by Sarah Hawke
“That we do,” I said, sharing a quick glance with the girls. “This sounds like something we can handle.”
“Good,” Telanya said. “The Falcon Guard mercenaries are scheduled to reach the Highvale Pass four days from now. I want you to meet them there and ensure that the crystals reach the city.”
“We should be able to make it with time to spare. Though given the risks involved…well, I assume you have some other form of payment in mind.”
“Your freedom should be enough,” Beloran muttered. “But just so you understand the importance of this mission, we’ll pay each of you two thousand coins if the caravan reaches Highwind safely.”
I tried and probably failed to keep the excitement off my face. Two thousand coins might not have been a fortune, but it was more than I had seen in a long time. Between the three of us, it was even more than we had expected from Artificer Dieran’s bounty in the north.
“Make it three and we have a deal,” Valuri said.
“Two, and we don’t throw you back in the Citadel,” Telanya replied coolly. “I’m even willing to give you a small advance, if you wish. But those are our terms.”
I grabbed Valuri’s wrist to make sure she didn’t press the issue. “We accept,” I said. “You won’t be disappointed.”
“I certainly hope not,” Telanya murmured, her eyes flicking between the three of us again. “I’m sure I don’t have to reiterate that you aren’t to discuss this mission with anyone, not even the other mercenaries.”
“They don’t know what they’re guarding?”
“They believe the crystals are precious gems. They also believe they are delivering them to Lord Martel, a…like-minded associate of ours in the city. He will accept the crystals and provide payment upon your return.”
“Leaving the two of you in the clear just in case the Council starts poking around,” Valuri said.
Telanya smiled again. “That is the general idea, yes. The councilors need to be kept in the dark for their own good. Their involvement would only sabotage the greater war effort, and I’m certain that none of us want that.”
“You aren’t at war yet,” Kaseya said.
“No, but we will be soon,” Beloran said. “And I intend to be ready for it.”
I nodded in agreement. I had about a thousand different things I wanted to discuss with the girls right now, but I needed to wait until we were alone. If I knew her as well as I thought I did, Valuri would almost certainly be cooking up her own schemes as well…
“Enough doom and gloom for one evening,” Telanya said after a moment. “You’ll need to set out tomorrow morning if you want to reach the rendezvous on time, but tonight you will be our guests. The servants have already prepared rooms for the three of you.”
In other words, we don’t totally trust you yet, and we’d like to keep our eyes on you for another night to see if you slip up and reveal anything.
“That’s very kind of you,” I said instead, forcing a smile.
“It’s still early, of course,” Telanya went on. “My husband wanted to show your lady friends some of the wonders he was talking about earlier…assuming they don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” Valuri said, finishing her own drink. “Red and I would be honored.”
Kaseya didn’t nearly as enthused about leaving my side, but I sent her a soothing ripple through our magical bond. The Archmage might have been an old, gross lecher, but even the most powerful channeler in the city wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything with an amazon warrior and a Senosi Huntress. Besides, Valuri would undoubtedly use the privacy to learn as much as she could about the nuances of the situation. Huntresses were spies as well as assassins, and I’d never met a man she couldn’t manipulate. Including myself.
“Wonderful,” Beloran said, standing and offering the girls his hands. “Right this way, my dears…”
He escorted them towards a door on the far side of the room, and Kaseya glanced back at me one last time before she vanished around the corner. I activated my ring to ensure that we’d be able to communicate no matter where the Archmage took them.
Just smile and nod and follow Val’s lead. She knows how to handle people like this.
Kaseya didn’t completely trust Valuri yet, for obvious reasons, but I held out hope that they would eventually get along. As amusing as it was to watch them compete over the rights to my cock, in the long term we would all be a lot happier if they learned to share…
“While your friends occupy my husband, I was hoping we could have a private chat,” Telanya said once the others were gone.
I swiveled back around to face her. “Of course. What’s on your mind, my lady?”
