by Randi Darren
“Exactly what we needed when we didn’t even know we needed it. Their spells and belief cut through the enemy as if they were nothing.
“And the fact that they’re all able to fight, heal, and use magic makes them beyond useful. It only took them a day to adjust and adapt to firearms and body armor.”
Huh. Glad they worked out that well. I got the impression Meliae wasn’t very happy to have them around.
This works for everyone.
“At least, it worked out after that day-long orgy. I had no idea Dryads were actual Nymphs,” Felix said with a strange tone of voice.
“Did they settle on one man? My understanding is a grove calms down considerably once they’ve settled on one man.”
“They did and you’re right. They calmed right down after that.
“Amusingly enough, Eva’s brother. Evan,” Felix said with a smirk. “He’s, uh… been indisposed ever since.
“Though I’ll gladly trade him for the Dryads and consider myself light years ahead.”
“Evan won’t complain. I managed to get him to pick up the phone. He sounded exhausted, but… happy,” Eva said.
Standing up, Eva clapped her hands together. “Alright Taylor, you come with me and we’ll leave them to chat without us.”
Taylor frowned, looking at the younger woman.
“It’s alright, we won’t go far,” Eva said. “I promise.”
Putting a hand to Taylor’s back, Eva led the other woman from the room.
Felix looked to Vince once the door closed.
“So… you came through for me with flying colors, Vince.
“Your Dryads are the perfect accompaniment to my own forces, and the amount of gold you sent over is… astounding. I’m also told it isn’t completely done yet, and that more is being sent.
“On top of that, since it’s from a different… plane… it’s worth a lot more to me than regular gold. Even if it’s the same thing.”
“Huh. Does that mean you want to exchange gold for gold then?” Vince asked. “As for me, I’d say the same. Your Wardens and artillery managed to change the battlefield for me.
“We pushed everyone back from the front and retook what we’d lost.”
Felix paused for a second, then chuckled.
“It seems we both gave the other what he needed, then.
“And yeah, I’d be willing to pay extra gold to get more of your gold in exchange for it.”
“Alright, we could do that. I’ll just need to get someone to work on it.”
“I’ll talk to Felicity. She’s… an amazing woman,” Felix said with an odd tone to his voice.
“Yes, she is. Is she working out well as an envoy?”
“Very much so. Now, enough about business. I hear I have a massive number of nephews and nieces,” Felix said, leaning forward. “When can I come meet them? I’ve gone to your world once or twice, but I haven’t managed to stay long enough for them to all be brought together.
“I admit, I’m rather excited to have family.”
“Whenever you want to drop by,” Vince said with a grin. “And yeah… there’s… a lot.
“But I’m sure they’d all be happy to meet their uncle.”
***
Stepping back into his home, Vince felt like something had changed.
Taylor, Shelly, and Leanne had all left before him and returned on their own.
“There’s no Dryads,” Vince said, looking around.
Normally there were Dryads serving in his household or tending the children, at all times.
Both were suspiciously absent.
“Bringer,” Red said, coming down the hallway. “Yaris asked me to take you to the amphitheater.”
“The town square?”
“Yes. Come with Red,” she said.
“What’s wrong?” Vince asked, noting her odd behavior.
“Nothing. Red lost. Red was… surprised.”
“You lost? Lost what?”
“Bringer will see.”
All day long, Vince had felt like he was being led around.
Might as well let it continue.
When they made it to the main streets of Yosemite, it was curiously empty.
The only sign of life was almost as strange as the fact that he saw nothing else.
The largest park in the city was full of children of all ages.
There were a couple of adults and older citizens, but otherwise, it was all children.
It wasn’t until they made it to the amphitheater that he found the rest of the population. It was as if everyone who wasn’t a minor was there.
Vince felt like it didn’t bode well for him, if that were the case. Especially since it was packed.
There wasn’t a seat or standing space left, and even the streets and buildings surrounding were filled.
“That’s… a very big crowd,” Vince said.
“Yes. Red doesn’t know if she could do this,” Red said, eying all the people.
“Do what?”
Red didn’t respond. She just kept moving.
Getting down towards the ground level, Vince found Yaris standing on the stage facing the population of Yosemite.
She was dressed in a simple white dress and had a spectacular black eye and swollen lip.
Behind her were all Vince’s wives and those he was close to.
“Red gave her the black eye,” Red said proudly.
Before he could ask about that, Yaris noticed him and immediately came over.
“Ah, good timing, husband,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “It’s now my time to solve this.
“Mouth, Meliae, and Blue are all here to assist if you need it. Now. Just do what I say.”
Pulling him to the center stage, she lifted her other hand above her head.
“Yosemite!” she called. “I am your queen, Yaris. Wife to Vince.
“You all know that recently, we lost our Fes.
“I have fought, and beaten, every member of my marriage.”
Surprised at that, Vince looked back toward the rear of the stage.
Taylor looked sullen, and even Ramona seemed angry.
When he caught her eyes, she gave him a small smile and shrugged her shoulders.
