t you see? He’s using this to bind you even tighter to him. Making you responsible for my downfall. Making you feel guilty.”

Myria put her hands on his ass cheeks. Her fingers curling into his skin momentarily.

“He will do this with or without me.”

Her hands pushed against him, shoving him deep into Sylvannia’s unreadied tunnel.

Sylvannia cried out at the forceful intrusion into her body. Her hips rose from the floor, trying to buck him off her. Her arms tugged violently at the restraints.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Myria. Never.”

Myria did something on the spur of the moment. She laid down beside Sylvannia, on her back as well. Her fingers finding her sister’s bound hand and squeezed gently.

“Shhhh, Sylvannia. This is going to happen whether you wanted it or not. He is going to take you. Willing or not, but before long, you’ll see, you’ll be more than willing and accepting. He’ll fill your womb with his seed. You will be the first woman to bear his child. You remember, don’t you? You have always wanted to be a mother. You always wanted to have lots of children. Master can make that happen for you. Relax, Syl.”

Myria had been staring up at his face, watching emotions flint across his features. She knew how hard he was. A combination of his fucking her before Sylvannia had happened along to stop them, the excitement of a new conquest had his balls tight with his seed and a need to plant it into a fertile womb. Her eyes wandered down over the planes of his body and rested momentarily on where their bodies, his and Sylvannia’s, joined.

And Myria ached. Her hips shifted restlessly on the floor.

"You are a bitch Myria," Sylvannia's voice was flooded with contempt, "I'll never forgive you for this. Never."

Myria knew differently.

 

[dryfter]

Bjorn didn't have time to be disappointed that Sylvannia wasn't a virgin like her older sister had been when he had first taken her. Those days seemed so distant, but now came rushing back to him as the elf beneath him heaved upward with a strangled cry in a misguided attempt to dislodge him. It only served to further his surge, striking her even deeper even as her panic caused her muscles to clamp like a rippling, undulating vise around his cock.

At least the two sisters had that much in common. With a suddenly feral growl, Bjorn began moving, doing his best to begin a rhythm despite the wild and chaotic nature of her thrashing. It wouldn't take long if he could just get some good steady friction. Myria had him close to bursting all over her earlier, and his cruel torment of Sylvannia had only kept him near that edge. Now he was finally beginning to satiate the pain his own patience had brought upon him.

His lips smothered her breasts, his tongue memorizing her flavor instantly. He could cum at any time, and with each savage lunge it was becoming harder not to. Still, he felt he had the duty to force at least a few reactions from this stuffy upstart of an elf, as resistant as she had been. It seemed that too ran in the family. Even now, she hurled curses at him while trying her best to not break down in tears. Profanity bubbled from between her luscious lips when he wasn't sealing them away with kiss after breath stealing, demanding kiss.

Her body was his now, and he was taking it. She had displeased him, he was not gentle. Again his hips crashed against her own, feeling her react as she felt him bump inside her and smiling at the priceless look she gave him in response.

The fact that Myria had chosen to lay by her sister in her moment of downfall, hearing the words tumble from her own plush lips, the despair that they brought to the younger elf. The hatred spewed as a result.

"Sylvannia."

It was the first time he had used her name. It had a galvanizing effect.

"You will not speak like that to your older sister. Very soon, you will be thanking her for introducing you to me. You will spend the rest of your life serving her with your gratitude."

It was too soon to be issuing orders just yet. But the look on Myria's face was worth the hint of what was to come.

"But you will serve me first and foremost. I've said it before....you are mine."

He didn't have time to deal with her snarky responses, her hated looks. Not with as full as his loins felt at this moment, not with his aching need finally peaking, though he never would have imagined an hour ago it would be with someone other than Myria. The tingling coming from between his thick and virile balls wouldn't be able to be ignored for very much longer.....

His hands left her voluptuous breasts where they had been kneading, stimulating, doing their best to spark a fire in her own unwilling body. Instead, he reached for her.....touching her tenderly, caressing her cheeks as they slid to either side of her face.....holding her absolutely still.....as his lips descended once more to claim her own completely. This time, he was not to be denied.....his tongue running along her own even when she tried to avoid its slippery touch.

It was nothing compared to the touch inside her as he moaned deep and longingly into her mouth, his guttural need vibrating against his teeth as he exploded deep inside her reluctantly quivering cunt. His climax was intense enough to force his lips upward, breaking the kiss as he held himself perfectly still and simply pulsed, held tightly by her traitorously clutching body.

"You are mine now, Sylvannia. You serve me."

He could barely speak the words he was so out of breath. Still, he wouldn't collapse, not until he'd seen what he wanted to see from the very depths of her eyes.

Until that moment the lights in her eyes changed....he would hover here....he would not allow himself to sag against her. Just as he wouldn't allow himself to slip from her silky, well fucked hole.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She hated him.

She hated her sister.

She hated her life for coming to this, lying under some rutting human male who was striving to shove his cock as far up into her body as he could go.

"Sylvannia."

Her name falling from his lips snapped her eyes unwillingly to his.

"You will not speak like that to your older sister. Very soon, you will be thanking her for introducing you to me. You will spend the rest of your life serving her with your gratitude. But you will serve me first and foremost. I've said it before....you are mine."


Beside her, Myria lay, legs wantoningly spread, the fingers of her free hand rubbing between her legs, her eyes solely focused on her master’s face. Fingertips pressed and rubbed against the small nub of pleasure dwelling just above her own opening. They would slip lower and slide into her own needy pussy before retreating and find that small bit of flesh again. She heard his words and it made her rub more furiously until she had no other option but to sink her own fingers back into her body, plunging them deep and retreating, over and over again.

Sylvannia’s eyes were charged with contempt for the male now pounding into her body. The soles of her feet found purchase on the hard wooden floor, her hips arched upward violently, trying yet again to dislodge him. Syl’s mind was beyond logic. It was in sheer panic mode. His hands left her breasts as he remained on top of her, firmly and completely lodged in her body. They moved to lay on either side of her head, forcing her head to remain still as his lips claimed her own. No amount of trying to twist her head could happen. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, running across her own, making her want to gag. Her arms strained against her captivity. There was no escape from him. None.

His moan flooded her mouth. Echoed in it. The only warning she had that came too late, though there was no way of stopping him, regardless. She felt him twitch deep in her tunnel. Felt his seed splash hotly against her walls.

"You are mine now, Sylvannia. You serve me."

Both were still. Both stared into the other’s eyes. Stillness held them, his body pressed intimately to hers even as his torso pushed away from her. His body sealed his seed deep inside her, letting none of it escape.

Her body quivered beneath him. Her inner walls softened then milked him. A soft moan left her lips as the light in her eyes yielded to something else. Something that had been missing from the beginning. Need. Desire. Both flared in her eyes as Sylvannia pushed her hips up against him, grinding the opening of her womb against the head of his cock. Her legs lifted, first one, then the other, to wind around his hips, locking at the ankles. She was angled off the floor, gravity taking his offering and pooling it in the deepest part of her body.

“Yours.” Sylvannia purred, “I am, aren’t I.”

Her body ground against his pubic bone as the inner muscles of her pussy continued to ripple along the length of his cock still buried inside her. Her head tilted back against the floor slightly as her eyes found his. There was dusky wanting in hers.

Beside them, Myria laid, lost in her own lusty gyrations. She desperately needed release from the torment that had done nothing but build in her since he had returned to the cabin and she had decided to bathe. It was painful and she was so close to some unknown, unnamed, precipice. Her fingers moved furiously on her own body, trying to grant the release she so desperately needed. Wanted. Craved.

 

[dryfter]

“Yours.” Sylvannia purred, “I am, aren’t I?”

"Yes, you are. Now how do you think I should punish you for resisting as hard as you did?"

Slowly he retreated from her, letting Sylvannia feel his softening shaft slip from her newly claimed sex, a thin trickle of his seed flowing from her battered hole.

"You will serve me, Sylvannia. Wait on my every need. And most importantly, you will carry for me. You will not be happy unless you are providing that service for me as it is the reason I will continue to keep you around. If you are incapable of doing this one task and doing it well, you are useless and will be cast aside.....do you understand?"

He waited for his words to soak in while her mind was still receptive, needling her every so often to make sure she had indeed, truly fallen.

"And you'd hate that, wouldn't you? To never enjoy what you just experienced ever again? Lust is your domain, Sylvannia. You're free to wear whatever you wish, act accordingly to your desire to serve and please me. You are not however, allowed to endanger yourself in any way. It is your sister's job to protect, not yours. The only thing you are responsible for are the children you bear. It is Myria's sworn duty to protect me....to protect you, as she always has."

Bjorn glanced over to where Myria's racing breath and even quicker fingers were competing with each other in an erotic race towards an unattainable crescendo. For a moment, he was content to let her struggle on her own.....

"You will protect me, will you not, Myria?"

Amusement was thick in his voice, even as he pretended to not notice her desirous actions.

"You will protect your sister as well? And those who come after her?"

The young barbarian smiled softly as he awaited her breathless answers, slipping slowly closer to the conquered younger sister, close enough for her to feel the stirring of his cock against her bare flesh once again, kneeling as his own clumsy fingers attempted to undo the knotted cloth Myria had used to bind her kin to the bathtub.

"Did you enjoy our time together, my pet?"

His words were whispered softly into the blonde elf's ear, even now he could feel her quiver in response, though whether it was from the question or the barest brush against his cock, Bjorn couldn't be sure.

"Remember this time then, this time and all the others to come. Remember the pleasure you yourself take from me in return for your willing servitude. Would you deny another elf such bliss? You wouldn't, would you? No, you'd want to share what you've felt with others......"

Limp wrists finally felt free, and for a moment, he let her touch him.....caress his sturdy frame.....explore that which she had been unable to moments before.

"Remember that, should the opportunity arise to bring another into the fold....to show them what they are missing. And always....be vigilant for the dark haired one. I will tell you more of her later. I will have her....even if I have to take every elf in the kingdom to get to her."

He could hear her coo softly in disappointment, noting how she had immediately gotten comfortable.....which included spreading her thighs wide for him once more, only to watch him turn his back on her for now.

"Master.....master, you said....."

"I said....that Myria and I weren't through yet tonight. You interrupted something important, Sylvannia. Please don't do so again, I doubt your sister would forgive you.

He moved to the struggling warrioress, smiling as he did so....reaching for her, and just ghosting his fingertips across one supple breast. Her response was electrifying.....

"You can't cum, can you, sweet little pet?"

When she finally turned to him, Bjorn could see the need, the frustration, and the desire burning brightly from within.

"Here......I'll help you cum....."

He positioned himself, poised to accept all she willingly offered. She was putty in his hands, eager for her own touch to be replaced by his. The fact that Sylvannia watched only hardened him further.....a fact not lost on either sister. And yet......

Sylvannia gasped and shivered slightly as Bjorn's head slipped gently between Myria's widespread thighs. A second later, and she felt him....gentle tongue lapping softly at her nectar coated petals. A soft hum of appreciation rippled from deep within his throat directly to her core.....

