by Randi Darren
“There’s an entire packet of information for that an—”
Mouth laid a packet down in front of Caroline with a smile.
“Here you are,” said the Dryad.
Vince smiled up at Mouth. “Thanks. Well, Caroline, it’s fairly simple. The requirements of my vassals are quite different than those of my wives, because my wives aren’t vassals. They’re equals.”
“Hmm,” Caroline mused. Reaching out, she opened the packet and flipped through several pages. “Quite extensive.”
“Elysia, my High Elf wife, put it together. It’s quite well thought out.”
“Yes. I heard you had several Elven wives.”
Caroline let the packet close and turned her eyes back to him.
“Four. A Royal Elf, a High Elf, a Wood Elf, and a Night Elf.”
“Quite the collection. Trying to get a wife from every sub-species of Elf? You’re only missing Snow Elves, Desert Elves, and Winged Elves.
“Though I haven’t seen either of the other two in my lifetime, my grandmother had stories of them. Supposedly they lived in the southern lands, but that was many years ago.”
Vince smiled at her offer of personal information. It was a starting point, he felt.
“I’d love to hear those stories sometime. What we know of the Wastes seems very limited. If your clan has been in the area for a while, it might have extensive knowledge.”
“Another time,” Caroline said with a flick of her elegant fingers. “So… your children. What are your succession plans? I imagine the Royal Elf is… very concerned with that. Supposedly, they usually were.”
“Ah, that’s a bit complicated. My children with Yaris are indeed classified as royal, but they’re not in line for succession. At least, not directly. They have the same chance as all of my children to lead.
“The simplest way of explaining this is to think of a council. Each wife has a family seat at the council, and were I to fall, die, or become infirm, that council would activate.
“If the children of my wives are old enough, they would form and elect a leader amongst themselves. That person would govern Yosemite but would need to work with the council. If they’re not old enough, their mothers would act as regents,” Vince said. Meliae had explained the whole thing to him one night. It had sounded complicated, but at least reasonable.
“In other words, any of your children could end up as the ruler of Yosemite. What’s to stop any one of them from just taking control?” Caroline asked.
“The Dryads,” Vince said, indicating the women around him. “They’re all my… every Dryad of my grove is my grove wife. They’ve all provided me with children. Some human, most Dryad.
“If the ruler doesn’t listen to the council, or the council doesn’t work with the ruler, the Dryads will step in and… solve the issue.”
“These as well?” Caroline asked, indicating the Dryad guards.
“I’ve given Lord Vince six children,” said the guard Caroline had pointed at. “I’m on the lower side of the average, but… I have problems letting the others care for my children for me.
“It’s difficult to be sent out on missions.”
The Dryad smiled sheepishly, looking to Vince and then away again.
“And you?” Caroline said, pointing to a rather broad-shouldered Dryad.
“Thirteen Dryads, one human,” she said. “We all bear an obligation to have as many Dryads as possible for our husband.”
Caroline shook her head.
“In other words, the entire ruling element of Yosemite is your children.”
“Yes. The Dryads are the protectors of the virtue of Yosemite, the council its will and the ruler its direction.
“Working together, they’ll be fine. I figure I can retire in a decade or two and slip away to a quiet mansion and enjoy life,” Vince said.
“I see,” Caroline said, looking up to Mouth. “And you? How many?”
“Two,” Mouth said with a small smile. “I am one of Vince’s wives, not a grove wife. I spend much of my time with him. It’s much harder to remain at his side when I’m pregnant.”
Caroline sighed and began to drum her fingernails along the table. She was clearly thinking on the entire situation.
“It would seem being your wife would be far more beneficial than a duchess. Clearly, I cannot be the duchess and your wife at the same time. Nor would any children I have be in the council if I were only a duchess. My people wouldn’t have the best voice possible,” Caroline said aloud.
Vince wasn’t sure if she wanted him to respond, so he merely waited.
“I suppose that answers it, then. I’ll become one of your Elven wives and join the collection. I’ll also bear you children, though I think I cannot handle more than three.
“As to my queendom, I’ll pass that mantle of leadership to my sister,” Caroline said decisively. “Alright. Would you Dryads please assist me in making sure I’m as fertile as possible with your magic?
“I’m afraid our dear lord Vince is going to need to put his seed in me momentarily, and I really need to get a child as quickly as possible.
“The sooner they can catch up to their brothers and sisters, the better.”
Caroline stood up and started to pull off her clothes, unfastening furred bits as if it were an everyday occurrence to undress in front of a man she didn’t know.
The Dryads all looked to Mouth, who looked to Vince.
“Before I agree, you do realize I’ll need your word first as Queen to accept me as your ruler.
“Then to pledge your army to my cause and accept my charter. The laws of Yosemite—then I can take you as my wife.”
“Yes, that’s all fine,” Caroline said, unhooking a strip of fabric that was wound around her breasts. “My sister will abide by what I tell her to do.”
Vince stood up and took several steps away from Caroline.
“Alright. Go ahead, Mouth, do what you can to get her… ready to receive… as it were. I’ll tell Gerard to make plans to take in the Snow Elves’ mages.”
