Date: Tue, 01 Mar 2005 22:26:26 -0500
From: Eric Paris <thephantom69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Of Elves, Runes & Wizards: Part I
THE FOLLOWING IS A WORK OF COMPLETE FICTION. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL
PERSONS ALIVE OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND NOT INTENDED. THIS STORY
CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES INVOLVING MYTHICAL RACES AND UNDERAGE
CHARACTERS. IF IT IS ILLEGAL TO VIEW SUCH MATERIAL IN YOUR AREA, PLEASE
EXIT IMMEDIATELY.
On a lighter note, this story has been in the works for some time. It has
been a collaberative effort between the two of us, Eric Paris (
ThePhantom69@hotmail.com ), author of "The Last Prince" & Charles Westfall (
cwestfa1@twcny.rr.com ), author of many works, including "Sorcerus
Transformus" and "New in Town". Questions or comments are greatly
appreciated, so feel free to e-mail us! We hope you enjoy Part I of Elves,
Runes, & Wizards. There is much more to come,... so to speak. Enjoy!
Of Elves, Runes &
Wizards
by C.W. & E.P.
PROLOGUE
Peace; that precious, beautiful thing sought and created by many, yet it
seems so often destroyed by the few. The kingdoms of Merraena have known
relative peace these last 500 years, a peace that has proven far more
resilient then many had expected. The peace has held for no noble
circumstance, no enlightened political stance. It has held simply because
half a millenia ago, both races, human and elven, were almost destroyed.
He came from the south, from the plains and jungles of Stel-Nedal, that
most ancient core of civilization for the races of men and elves. His search
was vicious, his goal not unique, the search for eternal youth and life.
Where many wizards failed, either becoming mad spirits contained in rotting
animated corpses existing as Liches, or forsaking the light of the sun to
dwell in shadows with 'the children of the night', he succeeded. He alone
found the secret of immortality. The most evil being born of woman, he
would be known, remembered, feared, loathed, and by some, revered, as the
Arch-Wizard who would be called Dominitrus Nekromagnus.
He raped the ruins and the libraries of that ancient land's most sacred,
and its most blighted cities, gradually moving north. An army of the most
foul sort he manifested, speaking the runes that were not meant for this
world, using a black magic long forbidden and forgotten. An army he made,
not of men, but that of the walking dead. He summoned the very ancients
themselves, great Kings and Wizards of legend. He counted among his
lieutenants some of the most ancient Liches. All this he did, in search of
the key to his eternal youth.
He collected his research and notes into a massive tome that became known
as the 'Libra Dominitrus'. Dominitrus sought the knowledge held by the elvin
kingdoms at the heart of the continent of Steraena. Domintrus's army swept
up through the narrow corridor of land connecting the two continents like a
plague, only its victims swelled his ranks instead.
The kings of the lands that divided Steraena were little concerned, for
before the narrow strip of land bordered by the two seas were the kingdoms
of the infamous Dark Elves. The lords of these Dark Elvin lands and their
people were as powerful with dark magicks as they were bawdy and debauched.
Dominitrus himself had thought that the Dark Elves might have what he
sought, for though he was the mightiest wizard to walk the earth, the Dark
Elves could fight black magic with black magic. Defeated Dark Elven armies
slain by Dominitrus one day would be risen as undead and attack the dark
wizards rear ranks the next day. Dark Elvin wizards, some as old as several
of Domintrus's bound Liches sought to control his own bound undead army.
Despite several victories, the Dark Elves eventually fell, and their
ghastly knowledge only enriched Domintrus. Several Dark Elvin wizards
(those few left alive) even joined his ranks, hoping to learn from him. With
the collapse of Nagal'Deloth, northern most of the lands of the Dark Elves,
the last of the free people, humans and elves finally mobilized to stop the
shadow of Domintrus.
A hasty series of alliances were made, and for the first time in eons men
and elf stood together, joined by the survivors of the Dark Elves. They
fought incompetently and amongst themselves to try and stop the vast rotting
tide and its mad master. Kingdom after kingdom fell, then suddenly, with
the fall of Shornaeth-Daernal, ancient eastern kingdom of the High Elves,
the dread army came to a halt. Buried in the vaults of the
Shornaeth-Arkana-Librarium, Dominitrus had finally discovered what he
sought.
Domintrus fortified his vast borders with massive walls built by magic,
and guarded by a vast undead army. He returned to his home, his keep of
'Virtue's Suffering' in the heart of a vast nekropolis, to research and
learn the ritual that would bring him his greatest triumph, his greatest
ambition.
It did not take long before the allied kingdoms realized what had
happened. Aided by mages and scholars who survived Shornaeth-Daernal, they
revealed what Domintrus had found, and it was quickly decided to stop him
from completing the ritual at all costs. With arcane barriers to prevent
teleportation and a vast army behind them, invasion was impossible. Thus two
small groups were formed, each of thirteen warriors. The first made up of
fierce warriors, priests, rogues and mages of the surviving human and elvin
kingdoms. The second a reserve of fierce warriors, priests and mages, who
would infiltrate the border of Domintrius' vast 'Imperium Nekronus' and
prevent Dominitrius from ascending to true immortality.
Two harrowing months later, the dark citadel of Domintrius was reached,
the fortress penetrated by the discovery of secret passages. The brave band
could not have arrived at a more fortuitous time. They arrived as the dark
mage was only several incantations away from completing the ritual.
Distracted, and thus interrupting the casting process, there was a horrific
backlash, the energy that would have granted eternal life instead engulfed
both life and unlife, every living and even undead creature for a mile
around the fortress was rendered a pile of charred bones and dust.
When the second group, who was separated by the first band of thirteen by
several days travel reached the fortress, all they found were ashes, and in
the chambers of Dominitrius his own charred bones, his dark tome, the 'Libra
Dominitrius', and the remains of their comrades. A pyre was started at the
gates of the dark citadel, the remains of those thirteen heroes were placed
upon it, as well as that dark tome. Much to their horror, the book would not
burn. When pulled from the pyre, they were shocked to find it cold to the
touch. They tried blades of enchanted elvin steel, mighty spells, but
nothing could destroy it. It was then decided to bury it, in the hopes that
none could use its dark power ever again.
They placed the book in a small cave in the heart of the great forest of
Eraeneth, and sealed the cave with a binding seal that could only be opened
by these thirteen or their descendents, forever marked with a magic tattoo
of one of thirteen runes. Thus the book has remained buried these last five
hundred years.
PART I
The Dance, Velaenen was mesmerized by the dancing he watched the young
elf perform. The young dancer, Lemfaenes was his name, danced an ancient
elvin 'Dance of Life' to the sound of drums and flute, though heard, could
not be seen. "So beautiful" Velaenen sighed as he watched the young elf
dance, performing the ancient steps with a grace only elves possess.
The grassy field was illuminated by a small camp fire, Velaenen's own
natural night vision made the whole scene of Lempo's glowing golden body
contrast with the dark night seem breathtaking, almost as breathtaking as
the young elf's body. His firm leg muscles, move and contract under his
smooth skin as he leaps and bounds through the soft grass, his gaze meets
Velaenen's, he licks his full soft lips as his big blue eyes meet
Velaenen's. He dances closer and closer, he smiles sweetly, getting closer,
then only to pull away again, teasing Velaenen. Velaenen has his eyes take
in all of the dancing young elf, his long delicate neck, his toned defined
chest, his golden skin, glistening under a sheath of perspiration, his toned
stomach with just the hint of eight defined abdominal muscles visible and
that round toned ass. Velaenen also notices the smacking sound coming from
between Lemfaenes' legs, coming from those smooth hairless loins. Set
between Lemfaenes' legs was an almost preposterously huge penis, Lemfaenes
barely stood at 5'8, his cock was already filling with blood, though not
quite half mast, and already measured twelve inches long and three inches
wide, his balls equally large round and smooth, the size of oranges. Already
the fat cock was spraying precum like a fountain, Velaenen felt several jets
of it land on his face and chest.
Velaenen was already fully erect, and adding his own precum to Lemfaenes'.
Velaenen's own cock beat against his rock hard eightpack in time with the
drums. Finally Lemfaenes reaches Velaenen, they stare into each other's
eyes, Velaenen rises to his feet, their huge cock's move and sway in a
grinding dance against each other as Velaenen stands. Velaenen was tall for
an elf of his age, at 6'4 and 230 lbs. of solid defined muscle, which his
smooth skin was stretched tightly over. He was going to be quite the
stallion, he already had a high reputation, even at the young age of
fifteen.
Lemfaenes' tongue starts licking along Velaenen's proud chest, and to his
hard and sensitive nipples, gently gnawing on them as he licked the precum
from the prince's chest. Slowly Lemfaenes' warm tongue worked its way
further down, gently flowing over the hard ridges of the Prince's abdominal
muscles. Then finally, sweet ecstasy as Lemfaenes' hot, wet lips, and warm
tongue start working on the head and shaft of Velaenen's throbbing hard
cock.
Velaenen levels his cock, making it easier for Lemfaenes to take in, he
hears the grinding tendons as he lowers his throbbing monster so the young
elf can take the whole thing. Velaenen stares down with a wicked smile as he
hears his fat orange sized balls slapping against Lemfaenes' chin, the young
elf has engulfed the massive sixteen inch long stalk with the ease and skill
of the finest concubine.
Within moment's Velaenen feels his fat balls contract, and release.
Lemfaenes swallowed the torrent with glee, sucking the massive stalk for
several long minutes before finally easing the huge stalk from his mouth.
Velaenen stared wide eyed watching his massive cock continue to erupt, while
Lemfaenes' mouth and tongue caressed the prince's fat balls, rolling them
around in his mouth, one at a time.
"Lemfaenes!" the prince screams, rolling in his bed, silk sheets splayed
all over, his massive cock continued to erupt, spurting vast quantities of
cum for well over five minutes.
Finally released from his orgasmic throws, Velaenen awoke and stared at
the still spurting brute between his legs, his legacy, that blessing and
curse that allowed for the swift revival in numbers of the elvin race.
Just after the dark wizard was defeated, the elves, who were greatly
diminished in numbers sought to find a way to rapidly recover. They looked
to the Dark Elves for the answer. The Dark Elvin libido, and fertility were
much higher, it was only in the advancements of birth control methods that
let their numbers grow at stable levels. Combined with the practice of
polygamy, and a restraint on birth control, the Dark Elves, who suffered the
greatest losses, were recovering considerably faster then even the humans.
Several of the surviving Dark Elvin scholars and mages who survived and were
loyal were contracted to create a potion, or spell that granted the other
elves the libido of a Dark Elf.