"I do love this taste....."

She could do what she wanted, Myria was incapable of hurting him. And so he turned his head and nipped sharply at one pale thigh, not enough to break the skin, but enough to force her full, sexy lips open in a startled gasp. Just as quickly, he returned to servicing her.....knowing full well that she needed relief, needed more than this even. Without even acknowledging aloud that he intended to do so.....the human youth shifted slightly, rising to tower over her.

He hooked her strong legs, dragging them upward with him, as he leaned forward hard to deliver a kiss that tasted strongly of them both. He doubt she even minded, as close to her throbbing desire as his cock was right now. Unbidden, he felt a small hand close upon the impressive member.....his body shifting to allow the silent action, his cockhead poised at the gates Myria now defended against all but him.

He took her, swift and hard, brutal like he suspected a warrioress would like. She did not disappoint him, not even when he plunged straight down to stir her to her very core, the elf fighter's back pressed solidly against the hardwood cabin floor.

Sylvannia watched in amazement as her older sister was ravaged every bit as hard and forcefully as she had been. The only difference, much to the younger elf's current shame.....was that Myria was loving it. The cries of her sister mingled with those of her new master as they echoed off the cabin walls. Their heat seemed stifling, yet Sylvannia reveled in it even as her own fingers began to stoke her own heat once more. Not once did Myria complain, quite the opposite. This was the strength of her older sister.....put to a use she had never imagined before.....and the sight.....the sight......

Sylvannia cooed and shivered, unable to tear her eyes away from how Bjorn's cock slid fully into her sister's silken depth every time, each stroke seeming to come just a little faster than the last. Each lunge savage enough to force a gasp or a cry from Myria's lips.

"Cum, Master.....please cum for Myria....."

The younger elf had no idea of Bjorn's past taking of her sister and the promise he had uttered. She only knew he had to be close, from the fierce look in his eyes, the shimmering gleam of sweat upon his bronzed skin....the way his hardened buttocks had begun to twitch occasionally.

Bjorn retreated as quickly as he had entered her, frantically pushing at Myria's leg in his haste to scramble away. Sylvannia barely had time to register what was going on.....and she was arching, crying out as he slid into her once more. But what had started as a questioning thought, only exploded in white hot realization.....

Her master....was emptying himself.....his seed.....inside her.....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"You will serve me, Sylvannia. Wait on my every need. And most importantly, you will carry for me. You will not be happy unless you are providing that service for me as it is the reason I will continue to keep you around. If you are incapable of doing this one task and doing it well, you are useless and will be cast aside.....do you understand?"

Sylvannia’s hand slipped between her legs, locating the trickle of his gift that was seeping from her body. Gathering as much of it as she could, she pushed it back inside her body, taking the opportunity to rub herself.

“Oh yes, Master. I understand. I promise, I will be anything but useless to you.”

She whimpered softly in despair. Yes, she would hate it if she never experienced Master’s cock again. Her eyes closed and she rubbed herself a little more vigorously as she remembered the feeling of him pounding into her body. Her eyes opened as he finished talking to her, smiling up at him. She would bear him fine sons. Myria would be free to do what she wanted to do, be a warrior. She, Sylvannia, wasn’t cut out for that sort of thing. Syl licked her lips as she recalled her tryst with the dryad. Men. Women. It mattered to her not. Pleasures of the body made her feel alive.

"You will protect me, will you not, Myria?"

Myria’s fingers were plunging into her own body rapidly. Her hips rising to meet them and yet… to no avail. Nothing she did gave her the release she sought so desperately.

"You will protect your sister as well? And those who come after her?"

“Yes.”

It was a single word reply, torn from her lips. Harsh. Desperate. A reply that was ripped from her only because he seemed to command one.

Bjorn leaned down over Sylvannia, whispering in her ear.

"Did you enjoy our time together, my pet?"

His body brushed against hers. His cock stirred against her still heated flesh, making her whimper in sudden desire and need once more. He freed her wrists. Her hands went immediately to his chest as she pressed her hips up off the floor, pressing herself against him in wantonness.

"Remember this time then, this time and all the others to come. Remember the pleasure you yourself take from me in return for your willing servitude. Would you deny another elf such bliss? You wouldn't, would you? No, you'd want to share what you've felt with others......"

His cock pressed against her belly as she shamelessly ground herself against him, rubbing her mound along the length of him. His words inflamed her.

"Remember that, should the opportunity arise to bring another into the fold....to show them what they are missing. And always....be vigilant for the dark haired one. I will tell you more of her later. I will have her....even if I have to take every elf in the kingdom to get to her."

Her hands slipped down between his thighs to cradle the sac from which his seed flowed. Her thigh splayed whorishly wide for him, offering herself up willingly for his lust again. But she pouted slightly as he turned from her to Myria.

His fingertips, with the barest of touches, skimmed over Myria’s breast. The elf’s skin was super sensitive to touch by now. Her flesh visibly quivered. Her nipples became hard and erect instantaneously. It was Myria’s turn to whimper in dire desperation.

"You can't cum, can you, sweet little pet?"

She looked up at him, miserable. It hadn’t mattered what she could make her own body feel, it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed him and Myria was sure it showed in her eyes.

"Here......I'll help you cum....."

He positioned himself between Myria’s spread thighs. His head lowered as she removed her hands. Her hips moved restlessly on the wooden floor and stilled as she felt the gentleness of his tongue touch her. His words vibrated into her overly heated pussy making her arch from the floor again, pressing her mound against his lips.

"I do love this taste....."

His mouth and tongue did things to her body that drove her to the brink of utter madness and held her there. Myria’s hands came down to cup his head to her, her fingers pressing into his skull even as she frantically rubbed her sex against his face. It…. wasn’t….. enough…

His head turned, his face pressed against the vulnerable flesh of her inner thigh and she felt his teeth mark her. He didn’t linger there long, just long enough to brand her anew. Just long enough to make her gasp from the surprise of it. His mouth returned her drenched pussy but as if silently knowing that by this point she needed something more to launch her over the edge, he moved, shifting to tower over her.

Yes! Yes. This. Now.

He hooked her legs, pulling them upward as he leaned over again, a leg on either side of him, lodged into the crook of each elbow, pressing her thighs against her chest, his lips claimed hers thoroughly. Her hips were tipped upward, her sex totally open to him by this action. Myria could feel the tip of his cock hovering. Sliding a hand between their pressed bodies, her fingers curled around the once more hard length of him, guiding him to her slick entrance. He plunged, straight and fully into her. Myria’s body quivered around him, rippling and tugging along his length. Her thighs opened as wide as she could possibly make them, giving him an extra inch or two to sink into. Myria couldn’t contain the cry that floated free as he plunged deeply. He rocked against her. Myria ground herself down on his cock. His hips drew back and plunged forcefully forward, holding himself there as he felt the strong contractions clamp around his straining cock. That was it. That was what she needed. Her hips arched off the floor, crying out her completion wildly. Bjorn withdrew swiftly, reaching for Sylvannia’s legs, yanking them apart as he drove himself savagely into her body.

Sylvannia, for her part, had been lost in the scene unfolding before her. Her older sister’s orgasm seemed to do something to Syl. Now it was her plunging her fingers in and out of her body, whimpering. Her eyes closed, her head slanting against the wooden floor as Sylvannia felt her body tightening, a sure sign of her impending orgasm. It came as an utter surprise to suddenly feel her legs roughly yanked apart and only a second longer to realize that her master was plunging his cock deep into her body where it quivered and heat suddenly coated her insides. Her body arched against his as she cried out the sudden orgasm that struck her, pulling his seed deep into her body where it would take root.

She welcomed him.

Cried out for him.

And she prayed.

Prayed that her body would quicken with his child.

He would be pleased.

She wanted him to be pleased with her.

 

[dryfter]

Well that was certainly a new look for her. New....and perhaps for the first time....completely honest, as Myria looked up in response to his question with a look that was half pleading, half questioning. It was almost as if she had actually said the words....why can't I just get off?

His lips fluttered upon her nether set and her hands were there instantly, thin fingers grasping, tangling in whatever hair he had to offer her for purchase as he drank deeply of Myria's frustrations. His hands slipped beneath her taut buttocks to minimize the thrusting of her hips, making it easier to maintain his torrid contact with her, doing a very different thrusting of his own as she cried out for him again.

The warrioress' ass had barely hit the ground and he was over her, giving her exactly what he knew she really wanted, and she was there to guide him into her inferno. For long moments there was nothing but the sounds of frenzied grunting, the occasional squeal, and the racing breath of three bodies in complete, total heat.

Bjorn didn't let up on her for an instant, knowing this sister could handle the rough treatment. Indeed, moments later, Myria surged upward to clamp down fiercely upon him.....her cries tremorous and wavering as she shuddered her way through the pinnacle of the passion he had instilled in her.

The barbarian had given her no warning, extricating himself almost immediately to move to the younger sister. Myria barely had the chance to register that he was gone when Sylvannia gasp as he filled her....and more than with just his cock. The warrior sister had been exquisite in her own unintended diligence. Sylvania just couldn't compete with the tight hold Myria had held him with. And yet it was she who was receiving the fruits of her older sister's labor.....

He couldn't have picked a better time. She too was on the edge, as he was. She never saw it coming until he was buried to the root inside her, pulsing forcefully and stroking all the while, sowing his seed deep in what he could only hope was a fertile elf. Sylvannia would bear his firstborn. He had commanded her, and she would serve.....

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The three of them lay there, panting and messy before Bjorn finally took the initiative and struggled to rise. The bathwater had gone cold, yet it mattered little. Water sloshed from its edges as he sought to clean himself of the feverish sweat his two pets had left him with.

"We will need a larger place than this. Any ideas?"

A profound silence filled the room. Bjorn took the opportunity to dunk his head, coming up a full minute later sputtering and spraying as he shook wildly like a dog might.

"I intend to continue to fuck Sylvannia until she's bred properly. I trust you have no objections, Myria?"

He waited for the response, though he knew he wasn't really giving her a choice in the matter.

"I can't see this rickety dump having much room for children, do you?"

Again, he waited. Would continue to wait. There was always the chance Sylvannia was already carrying his progeny. If so, he knew it wouldn't be long before her body began giving him the proper signs. For a moment, he half wondered just what Myria's reaction to that would be.

"And to progress towards bigger and better things, we'll have to first find a way out of this forest......preferably alive. I'd really like to hear any ideas you have towards that, Myria."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He left her abruptly. He had insured her peak and withdrew quickly. Myria understood why. She had felt him twitch inside her, knew he wasn’t far from his own peak and given his promise to her, either he pulled out of her at the very last moment and lay to waste his seed or he planted it in her younger sister. Now that he had Sylvannia, Myria didn’t expect him to waste a single drop until he knew he had impregnated the younger elf. How fertile Sylvannia was, she wasn’t sure. In time, that would be proven, she supposed.