She did beat them. Huh. I should spar with her sometime.
As he turned back to Yaris, he saw Berenga watching him.
She gave him a wide, tusk-showing grin when he saw her. Her eyes were excited.
Excited and pleased with what Yaris was apparently doing.
“I am now claiming the right of Fes, and will take my title, as is my right, in front of you all!” Yaris shouted at the crowd.
Pulling her dress up over her head, the Royal Elf stood naked in front of them.
Bruises and fresh cuts marked her body.
Turning around, she reached down for Vince’s belt buckle.
“You need to mount me as your Fes, Vince,” Yaris said softly. “You need to take me as if I were Berenga. As if I were an Orc.”
“You’re kidding, right? In front of everyone? And you do realize I was actually really rough with Berenga, right? She preferred it,” Vince said as she quickly unfastened his pants.
“Yes… I know. I prefer what we had last night, but this is for the good of all.
“I will bear it, trust in me. Treat me as if I were Berenga. Be rough, be dominant, be what you must. Just… make love to me again later on in a gentler fashion? Tonight?” she asked as she pushed his pants down to his ankles.
Vince felt a slight fluttering in his body and immediately recognized Dryad magic hard at work.
They were making sure he could perform, whether he was up to the task or not.
Guess we’ll never find out… though this is kind of intense.
Vince looked around and saw all eyes on him and Yaris.
Who was now on hands and knees in front of him, her pert and perfect rear end pitched upwards for him to enter her easily.
“I claim the right of Fes!” Yaris cal
led.
Treat you like an Orc woman, huh? As you like.
Getting down behind her, Vince put his knees directly into the backs of hers, trapping her legs against the ground.
Yaris groaned softly. Soft enough that he doubted anyone heard it but him, but she didn’t flinch or shift away from him.
Reaching forward, Vince took a handful of Yaris’s hair and pushed her face down into the stones.
With his other hand, he grabbed hold of her side and pulled her backward.
Forced into an awkward angle, Yaris accepted it without a word.
Fitting the tip of his member to her slit, he entered her fully in one motion, all the way to his hilt.
Yaris grunted at the suddenness of it but made no other move or noise.
With Berenga, when it had come to her title of Fes, it had been rough, fast, and to the point.
It was copulation to attempt a pregnancy, and little else.
Unlike everyone else, they’d never been able to have another child, despite all the Dryads’ attempts.
Getting a better hold on Yaris’s fine hair, Vince pulled on her, grinding himself against her entry.
With his other hand, he pushed her away, only to pull her back into his lap.
His fully erect girth shoved her tight entry wide open as he filled her again.
“Nnn,” Yaris moaned softly. Vince couldn’t tell if it was out of pleasure or pain, but he knew she needed no sympathy during this.
Pushing her away again only to pull her back, Vince mounted her in front of thousands of eyes.
After a minute of pounding her into the stones, he released her tangled, knotted hair and took hold of her hips with both hands.
Getting back to her hands and knees, Yaris raised her head up and looked to the crowd.
At the same time, Vince began to pummel her rear end with his lap, spearing his length through her from hilt to head with violent thrusts.
Yaris couldn’t hold herself quiet at the rough impacts and grunted each time, her breath coming out in puffs.
She kept herself upright on hands and knees though, receiving him.
Pulling at her hips harder and faster as he got closer to his climax, he could actually hear the sound of Yaris’s bottom clapping against his lap.
Leaning forward, he grabbed her by the shoulder and neck, and forced her down to the stones again.
Pushing himself up higher, he wedged her bottom against his lap and shoved hard into her, cumming.
Moving with his needs, Yaris took this sudden change in a smooth and liquid motion.
Feeling his seed spilling out into her depths with each thrust, Vince ground down into her. Onto her.
Trying to put his genetic material as deep as possible into her and bending her to his will at the same time.
Finally, with a last spurt, he settled back down into Yaris’s knees. Pinning her to the ground again.
With a deep breath, he released her shoulder and hair, grabbing hold of her hips again.
Slowly, and with a lot less force, he continued to have her even as she got back to her hands and knees.
She deliberately made eye contact with the crowd once more as she knelt there.
Thirty seconds of simply enjoying Yaris after he’d finished, and Vince felt spent.
With that, the spectacle of a Fes claiming her title was done.
It was part ritualistic, if his memory served, and he needed to make sure he fulfilled that.
Bending over Yaris one more time, he crooked her head to one side and kissed her heavily.
Then he finally got off her and helped her to her feet.
Her right cheek was oozing fresh blood from what looked like a burn on her skin from being rubbed on the tiles.
“I am Fes,” Yaris called, holding her hand above her naked self. “Would anyone dare challenge me?”
The crowd was silent at that.
“As Fes, I now name Berenga as Fes, and will challenge anyone and everyone in her name. Let any who dispute this come before me now, so I may take their head and end their stupidity,” Yaris said with finality, her left hand pointing backward toward Berenga while her right hand pointed to the spot in front of herself.
Looking backward at Berenga, Vince saw a very surprised looking Orc woman.
