by Jack Bessie
“Ummmm, that is quite true! I could not look myself in the mirror if I lacked that courage!” Amein sighed.
“So you would always be honest, and willing to face things, no matter how dire?”
“Of course! Why do you think I lead as I do? I could send others, but how long would our people respect me if I did that?”
“You take a lot more risks than most would,” Rasten suggested, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Rasten, I wish nothing to happen to either of us, but know this; I would rather die young, with honor and good regard, than live long as a coward! If you care for me well, you must accept that!”
“You should be cautious, as there are many eager to take your place!” he teased. Amein gave him a searching look.
“Do you mean take my place as a Princess, or my place in your bed?” she demanded. “I am well aware that some seek to entice you while I am away!” she snipped. “Do you have anything to confess?”
“Only that someone tried mightily to seduce me, but I turned them away.
“Nacein?”
Rasten nodded.
“I should banish her!” Amein cried, angry.
“You will not. You care deeply for her. Can you guess what she wants?”
“Besides the ability to claim she seduced you?!”
“I think that matters less than her true interest...” Rasten sighed. Amein frowned harshly.
“Perhaps you should enlighten me!”
“What do females often want from a male?” he softly replied. Amein continued to frown before suddenly looking up, amazed.
“A child! She thinks to have your child?!” Amein gasped, shocked by this.
“That seems her true motivation, other than simply the joy of being had. I told her that would only happen if and when you were in agreement that it should.”
“Did she confess such a thing?”
“No, I apparently sensed it, and when I accused her of it, her embarrassment proved it true. She got mad and left, before my resistance wore down!” he suggested, and smiled.
“Very good! If I can resist my urges a few days, you can too!” Amein smugly declared. Rasten looked down, staring at the book, without seeing it. Amein noted his mood, and reached out to touch his arm.
“Tell me!” she insisted. Rasten shrugged.
“Have your feelings changed any...about the jealousy?” he wondered. Amein looked away quickly, and shook her head.
“I spoke long to Elder Madarini and to mother, but I still feel it! Even worse, I...I see other ones, and think how much fun being with them would be. Then the guilt comes! How can I think of such, when considering you with another makes me sick with jealousy! I seem to be more conflicted, not less! Your ability to say no is wearing thin...isn’t it?!” she demanded, eyes wet. Rasten closed his book, after marking his page, and slid his chair back. He motioned for Amein to sit on his lap, which she reluctantly did after a small hesitation.
“Your mother has suggested that what you need is to be had by others, especially with me close and likewise so engaged with others. Has she not suggested that to you?”
Amein sighed loudly, and stared at him, looking quite put out. “Of course she has...but that seems...harder than I think it should! The idea of seeing you with another, even if I was naked and being well pleasured, seems likely to make me scream!”
“But you have no idea how you would actually respond? Perhaps your fears are worse than the real experience might seem?” Amein shrugged at this, looking down.
“Perhaps...but what if they are not?! I would be agonized and likely driven insane by my feelings!”
“Somehow I doubt that...I suspect this might exert a stronger effect on you!” he laughed, rubbing her crotch through her soft pants. He kept this up, as Amein tried to stay impassive, but she soon moaned, and squirmed.
“The pussy is mightier than your fears?” Rasten crassly teased. Amein grabbed his neck, and gave him a hard and slutty kiss, wiggling her bottom, to see how aroused he was.
“You need to be quiet and have me...now!” she whispered, her desire overwhelming her. “I don’t want another...I want you! Besides, I have to leave again tomorrow, and I’ll be gone at least three days!” she whispered. “You need to make sure I can last that long with no attention!” she giggled. “And you too!” she added, giving him a stern glance. “I don’t wish to have another fit!” she sighed, looking guilty
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36
Rasten arrived at the terranak pens expecting another routine lesson on flying, having only flown a few dozen times. He quickly discovered this not to be the case, spying his beast laden with supplies and one of the Elvin flyers holding a long and heavy coat, which was lined well and suited for much cold. The elf was grinning unabashedly too.
“No normal lesson?” Rasten sighed.
“None...you’re going on patrol...to spy on the Eridians. Apparently certain ones think you have more skill than you do, and wish you to start getting some practical experience!”
“Either that or the Princess is tired of your ass!” another suggested.
“Probably wants him to earn his keep!” the first countered.
“Where are we going?” Rasten asked, more curious than terrified, a fact that made him worry about his sanity.
“To the east, towards A-Caridzia...Amein is curious to see what sort of Eridian presence might be within striking distance of it.”
“How far is that?” Rasten wondered.
“Two days hard flight! We’ll be gone a week or so...” the leader, a taller than normal elf named Narietin advised him. “How’s your skill with a bow?”
“”Not all that hot...I can barely hit a target at a hundred paces so far. How do you hit anyone while flying?”
“Practice! If we stir up some Eridian flyers, you might get some good experience. Just be careful, and spend more effort dodging...getting shot with an arrow hurts like hell, at least if it doesn’t kill you!”
“Great...thanks for the encouragement!” he muttered.