Myria rolled up on her side, facing the other two. Her eyes were drawn to the juncture of their bodies, where her master was evidently pouring his hot seed into Sylvannia’s vaginal tunnel. Her own body was still pulsing with her own release, making her curl almost into a fetal position. Her eyes closed as she willed her body to calm. From behind closed lids, Myria heard Sylvannia’s cry of completion. It was her master’s own echoing cry that resounded a small pang through her mind. Myria didn’t understand it. Her mind shied away from definition.

Sylvannia felt like her womb clenched and unclenched as she felt her master’s essence flood her once more. Her cry of completion was also a cry of happiness. She was determined to bear his child. Over and over again. As many times as he wished it of her. Her hands greedily grasped at him as her body strained upward against his. Perhaps she was being fanciful or perhaps not, but it felt as if her womb opened itself wide to him, drinking her master’s seed in thirstily. Her internal muscles rolled. Pulled. Draining his cock of every drop she could.

Two emotions ruled Sylvannia at the moment. Fear and desire. The fear of being turned out if she could produce no heir for her master and the desire to please him. He was her world. One emotion fed the need of the other. For the moment, exhaustion claimed them all. Sylvannia lay on her back, an arm thrown carelessly over her eyes, her tunnel and core starting to feel the sting and throb of her master’s rough usage. Syl’s arm moved, her eyes fluttered open as her head turned slightly to gaze at Myria. There was a gleam of admiration in Sylvannia’s eyes. Myria seemed to enjoy their master’s rough intentions. Reveled in it even. Sylvannia was far more use to a gentler touch. She was use to the male elves, who were more refined in their lovemaking. Even the dryad, a female, had been gentle. Expressive. Diligent. Lustful. With the brutal pounding she took, Sylvannia wondered how her sister fared. Before she even thought to say anything, Bjorn had moved, gotten to his feet and made his way into the bathing tub. His words broke the silence.

"We will need a larger place than this. Any ideas?"

Myria’s head twisted so she could look at him before she sat up, crossing her legs before her. Her eyes wandered around the room. They could make due here temporarily if they had to but if Master took any more elves before winter was over, they would need a larger place.

"I intend to continue to fuck Sylvannia until she's bred properly. I trust you have no objections, Myria?"

Myria’s eyes came back to his grey ones. They held a steady look for a seemingly long time before hers fell away. There it was again. That pang she didn’t understand. It confused her. Her feelings confused her. With the advent of Sylvannia, everything was seemingly changing and with it, Myria’s feelings appeared to be altering as well. It all made her feel uneasy. She shifted uncomfortably before her amethyst eyes lifted to his face again. Myria shrugged lightly.

“Why would I object to your wishes, Master? I am here to serve you. To protect you and yours as promised.”

Something throbbed in her lower abdomen.

"I can't see this rickety dump having much room for children, do you?"

Another shrug.

“Master, winter is upon us. We may have no choice in the matter. We must consider that we may not find anything better. This offers us four walls, protection from the season’s elements. Even if Sylvannia….” Her eyes slid to her sister than back to their master’s…. “ even if Sylvannia has or does conceive, there is only one child, perhaps two, to worry over until Spring comes and we can move on. The decision, however, is yours to make, Master. If you wish to go forth, we will go forth.”

While the two of them talked, Sylvannia had abandoned her place on the floor and joined Bjorn in the cold tub. She eased her aching body down into the cool water. It made her shiver but at the same time, it eased the sting between her thighs. Her hands, under the water, found his legs and slipped up them slowly, she, leaning forward as her hands moved up. Sylvannia’s fingertips found and lightly, reverently, ran over his balls. She scooted closer to him, lifting her body to resettle upon his thighs. Her hands drifted over his flaccid cock to settle against his chest and skimmed across the expanse she found there. Her mouth followed suit, above the water line. Moving over his chest with an ease Myria couldn’t hope to compare to. For a startling moment, Myria felt resentment toward her sister. Sylvannia had taken lovers before, male and female. She understood the ways of the body, Myria didn’t. Why, oh, why, had Myria resisted taking lovers? She knew the answer to that question even as it spilled into her mind. She had wanted to be a virgin for her own race. She had heard that virgins conceived almost immediately upon their first time. It had been her hope that when she was called, she would serve the elven nation and by the grace of Danu, would conceive a boy child. All that was water after a burnt bridge. She belonged to Bjorn now. Myria got to her feet and stretched, tossing a look over her shoulder toward the two in her bathing water.

“I should hunt now.”

 

[dryfter]

“I should hunt now.”

Bjorn frowned softly, though it certainly had nothing to do with the lovely elf who was reaching around him in the tub to do her best to coax him to hardness once more. Even now, Sylvannia was following his commands to the letter, exploring every ridge and veined surface she could lay hands on, even now experimenting with what coaxed that same surface to hardness and what didn't. Bjorn could feel himself expand despite his cock's immersion in cold water.

His thoughts were divided between that and the sudden, unexpected hardness in the older elf's voice. Was Myria suddenly jealous now that she wasn't the only elf in his life? While he wanted to dismiss such a thought as pretentiousness, the young barbarian found himself instead mulling over the possibility despite his newest pet's ministrations.

"Tell me something, Sylvannia....."

The door had closed behind her, the warrioress having reclaimed her armors and weapons before departing, leaving the two of them alone. For a moment, he felt her caress still upon him, as if eagerly awaiting his question.

"Are you jealous of me and Myria? Does it bother you when I lay with her?"

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Two sets of eyes watched intently. The tousled state of her hair, the agitated look in her eye....not a single detail was missed as the elf left the safety of the cabin. Her sister to her right flinched slightly, and when the ranger turned, she wasn't surprised to see a deep furrowing scowl on the elf's face. She had heard the stories after all.....

The fact that this fallen one had her bow had to sting considerably, more so knowing that she'd been tricked into giving it.

So it came to no surprise to her as her companion instantly detached herself from her company to follow. A silent shrug was the only response as the other elf disappeared to shadow her tainted counterpart. The elf had been fucked, recently too, though neither of them had been surprised considering the cries that had come from the cabin. The newer elf no doubt had shared the same fate, though it was this one that most concerned her sister.

"Hunt now, while you can, sister. Even if you live through this evening, you'll soon be too full with that monster's child to manage a hunt."

It was the only sound she would permit, and only let go when she was certain the warrioress and her own bow were well out of even elven hearing. She wasn't sure just how well palace and city militia were trained in the bow, but she certainly wasn't going to learn the hard way.

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She remained in the shadows of the boughs, her olive tinged skin lending itself well to her surroundings. Even when her quarry spied suitable prey, easily bringing it down with a single shot from her weapon.

"Did it hurt when he raped you? Or did you like it?"

She wasn't surprised in the least to see her jump slightly. She had no doubt thought herself alone after all. It was even more pleasing to see the look on her face when she was finally found out. There was no doubt in her mind that she was recognized....immediately at that.

Granted, she was at a disadvantage without her bow.....but she was at least confident enough in her ability to flee should things get truly nasty. Which they probably would....considering what she had to say next.....

"Enjoy your quiet evening....sister....," there was no mistaking the irony and sarcasm dripping from that last word.

"Now that we know what you are, and just what that little human of yours is up to....none of you will be leaving this forest alive."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Tell me something, Sylvannia.....

Amethyst eyes lifted to grey ones. A silent question rest in the purple ones as her hands stilled upon his flesh. The door to the cabin softly closed and yet… that sound seemed so loud to Sylvannia at the moment. So loud, that her eyes drifted away from her master’s to now closed door and seemed to dwell upon it.

"Are you jealous of me and Myria? Does it bother you when I lay with her?"

The question brought Sylvannia’s attention back to the man in the tub. She shrugged lightly.

“No, it doesn’t Master but it more than likely bothers Myria. Even as children she hated sharing anything with me.”

There was more to it than that but Sylvannia wasn’t explaining herself if she didn’t have to. She wasn’t about to tell Master that whenever she wanted something of Myria’s, all Syl had to do was go crying to their parents and they would force Myria to share. Sylvannia had always been the princess. Whatever she wanted, she got. One way or another. She ducked her head, staring into the water. Her hair hiding her face from his view. She smiled to herself. After all, he had left Myria and hurried into her, depositing his seed.

She, apparently, was the chosen one.

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Myria paused long enough to twitch her armor into place before setting off into the forest.

What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like this? He insured I wouldn’t conceive his child. That’s what I wanted…..isn’t it?

It was cold out. Hitching the bow over her shoulder, Myria started to run. She told herself it was to keep warm. Some deeper part of herself wasn’t so sure. Though her mind was in turmoil, her instincts were crystal sharp. In the waning light, she spied two rabbits and swiftly brought them down. That should be enough to feed all three of them. Though Myria found she wasn’t so hungry. She was just leaning over to pick up her hunt when the words tread softly to her ears.

"Did it hurt when he raped you? Or did you like it?"

Myria’s body jerked in surprise. Her hand froze and she whirled about, game forgotten for the moment. She whirled about, raising the bow with an arrow notched into a defensive action. Sharp elven sight pierced through the growing dimness until they settled. On another Elf. Recognition flickered in Myria’s eyes.

“You.”

The words were softly spoken but Myria knew the other elf heard them. It was the Sylvan elf. The same one Myria had gotten her bow from. She lowered the bow slightly.

"Enjoy your quiet evening....sister.... Now that we know what you are, and just what that little human of yours is up to....none of you will be leaving this forest alive."

Myria’s lips parted. Her eyes hardened as she stared down the tree elf. Her chin lifted.

“And what exactly am I, sister?”

Myria used the same intonation the other elf had used upon her and she wanted to hear the answer. The muscles in her body were fraught with tension, waiting for the tree elf to make a move. Myria might have her bow, but that didn’t mean the elf wasn’t equipped in some other way.

“You are his whore. His slut. You service the human and his cock. Does his seed sprout in your womb even now?”

The sylvan elf couldn’t keep the look from her eyes nor the tone from her voice. Disgust. Disappointment. Disbelief. Myria was suddenly tempted to correct the error the sylvan's thinking but then thought better of it. Who was this tree elf to judge her? The bow came up again.

“Did it hurt when he raped me or did I like it? Why don’t you come with me, elf and find out for yourself? Do you seriously think I can just let you walk away from me now? Let you return to your sisters of the tree and report what you know? Do you think,” Myria took a step closer, the bow still at the ready, “I will allow you to harm him or her? That is not going to happen. Now come with me or die.”

Myria nodded her head in the direction of the cabin. Forgotten were the hares she had hunted, lying on the ground and beginning to freeze. From the boughs of the tree came the hardened tone of the sylvan elf.

“I think not.”

The final word had hardly left her lips when pain exploded in her shoulder, making Myria drop the bow with a strangled cry. The sylvan elf used the moment she had gained to make good her escape, angry with herself for giving the fallen one something else of hers, her prized elven dagger, but she couldn’t chance that the elf warrioress would make good on the threat and take her prisoner, giving her to human male as well.

