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 "One interesting feature of many elven marriages is the `Day Without
Consequences'.  Elves are passionate and curious creatures and this often
leads to them wondering intensely about lovers they cannot have due to
their married status.  However, they found a way to solve this problem,
without resulting in infidelity.

   "Every year after the first of a marriage, beginning on the same day of
the month opposite their anniversary, is each marriages' careshlan tosked
esmivani, or Day Without Consequences.  The couple is for that day, free to
have congress, both romantic and physical with whomever they like.  While
not all couples practice this institution, it is nearly ubiquitous."

   -- Aldo's Guide to Interspecies Sex - 5th Edition.

   - - - - - - - - - -

   Wendy, Harlen, and Hyandai sat around the table in uncomfortable
silence. "So, do you have someone in mind?" asked Wendy, eyeing Hyandai.

   "No, beloved, I do not," replied Hyandai.  "I simply mention it because
it is an elven tradition and we follow many of them."

   Harlen thought for a long moment.  "No consequences?" he said quietly.
"You can sleep with anyone you like?"

   The elven maiden, one of his two wives, and wife to Wendy, as well,
nodded.  "Within certain restrictions," she said.  "Usually, it is
unacceptable to lie with former lovers."

   Wendy chuckled.  "I could understand that."

   The trio had been married a year and a half now.  It was early spring
and Hyandai, like all elves, had extreme cabin fever from the long winter.

   "If we do this thing, then how do we do it?" asked Harlen.

   "Normally, one of the partners leaves the home to the other," answered
Hyandai.

   Harlen shrugged.  "I trust you two," he said.  "And I know you both
receive plenty of invitations to lie abed with other men."

   "Not so many as you think, most men are terrified of you, Harlen," said
Wendy, giggling.  Hyandai nodded assent.

   "We may find willing participants rather hard to locate," agreed
Hyandai.

   "Easily solved," said Harlen.  "We just go to another town, Norboro, for
example."

   Wendy's eyes widened.  "You're honestly thinking about this, aren't
you?"

   "Well, it is the elven way," said Harlen, shrugging.

   Wendy laughed.  "Okay, well, if you're both for it, then I'll go along."
She stared at Hyandai.  "Does it ever damage the relationships?"

   "Not that I've ever seen," said Hyandai.  "Truth be told, most that
practice it claim it revitalizes their sexual appetite for one another."

   "I don't need my appetite revitalized, not with you two about," said
Wendy.  "But, as I said, I'll go along with it if you two like."

   Harlen nodded.  "It sounds oddly fun, though it does have it's rather
alarming features," he said.

   "As I said, I only mention it as it is a common tradition," said
Hyandai. "I have neither said I do or don't wish to do it."

   "Well, do you?" asked Wendy.

   Hyandai sat silent for a moment.  "Yes," she said quietly.

   "Mind if we ask why?" asked Harlen.

   She looked at each of them in turn.  "It is rather simple, actually,"
she said.  "I have spent my whole year fighting my fey, pushing it back and
telling it no." She sighed deeply.  "It would be liberating to let it loose
one day a year."

   Harlen nodded.  "Then okay," he said.  "We can do it, if Wendy is truly
agreeable."

   "I never thought about it like that, but okay, I agree, too, though I
don't have to sleep with anyone, do I?" she asked.

   "No, there's never a requirement in it, nor even an absolute
expectation," said Hyandai.  "I have heard some just desire a long day of
romance from someone they cannot normally do so with."

   Wendy giggled.  "I don't see that happening with any of us," she said.

   Harlen said, "We can go to Norboro tomorrow by horse and that will give
us one day there before the careshlan tosked esmivani." He adopted his odd
lopsided grin.  "That will give us a day to scout out targets."

   Wendy's face was a mask of shock.  "Scout out targets!" she exclaimed.

   "Hey!  For me its not so easy as two beautiful women, I need to at least
know who I need to chase," he said defensively.

   The look on Hyandai's face was dubious.  "I don't recall you chasing
either of us," she said.

   "Yeah, Hyandai just ran into you and, hell, she fetched me to you," said
Wendy, agreeing.

   Harlen laughed.  "I don't expect such stupendous good fortune to befall
me a third time."

   Wendy pulled back her brown hair and looked at Hyandai.  "Is there some
sort of `pre observance' we should follow?"

   Hyandai nodded, her emerald eyes flickering.  "It is traditional to
abstain from sex with your partners for a few days in advance." An odd
smile crossed her lips.  "It is considered rude to go to a new lover with
your old lover's scent still upon you."

   The two humans nodded agreement with the wisdom of that sentiment.

   Though the three shared the bed, they, at great pains, did not partake
of love play that night, and slept only in the great huge bed that
dominated their bedroom.  Arrangements were made in the morning and Gramma
and Tammer would share duties minding Young Tammer and Morlani for a few
days.  They did not explain the nature of their trip beyond `business in
Norboro'.

   The trip was pleasant, though it did rain a bit.  Their winter cloaks
kept them nicely warm and the horses made the trip in short order, taking
only ten hours to ride to Norboro, to which all three had been, but they
were not well known there.

   The town was smaller than Morrovale, and indeed, was part of the same
duchy, though it was a much different place.  More sedate, and more
learned. Norboro housed the duchy's only institution for higher learning,
the Norboro Academy.  It also acted as the social capital of the duchy.  As
such, it sported a lot more inns and taverns than its size alone would
justify.

   As the three rode into Norboro, Harlen looked about.  "Lots of young
folk about," he said.

   "Like hunting a rabbit in a burlap sack, if you ask me," said Wendy,
returning several young lad's gazes as they watched the trio ride by.

   Hyandai noted the prevalence of elven-style cloaks among the young women
in the crowd.  "Our fashion has certainly caught on here, has it not?" she
asked.

   Harlen nodded, "I heard the fashion-conscious among the whole of the
Western Realms is wearing elven-style clothes of late, though I'm relieved
it wasn't dwarven-style that caught on."

   The two women giggled at that.  "As am I," said Wendy, "you look silly
with a beard."

   They rode up to an inn with a stable attached and checked their horses
into the stable.  Upon entering the inn, they stood inside the doorway,
rather shocked.  Fully a third of the young women in the common room were
wearing elven-style outfits as well, almost identical to Hyandai's.  She
kept her cloak on for now, rather embarrassed to be wearing something so
apparently `common'.

   Harlen raised an eyebrow appreciatively.  "I must say, I rather like
their clothes," he said.

   Wendy nudged him in the ribs.  "Not till day after tomorrow, you lech,"
she said.

   Despite the ease of the trip and the fact that they rode, they were
tired, and after ordering food brought up to their shared room, they
retired for the evening.

   When Harlen awoke, he sat up and noted Hyandai was gone from the bed. 
She was an early riser, as he knew.  Wendy, however, was still asleep
soundly, being rather the opposite.

   Wendy's nude back and rump rather attracted Harlen's eye and he moved
over to her and kissed her shoulder.

   "We're supposed to abstain, remember?" said Wendy, smiling muzzily as
she awoke.

   Harlen pressed himself against her back and she felt his rising organ.
"I know, but you're hard to resist," he said.

   She reached around and down and gripped his thick pole at the base. 
"It's `rude' to go to another with me on you," she observed.

   Harlen reached about her and gently massaged one breast.  "We'll take a
bath," he said.

   Wendy groaned and said, "Done," as she turned over and kissed him.  The
two tumbled over the bed for a few moments, kissing and cuddling.  Finally,
though, Wendy wound up on top and sat up.  "Will this upset Hyandai?" she
asked.

   "I doubt it very much," replied Harlen.  "She's always concerned that
you and I don't make love alone often enough."

   She giggled, lifting herself from him and reaching between her long,
slim thighs, gripping his cock.  "She does, at that, doesn't she?" said
Wendy.

   Harlen moaned as Wendy sat down, taking him into her in one smooth
motion.  She was warm and inviting inside, as she always was.  She grunted
as she came to rest upon him.  "Well, that's not a problem at this moment,"
she said, and began to rock her pelvis against him.

   Harlen's strong hands gripped her slim waist and he began to help her
speed up the rocking motion.  Wendy rather liked the slight manhandling and
it helped her to get where she desired, screaming out in climax as she
impaled herself on his organ.  After that, his grip tightened, and she knew
he would come soon.

   "You know you want to.  Do it," she coaxed.  "I want you to."

   He rolled his eyes upward, and tightened his grip on her waist.  She
sighed in expectation.  Lifting her up he began to support her whole weight
with his arms and she drew in her legs and pulled them up to her chest.  He
began dropping her onto his pole, then lifting her again.  She squealed in
delight at the amazingly shocking ride that it was for her.

   She managed to climax again even as he grunted and spent himself into
her.  She unfolded herself and smiled down at him.  "You really should get
Hyandai to try that," said Wendy.

   "Nah," said Harlen, "there should be something special for you and me,
too, you know?"

   She slipped off his flagging organ and kissed it.  "Okay, then, but I
still think she'd love it."