The Dark Elvin wizards were successful in creating a serum that was to be
taken as an aphrodisiac. However, the children sired by the seed of one who
imbibed the aphrodisiac were afflicted, or granted, depending on the
argument with the endowment and libido of a Dark Elf. Soon, using both 'the
serum', and newly constituted polygamy laws, the nobility, well to do
farmers, and merchants were doing their part to replenish the race. The
nobility also took up another duty, another series of laws were introduced
that required nobles to sire illegitimate children with serving girls and
their serfs. They were also required to provide a stipend to aid in raising
the child as well as give them preference for estate employment. With these
factors in place it was even possible for the High Elves of Elyara to
outstrip humans in population growth. Thus the elvin races were saved, but
at the price of becoming debauched. The additional factor of a number of
higher nobles and even kings seeking Dark Elvin princesses as brides also
had impact. The bawdy, full figured Dark Elvin women were said to literally
reek of wanton sensuality, and the sons of such couplings were much sturdier
and stronger then the normal High Elf, while retaining their supernatural
grace and poise. Velaenen was the end result of several such couplings over
the centuries, though featuring the common blonde hair of High Elves, his
hair was full, lightly curled. He had dark violet eyes, as common with Dark
Elves as blue was with High Elves and the olive skin of a Dark Elf.
Velaenen arose from his bed, his sheets sticky with cum, his own body
sticky and smelling of old cum from numerous nocturnal eruptions. Slowly
Velaenen walked over to the balcony doors of his room, and leaned over the
railing. Spring had come to the lands of Elyara. Velaenen breathed in the
sweet spring air taking in the myriad of scents from the fields and orchards
as well as the slight salty hint in the air from the sea, not two miles from
the royal estate. It enlivened his senses as well as his loins, every subtle
nuance of the myriad of smells were wonderful and invigorating. Velaenen
stared up into the clear blue sky, filled with only a few light clouds, it
was going to be a warm, beautiful 'Idle Day, a day of rest and play.
Prince Velaenen circled around and returned to his room. The new
apprentice to the 'Royal Master Librarian', Lemfaenes had been filling his
dreams of late, and leaving many sets of sheets in need of special cleaning.
Staring at his soiled linens, Velaenen rang for his private chambermaid.
A few minutes later the door was eased open, Velaenen was taken aback by
the creature that entered his room. Her rich, curly hair was as dark as
night, her skin a dark olive tone, and her slightly almond shaped eyes a
strange shade of amber. She had such a sultry, beautiful face, no older then
eighteen with full sensual lips, her large, full, firm breasts looked ready
to escape from her low cut blouse, her skirt was full but barely passed her
thighs, and hugged her full hips, letting Velaenen see her long shapely
legs. All in a lean 5'8 body.
Who are you, where is Gelenda?" Velaenen asked in surprise.
"Sorry your highness, she is expecting, it seems highness that you have
sired your alloted three already. The king felt that your latest maid should
be well trained in 'preventive conception techniques'. I am Drethanna
Delthaenarri, I hope I meet with his majesty's approval, or is that merely
your 'morning rising'." Drethanna said with a lusty smile.
"Indeed dear lady, you do meet with my approval!" Velaenen replied, his
eyes lightened with glee.
With that said, Drethanna quickly bent over and engulfed Velaenen with
practiced ease, and incredible skill. Her tongue and mouth moved as if they
knew every contour of Velaenen's mighty cock, it did not take long for the
prince to reach an explosive orgasm. Drethanna swallowed the whole massive
load, only a small amount escaped her engulfing mouth, and that dribbled
seductively down her chin and proud cleavage.
"Dear girl, your oral techniques are simply exquisite!" Velaenen sighed as
the Dark Elven vixen sucked him dry.
"Many thanks your majesty, I hope that my quim also meets with your
approval." Drethanna said as she lifted her short skirt and revealed that
she was naked underneath, her smooth twat throbbing, and dripping with
anticipation.
Velaenen had a hungry smile across his lips, "Let us take to the bed, and
let me repay your kindness dear lady."
Drethanna unfastened her short skirt with a clever drawstring on the side
and it was soon off. Velaenen lead her to the bed, Velaenen was on his
knees, Drethanna laid on her back and easily brought her long legs resting
on Velaenen's shoulders. Velaenen's long well trained tongue soon went to
work on the throbbing quim that greeted his sight.
Soon Drethanna was thrown into great waves of ecstasy, "My Prince, such a
tongue!" she screamed in wild delight.
After drinking deeply of Drethanna's delicious, spicy juices, Velaenen
felt that the Dark Elven beauty was ready for his still hard and throbbing
member. Velaenen licked along Drethanna's velvety thighs calves and toes as
he eased her long slender legs from his shoulders. Easing his cock to a more
horizontal position he slid in with considerable ease, once all the way in
however, Drethanna sealed his cock in tight with her well trained vaginal
muscles. Velaenen was still able to get a steady rhythm going, his long
thick cock thrusting in with great skill and power, his eyes locked on
Drethanna who was now freeing her mighty breasts. Each was quite firm and
youthful, but easily larger then the prince's head. Such wondrous mounds
were rare on even human women, let alone the petite bodies of High Elven
girls.
While thrusting away with skillful force and passion, Velaenen had his
eyes and mouth's attention divided between Drethanna's full sensual lips and
awesome bosom, his mouth and tongue enjoying both greatly. Drethanna's long
legs also proved quite strong in hugging the prince's hips driving him into
her with greater force, Drethanna groaning and squealing with orgasmic joy.
After only a few intense minutes the prince erupted inside of her, his
overflowing river of spew lubricating Drethanna's vaginal canal, his
orgasmic contractions easing him harder and faster. After five intense
minutes Velaenen finally finished cumming, and eased out of Drethanna with a
satisfied smile.
"My Prince, I must ask, where did you receive the exquisite training of
your mouth and loins?" Drethanna wheezed out still in afterglow.
"From the two high concubines of King Grethaeleth of Nathar'Galoth, a
favor for my father in aiding him in the rebuilding of the Charvaeleth
bridge that spanned the Feldraen Pass. Though my father proved quite
embarrassed by the gesture, but agreed due to my enthusiasm at the prospect"
Velaenen said with a smile.
"By the Gods, those two are said to be able to sate the desires of any.
You are indeed well trained my prince." Drethanna said as she eased herself
up.
Drethanna then kissed the prince hotly on the lips, her tongue and his
engaging in a wild dance. Velaenen pulls her closer, his awesome cock still
quite hard and wanting more attention.
"Does my prince wish another tumble?" Drethanna said in a soft seductive
voice.
"Sadly my dear it is close to breakfast, and my father hates it when I
come to the table smelling of old passions, join me in a swim perhaps?"
Velaenen said with a soft tone.
"Another time majesty, as you have your duties, I have mine." Drethanna
said with a sigh.
"Very well, perhaps we can get together later." Velaenen said with a lusty
smile as he walked off towards the balcony of his room.
Velaenen looked down below at the royal pool beneath, he then got onto the
railing of the balcony, and dove with an incredible series of flips and
spins before hitting the water with barely a splash into the pool some
twenty feet below. That particular end of the royal pool, filled with
cooling, and refreshing water fed by several springs was sixteen feet deep,
and took the prince's dive with ease.
After swimming a dozen laps, and doing several other dives Velaenen exited
the pool, the cooling waters taking the fury from his cock, he ran up the
curved staircase from the base of the pool to his balcony, dried off with a
towel and got dressed.
Along with the changing attitudes, and libido of the High Elves, it seemed
the Dark Elves were exuding influence with fashion. Velaenen eased on a pair
of red tights made from a new type of fabric, the tights gripped him like a
second skin, leaving all the contours of his lower body quite noticeable.
His mighty organ was held in a full wad that protruded considerably, the
tights hugged it as such that one could see several of the prominent veins
on the prince's cock and mighty balls. Velaenen also wore a matching red
leather vest with several elegant designs embroidered in gold, and a pair of
matching knee high leather boots. The vest barely passed the base of the
tights, and was secured with a belt, the rest left open, showing his proud
chest and abs. He had used a simple cantrip to bind his full blond hair in a
braid and put a gold earring in each ear. He then placed a golden medallion
around his neck, bearing the seal of the Royal House of Aldraeneth. The
medallion was over five hundred years old, and was created along with the
crown when his family ascended the throne after the defeat of the dark
wizard. He looked into the mirror quite proud of his appearance, turning
fifteen tomorrow and already such a stallion of an elf.
Heading down the corridor from his room, Velaenen ran into a pleasant
sight, Betharri Grethaena, the son of the ambassador from the Dark Elvin
kingdom of Shegal'Velthoth, a kingdom that bordered Elyara to the southeast.
Betharri could have passed as a brother to Velaenen if not for his near back
length, full, and lightly curled black hair, and exotic red eyes, a rare
color for even Dark Elves. Betharri had just turned fifteen barely two
months ago. Velaenen and he had been friends for almost ten years, and
frequent lovers for four years. The Dark Elf was dressed more outrageously
then Velaenen, wearing tights of similar tightness, and hugged a bulge of
equal size of the prince, though Betharri's hugged his hips, and revealed
where his eight defined abs went to his loins. The tights were held on by a
gold chain, his simple black vest was cut higher, not quite half way down
his torso, and kept open to show off his pierced nipples, both rings made of
gold. Each of Betharri's pointed ears featured two gold earrings.
"Morning my prince, running a little late are we. Can't say I blame you,
your new maid is quite a sight." Betharri said with a wicked smile, greeting
the prince with a long lusty kiss, which Velaenen was happy oblige.
"Aye, and both sets of lips are so wonderfully well trained." Velaenen
said as he parted lips with Betharri, and licked his own in lust.
"I hear she is well trained, but I also hear that her backside is just as
exquisite." Betharri replied licking his own full lips.
"I have not sampled her there, but now I am eager too, but first
breakfast." Velaenen said as he heard his stomach grumble.
"Tumbling and a swim does build an appetite, shame you missed mine, that
sweet daughter of Baron Gethaen joined me, we did more then laps I'll tell
you, limber little mynx, even for a High Elf." Betharri said with his own
lips being licked.
"Must have been delightful, that girl runs her male paiges ragged. I
overslept, had quite a fun dream." Velaenen said with a laugh as they
continued down the hall.
Betharri shook his head with a laugh, "Dear lad, I have fun dreams too,
but I take more time to live them as well."