Myria fell to her knees, bent over, droplets of blood staining the pristine snow in front of her. With effort, she lifted her hand to wrap fingers around the hilt of the dagger and with a grunt, yank it free of her shoulder. There was a soft sucking sound as the blade was yanked free. Myria knelt there, breathing for a time before she managed to gather up some fresh snow and press it to her shoulder. It took even longer for her to gather up her bow and the hares before she staggered to her feet, tucking the dagger into the waistband of her leather leggings. Myria glanced toward the trees.

“You’ll pay for that one day, elf. One day. Soon. I will personally give you over to my master and watch you become his. This I vow.”

Every step back to the cabin seemed to take longer and longer. Her shoulder was on fire. Her fingers were going numb. Myria forged ahead, determined to get back to the cabin and inform her master. It was imperative.

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Sylvannia had her mouth full of her master’s cock when they both heard a sound at the door… like… someone slumping against it. It was a sound Syl ignored as her head bobbed up and down upon her master’s stiffened pole. Her tongue lashed over the hot flesh spearing into the recesses of her mouth, his heat was a direct contrast to cold water she was kneeling in. Her hands were not idle by any means. For each time her mouth slid upwards, her hands covered the exposed, throbbing male flesh and moved clear when her head descended again. Now and then they would venture lower to slid over or cup his balls. The head of his cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth and Syl made satisfied cooing sounds as her tongue wrapped around him. Her hands and her mouth worked in tandem with one goal in mind…. to give her master a reason to be pleased with her, showing his pleasure by stuffing himself down her throat or inside her pussy and filling her with his cum.

Outside, the winds had started to howl. It rattled the windows. The door blew open and Myria staggered in. Bow and rabbits were dropped from lifeless fingers as she fell to her knees on the cold hard flooring. Her eyes flickering over the scene in the tub. Blood flowed from the fingers pressed to her fresh shoulder wound, dripping silently on the floor, mocking her with its crimson color.

“Master,” she rasped out, “trouble…. comes.”

Myria’s body pitched forward, her forehead hitting the floor. She hadn’t felt it. Myria had lost consciousness.

 

[dryfter]

The fuck....?

This evening had more twists and turns than a dark elven labyrinth. One second, Sylvannia was demonstrating her newfound servitude, and in a most pleasing manner.....the next there had been a heavy blow against the door. And while he had certainly tensed at the sound, the soft cooing of the elf tenderly seeing to the needs she herself had created no doubt thinking the action was due to an impending release.....

The door opened suddenly, with enough force that even the blonde sister's head momentarily abandoned him to stare silently as Myria staggered in.

"Sylvannia, close the door. Be careful to not make yourself a target."

At least she wasn't being bitchy about it, her attempt at lovemaking forgotten in an instant. Bjorn rose, dripping, from the chill bathwater as his glance at the outside was a brief one.

"Sister....."

He was forgotten, and rightly so. Even he moved towards her, ignoring the fresh meat that had been brought to them, in favor of slowly...tenderly....rolling Myria onto her back. Her shoulder was a mess....the barbarian winced slightly at the blood, though the wound was clean enough. A cut, a stabbing, from a weapon no doubt torn free and left behind.

"Do you have any healing skills, Sylvannia?"

The younger elf looked almost fearful as she shook her head. She was terrified to admit that she had no such knowledge. Her lot in life was to please him. He was not likely to be pleased, knowing she was practically worthless in situations like this. Every cut and scrape either of them had ever suffered growing up had been doted upon by servants. She'd never had to learn combat first aid, though Myria had learned it out of necessity years ago.

"Then start cooking those."

Bjorn nodded towards the discarded hares. Sylvannia nodded and moved instantly. This was something she could do. This was something she could do even better than Myria if only she had the proper herbs. Sadly, they had no such things....but at least in this, the younger sister didn't feel helpless. Elven noblewomen had to be taught in the arts of husbandry after all. Cooking, cleaning, it was all taught in the off chance they were wed to a household that didn't believe in having servants do everything.

A wedding. With as few men as what were left? What would have become of her if that had happened? None of the elven men she heard of had been able to sire children, and the few that had were desperately rounded up and sent to her Highness. A royal heir was much more important than fulfilling the dreams of a petty noble. A soft hand, unseen by the others in the room, drifted down to brush along the bare expanse of concave belly she sported. Had Master given her what she had truly desired for so long?

Her clothing a long forgotten, and no longer needed accessory......Sylvannia began the preparations. She didn't need clothing to follow her Master's orders. A soft nod and a mischievous smile....

She wouldn't wear them again....unless of course....he commanded her to.

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"You fool."

It hadn't taken much to figure out what had happened. Especially when her sister returned scowling to settle in behind her like a shadow. Scowling....and without her field knife. The ranger was completely unarmed now, and didn't seem too happy about it. She shouldn't have been either, metal weapons were rare for their kind. Much hell would be caught if it were not retrieved and soon.

"Yes, they know now that we watch. They also know that they won't be leaving here alive."

Both elves fell instantly silent once more as the cabin door opened again, their keen ears picking up on the smallest squeak of alarm coming from someone inside as the human stepped out into their view.

"I could kill him. Right now. He has to know that. So what is he doing? He's not looking for us....."

It was true. The young barbarian lad wasn't scanning the treetops, wasn't straining his imperfect ears trying to catch a hint of their conversation. Instead....both women watched as he moved towards the stream....drawing water much the same way the warrioress had earlier in the day.

"He's going to clean her wound."

The elder elf's statement was short and to the point, matter of fact. There was just something about the way his jaw set, his lips pursed in a grim line. The mortal child held no weapon at all, posed no threat. The sharpened tip of the arrow poised to pierce his frail heart lowered just a little. Her sister hissed angrily from behind her.

"Let him. You, dear sister, must go and report to the chieftess. We will not strike him down until commanded to. Remember, she has yet to be made abreast of these new developments. Now go. I will continue to watch."

Her voice was thick with contempt as the slightly younger ranger flinched with shame. She didn't have much to look forward to with the meeting ahead. Still, she turned and left as silently as she had come.....

"What are you doing, human? Is she that precious to you? Others would have left her to die and sought revenge in the flesh of those who took her from you."

There was that. That one question that refused to keep itself from buzzing between her pointed ears. Why was this young human acting so differently from all the other barbarians they had encountered over the years? He didn't seem like he was bringing war to the borders of their forest.....yet it was unmistakable that he had raped the blonde elf who had stumbled upon his location.

And now he was actually attempting to dress the wounds of the tougher, more aggressive one. And that was another thing that bothered her. When, if ever, had an elven maiden been allowed to act the way that one did? Certainly not after having been claimed. Such elves became submissive fuck dolls who were bred senseless by humans tired of their own women and looking for concubines.

Here he was now though.....her body scant inches from the doorway that he had left open upon returning to the cabin. The cold of winter would prove a discomfort to an elf, but lethal to a human. Yet he left it open anyway.

As if he knew she was there. He knew....and in his own mind, his actions defied her.

No. He couldn't have known it was her, though he certainly knew now that he was being watched. Couldn't have known that the one who had struck down his precious militant elf was long gone now, racing back to their treetop encampment to report and await further orders....not to mention a blistering scolding no doubt.

His supplies were meager at best....

"Master.....use these."

The blonde elf stepped into view and it was all she could do to not look away. Raped. Completely broken. The poor girl's eyes held nothing but admiration now, even as she offered up her own clothes for use in binding the poor girl's wounds.

"The rabbits are dressed. I have no seasonings, Master. Fear not, I will still make them taste good. Please concern yourself with my sister....."

The sound of tearing cloth caused their unseen observer to wince, still reeling from the appearance of the elven traveler and her willing sacrifice. With that, the boy just might be able to care for her. Still...she was in a weakened state for sure. From the looks of her armors, quite a bit of blood had been lost.....

That was all she was permitted to see however, as Bjorn stood slowly, and finally......

Closed the door.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Movement. Slow. Careful. Pain shot through her shoulder. It exploded into brilliant colors of red and oranges inside Myria’s head or was that behind her closed eyes? It throbbed. Her shoulder. From somewhere far away she thought she heard Master’s voice. Myria had to strain to hear the words.

"Do you have any healing skills, Sylvannia?"

Despite the pain creeping around her shoulder, Myria’s sense of humor remained intact.

By Danu, don’t let her try to take care of me. She’ll more than likely kill me than heal me.

Of course, the words were only in her head and weak at that. If Myria had seen Bjorn do what he did next, she would have cursed. Loudly. It was her lot to protect so if she got injured by way of protecting, so be it.

~~ ~~​

There was some part of Sylvannia’s mind that was resentful as Master climbed out of the tub to see to Myria. She was so enjoying his cock and looking forward to receiving his seed again and then Myria had to come busting through the door and fall face down on the floor. It was a flash of a thought before she, too crawled out of the tub and stood shivering as Master turned her sister to her back. Syl’s eyes widened in shock when she saw all the blood. He had asked her if she had any healing skills. She didn’t want to displease him but nor did she wish to lie to him. Of course she didn’t. They had come from a pampered home. There had been only the two of them and Myria seemed to excel at things Sylvannia didn’t. When asked to do something, Myria was always the first one to get it done, while, she, Sylvannia didn’t even try. Why should she do something that someone else was willing to do for her? Now, she wished she had paid better attention to her cooking lessons. She was determined to please Master in all things and maybe, just maybe, he would allow her to have his cock again and soon. Dressing the hares was a smelly, awful job, but she was determined to do it. Syl wanted to see the pleasure in Master’s eyes for a job well done. She didn’t even don her clothing after getting out of the tub though the cold air from the open door sent a chill racing across her skin. She wanted to be open and accessible to Master at all times. There was nothing to compare the slamming of his cock deep into her pussy unless he was stuffing it down her throat.

Sylvannia made short work of dressing the hares then spit them, setting them over the fire to roast. Shortly thereafter, the smell of roasting meat started to fill the cabin. Master had left the cabin and left the door open but he was quickly back with water for Myria, she was sure. She scurried to gather up her clothing and offering them to him to dress Myria’s wound with.

When Bjorn finally stood up and moved to shut the door, Sylvannia’s eyes adored him. He was magnificent. Her eyes lingered on his cock. She couldn’t wait to service him again. Soon. She hoped. Soon.

~~ ~~​

Yuri hurried back through the trees. Her mind was racing. She had been scolded and rightfully so. Because of her impulsive nature, she was now without weapons. First, she had given that traitorous elf her bow and then, by the irony of the gods, she had used her only remaining weapon on that very same elf. Had there been any other way? The warrior elf had threatened to take her captive. That could not be allowed. Surely, their chieftess would agree. Yuri paused outside of Ithia’s tree hut. Now that the time had arrived to report, Yuri wasn’t so sure that their leader was going to be so understanding. A nervous hand rose to knock on a closed door.