Vince moved quickly over to the tent flap.
He found himself face to face with Red, staring into her glowing eyes.
“Ah, hey Red,” Vince said. Then, surprisingly, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Before she could react, he pulled away and reached up above her head to scratch her ears.
“Could you do me a favor, Red? Please tell Gerard the Elves will be joining us. It was exactly like Elysia said. She wishes to be a wife before she’ll commit the Elves to join us.”
Red blinked, her eyes glowing brighter. Then she slowly nodded her head.
“Red will do this… Bringer is mean,” Red said, wrinkling her nose at him. “Red wants to eat you. Do not tempt Red with kisses. Red would end her own life before she hurt you.”
“Thanks, Red,” Vince said, then went back into the tent.
Caroline had lain out on the grass, nude. Several Dryad’s were kneeling beside her, their hands on her abdominal area.
“Ah, welcome back, my noble husband,” Caroline said. “The one called Mouth said she would attend to you and make you ready for me. Apparently it’s her job?”
Mouth appeared beside him, her fingers deftly peeling him out of his armor.
She’d gotten very good at it.
As frequently as she did it, how could she not?
Giving him a warm smile, Mouth popped the latch on his armor and pushed it off his torso.
“You’re into this,” Vince whispered as softly as he could to Mouth.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes glowing when she looked up at him fully. They were like small suns. “So are the others.”
Glancing over to the other Dryads as Mouth stripped him, he saw their eyes were indeed glowing.
Glowing and watching him.
Caroline was lying flat on her back, staring at Vince being undressed. Her eyes had the look of a kid getting a present or a treat.
Looking down at himself, Vince realized
he was already completely undressed.
Mouth really is efficient at that.
Settling down on her knees in front of him, Mouth gently cradled his manhood in her hands.
“At least you’re an attractive man with a good body, my noble husband,” Caroline said. “I do hope in time we can grow to love one another. A loveless marriage seems so sad.”
“Yaris said the same thing,” Vince said. Reaching down with his right hand, he wrapped his fingers into Mouth’s hair.
He knew she enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her head.
“And?” Caroline asked, watching Mouth intently. “Could you turn her a bit? I’d like to watch. I’ve never done it before and could use this as a lesson for later.”
Snickering, and knowing Mouth was getting more and more turned on by being used like this, Vince moved to the side. Mouth was now in full view of Caroline.
Vince’s erect self was an inch from Mouth’s mouth.
“Yaris and I are certainly far beyond a loveless marriage. Or at least, I think so. She can be hard to read at times.”
The Dryads circled up around Caroline kept their hands pressed to her. He imagined they were channeling their energies into her womb.
Mouth took him into her mouth. Her lips slid over him as she guided him as deeply as possible, swallowing at his tip.
“Oh, did she put it in her throat?” Caroline asked.
Vince nodded, not quite able to respond.
Mouth was very talented, and her tongue, lips, and suction were perfect.
It was exactly what he wanted in every way.
And she knew it.
She wasted no time, her hands stroking and fondling his jewels as her head bobbed back and forth slowly.
Working him from hilt to tip, she made sure to push him down deep. The walls of her throat contracted gently as she swallowed at his flesh, as if she could eat him.
The soft sounds of her suckling at him as she pulled him back and the chirping moans she made as she did so were the only sounds in the tent otherwise.
“Goodness, she really seems to enjoy that,” Caroline said.
Mouth moaned in the affirmative, her glowing eyes gazing up at Vince as she blew him.
Then, with a sudden and audible pop, she released his tip from her lips.
“If I do any more, he’ll finish. Time for you to receive our husband, Caroline,” Mouth said.
Opening her arms to him and moving into a spread-eagle pose, she smiled up at Vince.
“Come and claim your newest wife, noble husband,” Caroline said.
Getting an eyeful of the Snow Elf, he realized she was much bustier than the other Elves.
Grinning, he moved over to Caroline and got down atop her.
The Dryads shifted around, some of them even laying down, but none removed their hands from the Elf.
Setting his hands just under Caroline’s armpits, Vince looked down to guide himself into her.
Only to find Mouth’s hand closing around his shaft and angling him downward.
This is different…
Moving his hips forward, he felt his saliva-coated tip penetrate Caroline.
Checking her face, he watched as he entered her fully. Her eyes became lidded and she gave him a coy smile.
Vince only stopped when his hilt was pressed hard to her entry. Taking a second, he readjusted his positioning and began to draw away, sliding free of her tight channel.
Thrusting forward again, he could feel her squeezing her womanhood around him, her thighs tightening against his own.
Being sure to take his time, Vince slowly fell into a strong and sure pace. Pumping himself fully but methodically into Caroline’s depths.
Ducking his head in, unable to resist himself, he put his mouth to her very pale neck.
“Noble husband, ah… no… I don’t—ahhh,” Caroline mewled as Vince’s teeth sank into her skin.
Biting firmly, he put some of his weight into her now as he thrust down.
“No, Vince… not so much. It’ll be obvious,” Caroline complained, her hands resting on his hip and jaw. She didn’t push his head away, though.
Sucking firmly on her tender skin, he made sure to mark her.