   "Love what?" asked Hyandai from the doorway, then her face took on a
look of mock upset.  "You two just made love!" She shut the room door.

   "Sorry, we couldn't resist," said Wendy, giggling.

   Harlen smiled sheepishly.  "It was my fault, I started it," he
confessed.

   Hyandai shrugged.  "No real matter, that part of the tradition is very
optional," she said.  "But I would advise bathing tonight."

   "What have you been up to?" asked Harlen, noting the bundles that
Hyandai bore in her arms.

   "Buying clothes," said Wendy, looking accusingly at Hyandai.  "And she
was upset at us?"

   "I could not stand all those young women wearing the same outfit as me,"
she admitted with a broad smile.  "So I went to a tailor and had him make
me a proper spring outfit." She then smiled sweetly at Wendy.  "I had one
made for you, too."

   Wendy giggled and held out her hands, beckoning with her fingers.

   Hyandai dropped the upper of the two parcels onto Wendy's fingertips and
jerked her thumb at the door.  "Out, male," she ordered.

   Laughing, Harlen stood up and put on his pants and tunic, and picked up
his boots and went forth to find breakfast.

   He managed to browbeat a platter out of the innkeeper, and was walking
back up the stairs when Hyandai popped open the door.  "Okay, we're
dressed," she said.

   Harlen, curiosity marking his face stepped into the room and froze. 
"Wow," he said, eyeing the dresses his wives were wearing.  "I think you
two are going to start a new fashion trend."

   "Perhaps, but not until after tomorrow," said Hyandai, straightening out
her hem.  The dresses were form-fitting, as almost everything elves wore
were.  They were, however long, like evening gowns.  At the waist, they
started touching, front panel to back, but narrowed down their entire
length to the floor, where they came to a point.  They showed a LOT of leg.
The rear panel was slightly larger than the front, but still left a good
portion of each lobe of the rump showing around its sides.

   The upper half was a complicated weave of cloth strips that managed to
cover the breasts, somewhat, but still left most of the skin of the woman's
upper body quite visible, especially the back, which only had a single
strip running up the center to split below the long hair of both women and
go over their shoulders.

   Harlen peered closely.  "No loincloth?" he asked.

   Hyandai shook her head.  "Not appropriate with this style of dress," she
replied and Wendy giggled.

   "What is appropriate with this style of dress?" asked Harlen.

   "Men ogling," replied Wendy, attempting to adjust the back panel to
cover a bit more of her rump.

   Harlen ogled a long moment.  "I probably should get me some fancy
clothes, to attract a woman, hmm?" he said.

   Hyandai smiled generously.  "Just let most of these girls about here see
your chest and arms, and they shall follow you home like a puppy given
table scraps," she declared.  "Most of the young men here are skinny little
whelps."

   Wendy said, "I still can't believe what we're all about to do here."

   "Is that to say you don't want to?" asked Harlen.

   She shook her head, sending her hair into a wild cascade of many layers.
"No, I've convinced myself to want to, and it should be fun, but it is
still odd."

   - - - - - - - - - - -

   Hyandai did not know how to go about this business.  Normally, with an
elven village, it was a common enough practice that everyone simply
accepted it.  However, their need for discretion caused them to go where
they knew few people, if any.  She soon saw several men who were
attractive, and spoke to a couple of them, and they seemed nice enough
gentlemen.

   However, nice and attractive were not the only measures she was seeking
to fulfil.  This once, she was listening to her fey, and her fey wanted
something more.  She roamed the shops and simply watched people from time
to time.  Here would be a well-built man, with his charming wife.  She
grinned at the thought of seducing both of them, but did not feel up to
such a challenge.

   She sighed.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea.  She had not thought of
how blindingly difficult it might be to find a partner for one day's
abandon.  In Morrovale, she knew of at least ten men whom she would
willingly bed, and nearly as many women.  She turned toward the Academy
again, though she had been down that street before.

   There was a lad sitting on the stoop of a house there.  He looked to be
of age, though barely.  He was reading a book intently, and enjoying a bit
of the waning sun on a cool spring afternoon.  The book immediately caught
Hyandai's eye, it was penned in elven.

   "You read elven?" asked Hyandai, realizing she had, for the first time
since leaving Wendy and Harlen, spoken to someone beyond `excuse me'.

   The lad looked up, he was a bookish sort, and wore spectacles, which
rather surprised Hyandai, vision ailments were normally easily corrected by
most villages hedge-magi or clergy.  "Yes, I have been donning it for
several centuries now," he replied.

   Without thinking, her scribish ways reinforced themselves.  "I have been
learning it for several years now," she corrected him.  "Your elven is very
good."

   He smiled up at her.  "Thank you, yours is bigger, though."

   Hyandai giggled at that one.  "It should be," she said, lowering her
hood.  Elves were not yet so common in the duchy that they often passed
unnoticed, except at a few of the more popular wayside inns.  The lad's
eyes widened and he lowered his head in a elven bow, that was credibly
executed.

   "Your grace honors me," he said, in flawless elven, even the accent was
perfect.

   Hyandai smiled and clapped her hands together.  "Well said," she said,
and bowed low, formally.  "I am Hyandai of clan Yavanaur," she said, also
in formal speech.

   He rose and repeated his bow, this time formally, and very well.  "I am
Kenett, son of Darvan and Sara," he said.  "I must say you are incredibly
beautiful."

   Hyandai blushed slightly and an voice deep inside her said, HIM!  For
the first time in many months, she simply let it yell for its want, and
then said to it, Very well, him.  "I thank you, Kenett, and I must say
you're a good-looking and studious man yourself."

   She then focused herself inward and let her defenses down.  Go ahead,
she said to her innermost self, but no actions until the morrow.  "Would
you like to show me about town a little while, if you have the time?" she
heard herself ask.

   - - - - - - - - -

   Harlen was even more forlorn than Hyandai.  He knew he could easily find
a lass in one of the taverns or a tavern wench herself.  However, much like
his lovely spouse, he knew this was not for such a thing, the person that
one spent careshlan tosked esmivani with must be worthy, not just settled
upon.

   One woman approached him as he drank a beer, steeling himself to search
elsewhere.  "Hello, ranger," she said.  It was Natlee, the wife of one of
the other rangers.  She peered at him hard.  "You look like your looking
for something, tracking in town are you?" she asked.

   Harlen nodded.  "In a manner, yes," he said.  Pity you're married,
Natlee, you'd do admirably, he thought.  She was a pretty woman, tall and
statuesque, with long, flowing blonde hair.  "You wouldn't have a sister
would you?" he quipped.

   She giggled.  "I do, but you're a married man, Harlen," she said.  Then
her eyes turned to him at a slight angle.  "Or does that matter?"

   Harlen shrugged.  "Today it does, tomorrow, not so much, if you can keep
it from other ears."

   She nodded.  "Good as my word," she said, "and it doesn't matter
tomorrow?  How does that work?"

   He explained things to her, rather simplistically, but adequately.  She
smiled more broadly as the conversation went on.  "Harlen, my dear man, if
you simply need a partner for tomorrow's - festivities, then I happily
volunteer.  Any man who can keep two women, one of them an elf, satiated is
someone I would be eager to discover more of."

   "Ah, but you're a married woman," said Harlen, "and I'll not encourage
you to break your vows."

   "If only," she said, sighing.  "However, I may know a young woman you
might be interested in speaking to." Natlee pointed over toward the far end
of the bar, a girl sat there, wearing a long dress as well, and with long,
straw-colored tresses.  She was tall, also, like Natlee, and well-built,
not skinny.

   He looked back at Natlee.  "You know her?" he asked, suddenly very
interested.

   She nodded.  "I know her well, we are good friends," she said, "us giant
women must stick together." She stood from her stool.  "Come, I will
introduce you to her."

   He could not believe his nervousness as he walked down the bar with
Natlee, he felt like a youth at a village dance, preparing to ask a girl
for his first dance with her.

   The girl noted their approach and turned.  "Natlee!  It's good to see
you here," she said, smiling brightly.  Harlen noted a faint row of
freckles across her nose and cheeks, very becoming freckles.

   Natlee said, "Crissa, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend, Harlen
of Morrovale."

   The tall woman stood and regarded Harlen.  "I have heard his name
mentioned before, often, isn't he the ranger who married the elven woman?"
she asked.

   Harlen shuffled his feet.  "That would be me, Crissa," he admitted.

   Her smile did not dim in the least.  "I have oft wondered what a man can
do that would make one of the firstborn fall for him," she said, eyeing him
speculatively.

   Natlee had conveniently disappeared when Harlen looked over his
shoulder.

   "Um, well," he stammered.  "I suppose it was nothing really." He looked
at her again, she was really cute, and her smile just kept getting more
stunning by the minute.  "I should be straight with you . . .  " he said,
and told her everything.  By the time he was done, he noted that Crissa was
possibly the single most lovely creature he'd ever laid eyes upon, and he
wondered how he could have ever thought otherwise.