Apparently she didn’t share that part of her plan with Berenga.
Or… Fes, I suppose.
Those dark black eyes flicked to Vince, unsure.
In response, Vince grinned at her, then gave his attention back to Yaris.
Wrapping an arm around her hips, he escorted the lithe Elven woman from the stage, picking up her dress as he went.
Chapter 29
Vince held open the door to his room.
Yaris gave him a small, warm smile and walked through.
Following behind her, he closed the door.
Almost at the same time the door clicked shut, Yaris collapsed to her knees.
Kneeling there on the ground, she hung her head.
“Are you always that rough with Berenga? I felt like you were going to break me,” Yaris said, her voice soft and worn.
“She prefers it that way. Ramona did for a long while as well,” Vince said. “I’m sorry. You told me to do as you requested, and I did so.”
Moving in next to her, he gently scooped her up and carried her over to a table surrounded by chairs.
“Everything hurts. From all the fights and the sex,” Yaris said, her eyes closed.
“I’m surprised you were able to beat Taylor.”
He seated Yaris as gently as he could and began to look her over.
“My preparations were for Ramona. Surprisingly, they were mostly valid for Taylor as well. They had similar ways of fighting—tail, tooth, and talon—but simply different means of employment,” Yaris said, sinking into the chair.
“When do I get to fight with you?” Vince asked with a grin.
Leaning in close, he gently ran a finger over a shallow gash along her ribs.
“Ssss, hurts,” Yaris complained, moving away from him a bit. “And you’d win. There is no question in that, though I’ll happily spar with you in a week or three.
“When I’m not a walking bruise.”
“Mm. Everything looks fairly simple to take care of. I can probably flood you with magic and let you handle it from there.
“Think you have enough control right now to be able to direct it?” Vince asked.
“I do believe so,” she said. “Just keep the flow low. I’m a bit light headed.”
Pressing his hand to her rib cage, Vince began to slowly pour his power into her.
“Mm, that feels good,” Yaris said. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Now, care to fill me in on the rest of what was going on there?
“I mean, I get it for the most part, but I’d love to hear it from you and know it all for certain.”
“Ah… well, it all came from a story the Elf wives told me,” Yaris said. The cuts, abrasions, and bruises all over her were slowly starting to seal up, heal over, and lose their discoloration.
“Apparently you held a challenge night where everyone fought one another. Then you fought the winner.”
Vince nodded. He remembered it, of course.
“Then you bedded everyone in front of everyone. Apparently, that satisfied the cultural rituals behind being Fes, and Berenga was quite happy with it.
“Supposedly, that’s where… where Petra and Berenga formed their friendship.”
Barely holding himself together at the mention of Petra’s name, Vince continued to pour the magic energy into Yaris.
“Makes sense. So you thought it would be good to recreate it?” Vince asked.
“Yes, but on a much larger scale. I challenged everyone you shared a bed with. Everyone,” Yaris said. “I defeated them all. Then had you take me in front of the city.
“None could claim me as anything other than Fes at that point.”
“Then you immediately passed
it to Berenga.”
“Yes, because to everyone, she will always be Fes. Even if she is old, decrepit, and on her deathbed. Many would call her Fes.
“Therefore, I made it so she would be. I’m effectively her second now,” Yaris said, nodding her head a little. “If anyone dares to challenge me, I’ll kill the first several to make a point of it.
“This shall be the end of the problem, and our family will be stable.”
Shaking his head, Vince couldn’t help but be impressed.
“I stepped up.
“Just as a Fes would,” Yaris said, her voice growing fainter as the vast majority of her wounds finished healing. “I made my choice and shoved everyone else out of the way. I forced everyone in line, with no questions about who was in charge.
“Just as a Fes would.”
Yaris’s chin started to droop down toward her chest, her breathing becoming deeper.
“I was Fes for a few seconds… I can wait,” Yaris mumbled. “Berenga is Fes. I’ll be her second. Support her.”
The last words were a bare whisper as Yaris clearly ran out of energy.
Before she could tip over out of her chair, Vince picked her up again. Holding her as carefully as possible, he carried her over to his bed and slipped her under the covers.
Pulling the sheet up to her chin, he tucked Yaris in and snuck out of the room as quietly as possible.
Closing the door slowly, he managed to get it shut without much more noise than a single soft bump.
“She’s sleeping?”
Looking toward the voice, Vince found Fes standing beside him, staring at the door.
“Yes. She fell asleep just after closing up her own injuries. I put her in my bed,” Vince said.
Fes nodded, then shook her head in a strange way.
“I didn’t expect what she did,” Fes said.
“I don’t think anyone did. It’s no secret Yaris wishes to be the head wife. To be Fes.
“But… I don’t think she wants it at the sake of the stability of our family. From what she was saying, I think she feels that forcing you to be accepted as Fes brings us more stability and health.
“Even if she has to kill people and knock others over in your name, that is apparently her thought.”
Fes snorted and then grinned widely at that. Her tusks were visible, her arms folded across her chest.
