by Jack Bessie
Fighting among the burning obstacles, the heat and fumes choking and acrid, his eyes watering, made it even more difficult. Movement behind the Master caught his eye, and seeing a half dozen completely naked Elvin girls made him a tiny bit slow to recover; Roein, grinning wickedly, handily slapped the sword out of his tired hand, and she ran the tip of her sword over his sweat soaked abdomen, leaving a precise cut, oozing blood.
“Men are so easy!” Master Roein declared, wickedly pleased. Rasten was so exhausted, he simply dropped to the floor, trying to catch his breath.
“You did well! Your instincts are excellent. Now, as long as you confront no naked females on the battlefield, you might survive!” she teased.
“It is much harder with all these things in the way!” Rasten complained, his throat still raw from the smoke.
“Wait until you have a dozen things, all wielding swords, and trying to hack you to death...” Master Roein suggested. “You need to have better stamina also! There are no rest periods on the battlefield!”
“I assume the training just keeps getting harder??”
“When it seems to be getting easier, it will be because you are mastering the skills you need!” the Master advised him.
Before he departed, he was sent off to get clean. The narrow cut on his belly began to bleed again, but one of the Master’s trainers put a coating of liquid on it, and the seeping stopped immediately. He intended to go to the clan home, but was stopped at the entry.
“Follow me!” he was instructed, before being led out and along a dozen streets, finally coming to a place where a large contingent of craftsmen worked to make and fit mail for warriors. Rasten walked in, amazed at the displays of intricately wrought metal, row upon row of small forged rings interlocking most handily to form garments that were intended to fit snugly on the wearer’s body.
“How might we be of assistance?” an ancient elf asked, stepping in from the work area. Rasten glanced at the one who had brought him, who grinned at his cluelessness.
“The Princess wishes to have Lord Rasten fitted for a full set on mail!”
“I assume cost is no object?” the elf asked, eyeing Rasten.
“Not much. However, she wishes to have you do something nice, but completely functional...he will be waging war in it, not standing around and looking sexy!” the guide suggested.
Rasten detected a hint of amusement in the old elf’s eyes, but had little time to care, being ordered to stand while several dozen measurements were taken.
“You’ll come back in a week, to have the leather undergarment fitted, then we’ll get serious on the rings!” he was advised. When dismissed, his guide led him back outside, to go to the clan home.
“Lord Rasten? What might you tell me of your old world? I hear that there were no Elvin there?”
“Nary a one...apparently they once were, or passed through at times, but haven’t much at all in a very long time.” Rasten suggested. “It’s much different than this world, that’s for certain! Have you been on any of the other Elvin worlds?”
“Only three or four...I’ve gone to deliver messages and to acquire things for the Princess at times! I’d like to see many more of them! Still, I’m not well fed to be a visitor!” the elf laughed. He seemed to Rasten to be a young male of perhaps fifty.
“How did you come to be part of the clan home’s staff?” Rasten wondered.
The elf actually blushed, making Rasten even more curious. “Tell me!” he prodded, smiling broadly.
“I came to Alarinad to study, my Lord, and I was a bit shy and retiring back then. One day, I rounded a street corner, and ran into the cutest Elvin girl...I mean...thump...literally. I was quite embarrassed, and was so mesmerized by her beauty, I know I sounded like a fool, when I tried to apologize. She thought I was quite cute and innocent, and straightaway took me to her place in the citadel...I’m sure you might know what happened then!” the elf sighed.
“Judging from what I’ve learned of elf girls, I can guess! She liked you enough to want you near...and got you a position?”
“Yes...and I’ve kept on with my studies too! It is quite an honor to be among the people there, and to be able to see the Princess often! My family back home are quite envious!” the elf laughed. “Even better, several of them thought I was foolish to come to the city at all!”
“You enjoy reminding them of such?” Rasten wondered.
“More than I likely should!” The elf admitted, grinning widely.
Rasten took a long bath, and dressed for dinner. He had thought being so formal would be annoying, but he had quickly found that he enjoyed the trappings of elegance and power that emerged at such moments to be nice. That the large gatherings were filled with family, and many young children, sometimes less than pleased to be instructed and made to behave, tended to make it seem less flashy and stuffy than it would have otherwise. Seeing so many beautiful females arrayed in long gowns, even girls barely passed being toddlers being so arrayed, was astoundingly elegant and lovely.
The Elvin were immensely fond of beautiful things, building astounding buildings, and filling them with treasures and works of art. The were also fanatically fond of plants and flowers, and were inclined to have them growing everywhere; The large dinning hall alone had a dozen trees gracing its majestic space, the walls and much of the roof being panels of elenite.
Amein had noted his gaze, affixed to the surroundings.
“You still find it a bit much?” she asked, when she finally managed to catch his eye.
“I find that the longer I see it, the more I become enamored to it! It is becoming more normal, to me,” he confessed.
“I would hope so...it is your home! I would wish you to have a long life well suited and pleased by it!”
Later, when they went to their rooms, and removed their formal wear, intending to wear something comfy to lounge in, Amein noted the new mark on Rasten’s belly.
