Prisoner of the Magus

God, his body felt so hard beneath her own slender form. Her breasts and groin seemed so sensitised as they pressed against him, both flaring with a heat that made her quiver visibly. That she should be offering herself to The Magus, the nightmare her people had feared for so many years seemed unreal, as did the patience with which he directed her.

"Okay now just raise yourself up."

His smile encouraged her to ease upwards, his hands assisting, guiding, positioning her as she did so.

"Now take hold of me and press the tip to your wonderful entrance."

She flushed at his words, her hand extending shyly to encircle the tip of his vast member.

"When you are ready simply press yourself down. You nay need to move up and down a bit once I'm inside to open you up a bit more."

The prospect of getting all of him inside her was more than daunting.

"Just go easy it will be wonderful."

She allowed herself to believe him as she guided his tip towards her tightness, moving her body to raise and angle it until the head of him met with her tiny entrance.

"Ohhhhh... "

She gasped at the sensation seared through her, the intensity of the touch of that tip taking her by surprise. She raised her eyes to his not knowing if such a reaction as normal upon first contact, then began to rock her body gently allowing him to advance slowly, the girth of him stretching her impossibly, yet somehow she managed to ease him into her entrance.

"Uhhnn... oh my god... "

He felt massive, yet her body was managing to take him.

"... help me ... "

She asked him as she attempted to grind down onto him.

" .. uhmmm ... push up inside me ... "

He felt amazing, but she knew that she had to attempt to relax her body so that she could allow him more access.
 
Magus hissed as she slowly began to sink him inside of her. She was hot inside. Hot, soft and very tight. It was amazing and nearly made him lose all sense of self control. His fingers balled into the sheets to keep from forcing her down on his girth. Each inch he sunk into her was incredible, like being wrapped in a silky velvet sheath of pleasure.

He didn't know how long she worked gently down his length but eventually her hips came to rest against his. Then they were still...mostly. her velvet folds rippled and caressed him as if trying to figure out what the fuck had invaded their sanctum. Magus looked into her eyes and smiled, "Its wonderful my dear." He breathed. "Can you feel how wonderful this is?"
 
He still allowed her to set the pace, but nudged his cock upwards helping her as she moved so slowly and somehow, that impossible shaft found its way up inside her until she remained still, entirely impaled by him. She felt so ... full ... her body stretched wider than surely it was ever intended to, but the heat and the contact, somehow her walls remained slick enough to enable his penetration, but now buried in her as he was, she felt her body settle and clamp around him.

"Its wonderful my dear. Can you feel how wonderful this is?"

She nodded.

"I've never felt anything like this before ..."

She told him. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel comfortable and yet it did feel incredible to have her sex rippling as if in constant effort to accommodate the massive member which she had allowed to be inserted inside her. And as they remained immobile she could feel him throb, feel the occasional nudge, each of which sent a chain of sensation through her body and made her catch her breath.
 
Magus throbbed powerfully inside her. She felt just incredible it was beyond anything he could name. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, slidi g her partly off of his pole. He felt her walls cling around him as he slid out as if they didn't want him to go. He shivered under her with the pleasure of it all. Then he pushed her back down and actually felt her body have to reopen to accept him once again.

He moved her up and down a bit more before dropping his hands. "Keep moving, up and down, nice and easy." He commanded. His eye focused on her breasts, delighted by the way they heaved with her breaths and her motions. Gently his hand ran over her breasts and belly and back again. Touching her was a delight on its own.
 
His strong hands captured her hips and easily raised her body away from his. Andria gasped as his length slowly ease out of her, the friction caused by the clinging of her walls was incredible. Yet this was nothing compared the sensation as he pushed back up inside her again. The stroke was steady and unhurried and demanded that her body open up to allow the advance of his girth an length until he was buried in her again. She groaned as he repeated the actions, his hands moving her body up and down his shaft. Her sex clung tightly to him feeling the power of him, even as her body accommodated, even welcomed that movement inside her.

"Keep moving, up and down, nice and easy."