The two arrived at the royal dining hall a few minutes later, many chairs
were already filled as members of the court carried on gossip and
conversation, though no food had yet been served. The prince walked over to
the king's chair, "Good morning your majesty!" Velaenen said with
exaggerated exuberance.
The king threw up his ring hand, and let the prince kiss it then said,
"Morning boy, Gods not even fifteen and knocked up his third maid already,
and the wench that replaced the poor girl, what a harlot." King Harnaeth
growled to his son.
The king was a lean, tall elegant looking elf, who looked taller then 6'4,
though almost fifty he did not look a day passed twenty, his aging slowing
to a crawl now. He has full creamy skin, and well sculpted features, though
his pale blue eyes were said to be very cold. He wore his silky blonde hair
long, with two traditional braids in front of his long elegantly pointed
ears. He wore a long red velvet tunic and leggings, the leggings snug, they
would have shown his toned athletic legs but for the knee length red leather
boots. The tunic was almost robe like in how it reached his knees, and had
large sleeves with an embroidered gold collar and cuffs.
"Forgive me sire if you feel that so offensive, but did you not do the
same. Your father, King Arvaelian III created the laws, and said it was our
duty to aid in replenishing our people, especially the peasantry as they
have not the means to afford 'the serum'." Velaenen said in a cold, but calm
manner.
"I did boy, but I did it as a labor, treated like a burden, not as an
excuse to chase skirt. I did it over a course of five years, did not start
till I was twenty, yet you took only one year. I had to get that trollop for
you just because she knows enough to be careful, and I'll not have a fourth
bastard to pay for, I am actually thinking of rescinding that law you know."
The king replied, then took his attention away from his son and continued
a conversation with Hierophant Brenaeth, one of 'the Temple's ranking
clerics, and a man that Velaenen despised.
King Harnaeth II was not always so cold towards his son and his ways. He
had always struck Velanen as a bit of a prude when growing up, but as
Brenaeth and others of his kind eased their way into the king's good graces
he has grown steadily worse. The king and his wife, Queen Dellavaenna have
not spoken to each other in two years, they now live in separate apartments,
and she only dines with the king on feast days.
Velaenen bowed just a bit less then he should and backed away, turning a
little sooner, his back to the king a little quicker then was proper.
Betharri merely bowed low for the king and backed away, slightly behind
Velaenen saying, "Good morning your majesty." Not even watching to see if he
was acknowledged.
Velaenen and Betharri walked over to greet Betharri's father who was half
way down the long table that seated forty, "Morning father!" Bretharri said
as he kissed his father on the cheek.
"Morning son, sorry I missed the morning swim, anything happen." His
Excellency, Ambassador Dorthaeno Grethaena asked amusedly.
"I had a positively charming time with Lady Kalaenna, Baron Gethaen's
second daughter." Betharri said with a laugh, and Velaenen was giggling as
well.
"I'm sure you did, you can give me all the sorted details later, I hear
she is quite a ride." The Dark Elvin ambassador laughed out, almost loud
enough for others nearby to hear.
His Excellency the Ambassador looked almost as youthful as his son,
despite the headaches he received from his three wives. He was tall at 6'5,
and very well muscled, easily matching strength with many knights, and ever
a rapacious rogue with both men and women. His youthful looks combined with
a Dark Elvin endowment that currently surpasses his young son, though
probably not for long and a century of perfecting the arts of seduction. His
deep red eyes were said to be hypnotic, and his curly black hair, kept at
back length and untied was made him even more seductive.
Betharri was the youngest of his four sons and three daughters, the others
all married off to decent families before Dorthaeno was reassigned to
Elyara. Now he and his wives strive to have no more children, and simply
while away their nights with wanton pleasure, and when he has pleasured his
wives, anyone else he desires.
"Good morning Your Excellency" Velaenen then said with a bow, just as deep
as the one he gave his father, and far deeper then was warranted for an
ambassador of even the highest family.
"Morning your highness, and please you give me far too much respect. So
how was the new maid this morning, I hear she is something to behold."
Dorthaeno asked with a light smile.
"It seems everyone knew about her before I did. Your Excellency she is a
fine example of Dark Elvin beauty, her face alone would steal hearts, and
her chest would bury them so deep as to make them irretrievable." Velaenen
said with a sigh.
"Indeed, that is the type of girl your father should have you marry."
Dorthaeno said with a louder laugh.
"Instead he seems to scour convents for potential brides, that last one
looked like he got her out of a convent's tomb, she was as cold as a corpse.
When I am king I'll get rid of the wretched concept of marriage, I'll be
like the barbarian chieftains of old and take whomever I want" Velaenen
sighed.
"Now that is an idea even my people would consider radical, sadly the
priests would all revolt and make things a mess." Dorthaeno replied, also
sighing.
Suddenly servants started pouring in with platters and carts laden with
the morning fare. Bretharri took a seat to the right of his father and
Velaenen sat beside his friend. Across from the table where Bretharri and
Velaenen sat and going further up were Velaenen's other companions. There
were six others, besides Velaenen and Betharri, the sons and daughter of
other nobility at court and other dignitaries.
Across from Velaenen sat Kelvanen Delthaen, sitting he looked a model of
High Elvin adolescent beauty, 6'2 with a slender, lightly toned body. His
light brown hair was full, and yet smooth like silk, a traditional braid in
front of each ear, his large dark amber eyes danced in the light, his
slender, beautiful face adorned with a large mouth with full sensual lips.
He wore a loose ruffled white shirt, tucked into a pair of brown tights of
similar cut to Betharri's though adorned with an ornate leather belt with a
beautifully carved silver buckle. The son of Duke Draenel Delthaen, Minister
of the Navy and part of the king's inner circle.
Kelvanen had a mischievous look to him this morning, as he did every
morning. As soon as Velaenen had sat down, Kelvanen's long leg stretched out
and was soon stroking the large bulge in Velaenen's crotch, "Morning
Highness, sleep well." Kelvanen laughed.
"Yes, quite nicely." Velaenen replied, then stuck his own booted foot out,
reaching the young elf far more easily across the slender dining table,
finding Kelvanen's own impressive bulge, one that was barely smaller then
his own.
Kelvanen struggled to control himself, his crotch swelling quickly,
straining against his tights, Kelvanen then quickly withdraws his leg, as
soon as he does that Velaenen does the same though Velaenen has maintained
far better composure.
"Even with a head start I had you, you need to develop better control dear
lad." Velaenen replied with a laugh.
"I'll get you one of these days My Prince." Kelvanen said with a sigh.
"I doubt that, as bad as His Royal Highness is at letting his loins rule
him, you my dear Kelvanen are a rutting stag in comparison." Said the young
elf on the left side of Kelvanen.
Velhareth Karnaen was another fine example of a High Elvin Lad. His dark
brown hair was also quite silky and reached the base of his back, but held
in a tightly bound braided tail, a few bangs of hair hung closely to the
side of his slightly almond shaped dark brown eyes. Though wearing a puffed,
and ruffled white shirt with a brown utilitarian, and long leather vest, and
tight leather breeches, not nearly as skin tight as the other three elves,
it was both practical, yet still revealing. At Velhareth's simple silver
buckled and dark brown leather belt hung his favorite hunting knife, a well
crafted, but simple hilt, that possessed as keen a blade of curved elven
steel as could be forged. His was a humble family, a little rough around the
edges with court manners, but often respected for their honor, sincerity and
honesty.
Velhareth's father was the Margrave of Haernar'Valeth, a vast thinly
populated frontier fief, though larger then some of the more prominent Grand
Duchy's of Elyarra, its small population, and lack of infrastructure made it
only worthy of being ruled by a Frontier Count. The land was rich with vast
forests, mountains and wild fae, and was greatly prized by the kings. It was
also frequently the entrance for hordes of marauding green skins, and giants
into the Kingdom, thus requiring a far larger defense. The Margraves of the
region were also Generals in the King's Army, and commanded what was often
the most battle hardened and elite of all the King's forces. Thus the
Margrave's position of General far outstripped the prestige of his noble
title, and made him a chief member of the King's inner circle. Theirs is a
noble house forged by the sword, where sons learn to ride as soon as they
can walk, and able to swing a sword as soon as they are done nursing from
their mother's bosom. Velhareth was a very fine example of such harsh
training, though the most dour of all the Prince's companions, and certainly
a young prodigy at swordcraft, he is still capable of laughing and levity
when possible.
"How interesting it is that you used that analogy, I heard that on the
last hunt, a certain paige caught you having your way with a most beautiful
stag. A strange one you are Velhareth, if not drinking the animals blood
after a kill, you will fuck them, then release them." Kelvaneth said with a
wide smile.
"Brelthen, that little bastard, he swore he wouldn't." Vehareth groaned.
"It wasn't his fault, the boy talks in his sleep, and of all the paiges,
he has the most exquisite back side in the castle. That we can both agree on
dear Velhareth." Kelvaneth said with a giggle.
"That he does, we were at it till almost sundown." Velhareth replied as he
licked his lips.
"You should allow us to have more of this, instead of going on the hunts
so often." Came another voice, stroking the still noticeable and quite proud
bulge in Velhareth's crotch, a bulge that looked to match Velaenen's and
Bretharri's with ease.
"Indeed, an organ of such proud stature is always welcome in our embraces"
came another voice nearly identical to the first.
"Ah but with you two it is more to the tune of you both embracing me,
while your own equally proud stalks have their way with my bunghole."
Velhareth said with a laugh.
Gevaenar and Jelaen were an odd sight together, both boys were identical
twins, and each quite beautiful, together they could overwhelm one's senses.
Both boys have creamy skin so light as to look like milk, their light golden
hair was so fair as to be compared to the rare and valuable platinum instead
of yellow gold. Their blue eyes were bright and brilliant, one could swear
they saw arcs of lightning crisscrossing them. There was rumor that the
House of Charvaen had kept the family tree rather closely trimmed in
previous generations because of innermarriage, resulting in many of its
members being sickly, having infirm minds, and strange physical traits. Only
with the use of the serum and their grandfather marrying a disowned Dark
Elvin Princess has the house been infused with heartier stock, the twins
both possessing toned muscular bodies of great strength and agility, even
greater then Velaenen's and Betharri's considerable bodies. This of course
made the wrestling matches between the brothers a favorite form of
entertainment for the group, especially since they were often nude and
always well oiled.
The boys' father Prince Gaeltharneth Charvaen was arguably the second
most powerful man in the kingdom, his large principality is directly
adjacent to the main royal fief. Their great-grandfather had in fact made an
attempt for the throne himself, but lost out in the power struggle to the
house of Aldraeneth after the defeat of the dark wizard. After that it was
ordered that the heirs to the principality would be kept at court as
'guests' of the royal house, the prospect of twins has made the notion of
heredity and inheritance most difficult, though the brothers do not concern
themselves with it now.