“Many things, none of which we should discuss here,” she said with a smirk. “There’s a more comfortable sitting room on the other side of the house.”
I smiled back. “Lead on.”
She stood and offered me her slender arm. As we strolled out of the dining hall, I couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in her voice and body language. Her fingers began gently stroking my arm, and she nestled her hips against me so tightly it was actually a bit awkward to move—though still not nearly as awkward as it would be if my rapidly stiffening member didn’t start behaving itself.
We soon found ourselves inside a long, dimly-lit corridor that was remarkably pastoral compared to the rest of the estate. The decorations on the walls looked elven in design, and the paintings confirmed my suspicions. This wing of the house must have been her personal space.
“I wanted you to know that I do not share my husband’s innate suspicion of sorcery,” Telanya said as we moved. “My people have a much more enlightened view of magic. Sorcerers are as common in Nelu’Thalas as they are on Nol Krovos.”
“I wondered about that,” I said. “Elves are demonized in Vorsalos, and not just the drow. Your people have the oldest channeling traditions in the world. Some of the Senosi see Nelu’Thalas as the source of the world’s corruption.”
“Their ignorance is appalling but not surprising,” Telanya said. “The Aether is a weapon; it is no more inherently evil than a sword or a bow.”
“A sword can kill dozens; a sorcerer can kill thousands,” I said. “That’s what the Inquisitrix would say.”
“A sword also can’t heal the sick or sculpt stone or evoke otherworldly pleasures,” Telanya countered. “I’m not blind, Mister Farr. I saw the golden collar around your amazon friend’s neck. I know what it means.”
“I, uh, well it’s hard to—”
“You don’t need to explain,” she insisted. “I’ve always found amazon culture quite interesting. My husband does too, of course, as I’m sure you could tell by the way he was eyeing your friend.”
I chuckled anxiously. “Kaseya is one of a kind.”
“And completely loyal to you. Not many women would have risked doing what she did beneath the table earlier.”
Somehow, I managed not to trip mid-stride. But I did stumble, and Telanya brought us to a halt and laughed.
“Elves have excellent vision, Mister Farr,” she said, running a finger along the tips of her ears. “And we have even better hearing.”
I really thought I was going to suffocate. My throat closed off, my breath rattled in my lungs, and the embarrassed heat in my cheeks was so unbearable I was tempted to smash through the nearest door and dive out the window.
“It’s rare enough for an amazon to pledge herself to an outsider,” Telanya went on, placing her hand on my chest. “But somehow you’ve also earned the loyalty of that beautiful Senosi Huntress. You must truly be a remarkable man, Mister Farr.” She inched close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath. “May I call you Jorem?”
“Of course,” I squeaked, trying and failing to keep my eyes off her cleavage. My cock was so hard it was going to spear her in the belly if she encroached any closer.
“With two gorgeous, deadly women at your side, it’s a miracle you get anything done,” she went on. “You
must be quite…skilled…for them to fawn over you so readily.”
My throat was so parched I wasn’t sure if I could speak even I’d had something to say. I kept resisting the urge to glance over my shoulder—I couldn’t help but imagine the Archmage lurking in the shadows, just waiting for chance to polymorph me into a mouse.
“One of my friends in Nelu’Thalas had a saying,” Telanya went on. “Wizardry is like wearing a condom: it’s safe and practical and it gets the job done. Sorcery is like going bareback—it’s dangerous and stupid, but it’s a whole lot more fun.”
“That’s….” I rasped, “That’s pretty good. You’ll forgive me for saying so, but it’s also not the kind of thing I’d expect to hear from the Headmistress of the Highwind Academy.”