His words were an order, but one she immediately obeyed, not wanting to lose the wonderful sensation of him moving so deeply within her. Easily she moved her body to rise up and then using gravity to slowly lower herself, she allowed him to push back up inside her again. Flushed with that success, she continued to rock her body, lifting, lowering, slowly. His touch upon her breasts, upon her abdomen made her pussy contract tightly even as her body flared with increased heat.

"OHhhh .... that feels... so .... so ... good ... "

She gasped aroused by his touch and by the way his massive member dragged in and out of her as she rode him slowly.
 
Magus sat up and locked his lips to her breast. His tongue flicked and twirled around her nipple, tasting her. She moved well on her own, and now she was drenching him with her nectars. This allowed her movements to become easier, smoother, and faster. Her motions pumped his cock in and out of her now. Her walls slipped back and forth along his length, causing his balls to tightenand tingle.

He grunted as his cock swelled even more within her. He was getting close but he refused to let himself go yet. Not until she was addicted to his invasion would he allow himself release. Fuck it was hard to hold that back though, her every moment seemed to be trying to suck his release out of him. He grunted into her breast to let out his pleasure and keep under control.

When he thought he couldn't contain himself any longer he grabbed her hips and groaned, "Stop for a second." He shivered under her. "You're going to make me explode too soon. And that would be a crime."

He lifted her off his cock, letting himself fall out of her with a wet noise. He patted the bed beside them and told her. "Lay down and spread your legs for me."
 
She cried out as his mouth went to her breast, the suction felt incredible and made her body jolt and pussy tighten still more. And yet her arousal made her wall slick and allowed her to move more quickly allowing his entire length to stroke in and out of her in a way that made her pant and groan.

If anything it felt as if he grew within her! The Magus began to groan, his sounds combining with hers as the two increased the pace of their 'breeding'.
No longer was she reluctant or wary. Eagerly she welcomed the push of his member, the way he filled and stretched her. Her breasts ached, her body was flushed with heat and pleasure as she instinctively pursued a climax she was not yet even aware of.

"Stop for a second."

His hands stopped the advance of her hips and took her by surprise.

"You're going to make me explode too soon. And that would be a crime."

His words reassured her, yet as he lifted her clear of his cock, she found that she missed the feeling of having buried up inside her.

"Lay down and spread your legs for me."

He told her bringing a hot blush to her cheeks. Yet she never considered not doing as he requested and moved backwards onto his bed, easing up until her entire body was in the middle of the vast bed, then lay back and slowly eased her legs apart, moving them as widely as she could, eager now for whatever he would do to her next ...
 
Magus wasted no time mounting her of course. His cock entered her like a guided missle and her wetness only served to make sliding back into her tight little sheath easy. His hips bumped hers and deep within her his fat tip bumped her cervix. His new found depth delighted him and he began to pump himself in and out of her. His focus on slising himself in and out of her body gave him purpose, that purpose was to hear what kind of noises he could force from her.

His weight pinned her to the bed. Leaving her at the mercy of his thrusts into her tender little snatch. Again he was amazed at hot hot her body was, he was sweating from it, his skin becoming slick against hers and allowing them to rub their bodies together with the need of their union.

With a grunt Magus lost control. He pushed himself into her deepest parts and his seed burst forth within her. Thick, hot spurts of his cream flooded into her body, coating her cervix and folds around it in sperm filled juices. He shook and trembled on top of her unable to keep his body from spasming through the bliss of his orgasm.
 
She was willing, even eager, but had not expected the speed with which he climbed on top of her and lined himself up with her quivering sex. He moved his whole body forward, pushing his length inside her, burying himself up to the hilt in one steady movement. She cried out softly as her slick walls allowed him access, her body tightly clasped around him as he stretched her open once more.

He felt so deep. This different angle offered no barrier to him ramming right up to spear her completely. Her body was attuned enough to stretch around him, to allow him to ease out of her and enter at will now and indeed she had given the control up to him to set the pace and found that those strokes were soon to accelerate and to increase in depth and force as he impaled her body upon his cock as she lay beneath him.