   Her hair shone golden in the lamplight of the tavern, and her teeth
flashed white.  Her unblemished skin seemed to glow from within, and when
she giggled, it was a sound that nearly made him weep with its beauty.

   She grinned at him, her smile fading just a touch.  "Harlen, did you say
that it starts on the morrow?"

   He nodded, smiling nervously.  "Yes, on the day opposite our anniver. .
. .  "

   The sentence was never completed as Crissa put her arms about his
shoulders and kissed him firmly on the lips.  She was passionate about it,
too, and he felt her long, strong body press to his.  She broke the kiss
and regarded him.  "It's after midnight, my man for a day," she said in a
husky voice.

   - - - - - - - - -

   It was nearly midnight, and Wendy, still brooding on her lack of success
in finding a potential partner for the morrow was stewing her mind at
another tavern, this one called the Twopenny Nail.  She sat nursing a tall
ale and wondered what she might do now.

   Then it happened.

   One drunk in the back of the Nail threw a punch at another, and like a
wildfire in a dry field, the bar erupted into a war zone.  Wendy slowly
turned from the bar upon her stool.  Yes, this is about right, she thought.
Look for a lover and find a fistfight.

   The women of the Nail were just as enthusiastic about the brawl as the
men, and there did seem to be some rather close involvement of the
furniture.  She sighed as she ducked and a hurled mug smashed into the
pillar next to her.  She pointed a finger at the man who had hurled it and
he shrugged and smiled sheepishly.  That was when some wench wearing an
outfit far too revealing for someone who had that much to reveal grabbed
her arm.

   You'd think she'd never been headbutted before, Wendy thought as the
woman slumped to the floor.  Now, however, her own blood was beginning to
boil, and it was high time someone paid for her frustration for the day. 
Moving through the crowd of brawling patrons like a silverfish, she blurred
through the mass of bodies and flying crockery.

   Here some lout would feel his shin mercilessly kicked, there a man would
grab for his groin after a moderate kneeing, and she distributed liberally
of her favorite, the headbutt.

   There were five lads trying to bring down a large red-haired Coghlandish
mercenary.  The recently discharged soldier in her resented a fellow
soldier being harassed and she threw herself into the fracas, passing out
elbows and kneecaps to all and sundry.

   Finally, after long moments, the crowd realized who had pretty much
attacked everyone in the building and they all began to turn upon Wendy. 
She decided it was time to go, else she would be too sore to enjoy
tomorrow, if she found a victim.

   As the small hoard of ruffians, barmaids, and farmers surged toward her,
she was grabbed unceremoniously from behind by great, powerful hands and
felt herself flying bodily through the air in the wake of something that
seemed to clear a path for itself, like the prow of a ship.  She realized
with a wicked grin, the Coghlander's comrades had arrived and were plowing
a clear path of escape for her and the red-headed man.

   Outside, the Coghlanders moved to the middle of the street and several
patrons of the tavern pursued them out.  They stopped near the entrance and
hurled insults at the group of three giant mercenaries and the petite
woman. Wendy matched them and screamed back.  One patron hurled a small
stone, which missed her by mere inches.  She lurched after the offending
person, but two massive hands reached out and grabbed her upper arms,
holding her back despite her spitting curses and flailing limbs.

   Looks of alarm passed between the three large men.  "Please, miss,
before the constables arrive, calm yourself," said one of them in
surprisingly good Westron.

   She did so, settling down and panting, still staring at the inn door. 
One of the Coghlanders laughed and said something in their harsh-sounding
language.  At her curious look, the one who spoke good Westron said, "He
says you fight with the spirit of a cougar." Then he added, "A particularly
mean cougar."

   She laughed at this, smiling up at the big, strong men around her. 
"Well, I don't think we'll be getting any more beer here tonight," she
said.

   They nodded agreement and one said something in Coghlandish again.  "He
says we have beer at our billits," said the one, translating for his
brethren.

   Wendy thought a moment, then nodded.  "More beer sounds good," she said,
her panting now down to simple heavy breathing.

   They walked toward the edge of town and to a open area with several
large wooden structures built in the middle.  They guided her to the
central building and into a room there.  Two large bunks were in the room,
and a table.  On the table, true to their word, was a keg.  Mugs were
produced and beer was poured.

   - - - - - - - - -

   Hyandai had told the lad to meet her again after midnight.  She stood,
again wearing her long cloak, which protected her against the chill night
that the spring still gave them.  She was undeniably nervous, but she let
her inner voice guide her actions, and gave every appearance of calmness.

   She stood in the park, near the Academy, the youth was attending that
institution and knew well the ways to the green sward behind it.  She was a
bit nervous being the only person in a darkened place such as this, though
her night vision made it as bright as day to her golden eyes.

   He arrived.  She watched the young man walking through the alley, a
glass-enclosed candle for illumination.  As he approached her, she smiled
at him and lowered her hood again.  She forced herself to swallow deeply
and then turned over control for the time to her fey.

   Kennet smiled as he caught sight of her and walked up.  He bowed low and
said.  "Your presence to meet me honors my spirit and warms my heart."

   She grinned broadly, running her slender fingers through her silken
hair. "Your desire to meet me in this place of beauty causes me to desire
your touch," she said.

   He visibly gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up then down.  "I thought
from the ring you wear that you are married," he said, obviously confused.

   "I am," said Hyandai.  "Yet today, as of the mid night, is careshlan
tosked esmivani.  I am free this day to take another lover." She leveled a
intense golden gaze upon him that gathered all the stray light from the
candle and focused it upon his face.  "I have chosen you, if you are
willing."

   He thought a moment, various emotions chasing across his features.  "A
fool, alone, would refuse a day of your affections," he said, reaching out
and taking her right hand.  He brushed his lips upon the back of her palm
and said.  "You honor me to consider me as a lover, and I wish to know your
touch."

   Hearing traditional words in elven that were oft spoken by lovers caused
her heart to flop in her chest and she felt other reactions in places far
less romantic.  Did this charming lad intend to follow the elven path to
lovemaking?  She certainly hoped so, it would be a charming change from the
practical, very intense, and quite fulfilling sex that she had with her two
human spouses.

   She turned her hand in his grip, taking hold of his fingers, scholar's
fingers, slender and long, with ink stains on a couple of them, like her
own often were.  She lifted his hand to her cheek and rubbed the palm
against it.  "Kennet, I have chosen you to love me this day, and I would
have you take me at your will," she said, formally.

   He knelt and put his hands upon her slender waist.  "Hyandai, I sing
gladly of your beauty and of your charm.  Please accept me to you as lover,
even for but a day."

   Her head tilted and her eyes sparkled as he set down the candle and
lowered his eyes to the ground.  She slipped the cloak from her shoulders,
her new dress satiny soft and shimmering in the candlelight.  He looked up
and saw the slender lines of the gown and the immense amount of fair skin
it revealed to his eyes.  In his eyes, she looked more than any woman of
the world, and more a goddess of old.  "So beautiful," he murmured in
Westron, his elven escaping him for a moment.

   She knelt as well, now, her knees upon the cloak on the ground.  Her
long skirt's tails folded beneath her as her knees rested on the soft
leather of the cloak.  "Kennet," she said, simply and kissed him.

   - - - - - - - - -

   "So, you have a partner of sorts, as well?" asked Harlen looking at
Crissa in the dim light of the street lamps.

   She nodded.  "Yes, my lover Wenn, but we are not monogamous, it does not
behoove us to try to be so, at this time." Her arm was in his and she
smiled as he gazed at her.  She had let some of the glamor she had placed
upon him dwindle, and she was now, once again, simply very pretty and
extremely desirable.

   While only a year younger than Wendy, she seemed several years his human
bride's junior.  Her care-free face showed a life that was enjoyable and
interesting.  "I am a magician in training, you understand."

   He nodded as they rounded the corner and faced toward the large home
that belonged to the well-known magician in Norboro, Marrat.

   She peered up at the near turret of the almost palatial home.  "Wenn is
out this night, and I love making love on the high turret, over our room,
if you are amenable."

   Harlen nodded and she headed to the side door to the manor.  They walked
in and up the staircase next to the entrance.  It spiraled up the five
floors to the bedchamber.  She smiled and walked to a spot in the middle of
the room and pulled down a rope that hung from a trapdoor in the ceiling.

   A ladder descended and rested upon the floor.  The pair clambered up it
and onto the flat, crenelated area atop their room.  Cold winds played over
Harlen's cheeks and he saw the pretty farmgirl shiver a little.  He opened
his cloak and gave her a look.

   She smiled and pressed herself to him, and felt the warm cloak enfold
her.  She had met few men who dwarfed her, but Harlen was one of them.  She
felt, at last, like a petite and delicate creature in a man's hands, other
than the once she had been with a big mercenary.

   She could feel his manhood against her pelvis and smiled up at him.  "Do
you want me?" she asked.

   - - - - - - - - -

   Wendy sat upon the lower bunk of one bed and giggled as the Coghlanders
relayed stories of their campaigns to her through Nollag, their corporal
and leader.  They were very entertaining, and the beer was very good.

