by A. J. Markam
“The downside of the Sensuals is that they need to be fully in their bodies before they can experience pleasure,” Eluun said. “Without soft touch – without being aroused in this way – they tend to stay locked in their own heads, and their own thoughts and anxieties form a prison that does not allow them full access to ecstasy. Caresses and lingering touch both arouse their bodies and quiet their minds. Likewise, a disagreeable odor or irritating sound can distract a Sensual and completely take her out of the act of love.
“But touch is the most important of all. A Sensual without touch is like a plant without water: she withers and will gradually die – if not physically, then emotionally and spiritually.”
Again, I thought of Alaria. How she smelled. How she would whisper in my ear, the soft murmurs thrilling me. How she would gently touch my skin. Almost like she was both Sensual and Energetic at the same time.
“Now we move on to the more… demonstrative of the four branches, shall we say,” Eluun said, and started down the hall.
I don’t know if it was the acoustics of the hallways, or whether the rooms were far enough apart, or if it had something to do with the sound-dampening animal furs – but I didn’t hear the next chamber until we were almost there. Which was pretty incredible, seeing as they were the loudest of the three by far.
As we rounded the curve, I began to hear it:
Orgasmic screams.
Guttural grunts.
High-pitched EEEE sounds.
“OH MY GODDESS, OH MY GODDESS – ”
“I’m coming, I’M COMING – ”
“UNNNHHHHHH – ”
And even more than the cries, the rhythmic slap slap slap of skin against skin.
As we rounded the corner, it was like we’d stumbled into the biggest girl-on-girl porno set of all time, filled with a bunch of blue-skinned women with pointy ears and long, white hair.
Just going at it.
Hardcore fucking everywhere.
Women bent over with female elves right behind them, slapping their hips against the other’s ass.
Women in the missionary position with their legs wrapped around their partner’s waist, or draped over the other woman’s shoulders, or angled out in the air as they held on to their own ankles.
Women on top, bouncing up and down or grinding slowly on the other woman’s crotch.
Women scissoring, their legs intertwined, rubbing wetly against each other.
Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, lying on their sides, up against walls, plus dozens of other positions. And lots and lots of breasts swaying and jiggling with every slap of pelvis against pelvis.
It was like a blue-skinned version of the Kama Sutra.
I was a little puzzled, though, since it was obviously all women in the room. Which was awesome – I’m definitely not complaining. I wasn’t looking to see any elf dong.
It was just odd that basically half the women had strap-ons, and that I couldn’t see much of them.
Oh, I saw the leather thongs they were wearing between their gorgeous ass cheeks as they railed away on screaming, climaxing women beneath them – but from what I could see, they didn’t have massive dildoes attached to their nether regions. And it’s not like they were backing their hips up 8 inches before they slammed back in. It was a lot of limited movement – a couple of inches at most.
If I’m going to be honest, I had a little anxiety about how large the sex toys were. Not that I was comparing myself
(of course I was)
or that the elves even cared about me. They were waaaay too focused on what they were doing.
It’s just…
I guess I had this ridiculous fear that they were all going to turn around and start yelling “Whip it out, whip it out!” and then taunt me with their porn-star-sized rubber wangs.
But I quickly pushed all that out of my mind. There was too much amazing stuff to watch to be obsessing over my own package.
Besides the strap-on action, there were also plenty of women fingering each other – inserting wet fingers inside their partners and then vigorously pumping them in and out.
The women getting the attention loved it. Without exception, their faces were contorted in ecstasy as they arched their backs and clutched their own breasts.
In fact, that was another thing I noticed. If anybody was touching breasts, it wasn’t soft or sensual. They were groping boobs, gripping asses, pinching nipples – manhandling them, basically. (Woman-handling?)
It was rough, it was frantic, it was animalistic – and it was very, very hot.
My pants felt like they were going to burst.
“These are the Sexuals,” Eluun said.
“Wait – isn’t it all sexual?” I asked, confused.
“All acts of sex magic are sexual, but that is just the terminology that we use to differentiate this branch from the others. This is the basest, rawest expression of sex magic. Sexuals are excited by nudity more than the other quadrants, and love showing off skin and their bodies. Most of all, they value penetration above all other acts. Foreplay is a distant second. Orgasm is the most important goal for them by far, and if they don’t achieve it, they feel as though the sex was a failure. They are vigorous and enthusiastic lovers, but they often ignore the subtleties of the other branches. You might say they engage in brute force, although they are quite happy with the results.”
“Sure looks and sounds like it,” I murmured, wishing I could have just a few minutes to sneak off to a corner by myself and take care of business without anybody calling me a perv.
“Outside the bedroom, Sexuals can often be identified by the way they dress. They are aroused by the visual aspect of sex, so they expose a great deal of skin to others, hoping to attract a likeminded mate. The downside to Sexuals is that they are often selfish lovers. Once they achieve their orgasm, they are usually done.”
Now that Eluun mentioned it, after many of the naked women finished coming, they got a relaxed, happy look on their faces – and rolled over on their sides, leaving their partners hanging.