Her soft whimpers seemed to spur him on, as did the way she groaned each time he hit home, the sensation of being so full of him was incredible. His strokes became faster, and harder until she was pinned beneath him as he thrust roughly inside her. The force, the passion, the demand with which he bred her felt amazing. It was far from painless, but the cries he drew from her had nothing to do with protest and instead savoured the brutal bucking of his hips as he ploughed her petite pussy.

"Oh Godd... oh.... ahhhhh!"

She cried out in pained pleasure.

"OHh ... oh yes.... uhmmm.... "

She encouraged him as he seemed to abandon control still further, her own back arching as he became almost brutal as he buried himself into her for one final time and erupted, pouring his seed into her center as her body too shuddered in release...
 
Magus slumped after cumming for who knew how long. It felt like forever and his juice was already dripping from her body. He rose up and pulled out of her slowly. His cock dripped with his cum and her juices and he smiled at her. "Taste it." He said getting onto his knees and hanging his dripping dick over her face. "Taste the fruit of our union. This will be the greatest moment in peace in the history of us all."

His cock was still somewhat hard, and he wondered if she would be able to get him hard again so quickly so that he could be inside of her again. She was the best fuck he ever had, no vagina before had ever felt so amazing and he could loose himself inside of her if he didn't be careful. Even now his only thought was getting inside of her again. As quickly as possible.
 
Her body was full and brimming with his cumm. The two of them were breathless and quivering and she whimpered at the sensitivity as he drew his cock out of her body with a smile.
It was done. Hey had bred. She expected him to leave her now.

"Taste it."

He instructed kneeling up and offering her his shaft.

"Taste the fruit of our union. This will be the greatest moment in peace in the history of us all."

She was still beneath him and could have averted her fact to avoid contact with the member which was being lowered to her mouth.

"You want me to taste your ....?"

She struggled to search for the appropriate word.

Yet even as she was incredulous, she found herself parting her lips and accepting the thick wet head slipping over her lips and into her mouth. Inexperienced as she was, she sucked lightly, tasting and feeling the hard heat jump in reaction.
 
Magus just had a moment to savor the feeling of her mouth, when there was a banging on the door. He jerked away from her and jumpped off the bed. Then door opened before Magus could reach it and in stumbled a soldier with dirt on his face and sweat all over.

"My lord. There is a force of elves ridding toward the tower. It is the biggest army we have ever seen." The man said in a panic.

Magus felt his hope collapse. "Here!? How many?" He demanded.

"We couldn't tell for sure sir. Too many to count exactly but we guess maybe 12,000."

Magus spun toward the woman in his bed. "Did you bring this? Are they after you?" He demanded

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up until her body crashed into him and he was glaring in her face. "If you are someone of importance you tell me right now. No lies. Don't even think about lying to me. Who are you to them?" His voice had grown cold.
 
She barely had time to register the knocking on the door, the sudden removal of his shaft from her mouth causing he to fall forward before the soldier entered.
Her first reaction was to raise her hands and cover herself, but that was soon to become a secondary concern as the solidier's words hit her.

"My lord. There is a force of elves ridding toward the tower. It is the biggest army we have ever seen... We couldn't tell for sure sir. Too many to count exactly but we guess maybe 12,000."

She should have been happy, but all she could think of was the bad timing of the interruption.

"Did you bring this? Are they after you?"

She cried out as he grabbed her. He was all anger as he pulled her against him.

"If you are someone of importance you tell me right now. No lies. Don't even think about lying to me. Who are you to them?"

The chill of his voice was more frightening than the violent rage.

"No."

She responded as shocked at the news as he.

" ... I told you before ... why would I ...?"

But then she stilled. Why would she lie? To save herself from execution, to buy herself time. That is what it would seem. Only that wasn't what she'd done.

"There's no reason you'd believe me, but I have nothing to do with this."

If she could stop another bloody battle then she would.
 
Magus felt the fear in her voice. She was too terrified of him to lie. She was nothing to the elves. They probably didn't know she was gone, or simply figured her dead and were done with her. He grunted and let her go, with great sorrow he moved to his equipment and began to dress for a slaughter.