Across the table from Dorthaeno sat His Excellency, Ambassador Marthaeno
Gretheneth, the ambassador from the Dark Elvin Kingdom of Nathar'Galoth, and
next to him his son Nelshaenen, and his older sister Symfaena.
Marthaeno dressed in a far less flamboyant manner then Dorthaeno, though
was easily as enchanting and seductive. Only married to one woman, who died
in childbirth along with his second daughter, now a widower, he enjoyed many
liasons at court. His family is not nearly as well off as Dorthaeno's, and
thus prevented him from multiple marriages, his status so harmed by his lack
of funds made marriage to another noble house and the infusion of money
through a wife's dowry a difficult prospect. Marthaeno's father had
squandered the family fortunes living like an Eastern Sultan in his day.
Though only a count, he was reputed to have had six wives, and twelve
concubines of both genders, though strangely only produced one son, and two
daughters, and left them with barely enough for his daughters dowrys, and
most of the family lands sold off to pay his debts. Thus Marthaeno had
entered public service in hopes of reclaiming his family's former glory, as
well as a court income to support himself and his children.
His son Nelshaenen is a solidly built thirteen year old lad, with a toned
body and broad shoulders, and already standing at 6' in height. His long
full black hair has a silky texture more akin to a High Elf as it reached
the base of his back, with High Elven styled braids in front of his large
pointed ears, and his warm, affectionate light brown eyes, another trait
more akin to a High Elf. Though his complexion was dark, and the proud
basket of his loins, contained in a studded leather codpiece, his tights of
the hip hugging second skin style so popular with the young of the court,
still told that he was mostly of Dark Elvin lineage. Along the belt of his
tights sat an ornate silver flute in a fine leather harness, made by the
finest of High Elvin craftsmanship, an extravagance for one in Marthaeno's
situation, it was one the boy's great passions. Some often remarked that the
boy is more High Elvin in manner then in the eyes.
Symfaena was fifteen, and already looked to be blossoming into womanhood
as only a Dark Elf can. Her Curly long black hair was held by a simple
though elegant comb with several locks running in front of her right eye,
giving her a sultry air. Her eyes were a light, swirling violet that
accentuated her lighter olive skin, and matched the shade of her exposed
areolas. She wore a very low cut purple and black lace gown, a style popular
in her homeland that showed her very ample bosom, as well as accentuate her
curvy hips and ample ass, it was clear she would in fact surpass Velaenen's
new maid when she fully matured.
Symfaena was rolling a giant, ripe strawberry in her mouth in a most
tawdry and seductive manner staring at Lihenbrena Brelvaen, his given name
an elvin name of most old and noble lineage, who sat across from her. The
son of the Court Historian, and the only one of rather common birth allowed
to sit at the table, besides his father, who by virtue of his position is
part of the king's inner circle. He was beautiful to say the least, only
fourteen, he already was considered a bard of incredible skill, and
possessing a beautiful voice, while his skill with the lute was already the
talk of the castle. Of the less ribald entertainment that the group shared
were musical recitals, Lihenbrena on the lute and singing while Nelhaenen
played the flute, and Symfaena played the harp, and sometimes added her own
talented voice.
Lihenbrena stood at 6'2, and possessed a slender, delicate body. He wore a
daring brown leather vest that showed off his lean sculpted torso. His full
curly hair reaching half way down his back and colored a vibrant orange, he
often liked playing with hair coloring cantrips, and would change his hair
color on a weekly basis, or to match his clothes. He had a lean delicate
face with delicate, supple lips and large green eyes. His hip hugging brown
leather tights also contained a proud basket, that was only slightly shy of
the prince's own proud endowment. That endowment was already being massaged
by Symfaena's skilled and delicate foot. But even more then Velaenen the
young bard kept his composure to a slight groan and enchanting stare while
he ate.
All about the Prince and his friends carried on with games of wits and
conversations, Kelvaneth ever a fountain of information of the goings on in
court, often getting information from various sources in bed, never anything
serious, just gossip, and embarrassing secrets.
Just as breakfast had ended, and the plates were being cleared, less
prestigious members of court were then granted admittance as the king made
his way to the throne room. Suddenly, just finishing the last swallow of
some juice, someone caught Velaenen's attention, and almost made him choke.
Behind the Royal Master Librarian he stood, maintaining, far more then was
expected, respectful distance, his face hung low, he shook nervously, and
both hands tried desperately to cover his crotch. His name was Lemfaenes
Gereth, a slender and toned 5'8, but unlike what Velaenen saw in his dream,
he was neither sensual nor even teasing. Though he was dressed in a white
ruffled shirt of light near transparent gauze and cotton that showed his
slender torso and wore a pair of hip hugging black tights and matching knee
high leather boots that accentuated his prominent bulge. A bulge that his
small delicate hands tried so desperately to cover, but proved far too
inadequate. Occasionally Lemfaenes stared over at the Prince and his
friends, and once both locked eyes for a moment, only for Lemfaenes to
quickly avert his gaze, and shake more nervously for a few moments.
"He is such a delicious sight, small, and lithe, but such a big pouch, he
looks larger then even Nelhaenen. A pity his baring doesn't reflect such
daring attire." Betharri said with a sigh.
"That fool, 'Master Librarian Frevaenen Chelthaen', parades him around
like that to show his displeasure with his apprentice. He knows of the
king's sensibilities. I heard that during the selection process he had this
delicate little thing with hardly a bulge to him picked out. The dear Master
Librarian is far from chaste, but it seems by accident of his siring that he
lacks 'noble endowment' to go with his desires and would have preferred that
boy's delicate backside rather then dear Lemfaenes's mighty stalk, and fine
toned ass. Sadly for the Master Librarian his choice barely passed the
testing, while Lemfaenes passed with flying banners and trumpeting heralds,
the eldar obviously has no taste." Kelvaneth said with a wry smile, licking
his lips looking over the slight apprentice librarian.
"How did you find this out dear Kelvaneth, you didn't sleep with him did
you?" Velaenen asked, trying to hide his curiosity.
"Well I had just finished my studies and went to the Library for a read, I
had been thinking about looking at some new hair braiding cantrips. I hid
behind a bookcase when I heard the 'Master Librarian' yelling, he looked
rather drunk, kept on saying how he wished for Heraenen, his preferred
choice, he kept on calling Lemfaenes a malshapened little monster. Most
distressing and sad, but then he noticed me, and acted like nothing had
happened at all, and just told Lemfaenes to finish filing some books. I
would love to sleep with him, why are you interested too Dear Prince"
Kelvaneth said with a sly smile, Velaenen could not hide his interest in the
young apprentice librarian.
"It is quite obvious that Lemfaenes points out his inadequacies, but if I
were him, I would use the boy to advance in court. The Temple Hierophants
may be most favored now, but there are others of high standing who are for
more indulgent in ways of the flesh." Betharri said with a sigh.
"Indeed, and a few Hierophants too, I would love to have a tumble with
him, so sweet, and gentle looking, though that brute between his legs looks
so delightful." Symfaena added with a bawdy smile.
"Well enough about poor Lemfaenes, I am going to see if Lady Kalaenna
would like to go for a walk in the gardens." Betharri said with a devilish
smile.
"Mind if we come along, I hear she possesses incredible stamina, besides
being quite limber." Gevaenar said with a smile, and his brother nodded in
agreement.
"Why not, I know she mentioned you two as being most pleasing to her
eyes." Betharri said with another devilish smile.
With that the three boys made their way to a beautiful golden blonde elvin
maiden possessing a slender, but athletic body, and possessing wonderfully
formed, round breasts, that were a delightful looking handful, as was her
slender, but wonderfully shaped backside, her green eyes laughing and
bright.
Watching with a bemused smile, Velaenen almost misses Lemfaenes and the
Master Librarian leave. Velaenen felt a strange need to follow them. Keeping
as much of an unsuspicious looking a distance as he could, while being
within a concentrated ear shot.
"Why do you cover yourself like that, I thought all of the little monsters
with bodies like yours like to flaunt it." The Master Librarian growled.
"I'm sorry sir, but I am not like that, if I caused any embarrassment I
humbly apologize." Lempo replied under a shaky voice.
"Well you didn't make yourself noticed at least, thank the gods."
Frevaenen growled.
"It is an 'Idle Day' sir, will you require me any further." Lemfaenes then
asked sheepishly.
"No, you can go, better for you to be out of my sight now." Frevaenen said
harshly.
"Thank you sir." Lemfaenes said a little more light hearted, then quickly
ran off with all the swiftness of an elf.
"Drat, what am I to do?" Velaenen whispered to himself.
Velaenen tried to keep his eye on Lemfaenes while not chasing after him,
but lost him a minute later, the halls far too winding for his gaze to keep
up. After wandering around, lost in thought, confused to his attraction to
the boy.
After wandering the halls for several minutes, Velaenen then noticed the
faint sounds of flute playing. Velaenen's sharp elvin ears followed the
sound, hoping to find its source. He made his way out of the main keep, to
the old eastern walls, an old rotting pile of stone barely held up by an old
watchtower. The tower was no longer of any use, the castle grounds expanded
during the last years of Velaenen's grandfather's reign. As Velaenen
approached the tower, it was quite clear that whoever was playing the music
was at the top floor. Velaenen thought the music quite beautiful, but sad
and somber. It could not have been Nelshaenen, his tunes were often happy,
or if it were possible, rather bawdy. Velaenen went up the stairs with a
swift and silent pace, a pace that was quite natural for High Elves.
Velaenen was at the top floor swiftly, his presence betrayed by only the
gasp he made when he saw who was playing.
Lemfaenes sat on an old wooden table, and gazed out the window, the tower
offered a wonderful view of the surrounding forest, and out the other side,
the royal gardens and pools.
"My Prince, oh dear!" Lemfaenes shouted, quite startled, and shaking
nervously.
"Hello there, I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you, I heard the music,
and simply followed it to the source." Velaenen said, himself quite nervous.
"Oh, forgive me highness." Lemfaenes replied, trying not to meet
Velaenen's gaze.
Velaenen then slowly approached Lemfaenes, took his chin by the fore
finger and stared into his beautiful face, "Such a sad, somber song would
move me to tears too, had I heard the entirety of it. Why such a sad song on
such a wonderful day dear Libarian's Apprentice."
"It is nothing of your concern my prince, tis just what my mood was in."