   She felt herself sweating a little in the small room and stood up and
walked to the pegboard on the wall, where they had hung their cloaks. 
Shedding hers she turned about to regard three somewhat stunned
expressions.

   It took her a moment to realize why there were staring.  She was wearing
that very skimpy dress Hyandai had made for her.  Did she wish to leave
just yet?  She decided no, she was, in general having a splendid time.

   As she sat, the conversation began anew, and she was treated to further
tales of misadventure between these three very good friends.  She learned
the other two were named Gellas and Gregor.  Gellas was the blonde and
Gregor was the platinum blonde, leaving Nollag the designated redhead.

   She found their kilts charming and quite interesting.  "Is it acceptable
for a woman to wear one of those?" she asked, or must they wear pants in
Coghland?"

   Nollag rumbled a laugh and translated for Gellas and Gregor, then they
joined in the laughter.

   "No, lady, they can wear kilts, or dresses, normally, but there are a
few who wear the pants in their home," he said.

   It took her several seconds to notice the large, strong hand on her
thigh, just outside the area covered by the front panel of her dress.  She
glanced down at it and between her frustration at the night and partially
from the alcohol she had been drinking with every bit of fervor that these
mercenaries showed.

   She let the hand be, for it did feel good.  So, Nollag is staking his
claim is he?  She thought.  Wendy smiled brightly at Nollag and put her own
hand upon his knee, her fingertips just under his kilt by a few inches. 
She surprised herself with her boldness in this movement and smiled at him
unconsciously.  Her eyes closed for a second and she felt warm soft lips
meet hers.  She allowed the kiss to go on a long moment, and parted her own
warm lips for his tongue when he moved it to her.

   The conversation in the room had died off as they kissed, and she
assumed the other two were quietly skulking out, to give Nollag privacy
with his woman.

   The kiss deepened and she felt his hand move under her own skirt, and up
her long, slender thigh.  She sighed inwardly and he broke the kiss, moving
his lips to her neck.  She tilted her head back and opened her mouth to
moan as his tongue moved over her ear.

   Then another set of lips kissed hers.  Her large blue eyes opened at the
touch and she saw Gregor's handsome face and nearly white hair.  A brief
flash of surprise moved through her but it soon passed as the man brushed
over her lips with his tongue.  She parted them for him even as Nollag
nibbled upon her neck and ear.

   It did not surprise her nearly as much when yet another pair of lips
began to work on the opposite side of her neck from Nollag.

   - - - - - - - - -

   The young man, Kennet, was an accomplished kisser, she found, and their
kiss lasted many minutes.  She was breathing heavy as they parted lips and
she moved her hands over his shoulders and upper arms.  He took the
movement and explorations of her fingerstips as a invitation to touch her,
which, she supposed it had been.

   His hands moved to her own shoulders, caressing the bare, cool skin
there and moving down her slender arms.  The touch raised goose bumps on
her skin and she smiled at the thrill it sent through her frame.  "Like
touching moonlight," he said even as the moon broke through the clouds and
half illuminated the clearing they knelt in.

   She sighed at the sheer perfection of this moment and said.  "The
moonlight welcomes the soft caress of a lover's hands and the gentle warmth
of a lover's lips."

   He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder, and nuzzled into her
silken hair, inhaling deeply her scent.  She smiled and moved her long
fingers through his curly hair and turned her head to kiss his ear.  She
almost expected it to be pointed, as her own, but alas, he was still human,
though he was doing an excellent job of making her forget that little fact.

   Her hands moved down his chest, then up under his shirt, her fingertips
danced over his slender frame, though not scrawny as she had expected, just
very slim.  He, again, gave more the feel of an elven man than human, and
that, she decided, was all to the good.

   His hands tentatively moved down her sides, where the front and back
panels of her top left open skin, then moved inward beneath her small,
round breasts, brushing over her taut stomach.  Then they moved upward. 
Hyandai gasped as one hand moved onto her soft breast, then the other hand
moved onto the other.  His touch was amazingly gentle.  Her nipples
hardened like stones on her breast, though, as if responding opposite the
level of power applied to stimulate them.

   His lips, once again, moved onto her own, and they kissed long and hard
again, his fingers kneading the flesh of her breasts and her hands moving
down his belly now, and stopping at his belt.

   She glanced down as the kiss ended and with a last shuddering release of
will, let her fey have the night.

   It was like watching someone else do something.  Her hands moved like
they knew their business as they flipped open the clasp for the belt and
unfastened it.  They then moved to his hips and gently urged him to stand.
He stood and she removed his shoes, then pulled his pants down and off his
feet.  She purposely did not look at his manhood, for that would wait until
she was quite excited enough for it.

   Her fingers touched each foot and began to gently explore their way up
his legs.  Her eyes followed her hands' movement, and as she passed
mid-thigh, she glanced up at his fully erect manhood.  He was not
particularly large, but then again, neither were elven men, and this would
serve her purpose as well, for the illusion that they were weaving about
themselves was that of two young elven lovers in the wood.

   He knelt again and she lifted his tunic off his shoulders.  It was
chilly, in truth, but neither seemed overly inclined to worry about it. 
Now, she stood before him and he removed her low, soft boots from her
delicate feet.  He then reached up to her hips, where the strings that
would release her long gown's skirt were.  Slowly, and very deliberately,
he pulled those strings.  The skirt simply slipped down her legs and onto
the ground.

   He sighed in excitement as he gazed upon her pubic mound and the tiny
slit between her long thighs.  She knelt again before him, closer this
time, where his erect cock was actually brushing against her belly.  He
untied the top, and it, like the skirt fell to the ground, leaving the
beautiful elven maiden fully nude before only her second man, save her
father on bathing days.

   Kennet looked upon the flawless beauty of Hyandai's form and he moved to
touch her again, running his fingers over her hips and waist.  She reveled
in each touch and moaned as his fingertips brushed over her breasts. 
Hyandai moved one hand over his and moved it slowly down her body to her
stomach, then lower, over her entrance.  He moved his fingers between her
parted legs and she moaned as his soft fingertips passed over her clitoris.

   As he began that stimulation, she moved her hand to his erection and
took hold of it with a silken grip, her long fingers enwrapping the shaft
and beginning to stroke it softly.

   - - - - - - - - -

   "Of course, I want you," said Harlen, lowering his head and kissing
Crissa.  She responded warmly and he felt desire whip about him like the
wind.  He pulled her against him hard, their bodies pressing to one
another.

   She giggled.  "I cannot believe I embrace the famous Harlen of
Morrovale," said Crissa, smiling and kissing his corded throat.

   "It is not such an accomplishment for a beauty like you, I am sure,"
replied Harlen.  Her body was strong, far stronger than his wives'.  Crissa
had been a farm girl, and used to hard labor her entire life.  Her simple
good looks and healthy glow made her gorgeous, even without, what he knew
now, was magical glamor.  He though briefly about the sorceress that he and
Hyandai had visited over a year ago.  She had used a glamor to make herself
lovely, and hiding her twisted true form.  "Crissa, please stop using your
power to make yourself more lovely," he said.

   Crissa looked up at him with amused eyes.  "Harlen, my lover, I stopped
that an hour ago," she said.  "I'm very glad you are married, else I might
fall for a man who can compliment me without even trying." Her hands moved
over his muscular chest.  "You're so strong.  I've never felt muscles the
like of yours."

   Harlen embraced her in another long kiss and began unbuttoning the dress
she wore.  She did not resist even in the least, more than ready for the
handsome and strong man with the smooth tongue to take her.

   His cloak stayed wrapped about them, even as her dress slid from her
shoulders and fell to the rooftop.  He began feeling his way about her body
with his fingers, exploring here and there over taut muscles and smooth
skin, then pressing into this place or that.  Her large breasts intrigued
him, for neither Hyandai nor Wendy were so large.  He cupped one breast,
then the other, almost like he was weighing them, they were soft and firm,
and very pleasant to touch.

   Crissa's reaction to the contact was nearly as exciting.  She moaned as
his fingertips tickled her nipples and those hardened.  She leaned back and
peered into his eyes.  "May I touch your mind?" he heard inside his head.
The initial start of it waned quickly as he remembered hearing his
beloved's voice in his mind before and he did not mind this young woman
taking such liberties, as well.

   If you wish it, then do, thought Harlen back at her.

   He felt, a gentle caress of a feather in his skull as she brushed his
mind.  "You've been possessed before," she said into his thoughts.

   Harlen nodded.  One of my wives needed refuge in my mind, he confirmed.

   She grinned.  "Actually, it makes this easier."

   He again felt the feather-soft tickle in his mind and then felt
something change subtly.  Almost like a path or road had suddenly been
diverted around a wood, or a new building was now cause for people to move
farther toward that direction.

   "I have cojoined us for a while," she said.  "We will feel a portion of
each other's pleasure."

   He lowered his head and kissed her neck.  A mild jolt of pleasure ran
through him as she sighed at the contact.  She saw the shift in his
expression and said, again into his mind, "Wait until I climax, you will
truly know pleasure then."