"Then it is once again a time of great shame. For I must slaughter countless more elves for no other reason that to protect myself." He now had tears of regret traveling down his cheek. For a long time elves thought that he raging with tears of joy during his slaughter of their people. But now she would know forever that he was crying of sadness, not joy.

Once he was fully dressed he pulled out a spare robe and threw it at her. "Get dressed. You are coming with me. Perhaps you can reason with them. Maybe you can even prevent bloodshed with a few words."

He opened his chamber door and gave orders to bave horses ready. They would ride out to meet the force head on. The last thing he wanted was to loose his tower. Not after it was finally perfectfor him.
 
For long moments he searched her face deciding whether to believe her and then let her go suddenly, her body crumpling onto the bed.

"Then it is once again a time of great shame. For I must slaughter countless more elves for no other reason that to protect myself."

She saw the tears and was struck afresh of just how wrong the legends about him had been.

"Get dressed. You are coming with me. Perhaps you can reason with them.
Maybe you can even prevent bloodshed with a few words."


She moved swiftly to draw on the gown. She did not want to say to him how little faith she had in her influence over the rest of her people, but anything was worth a try. So much had happened in such a little time. He was a man to fear who could crush her in seconds and yet somehow she was willing to ride by his side, to do what it took to attempt to prevent further slaughter, on both sides.
 
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Magus had his men ride out east and west in order to come from the sides and flank the army approaching. His men were very good at hidding from scouts and he knew that if he needed them to swoop in, they would do so and create chaos to the enemy force. Magus rode straight toward the army with the woman to his side.

"I am sorry but I do not know your name. That makes me a bastard for I have had sex with a woman and couldn't even bother to get her name. If when both live through this you are permitted to punch me as hard as you like in the face to earn respect back." He said calmly. "Please do not let me continue my mistake. What is your name?"
 
She was surrounded by human soldiers who were gathered to attack her own people and yet she rode beside their leader. She had been drawn into battle before and only just escaped death. When she had been captured she had thought she was soon to meet her end. And yet here she was riding beside a man with whom she had lain, bred and yet who she still feared and who held the fate of both armies in his hands.

"I am sorry but I do not know your name."

It was a strange comment to make in their situation.

"That makes me a bastard for I have had sex with a woman and couldn't even bother to get her name. If when both live through this you are permitted to punch me as hard as you like in the face to earn respect back."

Despite the tragic situation she had to laugh at his words.

"Please do not let me continue my mistake. What is your name?"

She smiled across at him as they rode.

"My name is Andria."

She told him.

"And I did not trick you. I've only spoken the truth to you Magus."

She told him firmly, needing to ensure he knew that regardless of what was to happen between them and their armies now.

"Now, more than ever I want peace."
 
"Andria." Magus said, as if testing the name in his mouth. It rolled well off his tongue, unlike some other elven names he had tried to get his tongue around. He glanced over at her and sighed, "I fear you may not see the peace we both hope for this day."

On the horizon the elven army appeared and he and Andria stopped their steeds. Three riders from the front of the army split from the group and rode toward them, Magus once again moved forward to meet the group part way.

Three Elves rode up to them on great white steeds, each one posed in a regal fashion. They were all high elves. Two female, one male in the center of them taller than both. They faltered at the sight of Magus, and perhaps faltered even more at the sight of Andria.

"It is a miracle you are alive young one." The left most female said in elven.

Magus sneered, "Do not assume I am some ignorant brute." He spat at them in their own language. Not well spoken, but enough to show that they could not speak in secret before him.

The male bowed, "Our apologies. We have come to attempt at negotiating terms of the return of our tower of Azmodan. As you can see we have brought a sizable force, but perhaps there is another way we can work this out without bloodshed."

Magus laughed, "This war has gone on for 100 years and this is the first time I've ever heard of an attempt at peaceful communication. What's changed elf?"

"Perhaps 100 years is too long. We will destroy each other before it is over and maybe it is time we try to save what we have left."

Magus glanced at Andria, "Funny you should say that. Tell them about my tower Andria."
 
"Andria."

She found that she liked the sound of her name on his lips.

"I fear you may not see the peace we both hope for this day."