“Let’s just say that she’s a lot more fun in private than in public,” Telanya told me, her lips curling into a seductive smile that almost made my cock burst on the spot. She leaned forward another inch, and her eyes brightened when my erection pushed against her belly. “It looks like your lady friends didn’t quite finish the job…”
Our lips touched, and our tongues were swirling together before I had a chance to stop and think about what I was doing. Not that it would have mattered—I had a handful of virtues, but patience, restraint, and basic good sense had never been among them. My hands settled on her hips while hers locked around my neck, and I was tempted to slam her up against the wall and fuck her tight little elven cunt as quickly as possible just in case my brain tried to reassert control…
Kaseya can feel all of this, you idiot, and she’s standing right next to this woman’s husband. How do you think he’s going to react?
The warning was almost enough to make me stop, but Telanya was actually the one who pulled away. She hungrily licked at her lips, and her knees wobbled like she was about to sink down in front of me and devour my cock. But then she abruptly came to her senses and gestured towards the door at the end of the corridor.
“Come,” she beckoned. “I have something else I need to show you.”
As usual, I was able to recognize how a smart man would have taken this opportunity to get the hell out of here before he made a tremendous mistake. And also as usual, I ignored the warnings and pressed on.
Telanya placed her hand against the metal door, and the crystalline focus dangling between her perfect breasts began to glow softly. It was only then that I belatedly realized the door didn’t have a visible handle. When I concentrated, I could feel dormant clusters of Aetheric energy stored within a series of invisible glyphs. Such locks were difficult to break and even more difficult to create, and I wondered what she might be hiding on the other side.
A moment later, I had my answer.
“Please, step into my office,” Telanya said.
My breath caught in my throat, and my cock nearly burst out of my trousers. Her “office” looked like it had been stolen straight out of a brothel…or a dungeon. Every shelf on every wall was filled with “toys” ranging from manacles to phalluses to bizarre tools I didn’t even recognize. There was a wooden pillory on my left and an open cage on my right, but the crown jewel was the cushiony divan at the center that seemed more like a torture rack than a bed.
“Every instructor needs a place to discipline her students,” Telanya said, sealing the door behind me. “But then again, I suppose you never actually went to school, did you?”
“No, but I suddenly wish I had,” I croaked.
She chuckled and pressed back up against me. “Wizards aren’t all bad, you see? And even sorcerers can learn to channel the Aether more effectively. Everyone can always stand to learn a bit more…control.”
Her knee pressed into my crotch as she pinned me against the wall. Just before she could clamp her lips over mine again, I had a momentary flash of sanity and held her in place.
“Your husband…”
“Is a wise and compassionate man,” Telanya said. “Unfortunately, his body has begun to betray him. He knows he cannot meet all of his wife’s needs, but thankfully he takes great pleasure in watching me play with my students…and a few select guests.”
I glanced up to the tiny blue crystals mounted upon the walls every few feet. They were scrying stones—a properly attuned channeler could peer through them and watch whatever was happening on the other side. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they could record what they saw as well.
Like Val always says, rich people are inevitably hiding one depravity or another. Apparently the Archmage of Highwind gets off on being a cuckold. Who knew?
Telanya kissed me again. Her right hand plunged inside my trousers and freed my aching, throbbing member, and this time I was certain she was going to sink to her knees and see just how deep she could take me. But after idly stroking me a few times, she pulled back just far enough that she could glance down and watch her long fingers work.
“Such a marvelous stem,” she cooed in approval. “It’s no wonder your lady friends wish to fight over it.”
My thoughts shifted to the girls, and when I focused on the ring I could feel Kaseya’s arousal echoing my own. She didn’t seem embarrassed, thankfully, which hopefully meant she wasn’t keeling over right in front of the Archmage…
“My husband has always fantasized about men overpowering me,” Telanya whispered into my ear. “Barbarians from beyond the White Ridge, orcs from within the Peaks, even gnolls from the heart of the Duskwood. He likes to imagine them pinning me down and having their way with me, one stiff, monstrous cock after another…”
She chuckled softly as she nibbled at my ear. “But as a sorcerer, you’re more powerful than any of them, aren’t you? The Aether is in your blood. You can take whatever you want…you can take whoever you want.”