   "What about when I do?" he asked.

   Crissa giggled in his mind, then said, "You will know I felt it when I
pass out." She looked at him with a broad smile.  "Men have very potent
orgasms."

   She began to undress him, removing his boots by kneeling down under his
cloak.  He unfastened the leather cloak for a moment, and they both
shivered as she stripped off his tunic and pants.  He then put the large
cloak about the two of them again.

   She urged him to stand as she knelt below the cloak again and kissed her
way slowly down his body.  When her lips took him in, he groaned and she
groaned alongside him.  He wondered what it must feel like to her and
earnestly wished to find out.

   Crissa's tongue lapped at the head and around it, sending thrills
through him.  Even more impressively, she moaned with each of his own,
stimulating herself as she pleasured him.  A pair of mischievous blue eyes
looked up at him as he peered down and she moved one hand down between her
thighs.

   An amazingly subtle and pleasant sensation flowed into him from his
groin.  She was touching herself and he could feel it.  He gasped as she
slipped two fingers into her slit and pushed them deep into her cunt.

   As her head moved back and forth over the soft skin of his organ he
heard her think, "You will feel even more when you enter me with this thick
organ of yours, lover." The words were interspersed with soft mental moans
as her own mouth and tongue gave her pleasure through his manhood.  He ran
his fingers through her hair, then twined them in among the thick
honey-golden strands.  He pushed gently, driving more of his pole down her
throat.  "Yes, take pleasure from me," she thought, her voice nearly lost
among the free-floating sensations she was transmitting back and forth
between them.

   She could not quite take him all, but she did enjoy the attempt and how
it felt to Harlen.  He could feel his orgasm approach and heard her think,
"I will take your seed, lover, continue." even as he though of warning her.

   His climax gripped him and the two grunted out in pleasure together. 
She could not maintain the seal of her lips while groaning loudly and his
semen flowed down her chin and splattered on her globe-like breasts.  Her
eyes were turned up to regard him and she looked half drunk.  "By the One,
I love a man's climax," she said into his mind.

   His spike slipped from her slack lips and she stood again.  Another
momentary gaze into her eyes and he felt the chill of the nigh evaporate
from around them.  She smiled and helped him lay the cloak out over the
floor beneath them.

   "You wished to know how it would feel for me?" asked Crissa.  "Then
Harlen, mouth me, and discover sublime pleasure." She lay upon the cloak
and pulled his hand, bringing him down above her.  He began kissing her
breasts, sucking one nipple then the other, and pleased with the sensations
it generated in his own head.  He spent a long while contemplating it,
until her fingers stroked his cheek.  "Please, tease me no more," she
thought.

   He kissed his way down her stomach, and finally over her sparse blonde
pubic hair.  His fingers reveled in the silky down over her entrance, it
had been long since he had touched such, for Hyandai had never had pubic
hair and Wendy kept hers shaved.

   His tongue moved through the soft strands then over her clitoris and
Harlen froze as a wave of pleasure shuddered through him.  One's praise,
Harlen thought.

   Crissa's pretty eyes were watching him.  "I told you it would startle
you," her thoughts said.  "Now back to your task, lover of mine.  Pleasure
us."

   - - - - - - - - -

   The hand on her thigh had kept moving upward as she was reveling in the
amazing sensation of three pairs of lips on her neck and lips.  She gasped
when it reached the joining of her long legs.

   She found herself automatically moving them apart to the pleasant
sensation his touch was eliciting.  A finger pressed into her, and she
moaned out loud this time, even with Gregor's tongue filling her mouth.  A
hand moved onto her back, and another stroked down the bare side of her
body, still another hand stroked her stomach and another moved up her other
thigh.  Her body was sending out random pulses of information, trying to
tell her all that was happening, but too much was and it quit trying after
a moment, it simply sat back and enjoyed the incredible sensation of being
kissed by three pairs of lips and caressed by six hands.

   As a second finger slipped into her entrance and moved inward and back
out at a different rhythm from the first, the first true realization came
to her that she was being made love to by three men.  She briefly wondered
if she were desirous of that, then decided that she must be, because it was
happening.  That decided, she was eager to be on with it.

   Her hand moved up Nollag's kilt and soon found his half-erect cock, her
fingertips brushing over it soon had it standing fully erect and
impressively so, she decided as her grip measured his girth.  She inhaled
deeply through her nose, her mouth still filled with tongue, and moved her
other hand up Gregor's leg and up beneath his kilt.

   His cock was already fully hard, and stood forth proudly and again,
impressively.  As his tongue came free of her mouth, she said, "Are all you
Coghlanders so well endowed?"

   Nollag smiled at her as she lifted his kilt and looked down at his long,
wide pole.  "We are large people, Wendy," he said.

   She nodded in happy agreement as she stroked the two large cocks in her
hands.  "I can see and feel that," she said.  The knew she would be sore
come the morrow.  And still she was eager to be on with it.

   Nollag unfastened his kilt and let it fall to the sides, fully revealing
his manhood to her.  She widened her eyes, realizing the full length and
size of the thing.  She turned expectant eyes toward Gregor, and he did the
same, removing his kilt and giving her a first sight of his organ.  It was
almost as long and thick as Nollag's which was to say it would have held
the record for her, but had just been passed by the corporal's massive rod.

   She briefly released Nollag and Gregor, and moved her right hand to
Gregor's pole and moved to reach for Gellas' kilt.  He was ahead of her and
dropped it to the floor.  "Oh my," she said.  Her eyes were once again
wide. She had just established the third record in one night.  Gellas was
longer than Nollag by half a hand and a full finger thicker.  His giant
cock actually frightened her a little with its enormity.  It also thrilled
her immensely.

   Both Nollag and Gregor chuckled at her reaction and Nollag said, "We
call him the `Dragon Slayer', for we have decided if a dragon could be
killed by being sexed to death, he would be the first to volunteer."

   She giggled at that and stroked his still growing pole.  "He's a healthy
boy, for certain," she said, marveling at her fingers failing to meet
around his pole.  She looked up at him with earnest eyes.  "You will have
to be careful with it, I am not a large woman."

   Nollag translated and Gellas nodded, smiling.  She again shifted her
hand from Gregor to Nollag, and was stroking the organs of the men on her
left and right.  Gregor stood before her and she leaned forward, opening
her mouth wide and took his cock into it.

   A portion of her mind could not believe what she was about to do, or was
doing, if she was to realize that.  Fingers probed her inner folds and deep
into her, spreading her, using two fingers each to open her cunt for them.
Judging from the size of these men's organs, she would soon need that
stretching.

   Gregor had his hand on her head, something that Harlen often did just
before he climaxed.  She began taking him as deeply as she could , opening
her throat and stretching her neck forth.  He came powerfully, filling her
cheeks to puffing out and then it ran from her lips as he pulsed another
gushing flow of semen into her.  She swallowed hard, trying to drink it
all. Unlike Hyandai, Wendy rather enjoyed the feeling and taste of a man's
spend and did not hesitate to drink Harlen's.  This time was no exception.

   She had unconsciously stood as he had eaten the man's spend and had her
rump in the air.  Lifting her dress to the side, Nollag had pressed his
organ against her entrance and pushed the head into her.  She pushed back
and felt it spear her wide open.  She groaned, letting Gregor's cock fall
from her lips and began pushing back against the intruding cock.  Each push
took a little more of the massive pole and she wondered seriously if she
could accommodate Gellas when it was his turn.  She was not even sure she
would be able to take all of Nollag's length.

   She was happy to attempt it, though, and inch after inch of it
disappeared into her tight opening.  She finished lapping at the oozing
head of Gregor's cock and he sat back, waiting for his manhood to rise
again.  Wendy's eyes were rather wild looking when she looked toward Gellas
and then twisted her body around to mouth his organ then.  She found she
could almost not get it into her mouth, and her teeth dragged down the
sides of the shaft, much to Gellas' delight.

   - - - - - - - - -

   Hyandai felt his warm lips on her nipple and she put her hand to his
lowered head, running her fingers through his hair.  His tongue flicked
over the point and she gasped as he applied suction.  She should have
warned him but did not, and he moaned as milk flowed into his mouth.

   "You're a new mother?" asked Kennet as he leaned back.

   She nodded.  "My son is half a year of age," she explained.

   He smiled.  "Will he grow offended at my pilfering his pantry?" he
asked.

   She shook her head.  "He is a generous lad," replied Hyandai.  Kennet
lowered his mouth to her breast again and drank deeply of her milk.  This
thrilled her and she moaned in her chest as he nursed from her.  Her grip
upon his organ tightened and he moaned this time, his hips moving slightly
to make it slide into her fist.  "Would you have me mouth you?" she asked,
smiling down as he moved to the other breast and took that nipple into his
mouth.

   He looked up at her with wide eyes.  "You would do that for me?" he
asked and blinked in surprise at her.