Lemfaenes replied, trying to not stare directly at Velaenen.
"Is something wrong with me Lemfaenes, why do you avert your enchanting
gaze from me." Velaenen asked now more softly.
"I thought that the direct gaze of a commoner would offend his majesty."
Lemfaenes replied, slowly growing calmer.
"Dear Lemfaenes, for your eyes not to meet my own I would find more
offensive. Please let those enchanting eyes meet mine." Velaenen said, his
voice trembling slightly, his own anxiety building.
Lemfaens then stared directly into Velaenen's eyes, and the two quivered
with excitement. Velaenen released Lempfeanes' chin and they just stared at
each other for several moments before either of them spoke.
"Do you come here often." Velaenen then asked with a smile.
Lemfaenes blushed quite a bit, "That can have many meanings highness."
Velaenen then stares more at the table and floor, his refined eyes and
nose smell the faint odor of cum. The smell and the stains on the floor are
most localized in the area overlooking the pools and gardens. Velaenen then
looks out the window, and into the gardens. He sees the twins each giving
their all to the quim and ass of Lady Kalaenna, while her mouth services
Betharri, "Those three didn't waste much time in getting into her garters."
Velaenen said with a laugh.
"A lovely view dear Lemfaenes, I am sorry for intruding, this place is
obviously a most enjoyable private sanctuary." Velaenen said as he continued
to stare out into the gardens.
"Your majesty is not upset, I have born witness to not just your self, but
your companions and other members of court doing all manner of things from
up here." Lemfaenes replied, now shaking again.
"I would have preferred to know, but that is the past and nothing can be
done about it, I actually enjoy an audience, only decorum and manners keep
me from making a truly lecherous spectacle of myself." Velaenen said, now
growing aroused watching his companions despoil a baron's daughter.
Velaenen managed to break away his gaze and walked over to Lemfaenes,
"Lemfaenes I feel that I must apologize, I have disturbed your sanctuary, a
sanctuary from a hard master. I must make amends to you, I too have a secret
sanctuary, a place to get away, though sadly it lacks the excellent view, it
does have it's own charms." Velaenen said, now feeling quite spry.
The prince, feeling quite giddy was soon rushing down the stairs,
Lemfaenes tried desperately to keep up, Velaenen's long elvin legs were
rushing down the tower five steps to a stride, only his elvin grace and
agility kept him from falling. Lemfaenes managed to keep up, though
exerting more effort from his slightly shorter legs. Finally they reached
the base of the tower and the rotting wall, on the other side of which were
high, thick hedges, and a copse of trees.
"How strange that our two sanctuaries are so close, though yours 80 feet
off the ground, and mine among trees and soft grass." Velaenen said with a
laughing smile.
Lemfaenes was at first surprised when Velaenen pried a pair of edges, and
light of greater illumination then in the shadow of the tower and wall. One
hand prying the hedges open, the other taking Lemfaenes by his small
delicate hand.
Lemfaenes felt as he entered a doorway through the hedges. On the other
side it was sunny and bright, the light dancing through the leaves of many
tall trees, with a sunlit glade at the heart. As they made their way closer,
a silk blanket, bowls of sweet fruits and wine appeared seemingly out of
thin air.
"Wonders as I have never seen?" Lemfaenes exclaimed.
"You like it then, wonderful." Velaenen replied.
"How did the blanket, fruits and wine appear?" Lempo then asked.
"This tuft has an enchantment on it, when I walk near, it creates the
blanket, but teleports the fruit from across the glade, the wine and glasses
from the kitchen and winery. My grandfather had it done for me on my twelfth
birthday. He had this glade transferred here from a forest that was mostly
destroyed in a fire out in the frontiers. It's a special place in ways that
you will soon find out." Velaenen said with a laugh as he laid down on the
blanket and took a bite from a ripe plum.
"How can their be fruit, tis only spring?" Lemfaenes says as he lays down
next to the prince, but keeping a respectful distance.
"The glade is a very special place, an enchanted place, it bears fruit
throughout the year, as well as maintain a steady early summer warmth, not
too hot, nor too cool." Velaenen said as he wolfed down the rest of the
plum.
"Wonders and marvels." Lemfaenes said as he lay down and stared at the
large, ancient, yet still vibrant trees.
Velaenen then looks over and sees how far away Lemfaenes is laying from
him, "Lemfaenes, lay closer to me, besides all the fruit and wine are over
here." Velaenen said, as he reached over for a handful of grapes.
"Your majesty, I couldn't." Lemfaenes replied, sounding terribly nervous.
"Nonsense, you are my guest, it would be a dishonor for me not to provide
food and drink." Velaenen said with a laugh.
Slowly, Lemfaenes crawled closer to the prince, his shaking increasing as
he drew closer to Velaenen. Veleanen then rolled on his side, and waved a
ripe red grape over Lemfaenes' mouth, "Care for one, they are very ripe, and
have no seeds to worry about?" Velaenen said as he continued to dangle the
grape in front of Lemfaenes.
Lemfaenes slowly raised his head and snagged the grape with his teeth, and
managed to pry it from the stem without breaking the skin of the grape.
Velaenen was quite impressed as he saw Lemfaenes perform the act.
"What a well trained mouth you have Lemfaenes, you did not even break the
skin!" Velaenen then exclaimed, watching the sweet Elvin boy savor the ripe,
sweet grape.
"I merely gauged how thin the skin was with my lips and teeth." Lemfaenes
replied, as bit off another grape that was offered to him, though he still
shook and was very nervous.
"Do I make you feel uncomfortable Lemfaenes, is it something I'm doing, I
want you to relax." Velaenen then said as he looked at Lemfanes' enchanting
face.
"No Highness, it is just that I never thought I would be this close to
you. I have only caught glimpses of you before just as breakfast was ending,
or when you were in the Library, I never thought I would be this close to
you." Lemfaenes said, his breathing becoming hard.
"Why Lemfaenes, are you enamored with me, if so then this is a joyous day.
I too have savored every glimpse I could have of you, you have haunted my
dreams for weeks." Velaenen said, surprised at his own admission.
"Really, despite all the other, how shall I say, 'liasons' you have."
Lemfaenes said, shocked as well.
"Those my dear lad are but acts of pleasure and friendship. I do not know
how it is with common folk, but sex being tied to love and marriage, those
notions have been breaking down for almost two hundred years with the
aristocracy, of course Dark Elvin contraceptive measures make it all the
easier, and provide fewer 'inconveniences'." Velaenen said as he drew closer
to Lemfaenes.
"My, I feel so light headed right now!" Lemfaenes said, he was perspiring
and his breathing was growing hurried.
"Here have a glass of wine, it should help calm you." Velaenen said as he
handed a glass filled with a light red wine to Lemfaenes.
Lemfaenes slammed it down in a gulp, and Velaenen quickly refilled the
glass, only to have Lemfaenes empty it quickly. A third drought was poured,
this time Lemfaenes took it in smaller sips, savoring the rich smell and
flavor.
Velaenen then poured himself a glass, and took slow leisurely sips,
savoring the wine as well. The two young elves laid down now, eating fruit
and drinking wine, Lemfaenes asking Velaenen about his many sexual
escapades, especially those that Lemfaenes caught from the tower. After an
hour both the fruit and wine were gone, Lemfaenes was not only relaxed, but
laughing and giddy, the wine doing an excellent job.
Velaenen was also relaxed and giddy though not nearly as affected by the
wine as Lemfaenes, it was clear the young elf was not yet experienced with
'spirits'. Velaenen once again rolls over to face Lemfaenes, he notices that
Lemfaenes' tights are straining from a growing erection, all the talk of
sexplay had enflamed the young elf's loins.
"We must free that, it would be a shame to ruin new tights." Velaenen said
as he eased off Lemfaenes' tights.
Lemfaenes' outrageously large cock sprang free like a snake, spraying
several jets of precum into Velaenen's face, "My such a fierce, angry dragon
I have set free." Velaenen said with a wine fed laugh.
Lemfaenes, freed from his emotional restraints by enough wine, soon had
his own hand feeling Velaenen's own loins, "It seems my prince that your
dragon wishes to be set free from it's lair as well. " Lemfaenes said with a
laugh.
"How right, let us free not just our dragons, but our selves as well from
restraint." Velaenen said as he quickly removed his vest, boots and tights,
only his medallion remained on.
Lemfaenes took a little longer, his head still bubbly from the wine, he
giggled and laughed as he stripped, while Velaenen licked his lips in
anticipation, his own mighty cock now throbbing and erect. As soon as
Lemfaenes was naked, he quickly fell to his knees, where Velaenen met him
with a long tender kiss that soon had their tongues engaging in a writhing
dance. They could feel themselves, their souls merging, it was love, a deep
passionate love.
As soon as they parted lips, Lemfaenes fell back onto the blanket,
Velaenen crawled on top of him, kissing Lemfaenes again, then gradually
moving his mouth away. Velaenen licked at both of Lemfaenes' long, sensitive
ears, gradually moving his mouth down to suckle and gnaw at the soft flesh
of his dangling ear lobes. Then slowly working his mouth down, licking,
sucking and gnawing along Lemfaenes', long, slender neck.
Velaenen worked his mouth further down still, nuzzling his lips and tongue
into Lemfaenes' bare armpits, the young elf's perspiration smelling more
like perfume distilled from wild flowers then the salty musk of men.
Velaenen still working his mouth further down also suckled, and nibbled on
Lemfaenes' pert nipples, and worked further still to his hard, toned
stomach. He moved Lemfaenes' massive, throbbing stalk out of the way, his
hand only gently stroking the long thick shaft, the beast easily almost
fifteen inches long, and with a proud girth as well.
Velaenen then worked his way to Lemfaenes' full round testicles, each
larger then a lemon, smooth and round, dangling loosely from Lemfaenes' sack
from the heat. Velaenen savored the perfume like musk around Lemfaenes'
loins, a sweeter heavier scent then in his young pits. He licked and sucked
on each full testicle, rolling it around his mouth, before finally reaching
the true prize, that long thick stalk between the young elf's legs.
Velaenen engulfed the raging stalk with one gulp, savoring the sweet
flavor of Lemfaenes' precum, while his tongue and lips gently caressed the
shaft. Lemfaenes was in near tears, never before had he known such pleasure,
not even when he sucked himself off. Velaenen worked his exquisitely trained
mouth all along the shaft, his hand stroking Lemfaenes' burning loins.
Lemfaenes barely lasted another two minutes before he finally screamed in
wild pleasure, and unleashed a raging tidal wave of young elvin seed.