~~ ~~​

The door closed softly. It was enough to arouse Myria, who struggled to sit up and against the closest wall. Wincing as she did so.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she looked at the floor between her slightly splayed legs, “I failed you.”

She had failed to return as healthy as she had left.

She had failed to capture the elf in the trees.

Myria simply waited.

For her punishment.

 

[dryfter]

“I failed you.”

"Failed me how?"

There was the slightest hint of disbelief and wonder in his voice. Now how had she come to that conclusion. He hadn't missed how she relaxed her thighs, parted them along with her admission. It took a moment for him to realize the meaning. He had threatened her. Threatened to cast her aside as breeding fodder should she ever fail him.

She was waiting for his response even more than he was hers.

"You promised food. You brought back food. Even now, Sylvannia is preparing the rabbit for us. Not only that, but you brought back dire tidings, at great risk to yourself. That news alone could very well save us both. You did not fail, Myria. You did very well. Now hold still, that armor has to come off. Figures that the blade that struck you managed to find such a soft spot. Just a little more to the side and it would have struck your breastplate."

He took his time cleaning her wound. It wasn't the cleanest solution, but he scooped a handful of ash from the room's lone fireplace, rubbing it directly into the gaping wound despite an almost immediate cry from her. More was added, and again more, until the blood beneath it began to mat and clot finally. Only then after he was sure it had stopped for several minutes, did he begin to clean the deep gash in her shoulder.

Bjorn accepted the clothing from Sylvannia gratefully. Cloth was yet another thing that was in short supply here. The thought that the younger sister was so willing to sacrifice for the older was gone, however, the moment he matched gazes with her. This way, she would be able to entice him better....her nude and curvy frame constantly in view. The smoldering of the lust he had instilled in her was not missed by him either. Bjorn was careful to not completely render the garments useless, though Sylvannia would most certainly find the hem of her fancy dress to be a lot more scandalous now. Bjorn shrugged, in his mind he was only completing the job that a jaunt through the forest in such a frilly thing had begun.

"You are to take the bed, now, and without complaint. I don't want to hear a word out of you until you've eaten. There's plenty of water left, so drink your fill before you go."

The cabin was already beginning to fill with the smell of cooking meat. The young barbarian couldn't help himself, reaching out to give the chef's ass a sharp appreciative slap. The smoky look in her eyes as she turned to glance at him over a shoulder was all it took to make him remember the state of desire she had coaxed him into just a little while ago. The sight of her bending over to offer her ass to him didn't help matters either.

"We need you both fed, so make sure to eat your fill tonight as long as there is meat to go around. I'm not sure what our destination is, but we leave with the morning, and I need you both rested."

"But Master!"

While he could see the alarm in Myria's eyes, it was Sylvannia who had spoken.

"What about our woodland sisters? They would kill you on sight! Just look at what they've done to poor Myria!"

Bjorn's smile was unsettling at best to the young elf who had dared to question him. At least she had done so out of concern for his health, her sister's as well.

"They'll have other things to worry about. We'll just need to make good our escape. Myria's lost some blood, but a good meal will help, sleep even more so. We're going to need to run and run fast. Sylvannia....I need you to rack your brain for another place to move to. Surely there was something you encountered in your travels here? Something outside of the borders of the forest?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Failed me how?"

Myria’s head lifted slowly, her eyes finding his face. She swallowed.

“I failed to bring the Sylvan elf back to you. She could have been invaluable to you. It was the same one who gave me her bow.”

Myria winced and lifted a hand to her shoulder.

“I failed to be cautious. She threatened us. She threatened that we would never leave these woods. I should have taken her and brought her back to you. I thought I would be quicker.”

Her last sentence came to an abrupt halt as he took off her breastplate. Myria sucked in her breath and held it, at least until he started to clean her wound. her breath slowly escaped her lips. It stung like hell. She knew he had to clean it, but what was already raw and throbbing, now became fire. Stoically, she glanced off into the space somewhere over his shoulder. At one point, she twisted her head slightly in his direction and managed to murmur.

“This seems to becoming a habit, Master. You tending my wounds.”

She was remembering when they met.

Her fingers dug into her thigh to keep herself from crying out as he packed her wound with ash. It had been a lost cause. The ash was still slightly heated. Her wound, raw. The pressure of the ash being rubbed into her wound made her involuntarily cry out, albeit, softly.

Sylvannia, still naked, brought over her dress to offer it up as bandaging. Myria caught the look that passed between them. Her eyes skittered away from them and fastened on a wall across the small room.

"You are to take the bed, now, and without complaint. I don't want to hear a word out of you until you've eaten. There's plenty of water left, so drink your fill before you go."

Myria was about to protest, despite his command, then thought better of it. Instead, she managed to get to her feet and staggered off to the meager bed the room had to offer. In comparison to the bed she had first found herself in, this one, was more comfy. Sitting on the edge, she toed off her boots before swinging her legs up on the bed and with a bit of creative wiggling, managed to settle herself as commanded to do.

~~ ~~​

Sylvannia admitted it to herself. She was never happy unless all attention was on herself. She stood before the fire, turning the spitted hares so they wouldn't burn. She knew the line of her body were displayed in the firelight enticingly. The sudden slap on her ass, made her jump slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Her eyes made promises. Lusty. Desirous, promises. In a second, they both were remembering what had been going on before Myria had re-entered the cabin. Sylvannia ran her tongue over her lips. With seductive deliberation, she leaned over on the pretext of examining the crackling skin of the rabbits. The rounded firm cheeks of her ass pushed back, offering her master a tantalizing view. All of it, his for the taking. Anytime. Anywhere.

Bjorn’s next words brought both sets of feminine eyes to him. Surely he was being hasty. Myria held her counsel. Sylvannia spoke out.

"What about our woodland sisters? They would kill you on sight! Just look at what they've done to poor Myria!"

A smile crossed his lips and something in it was…..disconcerting. It wasn’t a pleasant or beguiling smile either. Master had something on his mind. Myria wanted to say something. Like, when the time came she wouldn’t be a deterrent to their travel. Despite her injury, she would be up, ready to go and even defend if the circumstances called for it. That was her function. Her usefulness. Defending those of their family and there was no mistake about it, they were a family unit now. Her eyes washed over him, standing there and she felt a wrench, deep in her gut. Even being injured did little to quell her desire for him. Her need to have him take her in any manner he chose. She swiftly looked away, swallowing hard and maneuvered her body onto its side. Rest had been his command and rest she would. She needed to conserve her strength for when it would be most needed. Besides, the look that passed between Sylvannia and him, spoke volumes. It was her he wanted and desired, for now. So be it.

Her eyes closed on a soft, tired, painful sigh. Rest. Until their evening meal was ready.

~~ ~~​

”…… Sylvannia....I need you to rack your brain for another place to move to. Surely there was something you encountered in your travels here? Something outside of the borders of the forest?"

Syl straightened before the fire, casting her body in light and shadows. Full breasts that were pert. The shadowy line of a small waist that a male’s hands could easily span. The curve of a rounded hip that silently spoke of child bearing. The curve of her buttocks in outline. Her feminine core, cast in shadow, beckoning him. All those things, she knew, Master could see and appreciate. He had asked her a question. She gave thought, still mindful of their dinner roasting over the fire.

“I came through the woods, Master. Surely the wood elves will have spread the word about us? But I do recall a cave not far from where I met a dryad. It is a couple days ride from here. I think I could find it again. There’s a pool of water toward the back and the cave is spacious enough. Will that due, Master?”

Then, as if compelled, she walked over to him and fell on her knees, her lips immediately touching the flesh between his thighs, coaxing his manhood to its full rigid length again.

 

[dryfter]

"You're a wicked, spoiled elf, aren't you?"

He could feel her pause for a moment, those lovely light purple eyes of hers suddenly raising in askance to his own.

"Yes. You. You seemed more concerned about getting my cock inside you than helping out your own dear sister. Hasn't she been the one who has protected you all your life?"

The words were harsh, but lacked the tone of a true scolding. He had given her the purpose of inciting his lusts after all. It just never occurred to him that such a purpose might grow into something else entirely.

"Myria and I will continue to pleasure ourselves, I will not turn her aside for you. You understand that, right? In fact, as long as you serve, neither of you will ever need to worry about being cast aside as I'm fully aware some other human men do when they grow bored of their elves."

He watched as she slowly responded in her own way, noted the dancing lights deep within her crystalline eyes and pondered their meaning.

"You will also not be the last one. I will rely on you to make newcomers feel welcome, not distant. This is not a competition. We're starting a....well....a family. You're the one I've chosen to carry my first born, though I'll punish you if I ever catch you holding that over Myria's head. I have my uses for Myria too, uses you couldn't hope to fulfill yourself."

It was hard to continue on with the speech as Sylvannia slid his full length into her warm waiting mouth once more. For a long moment, the only noise that issued forth from him was a long and pronounced groan. She was taking pleasure in this, this little elven minx, her tongue a fair dervish about his more sensitive parts....

"Do you understand me, wicked little elf? Work together with her. She's all you have right now. She...and I....."

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“I failed to bring the Sylvan elf back to you. She could have been invaluable to you. It was the same one who gave me her bow.”

The face came back to him almost instantly. He had risked a glance even back then, despite normally keeping his head down as if staring at the ground in defeat. She had been attractive. Even now his cock jumped slightly beneath his kilt. It would be nicely attentive when Sylvannia found it some time later.....

"Good. That means there's a defenseless little shadow out there somewhere. We'll find her. Or perhaps we'll bring her to us. For now however, we rest."

“I failed to be cautious. She threatened us. She threatened that we would never leave these woods. I should have taken her and brought her back to you. I thought I would be quicker.”

"You could not be cautious enough if you tried, Myria. This isn't your home. It is theirs. You were built to move upon the land, while they call the trees their home. We were over matched from the start."

It was true. They were at a horrible tactical disadvantage....and they all knew it. Perhaps none more so than the warrioress herself. Bjorn wished for a second that he had half of the combat training she had. Perhaps then he could think of some way out of this. Some spearhead that could be created to pierce the enemy lines, or perhaps some distraction that could allow their escape. But it would take more than a street magician's smoke and mirrors to get them out of this mess.....

“This seems to becoming a habit, Master. You tending my wounds.”

Bjorn joked softly, offering her a small smile as he rested her head upon his lap. "Someone has to, I'm afraid I've turned your sister into an insatiable creature of lust. Still...."

The barbarian risked a glance back towards the ruinated kitchen where the younger elf labored hard with the meat Myria had brought. He wasn't such a fool that he had forgotten about the keenness of elven hearing. No doubt she had heard every word. Though Bjorn was certainly taken aback when she turned and caught him glancing at her, tossing him a saucy wink from where she stood.....naked and waiting.....knowingly smirking as his gaze swept across her bare form.

"She's doing her best given the circumstances."