   She smiled a broad smile.  "There are things about elves they teach you
not in the texts, I am certain," she said.  She looked up at him as she
began to kiss her way down his chest.  "It is called mairelan vaerath," she
said, literally, it meant `the kiss of the root,' but that phrase probably
has never applied to plant matter.  Having said that, she promptly gave him
a demonstration of the act.  Taking him to his very root into her mouth. 
He grunted as she pressed her mouth to his base and her nose into his pubic
hair.

   She suspected he was not terribly experienced and did not expect him to
last long.  He did last longer than she had thought, though when he finally
spent, she was amazed at the volume of semen than flooded forth.  She
looked up when she had finished taking it all and smiled.  "Quite the
generous gift in return," she said, her lips curling upward slightly in the
flickering candlelight.

   He flushed red in embarrassment.  "I apologize, beautiful woman, for I
did not tell you that I am virginal," he said.  Her fey, rather sedately
enjoying this event, suddenly sat up and took notice in her mind.  A
virgin? it said to her mind and promptly took control again.

   "It matters little, lover, for you will very soon be anything but that,"
said Hyandai, her eyes flashing to deep bronze.  She looked at him levelly
and laid back upon her cloak, spreading her legs slightly.  "Have you ever
heard of revandithlan yerda?" she asked, moving one hand to her entrance
and folding back the delicate petals of her labia.

   Kennet chuckled.  "No, but I have a feeling I know what `worship of the
orchid' means."

   Hyandai's eyes flashed again, their bronze deepening.  "Then I ask that
you show me." He moved down and lowered his face to her and began slowly
running his tongue over her folded flesh and the tiny button of a clitoris
at the top.  She moaned and lay back, stroking his cheek with one hand
while still holding herself open to him with the other.

   By the bright moonlight, he pleasured her and she caressed his curly
hair and moaned softly into the night air as the cool settled into them and
caressed their heated bodies.  For the first time, since her sexual life
began, she was able to say her desires and emotions in elven freely,
praising the young man for his skill and eagerness to please her.  "You do
that like a man of much experience," she complimented as he slipped a
finger into her tight opening and she pushed up to meet his digit.

   A few more moments of the finger and the flicking tongue and she arched
her back to a improbably curve and lifted her rump from the cloak,
screaming with open abandon into the star-dotted heavens.  "Kennet, my
lover, has pleased me, spirits smile, be glad!"

   As her orgasm subsided, he looked up at her and kissed her navel.  "Am I
supposed to shout a praise to you when I climax?"

   Hyandai giggled and stroked his cheek again.  "Yes, you should say
`Hyandai is my goddess and I will worship her very shadow forever'."

   He smiled at her.  "I planned to do that, anyway," he said.  He moved up
and began kissing her.

   Kennet's limp organ laid across her thigh, and she was eager to have him
now.  Pressing her lips to his, she blew into his mouth, and his cock
sprang to life, swelling and straightening in moments.  She smiled at him
as he looked down with wide eyes.  "Take me and be a virgin no more,
Kennet. It honors me to be your first lover."

   He fumbled a moment before the head of his cock pressed against her
narrow slit.  She nodded to him and put her hands encouragingly on the
small of his back.  Slowly, and with delicious deliberateness, he pushed
into her.

   While no match for her Husband's organ, he was still larger than a
normal elf and she felt his manhood fill her.  She gasped as he finally
reached his depth inside her and stroked his flanks and ran her feet along
his legs.  "Careful, lover, you are larger than an elven lad, be gentle
with me." Hyandai said in her mind, You are such a liar!  to her fey.  Her
fey replied, He will now perform as if he were a prize stud, though, so
hush, tonight is mine.  Hyandai giggled at her fey and her fey's mental
glare softened to a smile, as well.  Shush, it said, I have much to do.

   What Kennet lacked in skill and practice, he made up for in enthusiasm
and glee.  He seemed so generally and amazingly happy that she could not
help but take pleasure from that simple fact.  "One's praise," he said, "I
am gone to the Great Reward." His hips pushed into her and she pushed up to
meet those thrusts.

   "The reward is shared, lover, take us to it," said Hyandai, clutching
his hips now and forcing him to push harder into her.  A short while later,
he did, her climax gripped her and her voice again sang out, filling the
glade with melodious babble in elven and Westron.  As her own died down, he
climaxed, as well, spending into her and yelling out Hyandai's name.

   Kennet lay atop her panting and enjoying the gentle caress of her
fingers on his back and lips on his neck.  "You failed to call me a
goddess," she chided, "you shall have to do it again."

   He chuckled, lifting himself from her.  "You're a cruel goddess, but no
less is your due from your worshiper."

   - - - - - - - - -

   Harlen felt his entire body freeze up as Crissa climaxed, and he
shuddered in time with her own quiverings.  A squeak escaped his lips as
she cried out and arched her back.  He felt spend running down his legs
where he had come.  She finally relaxed her muscles and he relaxed with
her.

   A moment passed as he gently lapped at her, feeling a twinge of thrill
move through him with each passing of his tongue over her clitoris.  You
could use this as one hell of a way to teach men to do this correctly, he
thought, causing her to giggle in his mind as well as into the night air.

   Crissa's mind said, "I don't need to teach you anything, lover." Her
long, soft fingers stroked his moist cheek.  "You do quite well without any
prompting."

   She pulled him up to her and they caressed, kissing and tumbling over
the spread cloak.  Her moans in his head were amazingly arousing and he
hoped she was enjoying his pleasure nearly as much.

   The panting she was doing now seemed to indicate that she was.  She
looked down at him with glazed eyes.  "Now I know," she said her voice
husky with passion.

   "Know what?" asked Harlen, sitting up and smiling.

   "How you managed to attract and keep the passions of an elven woman,"
said Crissa, raising up to one elbow.  The cool wind whipped her hair
around her pretty face and she smiled at him.  "Would you like to lie
beside me this night?"

   Harlen nodded.  She rose from the cloak, lifting it and looked about for
her dress, which had blown to the corner of the round half-walled area. 
The two descended the ladder and she lifted it with a long pole, pushing
the folding ladder back into its resting place.

   Crissa kissed him again, pressing her smooth, rapidly warming skin to
him.  "You are a good lover, Harlen of Morrovale," she said.

   "You're an amazing woman, Crissa," he replied, kissing her neck and
moving his fingers through the thick strands of her straw-colored hair.

   She giggled, "Would you add me to your harem?" she asked, turning to the
large bed and folding back the coverlet.

   Harlen said, "It really isn't like that, Crissa, honest.  Wendy and
Hyandai are every bit the lover either of them are to me."

   Crissa lay in the bed and beckoned to him.  "I cannot fathom that, in
all honesty," she said.  "I've never been attracted to other women, only
men, and the more manly, the better." this last was another mind-sending.

   Harlen crawled into the bed as well, and Wendy pressed her long back
against him, inviting him to hold her.  Her mind spoke to him again.  "I
almost would join you, if you asked, for you are a generous lover and a
strong man, I sense it."

   If I thought I could invite another, I might just do that, replied
Harlen.

   "It's pointless to lie by mind-link, lover," she said, "but it was sweet
to do so." Her head half turned and regarded him with a blue eye that
sparkled by the candlelight of the room.  She leaned toward the candle and
blew it out.

   They were both soon asleep, her body warm against him and her slow, even
breath relaxed his mind.  Or was it something else?

   - - - - - - - - -

   Wendy groaned and pushed back hard, forcing the remaining inches of
Nollag's massive cock into herself.  When she felt his pelvis against hers
she groaned and went back to mouthing Gellas' magnificent organ.  She
smiled inwardly thinking that Nollag's already somewhat painful penetration
was simply preparation for the man she now was pleasing with her mouth. 
She felt goosebumps cover her skin as she climaxed from Nollag's thrusts,
her lips sealing around the thick cock in her hand and mouth.  Her screams
of pleasure were muffled by the plump rod between her lips, but the orgasm
shook her all the same and her knees went weak.

   Nollag stopped thrusting, and simply drove himself to his deepest within
her body, and she felt the pulses of semen filling her.  Her lips never
left Gellas' pole, though, and she kissed it down its length then up the
other side.  One hand cupped his massive testicles, and she moved down and
licked those and sucked one into her mouth, filling it.

   Nollag pulled his now limp pole from her with a slight sound of suction
and she smiled up at Gellas.  "Take me," she said quietly.  He did not need
Nollag's translation to understand her desire, and he moved around behind
her.  Pressing the fat head of his pole to her entrance, he grabbed her
hips and began slowly to sink the massive thing into her petite body. 
Wendy looked down and it seemed almost as if she had sprouted a third leg,
so massive was his rod.  It brushed her thighs and opened her so fully it
was sliding over her clitoris itself on the underside.  "One save me," she
grunted as another three inches pushed into her.  She had to lie down, her
knees, already weakened by a powerful climax were growing even more
unsteady now as she felt the minor pain and major pleasure of being opened
by Gellas' arm-sized cock.