Made sure to take just an extra second to bite a tiny bit harder, to truly make sure he left an impression. Feeling like he’d succeeded, he pulled back from her neck.
Then kissed her savagely as he thrust into her repeatedly, his girth forcing her slick and tender walls apart.
Caroline whimpered into his mouth, her lips parting and her tongue sliding out.
Meeting her tongue briefly with his own, Vince pulled back and laid his forehead to hers.
“You wished to be my wife—then receive everything I have to give you as my wife, Caroline,” Vince said with a grin, peering into her dark eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, and slowly a small smile blossomed on her face.
Her rapid breathing stuttered each time he drove his length home into her.
“Consider me—receiving happily,” Caroline said, her sentence broken by a hard thrust of Vince’s hips.
Pushing his head down into the other side of her neck, Vince immediately bit into her skin.
“No, you already—did the other side,” Caroline whined, tilting her head away from Vince, exposing her entire neck to him anyway.
Encouraged, he began to leave a trail of bite marks along her neck up to her jaw. Bruising her flesh.
All the while furiously working himself in and out of her.
Reaching down through the knot of Dryad arms, he grabbed ahold of Caroline’s hips and pushed down right as he started to climax.
Releasing her neck finally, Vince ground himself into her, as if to drown her womb in his seed.
Thrusting with each spurt, Vince shuddered.
And when he finally came down from his climax, he rested his head on Caroline’s jaw.
“Are you always this vigorous?” she asked, resting her hands on his back.
“When you’re more firmly in the rotation, this would only be the warmup,” Mouth said from somewhere from behind him. “We Dryads tend to… ah, make it so he can go a few times. He likes it.”
“Truly?” Caroline asked.
“Oh yes,” Mouth said. “He seems to prefer the Elves for multiple rounds though. They tend to go… limp… after the third go. I think he enjoys wearing them out.
“We Dryads always happily take everything after that, and before. Or during.
“Fes just complains and pushes him away.”
“You’re rambling,” Vince complained. Pulling out of Caroline, he eased himself back from the Elf and sat himself down.
Closing his eyes, he simply enjoyed the release he’d gotten.
“Can I clean you up, grove-husband?” one of the Dryads asked. “I’m done channeling my energy into her.”
“Knock yourself out,” Vince said, not opening his eyes.
One of his grove-wives shifted over between his legs and set to work cleaning his shaft with her tongue and lips.
“Damn, I should have asked,” Mouth complained.
Vince shook his head and reached down to get the Dryad to start blowing him in earnest.
She happily did so.
Broken nymphs. And how I love them all.
***
Orc warriors were arrayed out along the front line. They were armed and armored in a hodgepodge of everything and anything.
Berten had apparently made sure his people had adapted to the usage of gear in the same way he had.
Along the flanks were the Undead Skeleton and Zombie foot soldiers. They were able and willing to press indefinitely at the flanks without ever giving in.
The Undead medium troopers held the rank behind the Orcs. They carried spears and could cast basic spells—a type of soldier that cost more magic to create.
Gerard has been busy.
Vince looked to the side and watched as hundreds and hundreds of Snow Elves began filtering into the
ranks. To fill in the formations. Lining up in the back row behind everyone else.
“Noble husband,” Caroline said, getting his attention.
Vince looked over to find the Snow Elf watching him. Her neck looked as if it’d been mauled. Teeth marks and bruises were visible even at a distance.
“This is my sister, Madeline, the queen of the Snow Elves and your newest duchess.”
Standing next to Caroline was a woman who looked identical to her. Just an inch or two shorter, and clearly younger.
Falling to a knee, the younger woman bowed her head deeply to Vince.
“Lord Vince, I pledge the Snow Elf clan to Yosemite and willingly accept the title of Duchess as your vassal,” she said.
“Then rise and be so accepted,” Vince said.
“Duchess,” Duke Gerard said with a smile, bowing his head to the younger woman.
“Duke,” said the Snow Elf, her eyes moving from the duke to Vince and then Berten, who stood beside Vince.
“Duchess,” Berten said with a wide grin. “You’re as pretty as a snowdrop flower. If I didn’t have so many wives, I’d try to marry one of your kind.”
The queen blinked, then grinned back at him. “I thank the duke for his compliment.”
Looking around himself, Vince wondered about the future.
He’d just taken on two more vassals and expanded Yosemite significantly in size.
And let’s not forget another wife.
Chapter 8
A Fairy nearly slammed into Vince’s chest at full speed, only barely managing to stop inches away.
Then it simply clung to his chest, small, delicate wings going limp on its back.
Quickly putting his hands to the Fairy, Vince held on to it. Trying to see if he could recognize it.
“Ris?” Vince asked suddenly.
“Yes, Master. It is Ris,” said the Fairy, clearly out of breath. “I found you. You must return to Yosemite. Quickly. Immediately.”
“What? I just got here and started to put things in order. Why do I need to go to Yosemite?”
“Dragon attack. Three Dragons have attacked Yosemite. Meliae has asked you to come help. She thinks only you’re capable of defeating them,” Ris said, sprawled out in Vince’s hands.