Interesting. Reminded me of the stereotypical complaint women have about guys.
Of course, when you had a room full of 300 naked elves, if one partner got left hanging, she just moved on to the next naked woman just a few feet away.
Seemed like a pretty damn good system to me.
“Come,” Eluun said.
“What?” I said, then blushed and muttered “Oh” as I realized she meant ‘walk with me.’
I followed along behind her, but I watched the women in the room for as long as I possibly could until they disappeared from view. Even then I strained to hear the cries of orgasmic pleasure until they faded away.
Then we arrived at the fourth chamber.
It reminded me of the Monty Python line, ‘And now for something completely different.’
Like the other chambers, I heard it before I saw it.
Most notably the crack! of a whip, followed by a cry – of pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. Maybe both at the same time.
We walked through the archway of the next room, and I stood there transfixed in both horror and erotic wonderment.
The first thing that struck me was there wasn’t omnipresent nudity. In fact, half of the elf women tended to be dressed. Or at least half dressed. Lots of leather, lots of straps, lots of metal chains and studded jewelry.
The second thing that struck me was the thought, This room has everything you could possibly imagine.
Well – a lot of it, anyway.
Over along one wall, there were women tied to all sorts of restraints – bent over pommel horses, tied to giant X’s, hanging from their arms in the air. Behind them stood elves in leather outfits flogging the bound women with whips and riding crops.
I winced when I saw blows land – but from the sounds the ‘victims’ were making, you’d be hard-pressed to say they weren’t enjoying it. In fact, some of them were screaming as ecstatically as the Sexuals.
But that
’s not all there was.
Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
There was a group of naked female elves standing in a semi-circle, peering down at a couple on the ground 69ing each other. All the women watching were fingering themselves, or reaching over and touching a neighbor, but their attention was absolutely rapt, focused solely on the two women on the ground.
In another section of the room was a raised stage. A completely naked frost elf stood alone in front of a fully dressed audience. The nude woman touched her own breasts and rubbed between her legs, crying out in ecstasy as everyone watched in silence.
There was spanking, bondage with chains and rope, costumes – and some stuff I’m not even going to mention because it was so far out.
I felt… strange.
The beatings and the bondage totally left me cold. Turned off, even.
And yet, as I stared at those women in a circle watching the two elves having sex… touching themselves or stroking other women between their legs…
And the naked woman onstage, masturbating in front of the audience…
I got immensely turned on again, and not just from the nudity or the sexual acts themselves.
There was something transgressive about it.
Something wrong.
Something exciting.
“These are the Shadow Sisters,” Eluun explained. “This is the branch of sex magic that deals with the forbidden. Bondage, masochism, sadism, exhibitionism, voyeurism, displays of dominance and submission – ”
“Kinky,” I said.
Eluun looked at me in confusion. “Kinky?”
I blushed, although I didn’t know why. “Where I come from, that’s what they call this. Kinky sex.”
“I see,” Eluun said, and nodded. “As I said, this branch of sex magic deals with forbidden desires. Acts looked down on by a majority of frost elves, though practiced in secret by many.
“Some women have a fixation on a single object or specific act, and that fetish is the only thing that will allow them to achieve orgasm. But the majority of the sisters experience arousal from doing things they were told was wrong, immoral, or shameful. It is the transgression that excites them. Sometimes an incident early in their lives – such as being disciplined as a child, or a group of people seeing them naked – becomes interwoven with the sexual response. But whatever the cause or origin, they find their greatest pleasure in doing the thing which others tell them they should not do. And that ‘thing’ varies from person to person.
“The downside of the Shadow Sisters is that they experience a great deal of shame about their desires. Before they found goddess Jaiya, they were told their desires were perversions. But here they find acceptance from others who are excited by exactly the same things as they are. And with that acceptance comes a full embracing of their erotic natures, and a willingness to give themselves fully to the things which they desire, without shame, without hesitation – which allows them to achieve their full potential of pleasure.”
Again, I thought of Alaria. All the times she’d said Ooooh, kinky. Jokes about spanking and being ‘really, really bad.’ It was obvious that she took great pleasure in doing things that others would find scandalous or immoral.
I had to admit, that turned me on. Not whatever individual taboo Alaria was talking about at the moment, but how she just didn’t give a fuck and liked to do the things we’re not supposed to do.
But it also confused me. “I don’t understand.”
“What is it you do not understand?” Eluun asked.
“I know someone who loves all four areas of sex magic.”
Eluun smiled enigmatically. “The shapeshifter.”
I looked around, alarmed. “Where?”
She laughed. “Not literally. It is merely the term we give to one who can access all four areas of sex magic equally. Goddess Jaiya has granted a favored few with the ability to experience great pleasure in all four quadrants. These people we call shapeshifters. Their strength is that they can access and enjoy every part of sex magic. Their weakness is, unless they are aware of their expansive natures, they cannot be satisfied with a partner who is primarily from just one quadrant. So they flit from one lover to another, never finding complete fulfillment.