He reached down then, stroking her cheek before trailing a loose and scattered lock of dark hair back over her long, tapering ear.

"I'm always more than happy to care for you. Its the payment you receive for doing the same for me."

When Sylvannia came to offer her own clothing for bandaging, they were cut sparingly. A plan was formulating in his head now, a direct response to something he himself had said earlier. It wouldn't do to have his new pet freeze to death from her own alluring nakedness.

Bjorn didn't miss how Myria looked away from him....no....from them....almost as soon as he had allowed himself to take in the sexual appeal of her sister once more, Sylvannia openly flaunting herself coquettishly as he stared. But she was gone as quickly as she had come, no doubt knowing that this wasn't the time to continue testing her reproductive capabilities. Some things were simply more important....

"You don't like it when I look at her? Do you hate me for claiming your sister? Just look how happy she is now."

Of course he was off just a little. He had no clue what was going through Myria's head. But then....he was happy just to see her get up and go to the bed as he had commanded.

They would eat. They would sleep. They would deal with the wood elves tomorrow. If they were lucky, perhaps they would even catch one in the chaos he had planned. Were that to happen.....

He would become a ghost of the woods himself.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"You're a wicked, spoiled elf, aren't you?"

Sylvannia tipped her head back, her long, unbound hair slithering down her back and the ends touching the floor as her lips left him and her eyes looked up at him in all seeming innocence, as if to say… Who? Me?

"Yes. You. You seemed more concerned about getting my cock inside you than helping out your own dear sister. Hasn't she been the one who has protected you all your life?"

Her mauve toned eyes lowered from his for she knew he spoke the truth. Myria was someone she had taken for granted all her life. Someone who was there to handle things for her when need be. Myria would defend her, stand between her and their parents over something. She simply didn’t see any reason for anything to change now that she and Myria were reunited or now that HE was in both their lives. Sylvannia hadn’t forgotten why or how she had come to this, but it was a thought that hardly mattered anymore. She lived to please Master. He was virile and young. Strong and hard. Her fingertips brushed over her lower abdomen and hopefully, she already carried his child within her womb.

"Myria and I will continue to pleasure ourselves, I will not turn her aside for you. You understand that, right? In fact, as long as you serve, neither of you will ever need to worry about being cast aside as I'm fully aware some other human men do when they grow bored of their elves."

She tipped her head slightly to one side as she lifted her gaze to his face. Myria. Sylvannia fairly spat the word in her head. Myria this. Myria that. Myria was always capable. Except now, Myria refused to bear him a child. Syl wondered what sort of pact they had made between them to keep that from happening. Had Myria offered up her baby sister as brood mare so she didn’t have to become one herself? Sylvannia smirked slightly. Well and good. A child would bind her tighter to their master than anything Myria and he shared.

“I understand, Master. Forgive me if I have appeared thoughtless and uncaring.”

It couldn’t hurt to show humility even if Syl hadn’t a single stitch of it in her being.

"You will also not be the last one. I will rely on you to make newcomers feel welcome, not distant. This is not a competition. We're starting a....well....a family. You're the one I've chosen to carry my first born, though I'll punish you if I ever catch you holding that over Myria's head. I have my uses for Myria too, uses you couldn't hope to fulfill yourself."

Her fingers had pushed aside his kilt as she leaned in, her lips touching the warm column of male flesh the material had hidden. Lifting herself off the backs of her heels, her head dipped. Her lips parted and she took him into the warm, wet interior of her hungry mouth, sliding his hardness along the surface of her tongue until her lips met with the base of his cock. The head tapped and slid against the back of her throat. Her tongue lapped at his underside as he continued to speak.

"Do you understand me, wicked little elf? Work together with her. She's all you have right now. She...and I....."

She prayed he did not require her to answer. That, was a bit of impossibility at the moment.

~~ ~~​

Myria laid on her side, eyes closed, listening to Bjorn lecturing her sister for all the good it would do him. He would learn. Eventually. Sylvannia always got her way. She simply failed to understand the Master’s concept. Even though, she, Myria didn’t fully understand it yet herself, she was starting to. He meant to build his own dynasty. Yet, his children would not become slaves in the mines nor would he cast off his females and give them to other males who may yet join them. It didn’t matter. Sylvannia meant to stand at his side no matter what and there was no room for another female there. Oh, she would be gracious and loving to watching eyes but in the depths of her mind dwelt a viper. Syl may not be able to stop him from coupling with herself or any other female elf he took but she would always be smug in the fact that she bore Master’s first child.

Myria’s thoughts turned back to the brief exchange between herself and Master. He had guided her head to his lap while telling his protector that her sister was doing her best. If only he knew. Myria couldn’t tell him. He wouldn’t believe her, instead he would probably think her merely jealous. The touch of his fingers across her cheek made her sigh and close her eyes.

"You don't like it when I look at her? Do you hate me for claiming your sister? Just look how happy she is now."

Myria didn’t open her eyes. She knew Sylvannia all too well. Of course she was happy.

“It is not for me to like or dislike how you look at Sylvannia as much as it is not for me to decide who you claim as your own.”

Myria’s voice was almost a whisper. She, herself, had her own place in Bjorn’s life. It was something they both could live with and it was simple. She protected him, Sylvannia and any others that came into the fold. Children and females alike. Now and then, he would come to her and in the end, he would spill his seed anyplace else but in her womb. She was content that it was so, wasn’t she? Then why had she felt such a deep wrenching ache when she knew or saw him reach his own peak buried deep in her sister’s body? Was she jealous of her own sister? Those were questions she didn’t have answers to at this time. With a deeply indrawn breath, Myria struggled to her feet and stumbled over to the bed to lie down and rest as commanded.

~~ ~~​

Several hours later, Myria was awakened by a soft shaking at her shoulder. Rolling over with a soft grunt of mild, annoying pain, she brushed her hair out of her eyes to find Sylvannia looming over her with a glint of satisfaction her eyes and holding out a portion of the cooked rabbit.

“Master says you need to eat, Myria. I brought you some food.”

Myria struggled to sit up and leaned back against the wall, reluctantly taking the rabbit from her sister.

“Thank you, Sylvannia.”

“Think nothing of it, Sister. I don’t.”

Sylvannia flounced off across the room, her backside swaying as she rejoined Bjorn, picked up her own piece of meat and began eating. There was a catlike satisfaction in Sylvannia’s eyes that was easy to read. A certain amount of gloating as well and they both knew why.

Myria picked the cooked meat off the bone and ate in silence. When she was done, she set the bone on the floor before licking her fingers clean, then eased back down onto the bed and closed her eyes. Until Sylvannia found and was secure in her role in Master’s life, life for Myria was going to be hell. Just what she needed on top of everything else.

Master was up to something. He had some sort of plan. She was sure of it. Right now, her job was to rest and heal. Myria knew that whatever he had in mind, she, herself, was going to be in the thick of it and to do that, she needed to sleep. She regulated her breathing and let thoughts simply wander into her mind. Thoughts of rough fingertips brushing against her cheek, of lips on her skin, the surge of his body against hers…. and she slept, whisked away into a dream world where there were no consequences or fears or prejudices.

 

[dryfter]

“Think nothing of it, Sister. I don’t.”

If it had just been the tone in her voice, the way she put extra inflection on that one word.....perhaps he might have let it pass, as much as he was enjoying his own portion of meat. He hadn't missed for a moment that his was bigger than either of their own. He had not demanded such a thing from Sylvannia, and yet, he was not displeased in the slightest to see it as such. So long as the they themselves were getting enough nourishment as well. Especially Myria who now had an injury to heal from.

Yet as quickly as his desire to praise her came, it passed. Did she think he was stupid? That he would allow such petty, underhanded barbs as his newest pet was slinging? The thought alone that Sylvannia would torment her older sister in such a moment of weakness, after she had risked everything to return to them.....

"You know Sylvannia....."

He felt the younger elf pause, no doubt her mind all a flutter from the silken, promising tones in which he addressed her. Surely he hadn't forgotten how she flaunted herself nude before him. She no doubt considered herself the only one capable of servicing his....needs.....now that Myria had to be pampered.

"If she dies. So do you. Even if I have to kill you myself."

The gloating face on the elf slipped the moment the words registered. Perhaps it was the coldness in which the statement was delivered, it surely couldn't have been from the soft smile that played upon his lips.

"And please remember how quickly fortune turns. You may think yourself my favorite at the moment. How would you feel after I've let another man have his way with you for sport or for breeding. Myria of course would stay pure, belonging only to me. She already knows the price for disobedience. Did you see how scared she was when she showed up bleeding on our doorstep thinking she had failed me?"

He continued on, knowing full well that he had the younger elf's attention.

"But you....it seems I never instilled the fear of punishment in you, did I? I could always return to my clanhold. They're quite upset with me at the moment for refusing to share Myria with them. Perhaps I could make amends by having you entertain them for a night or two?"

The words were delivered flippantly, but the gaze fixed upon her was as cold as ice.

"Failure to please them isn't death either by any means. There's always the dogs."

He rose from where he had been seated, casting aside the small number of bones that had come with the repast. At least she had the good sense to shrink away from him when he stood before her, obviously angry.

"Do remember this, when I tell you not to torment your sister. The very least that I could do with you is not lay with you for a whole month and let you question just how effective your methods of seduction really are. Worse yet, if I were done with you now that I've sown my seed into your wanton belly."

His eyebrows furrowed softly as the eyes beneath them narrowed dangerously.

"If I give you an order, you are to comply and obey, not find a furtive way around it to satisfy yourself. Here is another thought for you.....one day.....I hope to possess a dark elf in my....."family". Pray I don't give you to her."

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They fled with the morning light.

As much as he had expected it, no arrow found his back. There was no sharp cry from either of his elves as they stumbled, the ground rushing up to accept their final breath.

The cabin behind them roared its distraction.....a parting gift of flame to the woodland assassins he knew would be all too anxious to keep his offering from consuming their home.

Bjorn kept a careful eye on Myria. Though it would be tiresome, especially with her armor, he was prepared to carry her if he had to. But so far, the warrioress had been too proud....or perhaps stubborn.....to stumble even once. The newly humbled Sylvannia kept a quiet eye open as they fled.

"I'm counting on you, Sylvannia."

Hers were the eyes not clouded by pain, and she knew it. How strange was it then.....for him to be leaning on her, if even just a little. He was beginning to guess just how spoiled of a bitch she might have been before he had taken her as his own. Bjorn was curious to see how she reacted to a role of any importance. A blade that had yet to be tempered.....could still become a blade.

If it didn't shatter.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"You know Sylvannia..... “

The blonde elf stopped eating and looked at her master.

"If she dies. So do you. Even if I have to kill you myself."

Sylvannia stopped eating and barely managed to swallow the mouthful she had. He was serious. She could tell by his tone of voice. It was cold, hard and flat.