She nodded solemnly hearing true regret in his voice. She looked out upon the horizon and saw the army gathered below. They were all her people, yet she would give anything to stop their advance right now. Looking towards their front line, like Magus, Andria watched 3 riders break free and ride towards them. As Magus moved forward to intercept them, she too moved forward to ride by his side.
She noted the fear with which they approached Magus, for all their status and the shock at seeing her alive and riding by his side seemed to deal a double blow.

"It is a miracle you are alive young one."

The softly spoken words in a familiar tongue drew a smile from Andria, yet moved Magus to anger.

"Do not assume I am some ignorant brute."

Again he had been underestimated.

"Our apologies. We have come to attempt at negotiating terms of the return of our tower of Azmodan. As you can see we have brought a sizable force, but perhaps there is another way we can work this out without bloodshed."

Andria had had no idea that her leaders would even consider entering into negotiations. Magus seemed equally sceptical.

"This war has gone on for 100 years and this is the first time I've ever heard of an attempt at peaceful communication. What's changed elf?"

That was the question Andria wanted the answer too also.

"Perhaps 100 years is too long. We will destroy each other before it is over and maybe it is time we try to save what we have left."

Andria's eyes moved across to Magus, even as he looked to her.

"Funny you should say that. Tell them about my tower Andria."

She found the three elven leaders looking towards her and she flushed not knowing what it was he wanted her to say, or how she could possibly speak the words that would bring peace between them all. She took nervous breath and knew that all she could do was speak for herself.

"The tower ... it was ours, elven, many years ago and now it is occupied by humans."

She looked at the two opposing sides sure that this is not what they wanted hear.

"So many are to die today and for what? To gain possession of a building ... "

She shook her head pre-empting their protests.

"To both our races, it is so much more, I know. To Elves, our library, our learning, the heart of our culture. To humans, a base of power, but so beautifully worked to be a true palace which could be used for ceremony rather than war."

She did not know if it was her place to speak of his plan to unite the races, but added.

"If there could be a future where Elven and Human kind could unite, become a single force, then The Tower must surely be at the foundation, the symbol of the new era of peace?"

She appealed to both of them.
 
The elven leaders stiffened and the female on the right side, "That tower has been a part of elven history for a thousand years. You can't expect us to simply abandon it."

Magus snorted, "I fixed that tower. When I took it over it was rotten. Stones cracked and crumbling. IF you cared about it, why let it rot away. I fixed the tower so now it is mine."

He glanced between the elves. "This is how this is going to go. You have two options. Peace, or Death." He sighed, "I prefer peace. I am very much tried of being a monster to you people, but do not dare force my hand on this because you and you little band of sub scouts back there will die."

He reached over and took Andria's hand. "I have offered peace between our people, and if you truly want this war to end, then walk away. Go back to the land you have left, contact the king and negotiate a treaty."

The male elf screamed, "Blastphemy!" He glared at Andria. "You have given yourself to this creature!?"

The woman gasped at her.

Magus narrowed his eyes and drew his blade so quick that it shocked everyone, as sudden the point of his blade was at the male elf leader's throat.

"What business is it of yours. Does it now show my desire for peace that I would lie with an elf? Our people could make wonders together if we can throw bigotry aside. The elves can flourish once again. Your genders are out of balance, especially after this war. Using humans you can repopulate your race."

"Nonsense," the female said. "Our genetics are too different."

"Then I guess fucking you people has no consequences then does it? Maybe human and elf can simply love each other. Ever think of that or is your racisim too blinding?"
 
Her words made little impact. On either side of her the elves and Magus argued as to who had the right to own The Tower.

"This is how this is going to go. You have two options. Peace, or Death.
I prefer peace. I am very much tried of being a monster to you people, but do not dare force my hand on this because you and you little band of sub scouts back there will die."


She could not believe that the leaders would not at least explore the chance of saving the Elven race and averting further bloodshed. To her surprise Magus reached over and took her hand, the gesture drawing a smile from her as he did so.

"I have offered peace between our people, and if you truly want this war to end, then walk away. Go back to the land you have left, contact the king and negotiate a treaty."

She had not expected the reaction of her people, much less towards her.