He quickly found the heavy coat oppressive, the back tail being split so it would lie flat against his legs and the back of his mount. He quickly got over his annoyance as they climbed high, the air becoming surprisingly chilly at height, even this far south. Alarinad was in the upper sub-tropical part of the planet, and it’s winters were passably mild, unlike the more northerly areas where the Eridians held sway.
Rasten wondered how his ass might fare, hoping the hours each day spent on a leather saddle, either on a horse, allowon or terranak might have prepared it for flying such a long distance day after day.
He was kept busy watching the terrain passing slowly below them, trying to reconcile what he was seeing with the maps he had studied, his teacher of geography as inflexible and determined that he master their subject as any other, including Master Roein. They barely stopped, eating as they flew, and as the sun was setting, they chose a place to land near a small Elvin village.
When their mounts had been hobbled, they headed into the village, and found a small place that seemed to Rasten to be much like an inn on earth might have been. They were greeted warmly, and when Rasten was introduced their welcome was assured, everyone in the Elvin world aware of who he was.
Sitting at a table, his companions were much amused at how the Elvin women all seemed to be admiring Rasten. Their server seemed so excited she was in danger of wetting her panty and would have probably been willing to be had on a table, had Rasten been inclined. Rasten’s delighted smile and natural flirtiness did nothing to discourage her either.
“We should follow him around and snag the ones he disappoints!” Narietin suggested, nudging the other elf, Kimarien with his elbow.
“What? Oh, come on...I’m not that much of a...” he got no further as another Elvin female slipped up beside him, and gave him a luscious and sexy kiss with no warning. She giggled and disappeared handily, back to where a group of females were sitting, apparently winning a bet, and collecti
ng handily from her boldness. Rasten merely looked guilty and shook his head.
“If this keeps up, we’ll have much to report to the Princess!” Kimarien suggested, teasing Rasten.
They were busy eating when several Elvin men entered, having heard that flyers from the capital had stopped for the night. They moved close, and pulled chairs close, eager to introduce themselves and speak.
“You seem concerned?” Rasten spoke, detecting a current of worry among the elves.
“Your sight is good! We wish to speak of something we’ve noticed...in the past month we’ve observed flyers passing near.” the village leader, Amarein declared.
“Low or high?” Narietin asked quickly.
“High, and coming from the north! They mostly pass northwest to southeast, and then swing more easterly, but we are less sure of that, as they are far afield when they turn!”
“I assume you can spy no markings or other identifying marks, that might reveal who they be?”
“Too high...but we are sure they are not Elvin!”
“Not likely...we are overflying the Eridians systematically, to see what they’re up to, but those flyers would not be coming this way, certainly not without landing!” Narietin declared, certain. Rasten had been staring into space, and suddenly spoke.
“The Eridians wish to study the Elvin, for much the same reasons we are observing them! Shocara is perhaps wiser than those who ruled before her,” he suggested.
“How can you know that?” one of the village Elvin gasped.
“He apparently has Sayarin’s sight,” Kimarien replied.
This seemed to well please all those hearing it, and they talked for an hour, before taking their leave, pleased that word of this oddity and their concerns would not just reach the capital, but would be heard by Amein, Rasten having her ear, among other things.
The place they were at had a half dozen small rooms upstairs, which were available for a modest fee. They headed up, intent on getting awing at first light. Rasten found the room neat and tidy, the bed delightfully soft and inviting, being large enough for a couple to occupy easily. He was amused as always, that the room door had no lock, the Elvin so fanatically honest that none might stoop to stealing or be evil enough to attach another. Due to his earth upbringing, this still made him nervous, but it was at least intellectually appealing.
He had slipped under the covers, and wiggled, enjoying the soft and smooth fabric of the sheets, when he paused, hearing the tiny sound that indicated his door was opening. Knowing his sword was across the room, he cringed, considering what he might do. There was a small Elvin light glowing in the hallway, and by that light he managed to note that it was an Elvin female, nearly bare, which was carefully shutting the door, having slipped in.
Rasten was waiting, when this one sat down gently on the bed, clearly intending something naughty. She gasped when he grabbed her wrist, and turned on the light. They sat, staring at each other a moment, before the young female smiled. Rasten noted that she was wearing a long thin gown, such as many Elvin females preferred for lounging and sleeping. Judging by the female fragrance he could smell, she was not wearing her Elvin panty.
“Lord Rasten? I am Heleinia, the inn keepers daughter! Might I grace your bed, and let you have me? Please? It would mean so much to me! You may instruct me as you wish...I am eager to learn and be more skilled!”
“How old are you?” he wondered.
“I am just turned fifteen, but am well allowed to be with any adult!” she whispered, looking so excited Rasten feared she might collapse.
“Have you even learned to kiss well?” he teased, but quickly regretted it, as she hopped astraddle of him and applied her lips to his. By the time she was desperate for air, he had a throbbing erection, which she noted easily, wiggling her eager bottom.
“Please...I never get a chance to be had by someone special like you, being out here in the village!”
“I shouldn’t, even though I want to!” he sighed.