“They will have sex with a Sexual and exult in penetration and orgasm – but soon they grow bored. Then they will find an Energetic who satisfies them at a soul level – but again, the bloom falls off. They seek out the Sensual, and delight in sating their erotic longing for touch… but even that begins to pale, and they move on to the Shadow Side, where they indulge their most forbidden desires until they grow restless and begin the entire cycle again.
“If they are lucky enough to find another shapeshifter, then they are blessed because their desires will complement each other. But they may also find a partner who is willing to give them all those things – even if the partner is from only one of the four quadrants. Only when a shapeshifter is stimulated by the Energetic, Sensual, Sexual, and… ‘kinky,’ as you put it – then and only then will they find true satisfaction.”
Whoa.
That explained a lot about Alaria.
She obviously had all these different urges – Sexual, Sensual, Energetic, and Kinky.
All her teasing me with anticipation? Energetic.
Her whispers and caresses? Sensual.
The way she loved me being inside her? Sexual.
That whole business with Tarka onboard the Revenge? Kinky.
I tried to think back to everything we’d done, and wondered if she’d been getting everything she needed from me.
I winced as I realized – probably not.
My mind was spinning. Other than being an incredible turn-on and making me harder than steel, everything I’d seen in the Temple was challenging all my preconceptions about sex. It was like somebody had given me the guidebook to what sex was all about. Not the ‘Insert Tab A into Slot B’ stuff, but the actual psychology behind it.
There was a particularly loud crack! of a whip, and I flinched.
“You seem slightly disturbed,” Eluun noted.
I gave her an apologetic smile. “Some of this is… a little unsettling to me.”
“And yet other things…?”
I looked back at the women standing in a circle, touching each other, staring at the couple fucking on the ground.
I glanced back up at the stage where another naked elf was just reaching climax as the audience watched.
“Some of it’s incredibly arousing,” I admitted.
Eluun nodded. “Sexuality is a mystery that continually reveals itself to us. The things that disturb us can also be the things that arouse us the most, whether we want that or not. There is a dark river that runs beneath the decisions we make. The territory of desire sometimes includes longings which we are not even aware of consciously.”
“How are we supposed to deal with that, though?”
“The key is not to repress it, but to embrace it, to investigate it, whether in fantasy by ourselves or with others in mutual consent. Only by accepting our true natures – without fear, without guilt, without shame – can we truly be at peace with ourselves and find that which fulfills us.”
“Which quadrant are you?” I asked.
She smiled modestly. “I was fortunate to be born a shapeshifter.”
“Did you know Alaria when she was here?”
“Oh yes,” Eluun said. “We did not interact much, but yes, I knew her.”
“I think she’s a shapeshifter, too.”
“Yes, she is,” Eluun said, and I swear her voice dropped an octave, thick with desire.
For the first time, I was struck by how attractive Eluun was. She was one of the curvier frost elves, with a tiny waist and firm, round, D-cup breasts beneath her robes.
I raised my eyebrows as a flood of images entered my mind. “Uh – did you two ever – never mind, it’s none of my business.”
I didn’t want to know.
(Yes I did.)
Eluun answered my question without being pressed. “No… I was never that fortunate.”
I looked into Eluun’s eyes. “You wanted to?”
She swallowed hard, hesitated… then nodded. Her breasts were almost heaving underneath her robe. “Yes. I wanted to dearly. But she was never allowed into the temple. She was only for Saykir.”
“Speaking of which – why the hell are you working for him?”
Eluun looked around in alarm, like she was afraid I might be overheard. “You must not say such things.”
“Everything you told me over the last half hour – everything you showed me – was about joy and pleasure and freedom. Unless I really got the wrong impression, Saykir’s not about any of those things. He’s all about control and feeding his own ego. So what’s the deal?”
“Keep your voice down,” she whispered. “You don’t understand.”
I lowered my voice and leaned in close. “Explain it to me, then. ‘Cause it sure seems to me like he’s the leader of a cult, and you’re just going along with him because… why?”
Fear spread through her features. “He is very powerful.”
“You seem pretty damn powerful, too.”
“Not like him.”
“What does everybody else think?”
She looked down at the floor. “Some revere him… others do not.”
“Why not get the ones who don’t to help you rebel?”
“You have no idea what you’re – ”
“Eluun,” a familiar voice said loudly.
Eluun and I both jolted up straight, and she whirled around.
Varisa the mage was standing about ten feet away, glowering at us from under her hood. “Lord Saykir has need of you.”
“Oh… yes, of course,” Eluun said. “Let me take our guest to his quarters – ”
“Let an acolyte do it,” Varisa said. “He needs you now.”
“Very well. Exa!”
A frost elf was walking down the hall towards us, and hurried over at the sound of her name. From what Eluun had said earlier about showing off skin, I guessed she was a Sexual. She had a wide, plunging neckline on her silk robe that exposed a great deal of her chest. Not a whole lot in the breast department, but the gentle swells she did have were pretty damn attractive.