"Blastphemy!"

The male directed a look of hatred at Andria.

"You have given yourself to this creature!?"

They were shocked and appalled.

Andria had no time to answer before Magus had his blade at the throat of the elf leader.

"What business is it of yours."

Ironically she was grateful for his defence of her and remained securely by his side as Magus continued.

"Does it now show my desire for peace that I would lie with an elf?
Our people could make wonders together if we can throw bigotry aside.
The elvescan flourish once again. Your genders are out of balance, especially after this war.
Using humans you can repopulate your race."


Andria judged that the leaders dismissed his suggestion easily.

"Nonsense ... Our genetics are too different."

For the first time Andria was apprehensive. If his seed did indeed flourish, then what manner of child would she give birth to?

"Then I guess fucking you people has no consequences then does it?
Maybe human and elf can simply love each other.
Ever think of that or is your racisim too blinding?"


His words seemed to astound the leaders as much as they astounded her.

"How can it be so easy to turn away even a chance of peace?"

She asked her elven kin.

"You hold so many lives in your hands, elves who blindly follow your commands, as I did. I fought to my last breath, did all I could to avoid capture and would have done so with death had I not been taken so swiftly."

She sighed sure that they would consider her 'tainted' in some way and no longer worthy of their consideration.

"If your people knew there was a chance and you threw it away..."

She sighed sadly.

"You can always bring your armies together at any other occasion, but once dead, that cannot be undone."

She told them wearily.

"Will you not even consider that the stories, the nightmares that have led us to fear and hatred may be just that, imaginings ... ?"
 
The male stiffened and sneered at the elven whore. "Very well then, explain to me this beast who keeps you on a leash. Explain to all of us why we should turn and leave this monster alive to destroy us all whenever he deems it." He demanded.

Magus would have spoken but he knew that the words now had to come from Andria. Just as he always knew it would. That was why he brought her along, because eventually she would have there attention, noble or not, simple soldier or not, and now viewed like a whore. It didn't matter who she was to them, or what she was in truth.

She had their attentions now, and it would be her words that would sway them. Her words that would decided who lived and who died today.
 
Her words were unwelcome. She could tell that by allying herself with Magus, her own kind had rejected her. She flinched before the words of the male Elf.

"Very well then, explain to me this beast who keeps you on a leash. Explain to all of us why we should turn and leave this monster alive to destroy us all whenever he deems it."

All eyes were on her and though inwardly she quaked at the responsibility, all she could do was speak honestly from her heart.

"Beast ... monster ... "

She repeated the words quietly.

"The hatred, the thirst for war and blood. Today, I only see those in you."

She accused softly.

"As for leash ... "

She allowed herself a soft smile and looked across at The Magus.

"I come here in partnership with human kind to sue for peace.
No being can be coerced into such an action."


She could sense the hostility she unleashed by her words.

"You are leaders, warriors charged with the defence of our race.
I fought with you, for you. I believed that to be the best way, the only way to secure our future. But ... I now realise that it does not have to be this way."


She knew they were not convinced.

"You speak of our library, the sacred books which have been long inaccessible to us. You think I do not understand what it is you fight for here? Yet you do not know me, cannot understand why I understand, perhaps more than most what we ask you to give up today."

She glanced at Magus nervously before continuing.

"I am Andria of the Scriptoria. For many years I have studied our history, our lore, have reproduced the texts, the stories, the spells ... "

She had claimed not to be of importance to her race and indeed she was not in strategic terms, though culturally she was one of a very small circle dedicated to keeping their culture alive.

"Many years ago, before this war, the word 'humanity', the nature of being human had a meaning so far removed from that which we as elves understand today. And how much easier has it been for us to truly believe we are facing beasts and monsters? How little we have to question our actions when our enemy can be so simply dismissed as a terror to be wiped out?"

She sighed heavily.

"To you I am sure my opinion is worthless. But I saw the truth and made my decision. You have an opportunity to postpone your attack, to consider an alliance, to negotiate ... "

She drew nearer to The Magus as she spoke, her voice still soft, but clearly challenging her kin.