"And please remember how quickly fortune turns. You may think yourself my favorite at the moment. How would you feel after I've let another man have his way with you for sport or for breeding. Myria of course would stay pure, belonging only to me. She already knows the price for disobedience. Did you see how scared she was when she showed up bleeding on our doorstep thinking she had failed me?"

Her eyes widened fearfully. Would he do that to her? Give her to another man so that he could have his way with her? Her leg of rabbit fell unheeded into her lap. She would feel disgraced. Syl’s eyes fled to her sister’s form reclining on the bed at his last question. Sylvannia could only guess what punishment he had threatened Myria with and her guess would probably be correct. His next words turned her blood cold.

"But you....it seems I never instilled the fear of punishment in you, did I? I could always return to my clanhold. They're quite upset with me at the moment for refusing to share Myria with them. Perhaps I could make amends by having you entertain them for a night or two?"

She wasn’t a whore. She wasn’t. The threat from him of giving her to someone else or many to use was sobering. He said it so easily as if she mattered truly so little to him but he had said next, truly made her cower. Her eyes left his face and slid to the floor to remain there.

"Failure to please them isn't death either by any means. There's always the dogs."

He would allow that? She swallowed hard, gripping her fingers tightly together. She dared a peek at his face from her lashes. So cold and remote. Syl didn’t like it, not one bit. She rather be in his favor. When he got up from where he was sitting, she shrunk away from him as he towered over her.

"Do remember this, when I tell you not to torment your sister. The very least that I could do with you is not lay with you for a whole month and let you question just how effective your methods of seduction really are. Worse yet, if I were done with you now that I've sown my seed into your wanton belly."

That made her squirm. At the very least was the thought of him not lying with her and only with Myria. The thought of them twined together, master pounding into her sister’s body, making her whimper and there being nothing for her, Sylvannia, in the end, made her whimper. It wasn’t to be born. His last words, drew her eyes back to his face.

"If I give you an order, you are to comply and obey, not find a furtive way around it to satisfy yourself. Here is another thought for you.....one day.....I hope to possess a dark elf in my....."family". Pray I don't give you to her."

Sylvannia felt alarm slither down her spine. She had heard stories of dark elves. Dark stories. For the rest of the night she was quiet and withdrawn.

~~ ~~​

Myria paused to glance over her shoulder, disbelief shone from her amethyst eyes. He had set fire to the cabin and the fire was spreading rapidly to the forest ringing it. Under the guise of the smoke, the three of them fled. Myria brought up the rear, allowing Sylvannia to lead, Bjorn to follow. Her shoulder still pained her but she refused to show any sign of weakness. She couldn’t afford to. Their lives were at stake.

"I'm counting on you, Sylvannia."

Master’s words rang through her mind. Their security rested in her hands. They scrambled over rock and dirt. Up hills and over them. Myria kept a wary eye out. She knew they had been watched earlier but were they still? Or had Bjorn’s fire consumed the attention of the tree elves? More than likely it was the latter and for now, they could make good their escape but that didn’t stop Myria from keeping her guard up. They slipped through the forest unheeded. Sylvannia paused now and then to get her bearings straight before heading toward the base of a mountain some distance away. It wasn’t until nightfall, the following day, when she found it.

“Here! Master! It’s here.”

Syl rushed to the partially hidden entrance of a cave. Bjorn caught up with Sylvannia as she entered the cave. He waited for Myria, who paused to look around before she, too, entered. It was dark but somewhere in the darkness, Myria could hear the sound of water dripping further back beyond where they currently were. The warrioress stopped.

“I’ll go out and retrieve some firewood and see what kind of wild life I can scare up for a meal.”

Her shoulder was throbbing and felt like it was on fire but there were things that needed to be done before they could all settle in for the night or even the winter for that matter. She had no time to reflect on pain, only the need to push past it and carry on. While she didn’t want to leave Sylvannia here in the dark by herself, it was probably the safest place for her to be.

“Master? I will need your help, I’m afraid.”

 

[dryfter]

"You will stay here."

He wouldn't have it. Wouldn't hear any of it. Bjorn knew full well that Myria was still in pain. A part of him doubted she'd even be able to draw back the string of her bow with that shoulder wound. And yet, she felt obligated to try until he told her otherwise. Obligated to provide and protect. That was what he had instilled in the proud warrioress.

And so he wasn't surprised in the least by the look of surprise on her face. He didn't even know how to use the bow she had procured for them. Would they starve? Surely one foodless night wouldn't kill them, but it would most certainly sour their mood.

"I'll go find us food."

The sound of alarm was enough to cause a small echo throughout the cave. Bjorn was resolute. He still had his spear, and he had his elven blade at his side in case he really did have to defend himself from something.

"Sylvannia. I want you to do what you can to make a fire, that will be yours and Myria's job. I won't have either of you freezing on cold stone if I can help it. I hate the thought that I have to ask either of you to do so for even one night. It might give away our location, but at least this place you've found is more defensible."

And with that, he was gone, stepping once more into the frosty tundra beyond. Dead leaves crunched underfoot, hardened by the hoarfrost heralding the coming winter. With any luck and a whole lot of patience, he too could bring home some food. Though truth be told, he'd have to be a lot hungrier than what he was currently to stomach eating anything he caught raw.

The fire he had set to torch their old, very temporary home ensured that most wildlife would be long gone from this area. Had Myria been in better health, he had no doubt that she would have realized this as well. Or perhaps she had and simply felt it her duty to try anyway. Either way, Bjorn felt that in this case, now as he hovered above the icy waters of a stream they had been forced to ford earlier......his spear might be better suited for hunting than Myria's bow. It was a rare instance, but one he wouldn't quibble from.

He stood there, gazing down upon the darkening waters at his feet for hours, until his toes were as icy as the stone he stood upon. More than once he had wished, prayed, to have the vision his two pets had. Not that the gods would answer. In the end, he was happy to settle for three small fish. The hunt wasn't a failure.....he could return with his head held high after all.

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It was enough to quell his rumbling stomach, though he had practically forced the largest of the fish upon Myria. He wouldn't have it any other way. Thankfully, even Sylvannia took his side on this.....their own portions in hand, and devoured posthaste in testament to their hunger. A hunger he knew motivated Myria too. It was only a matter of time before she ate as well.

"We can't stay here. It will do for now. But when winter truly closes its fist about this place we will freeze. We've no blankets, nothing to keep warm but our own bodies."

Not that he was complaining at the moment. Certainly not with two lovely, curvaceous women clinging to him from either side. One rubbing herself surrepticiously against him, as if the other wouldn't notice.

"I tire of running."

There was sadness in his voice. Yet determination as well. He could feel Myria stiffen against him even as Sylvannia pressed herself harder in search of his warmth.

"We will leave this forest. And the two of you will show me what you know of elven lands and settlements. If we can find another such abandoned place, than so be it. If not....there is more than one way to take a home for ourselves."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"You will stay here."

Myria stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to face the other two. A strenuous protest died on her lips. While she wasn’t about to admit that their trek to this cave had taken a lot out of her, she also let the protest die on her lips. The look in Bjorn’s eyes and the set of his jaw told her to keep silent this once. This was something she wasn’t going win around him. Her eyes dropped from his.

“Yes, Master.”

It didn’t set well with her at all that she couldn’t carry out her assigned duties.

"Sylvannia. I want you to do what you can to make a fire, that will be yours and Myria's job. I won't have either of you freezing on cold stone if I can help it. I hate the thought that I have to ask either of you to do so for even one night. It might give away our location, but at least this place you've found is more defensible."

Both women replied simultaneously.

“Yes, Master.”

Myria cast her sister a wary glance. She prayed Sylvannia wouldn’t take advantage of their master being gone to make mischief. Myria’s patience had a short chain. She could only pray that his chastisement of her sister had sunk in and the hope that the girl believed him. The warrioress watched him leave and only after he had disappeared from sight did she head for the mouth of the cave.

“Come Sylvannia, let us go gather wood for the fire. You will leave the bigger pieces to me.”

Myria paused just outside, not waiting for Sylvannia but to follow, with her eyes, the tracks their master had left in his wake. Finding prey now, would not be an easy thing, considering the fire he had provoked to cover their escape. Myria slipped back into the cave and picked up a pouch after emptying it of its contents which had been very little to begin with.

“Are you coming?”

Myria spared Syl a glance.

“You go on without me. Master said I was to make the fire,” she shrugged negligently, “ you bring me back the wood and I’ll make the fire. Besides,” her palms slid over her flat stomach, “ you wouldn’t want me to take the chance of losing the babe I might be carrying, do you?”

Myria slipped the bag over her head, easing the strap across her injured shoulder. She could stand here and argue with Sylvannia and get nowhere or she could march over to her sister, fist the girl’s hair and yank her to her feet, but that could easily mean inciting Master’s displeasure. Instead, she turned on her heel and headed back out of the cave again. This time, trekking through the woods to gather what wood she could carry in her arms before she returned to deposit the load at Sylvannia’s feet. Myria stared down at her sister.

“Here’s your wood, get busy. I’ll fetch more.”

On this second trip into the woods, Myria gathered fewer pieces but they were bigger ones. She dropped them against a wall of the cave, turning without a single word to Sylvannia , who was now kneeling close to the opening of their enclosure, trying to start a fire.

“Myria, could you----“

Her older sister whirled on her sister.

“Do not even say it, Sylvannia. You were taught as I was in how to make a fire. By your own words, this is a chore Master tasked you with. I suggest you get busy and make it happen. You would not want Master to become displeased with you, would you?”

With that parting barb, Myria left again, staggering out into the snow one last time. She could do this. She had to do this. Once more she gathered dead wood in her arms and started back to the cave and stopped quickly as she noticed the bushes to her left. Snow covered the branches but maybe, just maybe, there might still be berries underneath. Dropping the wood, Myria moved to shake off the snow from the berry bushes she had found by accident. There weren’t a lot of berries left but enough to become their meal if Master came back empty-handed. At least they would have something to eat and if he came back with something, they had the berries to supplement their meal or to save them for the morning meal. Myria stuffed as many as she could into the bag before her fingers got so cold she couldn’t feel them anymore. Then, she bent over and slowly picked up her last load of wood and shuffled back to the cave. The wood was dropped with the what she had brought in before. Sylvannia, she had found, had started the fire. Myria dropped to the floor and leaned against a wall, gingerly removing the bag from her person. Setting it beside her, she drew up her knees and rested her head upon them, willing away the sickness in her stomach.

Master had forced the larger fish upon her and her protests had fallen on deaf ears. Even Sylvannia had chimed in. Though Myria was not fooled by her sister. Sylvannia was hoping that Myria would not report to their master what had happened earlier. Her two companions had devoured their meal and while Myria had held out, now, she had little choice but to eat what she was given. The berries she had given to Bjorn to decide if they would eat them or save them for morning. All three huddled together for warmth.

"We can't stay here. It will do for now. But when winter truly closes its fist about this place we will freeze. We've no blankets, nothing to keep warm but our own bodies."

Silence followed his words. Then he spoke again.