Velaenen savored the discharge as something near holy, doing his best to
make sure as little as possible is lost. Despite a belly full of wine and
fruit, Velaenen caught all but the last minute of the four minute continuous
discharge of eldar nectar, both young elves bathing in the rest, before
licking the stalk clean and sucking it of its last few spurts.
Still burning with lust, and thoroughly wet from his own copious
discharge, Lemfaenes raised his legs and exposed his quivering pink hole to
Velaenen. Velaenen burning with lust, took the offering gladly. Velaenen got
on his belly, and had his sights set on Lemfaenes' begging boy quim, and
recited a short incantation that sounded more like a bawdy elvin song.
Lemfaenes' ass now seemed to smell of wild flowers and elvin cum, the hole
leaking juices as well, lubricating itself.
Lemfaenes groaned in pleasure after the spell was cast, his ass burning,
needing penetration, "A most useful spell, does a lovely job clearing the
bowels as well." Velaenen said as he slipped his tongue inside.
Lemfaenes squirmed and groaned as he felt his insides squirm in delight,
Velaenen's wild, well trained, and skilled tongue soon had Lempo sliding up
and down seeming mountains and valleys of pleasure of a kind he had never
before experienced. All this finally built up to Velaenen easing out his
tongue and quickly replacing it with his own massive shaft.
Veleanen had raised Lemfaenes' waist up to his own, the young Elf's long
legs resting on Velaenen's shoulders as he slowly pushed his massive cock
into the young elf, thrusting gently, his precum helping to further
lubricate Lemfaenes' ass. Lemfaenes was screaming and squealing in ecstasy
as Velaenen set himself into a slow, steady thrusting rhythm when he was all
the way in. Velaenen's hands savoring the feel of Lemfaenes' hard stomach
and narrow waist. Lemfaenes stroked and clawed Velaenen's hard muscular pecs
and broad shoulders. Lemfaenes was soon brought to the heights of ecstasy,
and his mighty cock released again, blast after blast bathed Lemfaenes'
torso and face, before spraying off over his head to the ground, some three
feet past the blanket itself, Lemfaenes stroking his huge cock violently.
The anal contractions soon brought Velaenen to climax as well, as he
started cumming his own thrusting became faster, harder. His massive balls
smacked loudly against Lemfaenes' ass, sending rivulets of sweat flying.
Lemfaenes who had been licking cum from his face, soon had Velaenen's tongue
licking off cum as well, soon both tongues and mouths meeting in a hot
intense kiss. Velaenen brought Lemfaenes up to a vertical position.
Lemfaenes' huge cock still spraying, caressed in the mounds and valleys of
Velaenen's hard abs and muscular pecs, a geyser of cum still shooting up
between Velaenen's cleavage.
Though Lemfaenes stopped cumming two minutes before Velaenen, the prince
continued to thrust and drive his raging eruption of cum up into Lemfaenes'
ass till it started pouring from his bung like a waterfall. They continued
to kiss and lick each other the whole time, it was a minute after Velaenen
ceased cumming that he finally could ease Lemfaenes off his still hot and
throbbing shaft.
Velaenen still looked at Lemfaenes with hungry eyes though, he leaned back
against the blanket, and pulled Lemfaenes down with him, turning the young
elf around, Lemfaenes' still hard cock and balls in the prince's face. Again
Velaenen swallowed the fierce shaft with ease. Lemfaenes though surprised at
first, quickly got the idea and tried to swallow Velaenen's massive shaft.
Lemfaenes managed to swallow most of the massive, thick, throbbing cock,
well practiced with himself, and soon managed a natural, and well skilled
tongue and mouth working of the Prince's mighty rod. This time, their loins
less fiery, the two elves savor each other's sex, and take their time to
caress the beasts, the two not cumming again for another fifteen minutes.
Both young elves also savor and bathe in the massive discharges of spew with
far more leisure as well. The two boys then kissed and groped, their bodies
slippery and writhing, covered in cum, before they finally fall asleep
together.
"My that was quite a lovely performance, so young and virile." Lemfaenes
heard, like in a dream, still lost to sleep.
"Indeed, I do hope Velaenen will let us play with him too." Lemfaenes
heard another voice, similar, but still distinct from the other.
Slowly he wakes up, and sees Velaenen just getting up as well, the cum on
their bodies starting to get hard and crusty on them, "So I was not dreaming
this time." Velaenen said with a smile as he reached over and kissed
Lemfaenes.
"I dreamed too, though it was strange, I heard these two voices. They were
both strange, light and lilting, yet slow and rolling, at first I thought we
were found by a couple of your companions, but none of them sound like
that."
"Ahh, I figured they would be watching." Velaenen said with a laugh.
"Who?" Lemfaenes asked, quite confused.
"You will see dear Lemfaenes, and I am sure they will love you." Velaenen
replied with a laugh.
Velaenen then walked over to a mighty looking oak tree, it's trunk
slender, though it's branches spread far and wide, it's thick roots dug deep
into the ground. Velaenen stroked the bark of the tree and whispered a soft
soothing song into it. The tree started to glow, a shaft of light shot up
from the trunk, bisecting it down the middle, then started spreading like
labia just before birth.
Out from the portal stepped a tall and glowing form. The light obscured
his features till the portal finally closed several seconds later. He was
tall at 6'8 in height and beautiful, the skin on his slender, lanky body a
glowing light gold in color. He was lean with a long torso and long limbs.
He had a fey like face, strangely wise, yet holding all the softness and
beauty of an adolescent boy, soft, beautiful and sensual. His large
semi-almond shaped eyes were like two green pools with small white pupils.
His ears were large and parted his full, soft green hair. Two elven styled
braids adorned the front, while his hair reached the base of his back, the
lips of his large mouth were full and sensual, a lightly shaded green. His
only adornment being a golden necklace that was styled like bonded golden
oak leaves. Lemfaenes then stared in awe at the long, thick golden cock that
dangled between his legs, almost reaching his knees with a pair of large
smooth testicles to back up the might stalk.
Velaenen then walked over to another tree, near identical to the other,
and repeated the process. Another tall creature stepped forth from the tree,
his features similar to the other, though there was enough subtle variation
in his still beautiful face to tell him apart from the other.
The tall creatures then bent over to kiss Velaenen softly on the lips,
then they turned and walked over to Lemfaenes. They each bent down on their
knees and kissed Lemfaenes gently on the forehead and lips.
"Lemfaenes this is Vilanen, and Keolden, well that's what they prefer in
our dialect, their names are quite long in their native tongue." Velaenen
said with a sweet smile as he stared at them.
"How did you summon them, what are they?" Lemfaenes asked, still quite
shocked at the two strange, yet beautiful creatures.
"They are Bryaden, Bryad in the singular, their female counterparts are
far more famous and known in legend, the Dryads, seductive female tree
sprites, I'm sure you've heard of them. I did not summon them, I merely told
them it was safe to come out." Velaenen said as he walked over to the two
Bryaden and Lemfaenes.
"I have not had much time to study the wild fey, my master keeps me busy,
though I have heard of Dryads, Nymphs, and the more diminutive fey."
Lemfaenes replied as he stared at Vilanen and Keolden.
"We have not seen a Dryad in many years, so many of us lost during the war
with the dark wizard. Without them it is difficult to sire more of our
kind." Vilanen said with a sigh.
"We had tried spreading our seed in the soil in hopes of growing a
spritebaring tree, but it will be many years before we know if we're
successful. For now we spread our seed, when we are not filling the
beautiful prince and his friends with it." Keolden said with a light laugh.
"Wonders and marvels!" Lemfaenes exclaimed.
Lemfaenes then looked over and saw Vilanen and the prince locked in a
heated embrace, their cocks swaying as they rubbed against each other,
slowly growing erect. Lemfaenes, nervous at first, slowly approached the
still kneeling Keolden and started slowly kissing him on his full warm lips,
soon the two fell down onto the soft grass, Lemfaenes climbing atop the lean
bryad, his hands running along the bryad's slender toned torso. The two
elves stayed with their fey companions, sampling the contours of their
bodies, the skill of their tongues and the warm embrace of their lips.
Suddenly Velaenen parted lips with Vilanen, "Lemfaenes, there is something
else I must show you." Velaenen said as he and Vilanen stood up headed
further into the woods.
After walking passed a copse of trees they came upon a small pool
surrounded by fine polished white marble, and decorated with beautiful,
anatomically correct 'noble' elvin statures, both male and female.
The water was strange, sparkling clear, the white marble giving it an off
white hue. The pool was quite large, almost a diameter of twelve feet, but
appeared to be much deeper. Suddenly Velaenen and Vilanen jumped in, and
started to frolic, then Keolden jumped in. Lemfaenes seeing all three of his
companions in the strange pool, threw caution to the wind, and jumped in.
As soon as Lemfaenes entered the pool, he started flailing, "The water,
there is something in it?" Lemfaenes shouted.
Keolden dove down and resurfaced in front of Lemfaenes, his long green
hair streaked back, his golden skin shining in the sun. Lemfaenes was
suddenly calm, so calm and entranced that all he could do was kiss Keolden
again. This time Lemfaenes was drawn to kiss him even more, his lips wet wit
the thick deep water, though it wasn't water at all, but a strange liquid
that tasted of sweet butterscotch, with just a hint of alcohol to give it a
heady taste.
"Velaenen what is this substance, we are certainly not swimming in
ordinary spring water?" Lemfaenes said now more curious then frightened.
"Not quite sure, it's harmless though, my great grandfather put in the
pool, when this was all just a normal garden. He found the liquid in the
ruins of a magic academy destroyed in the great war, obviously the dark
wizard never thought highly of it or he would have taken It. I think some
wizard who did study it said that it was probably made for parties by an
academy brotherhood who spent more time fornicating then studying. Well
that's what he said, he never said anything more, the statues were added in
by my grandfather to add to the d‚cor of the pool, and to hint to its main
purpose." Velaenen said with a sinister smile.
"Interesting indeed!" Lemfaenes said as he dove underneath the surface.
Holding himself in the heart of the thick liquid layer, Lemfaenes opened
his eyes and saw Keolden smiling brightly, "You can release your breath, you
can breath and speak under here." The Bryad said with a laugh.
Slowly Lemfaenes released his breath and was shocked that he could breathe
in the liquid. He swam closer to Keolden and soon the two were locked in a
slow and sensual kiss, tongues tasting sweet mouths, and the even sweeter
honey-like water. Soon the two tongues became three as Velaenen joined the
fray.