“Someone made a mistake today, didn’t he?” she asked smugly.
“Master Roein cut me a bit, during a hard round of practice, that’s all!”
“What did you do wrong!” Amein demanded. “That is no accidental mark...I have some of those too, and one earns them by being foolish!” she insisted, frowning at him. Rasten sighed, and told the story, which got him well laughed at.
“Why am I not surprised! I hope Shocara doesn’t decide to fight you naked!” she teased, and giggled uncontrollable, especially when Rasten began tickling her.
23
On a night when Amein had gone to patrol and watch with others, leaving Rasten to sleep alone, he had been asleep only a short time, when he woke, feeling the bed move slightly. He lay completely still using his hearing and senses to try and determine what had jarred him from his repose. He was soon rewarded by hearing a faint whisper of elvish, and a tiny giggle. He clearly had at least two Elvin girls at hand.
Rasten turned over suddenly, reaching out and handily managed to grasp the wrists to both, who were revealed in the dim light of the elvish lamp to be two of Amein’s young nieces. That both were mostly bare, wearing only the flimsiest of gauzy sleeping gowns, left little to his imagination; both were well developed and utterly sexy and cute. Neither were wearing panties, and the fragrance of their femaleness was impossible to miss.
“Exactly what are you two doing on your aunt’s bed?” he asked, hoping to embarrass them into a hasty retreat.
“Being girls, and wanting to play?” the closest declared. “Since Amein is elsewhere, we thought you might like some...attention? We’d also like to be more experienced and would welcome the chance to be instructed by you!” she gushed, clearly almost delirious with her eagerness. They both shifted closer, eager to be able to touch him.
“Please...it is not improper!” the furthest one sighed, touching Rasten’s erection through the covers, and smiling. She was clearly pleased with the effect they were having on him.
“Who are you two? I’ve seen you, but don’t remember your names
!”
The closest one, who had wiggled near enough that she might lean down and kiss Rasten, smiled, hoping this meant he was interested in being with them.
“I am Leinien, and she is Narimein; our mother is Eriensie, one of Amein’s older sisters!” she glanced at her sister and giggled. “We find you quite handsome and sexy!” she sighed wistfully. “Do you find us desirable?”
“I can’t imagine any male not being able to appreciate your charms. But I think this is just asking for problems!” he complained.
“Why? There is no shame in having us...how else might young people of our kind become skilled, without the older ones teaching us?” Leinien asked, clearly puzzled.
“So I’ve heard, but this is much different than what I’m accustomed to, and Amein...is a bit territorial, so...”
“She doesn’t wish to share you?!” Narimein asked, shocked. This seemed outrageous to her, and she moved forward, where she might slip astraddle of Rasten. She rubbed her bare bottom against his erect organ, and would have impaled herself, had the covers not been between them.
“Please? We never get enough attention!” she moaned.
“And you won’t be getting any tonight, either, my naughty girls!” the voice of their grandmother, Princess Haiveri declared loudly.
Rasten would have expected both to leap up, but they merely sighed mournfully.
“Grandmother, we’re only eager to play!” Narimein said, whining rather fully. The older woman merely pointed at the door, and sighing miserably, both young ones got up and shuffled out, peeking over their shoulders to grace Rasten with crest fallen glances The older woman managed to swat both their bare bottoms as they passed, causing both to yelp, even though neither touch caused any real pain.
“We’re losing out to our grandmother!” Leinien whispered to her sister, noting the older female’s nearly bare state. Haiveri shook her head, making a mental note to have more of a corrective chat with her nieces the next day.
“I’m sorry they disturbed you, but all the young ones are inclined to be more forward than they probably should. Their urges are intense, and it takes time to lean to resist them! You’d have given in, no matter what you wanted, had I not arrived to save you!”
“I was trying to resist!” Rasten grumbled. Haiveri had stepped close, and sat down, to lay her hand on the covers, lightly touching his still hard organ.
“They were well on to winning, and you know it! Rasten, you are half-Elvin, and have much of the same urges that our full blooded people have! Do not deny yourself, or make yourself suffer. You will give in to many cute Elvin females, no matter how much you love and desire Amein!”
“Then why did you send them away?”
“Because they must learn self control and discipline. Both were instructed to wait, and not throw themselves at you! Being denied occasionally will be good for them, and will teach them some restraint and manners!”
“Amein doesn’t seem to have much of that! I’m guessing you have more, being older and wiser?”
“I have much restraint,” she declared, patting his organ through the covers. She leaned close and gave him a deep kiss. Pulling away a bit she whispered, “If I wished to give in to my urges, you’d get no sleep tonight!” she declared, eyes sparkling. She sat up and stood, smiling.
“Enjoy your repose, dear Rasten!” she suggested, and winked, before turning and regally striding from the room. Rasten lay awake a long time, considering the fact that Haiveri had not been much more clothed than the girls. She hadn’t been wearing panties either, and the scent of her female fragrance had been very strong, and much like Amein’s.