"I tire of running."

She knew what he meant. It would be nice to find some solid protective shelter before the snows set in, in earnest.

"We will leave this forest. And the two of you will show me what you know of elven lands and settlements. If we can find another such abandoned place, than so be it. If not....there is more than one way to take a home for ourselves."

Myria’s knowledge of the land was far more extensive than Sylvannia’s simply for the fact of what she was. A fighter. She had seen more than one battle in her lifetime. Sylvannia, on the other hand, had only her jaunts into the woods with guards when she was bored to fall back on. Still, Syl had found this place when she had come searching for Myria. It was something. It got them out of the elements even though it was still quite cold. Master had built up the fire but it served more to keep the beasts away than it did to warm them. At least, for this night, that was so. She was so tired and in pain. Pain, she bore stoically. Curling up close to Master, she fell into an unease sleep. Tomorrow she would draw him a map of what she knew. For now, she sought escape from the pain in sleep.

~~ ~~​

It was the smoke that woke her. Someone had stoked the ambers of last night’s, coaxing it into a crackling small blaze and a soft wind had blown the smoke back into the cave. Sitting up, Myria experimentally rolled her shoulder. There was a bit of stiffness and soreness, but her wound was much better. A quick glance around showed her that she was presently alone. The soft sound of Sylvannia’s voice floated from the back of the cave where Myria had heard the drip of water when they had entered yesterday. Of Bjorn, there was no sign of. Getting to her feet, Myria strode toward the back of the cave and found her sister sitting in a small pool of water from which steam rose. Sylvannia was naked, of course. Myria hitched a leg up, resting a foot on a small cropping of rock, leaning forward slightly as she rested a forearm upon her thigh.

“Where’s Master this morning, Sylvannia?”

The blonde elf turned her head, her eyes wandering over Myria as she scrubbed her skin with a bit of sand from the bottom of the pool.

“I have no idea, Myria. I thought he was still sleeping curled around you. That’s how I found him when I woke up. I decided to let you both sleep and wandered back this way and found the pool. A bath sounded good to me. My muscles still hurt from the fucking Master gave me.”

Sylvannia emphasized the word fucking slightly. She was staring at Myria’s face. To her credit, Myria didn’t even flinch.

“My shoulder’s much better. I’ll go see if I can find us something for breakfast.”

Myria turned from the pool and headed back the way she had come, snatching up her bow and arrows as she went. Her shoulder wasn’t anywhere near being healed, but hopefully, she could manage to fire an arrow or two. Maybe set a few snares. While gathering wood, she had found some rabbit tracks in the snow as well and though the first snows had covered bushes and trees, she might find a few herbs if she dug in the right place.

As the snow crunched under her boots, Myria could still hear the sadness in Master’s voice. Glancing up into the cold grey haze of the morning, her breath nothing more than a puff of smoke in the air, she realized she was tired too. Winter was coming. It would be good to be settled somewhere so she could hunt and food could be put away for the deeper days of the season. Soon. Her mind rolled through scenery and places she had been or scouted.

 

[dryfter]

That bastard. That human piece of refuse. That son of a goblin sired orc!

The tracks were easy to follow now that she had found the trail. She would have preferred a blood trail, but it seemed that the human knew at least something about tending wounds. Or had it been the other elf who had done it, had repaired the warrioress' ruined shoulder? Yuri winced slightly in disgust as she realized that all it would take is a single command from him.

The net had been spreading. Her sisters had been mobilized, her included, weaponless now as she was. Her shame had been great, the sylvan could feel the condescending glares of her fellows upon her as she returned to the chieftess and reported all that she had learned.

But even as the first of their numbers had begun to draw near to where she knew the trio of interlopers to be.......Kenja, the watcher left behind, had met them. Eyes wide with alarm, the elven ranger spoke swiftly yet concisely, without a single one of them flinching despite their sister's openly displayed panic. That was until the one word they dreaded the most was uttered.....

Fire. The fucking human had set the cabin ablaze.

Now they could pursue, or they could join as one to prevent the conflagration from spreading into something they couldn't hope to control. With a silent wave of their leader's hand, two of them raced to the east. They would need the druids, and with them, their control of the water spirits....if they were to keep damage to a minimum.

"Go after them, Yuri."

The words were spoken softly, yet the auburn haired elf that received them knew them to be absolute. With a soft nod of assent, the wood elf was gone, the game afoot.

That had been until she had reached the edge of the forest. They had begun their move some time ago it had seemed. Now it was far too late to pursue them within the comforting confines of the forest's multicolored canopy.

Tentatively, one shapely leg extended, the ranger shivering slightly as her weight settled upon it. She had never known the lands beyond her forest, and yet she would not fail her chieftess a second time.

A soft sigh slipped past apprehensive lips. Already she felt too out in the open, too much of a target.

Yet no less silent of a shadow. A second later and she was gone again. There was still game afoot.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Covered with snow, Myria lay on the ground, watching and waiting. The tracks of quail led right past where she was. It was a gamble, she knew. Would the birds come by here again? Had they become fodder for bigger, stronger prey? The tracks weren’t more than a day old. Still visible if one knew how to look. To take her mind off the cold, she was thinking about the possibilities of places they could all move to. Time marched on and just as Myria was about to give up, she heard snow crunching under a booted foot, making her go very, very still. It was the wood elf! Myria’s eyes narrowed. She owed the wood elf a comeuppance for the wound in her shoulder. The tree elf was clearly out of her element and she certainly looked it. She moved stealthily across the more open expanse though the tension involved by doing so, was easily discernible. The elf was obviously tracking them. Now and then she’d pause to look around, bending over to study the ground. The fire hadn’t given them a large start apparently. Myria mentally sighed. Taking this elf was not going to happen easily but what a prize for her master this would be and maybe, just maybe, it would take the wind out Sylvannia’s ego. Myria watched the elf, she was trim, limber and sleek with muscles. They couldn’t afford to let the elf report back to her sisters and it was up to Myria to keep her from doing so.

~~ ~~​

Lyeth was on her hands and knees on the bed, the male elf was behind her, his hands on her hips pulling them back against his groin as he surged forward, plunging his cock deep into her belly with something akin to desperation and lust. His lovely queen’s full breasts hung down, swaying with the force of his thrusts.

“Are you ready to receive me, My Queen?”

He leaned over her, his hands finding the full globes and palming them, giving them a squeeze as he ground himself against her buttocks. Their mingled moans and grunts filled the air.

“Feel me,” he whispered harshly in her ear, “feel the length of me pressing up inside you. Feel the head of my cock pressing against the entrance to your womb.”

She could feel him slide against her, pushing. There was a mingling of pain and pleasure as he did so. She shifted on the bed, spreading her thighs just a little wider. Her ass arching high in the air and pressing against his abdomen. His hips pulled back and paused momentarily before they slammed forward again. He could feel her cervix quiver. Lyeth’s forehead touched the mattress as her head lowered, a soft half painful, delirious moan left her lips.

“Take it, My Queen. Take my offering deep into your womb and let me be the one that breeds within you a male child.”

He pressed deeper and she could feel the rippling along his length just before she felt the hotness of his seed splash against the opening of her womb. Instinctively, her hips pressed hard back against him, grinding. She whimpered her pleasure, her hands fisting the sheets below her as her own body convulsed, drawing his seed deeper into her. For an eternal moment they hung there, suspended in time. His body urgently pressed against her, his cock spurting and twitching inside her as she convulsed around him, rippling and tugging until neither could maintain their standing and both collapsed on the bed, together, sweaty and slick, a testament to their mating ritual.

Now, only time would tell.

They both felt the burden of their responsibility.

~~ ~~​

Myria was on the move, tracking the tree elf. The tracker was now the tracked. Her lips twitched in slight amusement. Abruptly she stilled. The woodland elf had stopped dead in her tracks and was glancing around. Listening, apparently. Myria knew the female hadn’t heard her. So what had the other elf on alert? Myria was barely breathing.

From behind the elf and slightly to her left, loomed a lumbering dark, shaggy creature. A bear. Evidently this one was a late sleeper. Most were already tucked into their dens, snoring away. The bear froze in its tracks having spotted the elf. Its snout lifted. The elf didn’t move. She didn’t even turn her head. The bear shuffled closer. It was then the elf pivoted and ran, swiftly. Myria silently cursed her luck and glared at the bear. She was tempted to shoot it with her bow and arrows but given her weakened state, she knew that at best, she would weaken it, not killing. It was too bad on two counts. They could use the meat and the fur and her chance for taking the elf had vanished. Myria slinked back the way she had come, erasing her tracks in the snow and periodically watching the bear, who was now more interested in pawing at a nearby berry bush.

Myria was returning to their cave without food but not completely empty-handed. She had news of the woodland elf to impart to her master.

 

[dryfter]

Yuri froze.

Auburn locks, so out of place now that she was out of the kaleidoscope of colors her forest had become, even so late into the season.....floated wildly on the softest breeze as the sylvan elf spun. It hadn't been a sound. The elf had been way too good to let go with a slip up like that. It had been a feeling.....

The feeling of having been watched had been bothering her for a while.

It was undeniable. Unmistakable. The fleeing backside of another elf. One who's skin was the pale hues of moonlight itself, one that Yuri knew well. The question then was.....was she the tracker? Or had this human had his pets on the lookout for her the whole time? The ranger gritted her teeth, yet plugged on. What choice did she have? Not only did the bitch now have BOTH of her weapons, but her leader had personally ordered her to rectify the shame of their taking. To prove herself not completely useless....yes....useless....and bring back a detailed report of where the human had fled so that they could find him with all their righteous vengeance now that the flames that had cloaked his retreat had begun to die down. Just the thought of how far he had gone in his ruse had her bristling with anger again.

She wasn't about to let the warrioress get away. She had been seen, so what? Just from the actions of her spy, Yuri could tell that she herself hadn't expected to be seen. Let's just see how far the mouse traveled before her mouse hole appeared.

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He hadn't been avoiding Sylvannia. He had flat out refused her advance.

Bjorn could see the shock on her face as well as he strode past her, completely ignoring the scent of her freshly cleaned body. He was displeased, by the mere thought that she was coming on to him only because the older sister wasn't around. Not that he would have had any part in tormenting Myria had she actually been there. Still....he would have been a fool to not notice the tension between the two of them when he was present. Myria had eaten his fish after all.....yet Sylvannia's jealousy had been clearly written on her face.

He breathed easier when Myria finally returned. Though it only took a glance to realize that for the first time.....his pet had returned without any game at all. Had the hunt truly been that bad? No matter. It was only one day. Bjorn had gone far longer without food. He wasn't about to consider himself spoiled just because he had an elf who had shown a much stronger aptitude towards hunting than he himself had.

The fact that he had brought them both fish had done much to salvage his own human pride. Bjorn took a deep breath and stepped forward. There had to be a reason for this.....even if it was his own fire had scared away the local game.

He wanted to hear it from her first hand.