   She reclined upon her back and Gellas moved over her, reentering her to
half his length.  She groaned even at that intrusion, then began whimpering
as more and more slipped into her tight opening.  "Stop, no more," she
begged, gasping for air and sweating profusely despite the cool air of the
cabin.  He pulled part of it from her and pushed in again, giving her just
a very small portion more.  This repeated for most of five minutes, her
taking yet another quarter-inch of him and him pulling forth again.

   At long last, she had him completely in her, and his tight pubic hair
rested upon her shaven cunt.  One of her hands reached down and felt around
her entrance, where the prong stretched her open.  He began thrusting into
her, pounding the organ into her deeply, and filling her far beyond her
normal ability to handle.  She screamed out as the shaft slid over her
clitoris roughly and soon reached another climax.  He drove into her
roughly and she started bucking upward to meet his deep thrusts.

   When her orgasm subsided this time and she opened her eyes, she saw a
long spike of manhood over her face, it was Gregor again, she opened her
mouth and took him in again, allowing him to push and pull the organ into
her mouth.  Her long brown hair became wet with the sweat pouring off her
brow and cheeks.

   The golden blonde Coghlander grunted and thrust into her cunt painfully,
lifting her knees and driving himself to his hilt into her.  She moaned in
pain as he spent into her, filling her even more with seed, then resting
his slowly diminishing organ inside her.  She ran her fingers over his skin
and stroked his powerful chest muscles.  "Good man," she said, smiling. 
"Damn, I am a truly well bedded woman this night." He pulled his organ
forth and moved aside, and she felt a rather alarming sense of emptiness
with the absence of the thick cock.

   Gregor would suffice, though and he moved to take up position over her.
She grinned and smiled.  "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm immensely
glad there's more to come," she said.  She moaned in pleasure as Gregor's
spike drove into her without any pain and felt magnificent, just full
enough to feel full and not so large as to hurt her after the club Gellas
had just taken to her.

   Gregor grabbed her by the waist and lifted her from the bed, bringing
her up to his body and driving himself into her as she clung to him.  He
kissed her neck and shoulders as she intertwined her arms and legs about
him.  She needed to just enjoy as he did all the work, lifting her up until
he was almost out of her then dropping her down onto his long cock.  She
soon climaxed again, and Gregor picked up the pace, lifting her and ramming
her down in a furious flurry of motion.  She climaxed a fourth then fifth
time in rapid succession, screaming out as she came.

   Wendy groaned as she was laid on her belly.  She panted openly now, her
mouth slack.  "One, please, give me strength," she said quietly as she
pulled the firm round lobes of her ass apart.  Nollag rubbed some oil onto
her backside, making the whole area wondrously cool and slick.  She felt
him hovering over her and knew he was about to take her by her back way.

   She gritted her teeth as the thick pole spread her sphincter open then
plowed deep into her.  She howled in the stupendous rush of pleasure and
pain that washed over her.  He man she was lying atop, Gellas, kissed her
lips as he pushed his hips down into the mattress and the head of his cock
against her opening.  Bucking upward even as Nollag drove into her
backside, they drove their cocks into her in unison, instantly filling her
with a vast volume of penis.

   She nearly fainted, only the continued low-level pain of her rectum
being spread open kept her from passing out.  "This one's going to be big,"
she predicted as she felt water building up behind her dam.  She could feel
the two thick cocks moving at different rates in her backside and cunt and
it felt magnificent.  The water kept building and mounting, until in a rush
she screamed so loudly her own ears rang and her nails dug into the back of
Nollag, forcing him to drive himself deeper into her rump.

   As she panted and slowed she beckoned to Gregor, who stroked his
platinum hair as he approached her, his head tilted.

   "Nollag, tell him to take my mouth, I wish to pleasure you all three at
once," she said.  Nollag said a few words and Gregor promptly pushed his
cock into her mouth.  She tilted her head back and again stretched her neck
and looked up at him imploringly.  He did not seem to understand.  "Tell
him to push it in like he was in my pussy," she instructed, then took the
cock back between her lips.

   As Nollag finished speaking this time, Gregor nodded and grabbed Wendy's
head in both hands.  She groaned in excitement as he began thrusting into
her waiting and willing throat.

   In moments he was fully into her mouth and throat, ramming into her with
every drop of abandon most men take with a woman's entrance.  She had them
all within her now, and this pleased her inordinately.  She wished they
could all climax at one time, that would make her night complete.  Despite
her rather unfavorable prediction on it, Nollag and Gellas very nearly did,
Gellas spending into her well-used cunt even as Nollag's legs locked up and
he spilled his seed into her tight anus.

   The man in her mouth took almost a minute longer, finally thrusting a
last few forceful thrusts then resting, his organ buried in her throat. 
She did not even have to swallow, his semen, what there might be of it on
his forth climax, had gone straight down her throat.

   As the three massive Coghlandish cocks were pulled from her various
orifices, she laid down on the cot and curled up, moaning to herself and
smiling.  "I must rest a while, my wondrous men," she said in a hoarse
whisper.  The men spoke for a brief moment and Gellas laid beside her and
cuddled her into his strong arms.  She let herself be held and sighed
contentedly then drifted off to sleep.

   She awoke to the feeling of strong hands massaging her legs.  She
smelled oil strongly, though no type she recalled.  Wendy had expected to
awaken with very sore muscles and much sorer entries.  Neither was true,
she felt wondrous.  She stretched and realized it was Nollag rubbing her
calf and massaging the oil into the skin.  "What is that stuff?" she asked.

   He said, "It is Dark Comfort, a herb from Coghland." He held up a vial
of oil.  "It helps warriors feel better after a long fight, even with minor
wounds.  She moaned as all the events of the last night came back to her.

   "Nollag, please don't think ill of me for last night," she said, her
voice slightly worried.

   He smiled.  "Why would I?  you were magnificent," he said.  "I've never
seen the likes of you in the bed and I daresay, I may never again, and even
then I would be pleased."

   She grinned.  "Flatterer," said Wendy.  He was working up her long,
muscular thigh again, and she parted her legs.  As he rubbed the Black
Comfort oil onto her cunt, she realized even that didn't hurt, even a
little.  She experimentally touched herself, and all she felt was the
normal mild pleasure of contact.  "That stuff is amazing."

   Gellas still laid beside her, pressed to her left side.  His organ, now
limp laid across her leg and between them.  She touched it with one hand,
marveling at his size, even at rest.  The foreskin was interesting for her
and she toyed with it experimentally.  Soon, though, it stiffened in her
hand and Gellas blearily opened his eyes.  He said something in
Coghlandish.

   Wendy looked toward Nollag who said, "He asked if you were already ready
for more."

   She looked at the thick cock hardening in her hand and then at Gellas'
face, then nodded with a wide smile.

   By noon, they had each taken her twice more, and she was again rubbed
down with the oil of Black Comfort.  The four of them moved to the camp's
bathing house and entered.  She first went to the toilet and evacuated all
the spend she could from front and back, then went into the bathing area.

   It was one massive tub, and there were her three men sitting in a little
group.  Two other Coghlanders were there as well, but they soon left.  She
curled up in Gregor's lap and kissed with him for a long while.  None tried
to take her here, they simply passed her back and forth for long kissing
and petting sessions.

   The hot kisses and gentle touches were arousing her again, and she felt
their organs stiffen in the water.  "We should go back to the room," she
said to Nollag.  He nodded and they all donned their cloaks and went back
to the bunk room.

   Five minutes later, she was on her belly again with Nollag taking her
cunt and Gellas pushing as much of his pole into her mouth as he could
manage.  After milking both of them of their seed, she turned over and
smiled.  "Only ten more hours of careshlan tosked esmivani, we should make
good use of the time," said Wendy, her blue eyes sparkling.

   The feral part of her mind thanked Hyandai and Harlen for this one day
to revel in sexuality with utter strangers.  The civilized portion had no
say and was thoroughly subdued and cringing in the corner from the ravening
beast that she had become.  One mildly alarming and shocking phrase came
from her lips as she was lying and recovering from another thorough
manhandling from Gregor.

   "Do you boys have any more friends?" she had said, startling herself
with the abject wantonness of the question.

   Nollag nodded.  "I could have more men come if you liked," he said,
looking seriously like he would go gather more if she asked.

   She shook her head.  "Probably too much, perhaps next time," said Wendy,
smiling a very tired smile.

   "Too tired for another time with me?" asked Nollag.

   Wendy giggled.  "Not even close," she said, moving to kiss him and sit
atop his broad hips.

   - - - - - - - - - The bright sun woke them, still lying naked in the
little clearing at the north end of the park.  It peered over the wall of
the village and lit the glade brightly.  Hyandai blinked and smiled at her
lover.  "Good morrow," she said, "did you sleep well?"

   Kennet smiled at her, sitting up and looking down on her smooth skin by
daylight now.  "How could I not?  I was exhausted."

   She giggled.  "Well, you did keep saying okay to me giving you more
energy." She looked at him evenly, her smile shrinking.  "Truth be told, my
own husband has never taken me so many times in one evening."

   He smiled.  "He could, if you fed him thusly of your vitality."