Telanya abruptly backed away. Her seductive smile turned sadistic as she pulled a pin from her tightly-wound hair and let her long golden locks spill across her shoulders and down her back. “I know you want me, Jorem. Every man in this city does. I can feel their eyes on my body; I can feel their lust shuddering through their loins. They think about me when they fuck their wives and stroke their cocks.” She lifted her hands, and a surge of etheric energy crackled between her fingertips. “But none of them are strong enough to have me. Are you?”
Swallowing heavily, I rushed towards her. My plan was simple: I was going to tackle her onto the bed, tear open her dress, and pound her little elven cunt so hard everyone in the estate would be able to hear her screams. But I only made it two steps before a wave of invisible force smashed into my chest and pinned me against the wall.
“Uh-uh,” she clucked, wagging her finger admonishingly. “I’m not that easy, Jorem. You have to prove your worth. Show me what you can do. Show me how much power you can muster!”
Considering all the other insane shit that happened to me on a regular basis—like being magically bound to a sexy amazon warrior or falling in love with a cum-craving quasi-vampire huntress—I probably should have found the bizarre rape fetishes of a cuckolding elf socialite rather pedestrian. The feral glint in Telanya’s eyes was genuinely disturbing, however, and for a moment I was legitimately concerned for my own safety.
But then the moment passed, and all I could think about was my raging erection and how desperate I was to stuff it inside this woman’s cunt. If that meant I needed to fight her first…well, so be it. I’d done crazier things for a good fuck.
Gritting my teeth, I reached out to the Aether and let its power wash over me. I knew I needed to be careful and not overchannel, lest I burn myself out and give her husband’s impotence a run for its gold, but I also knew that she was the Headmistress of the Highwind Academy and a powerful wizard in her own right. I wasn’t going to force her knees apart with a basic spell.
I summoned enough power to push back against her telekinetic grip, and the room actually started to rumble as we fought. The insane glimmer in her eyes only grew more intense, and I started to wonder if she would be just as happy to see me splatter against the w
all as fuck her. She really was one messed up, crazy bitch.
And yet I had never wanted to sign up for classes more than I did right now.
With a groan of exertion, I summoned the full fury of the Aether’s power and unleashed my own wave of force. For a few seconds she held her ground, and I started to wonder if I would have to overchannel to beat her…but then she abruptly flew backwards and crashed down upon the bed.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover. Dashing forward, I lunged atop her, wedged myself between her slender legs, and clamped my hands around her throat. I couldn’t tell for certain, but I was reasonably sure she climaxed right then and there.
“Take me,” Telanya said. “Conquer me!”
My cock was so hard I was fairly certain I could have stabbed straight through her dress, but instead I ripped the fabric straight down the seams from her cleavage to her skirt. A part of me cringed at the thought of destroying a dress that probably cost more coins than I had seen in a year, but she didn’t seem to mind—she cried out in joy when I got my first look at the perfect body hidden beneath.
I nudged the throbbing tip of my member against her bald quim, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. And when I thrust inside, I officially confirmed that all the rumors about elf cunts were true. I had to ease my cock inside swollen inch by swollen inch, and once I’d finally buried myself to the hilt I just wanted to close my eyes and relish her tight, sweltering grip as long as I could.
Telanya had other plans. The instant I relaxed, she started writhing beneath me as if she wanted to escape despite the unmistakable lust in her eyes. “You’ll never take me that easily, monster!”
She wants to give her husband a show. Escar’s mercy, these people are really fucked up…
I wasn’t a muscle-bound brute by any stretch of the imagination, but I probably had at least fifty or sixty pounds on her. Keeping her pinned was trivial, but I knew she wanted more. And so I happily gave it to her.
Shifting my hands back to her throat, I squeezed in unison with my thrusts. Her whimpers became even more delighted despite her feeble protestations, and at one point she actually grabbed my wrists and encouraged me to choke her more forcefully.