"Whatever choice as great Elven leaders you make today, you cannot pretend that you did not know differently. You must do so in the knowledge that you were offered the chance to consider an alternative to the reality you have known for so many years, the opportunity for peace."

She could only pray that as creatures of conscience they might be persuaded to reconsider ...
 
The elven leaders narrowed their eyes at her. "Clearly this beast has brainwashed you." The male replied.

But the female interjected, "We cannot do this Aywen." She replied giving the man a name. "Though we came for our tower, we also came here for a peaceful resolution. This so called monster has made an effort to extend an offer of peace and we cannot refuse it. The cost is too great."

Aywen growled, "Surely you cannot believe this bullshit."

The other female shrugged, "Believe it or not, it is our duty to try. Peace has been offered so peace we shall accept. Even if the terms are not to our liking, if we continue this war our race shall become extinct."

"The humans have one, and it is time for us to accept that fate. Let us walk away before we condemn our race."

Aywen roared, "I will not accept that. Humans are a plague! Consuming everything they touch, if they are not wiped our the planet will become a rotten husk."

Then to the shock of everyone he charged Magus.

Magus blinked, "Are you serious, you fucking peon?"

Aywen leapt from his horse midstride, in and attempt to bring his sword slashing down on top of Magus.

With a flick of his wrist, Magus made his horse leap aside, causing Aywen to crash to the ground. Then the horse stepped on the elf's back. Magus looked down and growled at him. "IF you think my offer for peace a lie, remember this. I could have killed you today, without so much as a thought. Yet I do you no more harm than a dirty horse hoofprint on your back."

Then the horse backed up letting the elf to his feet. The moment Aywen stood Magus had a blade in his face, "Know this though fool. Another move toward me will be your last for I will drop you as easily as trimming a hedge."

"Aywen enough! Get back to the others we are leaving. Time for us to go home." A woman yelled.

The three elves got back together on thier horses. The women looked at Andria, "Are you coming with us child?"
 
"Clearly this beast has brainwashed you."

The response was no more than Andria expected.

"We cannot do this Aywen. Though we came for our tower, we also came here for a peaceful resolution. This so called monster has made an effort to extend an offer of peace and we cannot refuse it. The cost is too great."

The female gave her a glimmer of hope, yet her entreaty was instantly dismissed by the male.

"Surely you cannot believe this bullshit."

Andria was surprised as the third leader spoke up.

"Believe it or not, it is our duty to try. Peace has been offered so peace we shall accept. Even if the terms are not to our liking, if we continue this war our race shall become extinct."

The other female was in agreement.

"The humans have one, and it is time for us to accept that fate. Let us walk away before we condemn our race."

Aywen was not to be contradicted, however.

"I will not accept that. Humans are a plague! Consuming everything they touch, if they are not wiped our the planet will become a rotten husk."

Andria gave a cry, but to late as he charged towards Magus. Despite the fact that Magus could have ended the elf leader's life then and there he merely cast him aside effortlessly in a move Andria could not help but admire.

"IF you think my offer for peace a lie, remember this. I could have killed you today, without so much as a thought. Yet I do you no more harm than a dirty horse hoofprint on your back. Know this though fool. Another move toward me will be your last for I will drop you as easily as trimming a hedge."

It was Magus who had the upper hand both in skill and integrity.

"Aywen enough! Get back to the others we are leaving. Time for us to go home."

Andria could not believe that, for the time being at least, a truce had been negotiated.

"Are you coming with us child?"

The women seemed to look upon her more kindly now. The offer of returning to her own people, of being to speak with them, to attempt to change their minds, their prejudices from within tempted her. She glanced aside at Magus, but he remained expressionless.

"You are very kind,"

She responded hesitantly.

" ... but I know what you truly think of me."

She challenged softly.

"This is a first step towards peace, but there is much still to be done."

She could tell by the male's expression that he thought nothing more of her than one The Magus had brainwashed into becoming his whore.

"My place is here, by the side of my ... "

She faltered not knowing how to refer to the Human warrior beside her.

"I cannot retract my word to unite our two races.
I thank you, but I will stay here."


She told them softly.
 
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