   Hyandai nodded, stroking his thigh and letting her fingertips brush over
his soft cock.  "Normally, I do not seek to have a lover take me eight
times."

   Her fey piped in tiredly, Not for my lack of trying.

   She looked at the sky, it was well past noon.  "We have several more
hours.  Do you wish to stay in the woods with me or shall we go elsewhere?"

   He embraced her, kissing her neck as he did so.  "I wish to stay where
you wish to stay," he said.  His manhood quickly responded to her touch and
she smiled.

   "We stay here, then, for leaving would waste time better used for other
pursuits." Then she lowered her mouth to his organ again, bringing him
quickly to full erection, then to climax.  He tasted different from her
husband, somehow, and the taste was slightly better, or perhaps it was her
fey's influence.

   She kissed him to erection again, then again, the day waned over them
and the sky darkened.  They grew hungry, but she had planned for that,
taking apples and oranges from her cloak's inner pocket.  "Very
foresighted," Kennet complimented her as they shared an orange.

   She giggled, "I wanted nothing to interfere with my mere twenty-four
hours of freedom from commitment."

   Twice more, they made love, tumbling across the ground and enjoying one
another's pleasure.  The moon was high and Hyandai finally said.  "I must
go soon, lover for the day, but I wish to thank you for the kindness and
warmth you have shown me."

   He knelt before her as she stood.  "You have given me an honor which
will bless me for all my days, lovely Hyandai, I worship you."

   She stroked her cheek, smiling down at the good-looking lad there and
bent down and kissed his brow.  "There is always next year," she said.  She
dressed slowly, and they kissed several times as they found their clothes
and put them on.  Finally, she slipped the cloak over her shoulders. 
"Kennet, thank you." she said, now speaking Westron.

   Kennet threw his cloak over his own back and kissed her one last time.
"No, Hyandai, I just did the only thing a man could do when faced with
beauty that stuns the soul."

   Together, they walked from the park and down the cobbled streets of
Norboro until they were across the street from the inn.  "Blessed parting,
lover for a day," she said.

   "Blessed parting, lover for a day," he echoed.

   She gently reclaimed her hand and walked across the street and into the
bar.  Kennet thought for a moment he would cry, but did not, he was far to
happy for that.  And there was the chance of `next year'.

   - - - - - - - - -

   Harlen slowly came to and felt the bed empty.  As he turned over, he saw
Crissa, sitting in a chair and reading by the sunlight pouring through the
eastward windows of the round room.

   "Good morrow." she said into his mind, her eyes still on the text in the
book and her lips quirking up in a tiny smile.

   He sat up and watched her read a moment.  Good morrow, beautiful Crissa,
he thought.

   She was rather beautiful, in a very different way from his wives, who
were both petite creatures, though incredibly sexy.  She was long and
strong and possessed of a beauty that made Harlen long to have a dozen
children with her and come home every single day from work and kiss her,
then spend an evening with the children and her, then make love to her at
night.

   Crissa's smile broadened.  "Sounds pleasant," she thought at him.  "So,
I am the sort of girl a man brings home to meet his mother?"

   Her mind-reading abilities were uncanny, and he reminded himself to keep
reigns on his thoughts.  She giggled in his head.  "If you wish it, I can
stop," she thought.

   No, thought Harlen, I have nothing to hide from someone who welcomes me
to their bed."

   The tall woman unfolded from the couch and laid down her book, carefully
marking her place with a leather bookmark.  "Harlen, you have half-won my
heart because you let me into your mind and I have yet to have to forgive a
single stray thought you've had." She thought a moment, "I must say, it is
the very first time."

   Her long, powerful arms embraced him and she kissed him.  "By the way,
lover," she said out loud this time, "I almost invariably awaken in a mood
for love-play."

   Harlen put his massive arms about her slim waist and pulled her close.
"Then we are kindred," he said, and she felt his cock swelling against her
thigh.

   Her fingers encompassed his girth.  "Yet another reason to lust for
you," she said, squeezing his thick organ.  "The size of your manhood must
vex your elven bride from time to time."

   He chuckled.  "It does a little, I fear," said Harlen.  "But she has yet
to make that complaint aloud."

   Harlen's hand moved to her stomach, over the washboard of muscles there
then downward, again through that fine thatch of golden hairs, then over
her hot, wet entrance.

   Once again, the shock of feeling the pleasure his touch elicited made
him gasp.  "Please, take me fully this morning," Crissa said in his mind,
her lips busily kissing his shoulder and neck.  He lay her on the bed and
moved atop her.  She smiled up at him as her hands played over his chest
and upper arms.  "Such a powerful and strong man," she murmured in his
skull.  Her hand went down and aimed his organ toward her wet entrance. 
"Take me in a way worthy of those bulging muscles, lover, for I am no
petite, delicate flower, but a woman built for such use."

   He thrust into her with one long, powerful stroke and both of them
gasped at the round of stimulation that their linked minds sent back and
forth, both shocked that it felt so wondrous from the other's point of
view. His thick pole spread her open and she wrapped her long legs about
him pulling him tight with the powerful thighs he had admired earlier.

   "Yes, like that lover!" she mentally squealed, her face a mask of
pleasure and release.  He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her
to the bed with his bulk and in place with his powerful arms.  Her hips
bucked up to meet each forceful thrust and she received him easily and
willingly.  Immense pleasure flowed from her mind to his and his pleasure
flowed back to feed hers.

   It was but the work of a few minutes for both to climax, their orgasms
joined into one event that shook their minds and bodies as one.  Their
shared pleasure kept it mounting higher and higher, and there was a brief
moment of fear in both of them that it would never stop, but when they were
both nearing a point where they could stand no more pleasure, it crested
and the wave dumped both of them upon the bed leaving them drenched in
their perspiration and sitting in what seemed to be snowfall.

   Crissa giggled as she caught the slowly drifting snow and looked at it
in her palm then at the pillow she had been clutching when the climax
touched her.  It was torn in two now, and half of it lay in the far corner.
Harlen panted into her neck, his fingers feeling the edge of the linens
which were torn and he eyed the deepening purple bruises on her shoulders,
four parallel lines on each shoulder, where his fingers had been.  A slight
pain called from his back and turning about he noted two bruises across his
lower back, oddly long and broad, where her calves had lain.

   "Wow," said Harlen, eyeing the falling feathers from the down pillow.

   Crissa sprang up from the bed and clutched herself to his elevated body,
rapidly planting kisses over his neck, shoulders, and face.  "By the One
that was amazing!" she squealed, the words reaching his mind half a
heartbeat before his ears heard them.  Her smile was contagious and Harlen
joined her in wearing it.

   Harlen held himself there until she tired of kissing him, which took a
while.  She finally pressed her soft, full lips to his and kissed him for a
long moment, feeding him her warm, soft tongue.  When that kiss ended, she
gently slid up on the bed, sliding his organ from her warm slit.  He moved
to the side and lay beside her.  "It was amazing," he confirmed.

   Her legs were still twitching as she rubbed them together and moaned,
smiling at him.  His own legs were weak and he seemed to have an erection
that would not abate.

   The tall, lovely girl looked at his still stiff cock.  "Do we need to
put that to use again?" she asked.

   "Very likely," confirmed Harlen.

   Crissa's face took on a look of mild pleasure.  "Good," she said.

   - - - - - - - - -

   It was nearly midnight.  Wendy was again being taken by Gregor and
Nollag.  Gregor was taking her by her back way and Nollag had his organ
buried in her cunt.  She climaxed one last time just before they did,
filling her again, still further, with their seed, though they produced
very little after all the drainings she had blessed them with by her
various ways.

   She begged forgiveness that she had to leave now, but they seemed quite
satisfied with how their little night of drinking had turned out.  She was
elated with how hers had turned out.

   Wendy dressed and cast her cloak about her shoulders and gave each man a
long, passionate kiss before leaving the small building.  As she headed
toward the inn they were to meet at, she found herself quietly thinking
about the next year.

   - - - - - - - - -

   She sat at the table next to Hyandai, and across from Harlen.  "Well,
good evening," she said.

   The three told their tales to one another for the next hour.  When it
was Wendy's turn, they both gaped in amazement at her and Hyandai at first
thought she was joking.  Wendy challenged her and she, under the table
reached between Wendy's long thighs.  When she effortlessly slid her entire
hand into her wife, she widened her eyes massively and smiled.

   "Then you did use careshlan tosked esmivani to your profit," said
Hyandai.

   Harlen looked down at Hyandai's soaked hand before she used a napkin to
wipe it clean.

   "She's very full and very loose, beloved," she told Harlen.  "I believe
it if she says she was loved by three men all day."

   Wendy leaned back in her chair.  "Just because I was hesitant about it
doesn't mean I wasn't going to give it my all when I agreed to do it," she
said, grinning at the obvious pleasure on Harlen and Hyandai's faces. 
"Well, another year before we can slip the knots of abandon," said Wendy,
with a rather wistful sound to her voice.

   Harlen nodded.  "Yeah," he agreed.

   Hyandai smiled and put her chin in her hands.  "Only a year," she
sighed.