Heated, and lusty Velaenen soon had several fingers buried between
Keolden's round firm bum cheeks, his fingers probing the Bryad's lusting
hole. However, Velaenen had his other hand grasping Lemfaenes by the back of
his neck and pulling Lemfaenes closer to his own wanting mouth. Keolden saw
the desire the young prince had for Lemfaenes, and not wanting to impede
him, put his mouth to work elsewhere on Lemfaenes. Keolden slowly worked his
tongue down the tender young elf's body, savoring his long slender neck,
pert nipples, and finally his ponderous stalk. Lemfaenes' cock danced and
swayed in the honey-like water almost beckoning the bryad to taste its
charms.
Keolden slipped the mighty brute into his mouth, his lips and mouth
teasing the round plum-like head. Keolden then brought himself to a
horizontal position, his stomach flat, then with his lips just teasing
Lemfaenes' cock head he turned himself over so as to be lying on his back.
Keolden then had his lips lock tighter around the cockhead, his tongue
rubbing against the top of Lemfaenes' cockhead, moving forwards, backwards,
and up and down with great speed and precision. Lemfaenes merely groaned,
his lips locked with his prince, the young elf had found paradise.
While Velaenen was busy kissing Lemfaenes, he was startled when Vilanen
swam up behind the prince, kissing him on the cheek and along the neck, and
hugged warmly, his arms wrapped around the prince's slender waist. As he
hugged Velaenen, the bryad was easily able to ease his mammoth cock into the
young prince's waiting ass. As soon as Vilanen was in all the way, his long
delicate hands then startled to fondle and squeeze Velaenen's fat balls, and
massive cock, while his hips engaged in a slow, gentle rhythm.
In this dance of writhing fey flesh, it did not take long for one of the
quartet to reach orgasm. Vilanen groaned as he unleashed a torrent into the
young prince's ass, his once gentle thrusting becoming swift and powerful.
It was while watching Vilanen erupt that Lemfaenes noted another aspect of
the pool, the spurts and ropes of cum that floated from Velaenen's ass
slowly floated about, writhing and swimming around them.
Soon after Vilanen had reached climax, Velaenen followed, unleashing his
own torrent. Then Lemfaenes truly saw the wonders of the pool. The cum
pumped out in a slow even flow, mixing with the cum that escaped from the
prince's ass, and floating near Keolden. Lemfaenes was soon lost to the
observation when he too was soon locked in climax, his own massive cock
pumping cum down Keolden's throat, but at a slow throbbing pace.
Keolden thought he would be bringing himself off with his hand, but
savoring Lemfaenes' sweet eldar milk, and the stray discharges of cum
swirling around him and splashing against him got the bryad so heated that
he merely erupted with a spasm in his mighty stalk.
The cum flowed from all of them at a slow even pace, the pool dragging
their orgasms to last hours rather then minutes. All the quartet could do
was writhe and spasm in ecstasy till it finally ended.
Afterwards all four surfaced, Velaenen looking at the sun, seeing that it
was almost in midday position. All four then extricated themselves from each
other, "It is near midday, sadly we must get pack to the palace for
midmeal," Velaenen said as he looked at the two beautiful bryads.
"We understand, and it is always a pleasure to know you dear prince."
Vilanen said with a wry smile.
"Must we my prince?" Lemfaenes said looking sad, as he stared at Keolden.
"We will come back, tis an 'idle day' we can return later, perhaps with
more friends as well." Velaenen said with a wry smile, that also had the
Bryad's smiling as well.
"Lemfaenes you are also welcome visit us on your own as well, we always
enjoy company." Keolden said as he kissed Lemfaenes on the forehead.
"Ancient, and noble fey sprites, you honor this common born elf greatly."
Lemfaenes said with a wide smile.
"You honor us not just with titles, but baring that is unnecessary, though
greatly appreciated." Vilanen replied with a smile and a slight curt of his
head.
"Velaenen, your young love is quite well mannered, you have truly been
blessed. He is young, though possesses an old and noble soul." Keolden said
to Velaenen then turned to Lemfaenes, "Do not concern yourself with the
status of your birth, the prince will love you deeply regardless of your
class."
Lemfaenes and Velaenen then smiled at each other, blushing brightly, then
stared with love and affection at the two Bryads, they all then gathered in
a group hug and kissed each other with wet lips and warm, writhing tongues
before they all crawled out of the pool. Lemfaenes marveled that he felt
merely wet, though he also felt giddy from the water as well.
"They are so wise, knowing, yet so youthful and beautiful." Lemfaenes said
with a sigh, as he started stroking his finally limp cock.
"We had better get you some food, before you get truly inebriated. But you
are right, they are in fact over four hundred years old, old and wise by the
standards of mortal races, yet still so young for theirs." Velaenen said as
he and Lemfaees got dressed, the two Bryad's returned to their trees with a
wave good-bye before they entered the portals.
"Velaenen" Lemfaenes then said softly.
"Yes" the prince replied, shocked as Lemfaenes leaped into his arms and
kissed deeply.
The prince being of impressive strength, and Lemfaenes so light, it was
easy for the prince to hold the young elf in his arms, Velaenen grasping him
by his waist and firm round buttox.
"Thank you Velaenen, my prince, for such a wonderful time. I have dreamed
since the first time I saw you of pleasing, you, of knowing your touch and
your embrace. When our gazes met this morning I though my heart would
explode!" Lemfaenes said with a tear in his eye.
"Thank you for fulfilling my longing dear Lemfaenes. I too wanted to know
you for so long, to kiss you to hold you, my dear sweet Lemfaenes." Velaenen
replied as he kissed Lemfaenes again.
Soon after the two young elves were chasing each other back to the main
hall of the castle. Dashing through the halls, finally reaching the main
dining hall, almost charging through the doors. As soon as they entered,
Velaenen quickly gained control of himself. Velaenen stepped forward
regally, but with some swiftness, and presented himself to his father, "A
good afternoon your majesty." Velaenen said a little too formally, as he
bowed and kissed his father's ring finger.
"What's that smell on your breath, have you been stalking around the wine
cellar again?" The king said with sigh.
"No your majesty, I admit I have had a drought or two, but my mind and
body are not inebriated, if that is what your majesty is asking?" Velaenen
replied.
"You had better not, and I don't want you or your hooligan retinue to get
drunk at your party tomorrow either." The king said just before he shooed
his son away with the wave of his hand, the prince backing away with a
slight bow, and a far to quick turn.
Lemfaenes remained not far from the door, and kept a deep bow the whole
time, "Your father, the king, and yourself do not have the best
relationship, forgive my ears." Lemfaenes said as he came up slowly.
"No forgive me Lemfaenes, but my father and I do not get along, ever since
the temple Hierophants have earned his favor, both my mother and I have lost
his in return." Velaenen said with a sigh.
"That is true, I believe I only saw the queen once, the whole time I have
been an apprentice. She is hard to forget, such a beautiful, and graceful
lady as I have ever seen." Lemfaenes said with a sigh, thinking back to that
day fondly.
"Lemfaenes such charming words, she would be touched deeply by them,
though I think the comments she might make of you would be far more bawdy.
She is a woman who knows what she wants, and makes her point clear quickly,
I shall introduce you to her after midday meal." Velaenen said with a smile.
Lemfaeness shook nervously, "Do you think that wise, I am only an
apprentice librarian." Lemfaeness replied, still shaking.
"She will lobe you Lemfaenes, perhaps really love you." Velaenen said with
a laugh, but Lemfaeness looked confused.
Velaenen then lead Lemfaeness to the table, Lemfaeness at first nervous
and apprehensive, "Are you sure this would be allowed, me to dine with you
and your companions?" Lemfaeness said nervously.
"If anyone does they will most certainly answer to me. There is more then
enough room for you besides, in fact you will sit right next to me, opposite
of Betharri." Veleanen said with stern tone.
As they approached the prince's end of the table, "Everyone, I am sure
you have all seen him, but finally let me introduce you to Lemfaenes Gereth,
Apprentice Librarian, and now dear friend." Velaenen said with a smile and a
bow.
Kelvaneth was first to greet Lemfaenes, "An honor dear Lemfaenes, it is so
good that you could join us."
Betharri soon followed, "Indeed, how I hoped for such a meeting as well."
Lemfaenes was shocked, and looked rather upset, "Noble sirs, do you mock
me, I am shocked that you would greet me with such a feeling of longing."
"Lemfaenes, as much as this would surprise you, you have been the subject
of several discussions, though we knew little of you, your sweet and
beautiful appearance often held our attentions." Velaenen said with a wide
smile as he kissed Lemfaenes on the forehead.
Lemfaenes almost broke into tears, so overjoyed, and his joy grew as he
was greeted by the rest of Velaenen's companions. Soon they were all seated
and talking, all Lemfaenes could do at first was listen, as he heard stories
of court rumor, ribald adventures, and laughing humor. Suddenly, Lemfaenes
felt a soft leather boot massaging his full pouch, his gaze then met
Kelvaneth, who smiled widely.
Velaenen then looked over and saw what was happening, "Tis a silly game we
play, to see if we can bring the person to arousal. See if your foot can
reach Kelvaneth, the table is not very wide." Velaenen said with a smile.
Lemfaenes then nodded, he had to slouch a bit, but his boot soon met
Kelvaneth's impressive bulge, and he tried to massage it with his soft boot.
Lemfaenes' strain to reach Kelvaneth worked in his favor, distracting him
from the massaging foot, and soon had Kelvaeth, groaning slightly. Lemfaenes
feeling Kelvaneth's cock shifting. Immediately Kelvaneth withdrew his foot,
and Lemfaenes did the same.
Kelvaeth raised a goblet of fruit juice and smiled, "I salute you young
Lemfaenes, well played indeed." Klevaneth said as he laughed.
Lemfaenes raised his glass as well, "You honor me dear Master Delthaen."
Lemfaenes replied.
The two then laughed and talked with each other, Lemfaenes no longer
listening but joining the circle of conversation. Bellies full of roast
pheasant, spiced vegetables, and bread, midmeal ended with a few restrained
oral gaseous releases, and the giggles that followed.
While Velaenen was talking with Betharri, Lemfaenes was surprised to see
Symfaena approach him. Lemfaenes stared with awe as the beautiful dark elvin
maiden approached him. Lemfaenes tried to keep his gaze into her eyes,
though her proud bosom proved quite a distraction.
"Lemfaenes, we have not had a chance to speak, such is the chaos of our
table." Symfaena said with a laughing smile.
"Indeed no dear Lady Symfaena, though I have long admired your beauty and
grace." Lemfaenes said nervously.