It took almost an hour for his organ to lie down, being too guilty from his near encounters to simply pleasure himself. He hoped Amein would appreciate his restraint, especially the avoiding of her mother; he had found Haiveri almost irresistible, being so much like her daughter. Worse, he had understood from her touch and kiss that if he had shown the least willingness, she would have slept with him with not the tiniest hesitation or guilt. That even picturing the older Elvin woman in his mind made him ache with lust, promised to only cause him more problems.
I don’t care what she says about this being normal, I’m sure having her mother would cause a horrid fit! he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Rasten didn’t see Amein until late the next afternoon, he being up and off to the practice fields early, and she not returning from patrolling until well after daybreak. She had gone to sleep, eager for a nap. He returned from riding an alowond with several other such riders, learning more of the maneuvers that were common for such beasts, and he was covered with dirt and mud. He was eager for a bath, and was surprised to see no sign of Amein when he reached their quarters. Shrugging, he started to take off his filthy clothing, standing with his back to the door.
Amein entered silently, and seeing him turned thus, sat her cup down quietly, intent on sneaking close, and teaching him a lesson about the wisdom of not watching his back. She was within two paces when he suddenly drew his sword and spun to face her, with the point only an inch from her throat. The look of shock she exhibited was delightful to Rasten.
“How did you notice me?!” she whispered, uncomfortable with a sharp blade almost touching her.
“Perhaps my sight is more powerful than you thought?” he asked, before withdrawing the sword, and sheathing it. Amein’s eyes were quite wide, as she considered this.
“Perhaps it is!” she whispered.
“Or perhaps I’m just wise and able to use a mirror in a useful fashion?!” he said, pointing at one hanging from the wall. “Stand here!” he commanded, and placed her exactly where he had been. The door to the room was fully visible, as had been her approach.
“You’re quite observant and a good bit witty. I hear you’re less able to defend yourself from the eager young Elvin girls?” she suddenly accused. She had crossed her arms, and stood, tapping the toe of her boot on the polished stone floor.
“I was certainly making an effort! Don’t I get some credit for that? Your mother did arrive in time to send them off, but I was still perfectly covered!”
“How aroused were you?!” she demanded.
“They were basically naked. The smell of their femaleness was strong and enticing!”
“And what of mother?” Amein demanded. Rasten sighed heavily.
“She was almost as bare as the girls, and her scent was as wickedly enticing as yours. Had she wanted me, I could not have said no,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if that is too honest for you,” he added. Amein turned her back, and went to get her cup. Standing, looking away, she spoke.
“None would fault you for giving in to her, anymore than they would criticize you for having my nieces! It is the way things are!” she declared.
“None but you? You’d be hurt, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m sure I would. But that is my burden, mine own shame. Whatever is different or wrong is...within me!” she managed to get this out, before breaking into tears. She slammed her cup down, would have run from the room, but Rasten snagged her, turning her around, and locking his arms around her.
“It may be your burden, but I am inclined to care about it! Your feelings are more like the values of my old world, which are still deeply engrained in me.”
“But you are eager to shed them, finding the lure of our ways to be quite desirable!” Amien declared, hotly, looking down to avoid his gaze. Rasten shrugged at this.
“Do you wish me to lie?” he demanded.
“No,” she whispered, clinging to him.
“Then I must say that I find the idea of having many cute Elvin girls or women to be remarkably sexy and enticing. Yet I have no desire to hurt you. I can be quite happy with just you...you’re more female than any human girl I’ve ever had or even dreamed of! It’s no wonder that the Elvin kind can’t keep their pants on!” he teased, hugging her tightly. Amein slapped at his back, but her effort was half hearted and weak.
“You�
��re terrible! Your wicked playfulness and ability to act flirty with no effort is insidious! It’s no wonder all the females want you!” she sighed.
“Are you in the mood for some attention, or would you rather complain and make yourself miserable?” he suggested.
“I think I can wait for you to bathe...you’re a bite stinky, and smell like alowond!” she sighed.
Naturally, they ended up naked and together in the soaking pool, after Rasten had rinsed off almost all the dirt and sweat. The warm water, with Amein’s sleek body rubbing against him, seemed to make him forget all his aches and pains. He also ended up aroused. Finding his organ ready, Amein wasted no time sitting on his lap, facing him, his erection buried deeply inside her eager vagina. They sat thus, kissing with complete abandon, while Amein massaged his hard penis by tightening and loosening her vaginal walls, as Rasten barely moved her bottom, holding it in his strong hands. Their inevitable orgasms were strong and noisy.
“I like being spoiled!” she sighed contentedly.
“I assume you’d like to be spoiled more?” he asked, caressing her still swollen clitoris.
“Of course...but we need to go to dinner first! Come, let’s get dried off!” This proved easier said than done, since even trying to be un-erotic proved impossible; any touch was an erotic touch.
In spite of this, which encompassed much laughter and kissing, they finally managed to get dressed, and go out to eat with a large swath of Amein’s family. This included her over eager nieces. Rasten was much amused at how lacking in hesitation or guilt the two young elves were. They had not the slightest desire to hide or run away when approached by Rasten and Amein.