“Why?! she exclaimed. “If you want to we just should!” she insisted, hoping up to turn off the light, shed her gown, and slip under the covers in one perfect set of movements.
Rasten awoke while it was still dark, the feel of the young Elvin female’s bottom firmly against his middle. He had given in to her persistent eagerness, having her three times, shocked at just how skilled such a young one might be. He had laid awake, guilty and worried, knowing that somehow Amein would discover his having of her, and be upset and angry, or worse, hurt. His partner had no such worries, being a perfectly normal and healthy Elvin female, obsessed with being had, and seeing no reason why anyone wouldn’t be so inclined.
He managed to get up, and drag himself downstairs to eat, with his fellows, regretting missing sleep even more than being guilty. He hoped he might slip out without a display from his naughty young elf, but before they reached the door, he had her wrapped around him, giving him a suggestive kiss goodbye, as he helplessly held her.
“Come back when I’m old enough to have a child, and have me...please?!” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with her desire.
“Perhaps...you’d like that?” he whispered back.
“Every female elf on the planet would!” she suggested, sighing, and looking utterly infatuated.
Walking to their mounts, it didn’t take long before Rasten heard the thing he dreaded.
“”Our friend certainly has a way with the Elvin females, doesn’t he? Perhaps we should take lessons from him?” Kimarien teased, speaking to Narietin.
“I’m sure the Princess would wish him to be well taken care of on our journey!” Kimarien suggested next. Rasten stopped, and turned.
“You do understand that the Princess has some issues with normal Elvin relations at the moment, and hearing about my failings will not likely be rewarded, certainly not for me, but also likely for who ever brings such tidings?”
Narietin glanced at Kimarien before replying.
“We have heard rumors that she might be jealous...but find that difficult to fathom. No elf is jealous!”
“How many are imprinted to someone else?” Rasten asked calmly.
“Is such even possible?” Narienin asked, astounded.
“Elder Madrini suggests it is. She thought to imprint me to her, to assure I would agree to return here, but is more afflicted than me! She’s not pleased by it either, and I’d pity any poor soul who makes her confront such....it is quite embarrassing to her,” Rasten sighed.
“Then we would be wise to make no issue of it. We are dearly devoted to her, and have no desire to burden her more than she is!” Kimarien suggested.
“That would be both kind and wise!” Rasten declared, trying hard not to grin, as he put a hand on each elf’s shoulder. “I want nothing but the best for her!” he insisted.
And I certainly don’t want to be the cause or object of a jealous female fit either! he thought, hoping Amein might not find out by some arcane power what he had done with the young female elf.
37
Rasten and his fellow flyers had made a long foray over Eridian lands, high and relatively safe, but well able to spy in detail on those below. Rasten had found using the Elvin equivalent of binoculars to be amazing, they not being solely optical, but using a strange Elvin sorcery to enlarge the stereoscopic image far more than an earth set would have. He could clearly see what individual Eridians on the ground were doing, while they were invisible with just his eyes alone.
They had over flown a dozen villages when Rasten spotted something curious; a mass of terranaks were sitting in a field just outside the small village. He waved to Narietin and gestured at the village.
“Why all the terranaks?” he called. This got his companions to look closer, and they were soon appalled.
“They’re planning to raid somewhere!” Kimarien replied. “Lets have some fun!” he called. “Follow and stay close!” he yelled. Rasten had no idea what the elf might consider fun, if it required any involvement with at leas
t fifty Eridian flyers, but he wasn’t about to ask, and collect any grief either.
His companions soon were dropping earthward, and Rasten was busy trying to stay close and in line. He did manage to note that his Elvin companions had grabbed their bows, and nocked arrows, clearly intending something hostile.
They leveled out barely above the trees, their mounts moving at maximum speed, and Rasten realized they would pass over the village at great speed, within easy range of their bows. That they would also be in range of the Eridian’s bows seemed less pleasant to contemplate.
The Elvin goaded their mounts to both screech loudly as they passed over, unleashing their arrows, and taking down two of those tasked with guarding against just such a surprise attack. The village disappeared behind them, and they made a long sweeping turn, the Elvin clearly intending to make a second pass. Rasten thought that crazy, since now the Eridian’s would be roused and alert, but he soon saw his fellow’s intent, as they flashed over the mass of hobbled Terranons, which a dozen men were desperately trying to mount, eager to pursue the enemy. The Elvin cut into a tight turn, circling the area, and shot arrow after arrow down into the hapless enemy, terrorizing them. The Eridians seemed unable to decide whether to mount or try and return fire, and when a half dozen arrows came up at them, they quickly turned away, flying at full speed barely over the tree tops.
Rasten assumed they were flying randomly, but soon changed his mind, when they dropped down into a long valley, which would hide them from the Eridians, and let them gain an insurmountable lead. They were far away, before they saw even a trace of the Eridians in the far distance, but these soon gave up, and turned back.
Later, when they were back on Elvin soil, and had landed for the night, the Elvin were eager to hear his thoughts, and to give him a hard time too.