"Fear not Lemfaenes, relax so that your charming words may have their full
effect. I as have the others have admired you from afar. I can assume from
the light scent of wine still on your breath and the sweet smell of your
skin that Velaenen took you to his sanctuary." Symfaena said with a sultry
smile.
"Yes dear lady, he has shown me so much, and granted me the honor of
beholding the two residents of the glade." Lemfaenes replied.
"You are indeed honored to have met Vilanen and Keolden, so beautiful, yet
ancient and wise, though they love with all the vigor's of youth." Symfaena
said, her delicate speech still showing what she could easily guess of
Lemfaenes', and Velaenen's visit to the glade.
"It was the most wonderful time I have ever had, I hope to see them again
soon." Lemfaenes said with a bushing smile.
"They are a pleasure difficult to match, but tell me Lemfaenes have you
been with a woman yet?" Symfaena said with a hint of a smile.
"Ney Lady Symfaena, not yet, but if I know the grace and the company of
the prince for much longer, that day may soon come quickly." Lemfaenes said
with a giddy laugh.
"Perhaps now dear Lemfaenes, if you deem me worthy." Symfaena said with a
slight bow.
Lemfaenes' gaze was locked on her large bosom, he started sweating and
shaking nervously, "I take it then dear Lemfaenes, I am to your liking."
"Dear lady, to know your graces in bed would be the stuff of dreams."
Lemfaenes replied.
"Still so nervous, yet your tongue so sweet." Symfaena said as she kissed
Lemfaenes, her lips soon sucking on his tongue, "Indeed a sweet tongue you
have." Symfaena then added.
"So sorry to interrupt, but I promised Lemfaenes an audience with the
Queen. Though do not fret dear Symfaena, your quim will be the first to
pierced by Lemfaenes' mighty stalk." Velaenen then said.
"Velaenen were you ease dropping, you're as bad as Kelvaneth." Symfaena
said in a huff.
"Symfaena, you wound me, I but saw the kiss, your intentions made quite
clear by that alone." Velaenen replied.
"If you can wait Lady Symfaena, I will return as soon as I can." Lemfaenes
said with a nervous smile as he gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
Symfaena, however, replied with a long hot kiss, her tongue wrestling with
Lemfaenes' for little over a minute before parting, "I will be awaiting
honey tongued Librarian's Apprentice." Symfaena said with a sigh, and an
evil smile.
"I almost feel sorry for having her wait, Symfaena has been wanting to
ride that dragon of yours for some time, including this very morning when
you came with the Royal Librarian." Velaenen said as he lead Lemfaenes
through the castle to the northwest tower of the main hall.
The stairwell to the northwest tower was quite wide, and allowed for two
rows of people to walk abreast each other with no difficulty. As Lemfaenes
and Velaenen walked up the stairs they saw three exhausted paiges stagger
down the steps, holding onto the railing to keep themselves upright.
"I don't know if he'll be necessary your highness, we tried our best, but
then who knows with the Queen." The lead paige said, a strapping 6'4, broad
shouldered, golden haired elf, his ample endowment, a near match to
Velaenen's snaked its way down his right thigh.
"Really, well this is a social call loyal Haerthen, I know you and the
lads do try. Hopefully by your good graces, skill and virility my companion
will be safe.
"Best wishes then your highness." The lead paige replied as he staggered
further down the stairs.
Lemfaenes just looked at the trio as they headed down, all three were tall
strapping elves of considerable endowment, "Were all three of them 'engaged'
with the Queen?" Lemfaenes said as he followed Velaenen up.
"Mother does have her needs, sadly my father so rarely fulfills them. Not
from lack of ability, those two at one time could make a brothelmadame
blush. But since the temple Hierophants have had their sway over my father,
that happy union has fallen apart." Velaenen said with a sigh.
"Tis said to see love fall apart, especially due to outside influences."
Lemfaenes replied.
When they reached the door, Velaenen knocked gently, "Who is it?" came a
soft, lilting, but very sultry voice.
"Mother, tis your son." Velaenen replied.
"Oh, do come in dearest, do come in." the voice replied.
Vellaenen stepped in, with Lemfaenes following, "Mother, I would like you
to meet a new friend, this is Lemfaenes." Velaenen said.
Lemfaenes nearly fainted, the queen, resting in a heated bath, arose from
the tub, her goddess-like full and voluptuous body dripping with water and
scented soaps. She stepped out of the tub, and walked towards Velaenen and
Lemfaenes. Lemfaenes actually passed out, luckily caught in Velaenen's arms.
"Sorry mother Lemfaenes is a bit shy, and I think you were too
overwhelming." Velaenen said with a laugh.
"Overwhelming indeed, his stalk looks ready to erupt now, I should have
gotten a robe on at least, my apologies." Queen Delevaena said with a smile.
Lemfaenes' cock shot to full erection, much of the stalk visible under
the light gauze of his shirt, "Well what's done is done, and don't get any
ideas, that stalk is promised to Symfaena first." Velaenen said as they
brought Lemfaenes up and rested him on a chair.
"Really now, such a lucky girl, well perhaps another time." The queen
said as she put on a silk robe.
Lemfaenes suddenly came back to consciousness, looking down at his chest
and seeing his erect cock underneath, he quickly tried to cover himself,
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Lemfaenes screamed as he bolted up, the
erection fading with fright, though squirting precum all over Lemfaenes'
chest in the process.
"No forgive me dear, I get so little company, that sometimes I forget
myself." The queen said as she stood over Lemfaenes.
Despite her robe, Queen Delevaenna was a gorgeous, and regal sight, her
robe trying to contain her breasts, that were the largest Lemfaenes had ever
seen, as large as the ripest, round melons, and those were larger then his
own head. Her hips were just as full, though her ass was quite large it was
toned and sculpted. The queen stood a regal 6'1, her large eyes an exotic
bright red her nose narrow and classical, her lips painted a bright red that
matched her eyes, though in her early forties, she was elvin and thus looked
barely twenty years. Her curly black hair was teased, but also held in a
thick long braid going down to the base of her back. Her dark olive skin
glistening wet with water and suds from the bath.
"Shall we try this again, Lemfaenes, this is my mother, Queen Delevaenna.
Mother this is Lemfaenes Gereth, Apprentice to the Royal Librarian."
Velaenen said with a smile.
Lemfaenes tried to keep eye contact as he bowed to the queen, but due to
the dip, her breasts soon filled his gaze, "I apologize for my behavior
majesty, but please forgive a boy's treacherous loins, for they know not
decorum of any sort." Lemfaenes said with a nervous tone.
"I in fact feel honored dear Lemfaenes Gereth, it pleases this vain elvin
queen that others find her still beautiful enough to cause fainting spells,
especially such a beautiful and virile lad as yourself." The queen replied
with a laugh.
"Ah Lemfaenes, even my mother has fallen under your sweet spell." Velaenen
said with a laugh.
"So Lemfaenes, you are the newest member of my son's inner circle are you.
You seem like a very sweet lad, and possessed of a sweet tongue, just learn
to ease yourself, and you will make many friends quite easily." The queen
said with a sweet tone.
"You are most kind your majesty, and I am already making friends with the
rest of your lovely son's companions." Lemfaenes replied with a blushing
smile.
"Indeed already swooned the young Lady Symfaena with your charms I have
heard. Indeed all in the palace are most fortunate that the Royal Librarian
chose such a fine lad as an apprentice." The queen said with a sweet smile
as she touched Lemfaenes' hand.
"Sadly, I was not the preferred choice, and my master has made that quite
plain many times." Lemfaenes replied with a sigh.
"Though it can be said that Lemfaenes was indeed the most qualified for
the post, despite the wishes of Frelvaenen Chelthaen." Velaenen said with a
scornful tone.
"Yes, I remember now, Lemfaenes isn't his type, he likes them not making
him feel inadequate himself, how it must be to be have 'common endowment'."
The queen said with a wry smile.
"Actually mother, I also wanted to remind you, tomorrow is my birthday, I
am to reach fifteen years." Velaenen then said with some enthusiasm.
"I know dear, four days with birthpains with you, I should remember not
only the day, but the very hour you came forth. I will be there, even if I
have to sacrifice half the Temple Hierophants to the Gods of the Orkish
Hordes."
"I'd like to see that too, only for them all to know the Orkish after life
of being defiled for an eternity as captivewenches." Velaenen said with a
dark smile.
"Truly are the Hierophants that despicable?" Lemfaenes said in shock, for
few elves would ever use the dark gods of the Green Hordes as an instrument
of vengeance.
"Well enough of this talk, tell me dear Velaenen how goes it with your
other companions, it has been a week since I saw dear Betharri, or that
delicious little Kelvaneth." The queen asked.
Velaenen replied with all the previous weeks activities in vivid detail,
some of which Lemfaenes found rather shocking, though more often comedic and
enjoyable. Though at first reserved about mentioning Lemfaenes' bout of
passion with the Prince, he warmed quickly as it seemed to enchant the
queen.
After an hour of such heated talk, "Mother I think we must be going,
Symfaena is awaiting Lemfaenes' swift return, and by the look of your eyes,
I want to make sure she is his first lady. "Velaenen said with a laugh.
"Indeed you had better hurry or he will not be safe in my company much
longer." The queen said as she rolled her hips, and licked her sensual lips.
"Indeed, you may be right." Velaenen said as he kissed his mother on the
lips, cheeks and forehead.
"Good bye, your majesty, it has been truly an honor to meet you."
Lemfaenes said with a deep bow.
The queen, however, met his bow with a soft kiss on the lips, "Give the
Lady Symfaena my love and may you grant her many pleasures. I will see you
tomorrow, and get the details, if not from you, then her." The queen said
with a laugh.
"Indeed, I hope it will be worth telling dear lady." Lemfaenes said as he
backed out of the chamber not turning his back till the door was closed.
"Mother really likes you, she is an excellent judge of character."
Velaenen said as he lead Lemfaenes down the stairs.
"I found her quite enchanting as well, to think that your father, the
king, and she are so estranged, it seems quite sad." Lemfaenes said with a
sigh.
"True, quite true, there was a time when they were quite happy together.
But enough of this depressing talk, time for you to know the wonders and
pleasures of Symfaena." Velaenen said with a laugh.
Several minutes later, "Dear Symfaena, here is Lemfaenes, safe and
unblemished despite the wishes of my mother, the queen." Velaenen said with
a laugh.
"Thank the Gods" Symfaena said to Velaenen, then turned to Lemfaenes,
"Come dear, we can go to my chamber."
Lemfaenes followed Symfaena blushing the whole way, and Velaenen stood
smiling as he watched the two scamper off.
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