by D. R. Rosier
Karana waved a hand, “You’ve sharpened your teeth on elven politics, I don’t imagine theirs is much different. Be cautious but don’t show fear, never say the word no or give any other sign of absolute negation, and don’t anger the queen.”
Saria replied, “You’re right, we can’t strategize, at least not until we know the game. Try not to commit to anything without a night’s thought, so we can discuss it. Hopefully we’ll be in and out of there in few days, or a week. I’m not sure how long it will take for my people to recover enough to ride.”
I nodded, “Physically they’ll be in perfect shape for their age as soon as I heal them. Mentally…” I trailed off.
I added, “I’ll try and follow that advice, but if temporizing starts to anger her I’ll have to deal with it on the spot. I believe that was one of the three things to be most avoided.”
Karana winked.
Regina nudged me with her shoulder, “What will we do if she forces us to stay? I know it’s unlikely, but all she’d have to do is order Saria to stay, and she’d have no choice. What if she asks you to modify one of her enemies, or discovers the true extent of your magic. She is a brilliant mage, so it’s possible she already knows or guesses.”
I smirked, “We’ll go live with the goblins in the mountains.”
Saria shuddered, “Don’t even joke about that. They’re pure evil.”
I shrugged sheepishly, “There’s nowhere else we can run, well, Regina and I anyway. Saria too since she would never leave me to retreat to Laya. That means we have to deal with it, with her. From all I’ve heard though, the queen despised King Hanson and the abuses he put his power too, let’s hope we don’t have to deal with that.”
Saria nodded, “There’s no point in speculating. I doubt we’ll be happy about what she wants, but I don’t think we’ll be horrified either.”
Karana said, “Agreed.”
We all quieted as we got back to our meal. We’d only bothered packing fruits and vegetables, the meal tonight, or part of it, was courtesy of the scouting parties taking down a deer. The venison stew Regina cooked up was delicious.
I thought Regina’s worst case scenarios very unlikely. My first reaction to them though was to simply refuse. I’d rather die than twist a human’s body and nature in such an evil way. I also believed it would violate the spirit of the Hippocratic oath, self-defense was one thing, torturing another being not trying to kill me was quite another.
But then I wondered, what if it wasn’t my life that was on the line? I’d die or kill for all three of the women in front of the fire, even if Karana wasn’t my mate and I didn’t love her yet, she was a dear friend. What else was I willing to do to keep them alive and unharmed? Threatening one of my mates’ lives would truly test my oath, I’d like to say I’d do the right thing, but I honestly wasn’t sure.
Sera was ambitious and ruthless, but not said to be evil, I could only hope that was truth.
Karana half spun as she stood and then arched her back in a stretch.
What’s a man to do, besides enjoy the show.
Karana smiled widely when she noticed me looking with what I imagined was sincere admiration in my eyes, “Excuse me, I need to quiet my mind and work on my robes before I retire. I also need to work out the kinks from being in a saddle all day.”
“Of course, don’t let me stop you.”
Karana laughed, and then turned and headed for the forest. Damn, I was afraid of that, I wanted to watch her work out the kinks. She was willowy, sexy, and very supple and flexible.
I was probably being a pig, but I really didn’t have a one-track mind, and Karana’s attraction was far more multi-faceted to me than simply the physical beauty of her body and face, or how flexible and nimble that body appeared to be. The sexual tension between us no matter the cause was rather intense though, and my other mates also attributed to my very high libido toward the end of the day. So yeah, after spending all day with three incredibly beautiful woman, maybe I did have a one-track mind, now that my stomach was taken care of.
I also wasn’t the only one that watched Karana walk away, and Regina grabbed my hand rather insistently and pulled me in the direction of the tent as soon as Karana disappeared into the woods. When I got up, I noticed Saria made no move to follow. That told me my mates must have planned ahead, to give us more intimate one on one private time with each other before the other joined us in the tent for sleep. I didn’t know how they decided, or why Regina got to go first, but I also didn’t care. As long as they were both happy with the arrangement, and I got time with them both, they could figure that part of things out.
My cock was throbbing in anticipation of ravishing my redheaded and submissive minx by the time we got inside and secured the tent flap.
Our kisses started out rather teasing, with nips and sucks on her lower lip while we stripped each other, and teased each other’s flesh with soft strokes, firm squeezes and teasing pinches.
Regina was as erotically mesmerized as I felt, and I was more than a little lost in her scent, touches, the sweet sounds of desire and pleasure, and the way her sexy body reacted to every teasing brush of my fingertips.
Sparks of pleasure inundated my body, and followed her wandering hands on my chest, stomach, and down to my aching manhood. Her soft touch and stroke sent a relief of euphoria through my body, while at the same time raising the intensity of my need.
My hand found her sex as well, as I wrapped my other hand around the back of her neck and kissed her with a deep passion. I cupped her sex and teased my middle finger along her labia.
She was soaked, puffy, and ready for me.
Fuck, it drove me crazy how much she was turned on by me, and how she seemed to never get enough of me. She was insatiable putty in my hands, and my cock twitched hard in her stroking hand as our heavy breaths mixed.
I pushed her down on her back, as I slid a finger into her tight wet passage and took one of her sweet dark pink nipples into my mouth.
She gasped, arched her body, and gripped my cock tighter.
“James,” her breathy voice begged me, and sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I asked, “Yes Regina?” in a teasing voice, as I switched to her other nipple, while curling my finger and exploring the walls of her heaven, my palm exerting gentle pressure over her clitoral hood.
Regina was extremely sensitive in both areas, I played gently with her bountiful breasts and clit when we were together, or she’d get overstimulated or in outright pain. The ravishing part would have to wait. She arched her back and gasped, grinding herself on me.
She pleaded in a sultry breathless voice, “James, fuck me. With your nice big cock, stop teasing me love, fuck me like I need it, hard, fast, relentless...” she trailed off her words, but the intense come fuck me look on her innocently beautiful face drove me crazy.
Not to mention I needed to be buried in her badly too, it was only through effort I could tease her at all, her words went straight to my cock and libido, and I grabbed her legs, lifted them over my shoulder as I slid to the side to line our bodies up.
I teased my cock up and down her soaked velvet folds, drawing a gasp from both our lips. Well lubricated, I speared into her hard and fast, getting about a quarter of the way down in the first stroke.
She was so hot and tight around me, wet and silken pleasure engulfed me as her pussy convulsed and squeezed around me.
“You are so tight.”
She couldn’t really reach me with her hands in this position, with her legs pinned against my body and her torso to the floor, so she started to play with her own nipples and squeezed her breasts.
I pulled out and stroked back in, again and again, until I was fully buried in the pleasures of my mate’s body. Then I stopped and waited a moment, and just enjoyed the intense connection we had as I stared into her hungry eyes. I was going to pound her hard and fast, she loved this part of things rough most of the time.
She was also loving being pinne
d down and helpless to stop me, she got off on it. Regina loved to submit and based on the past month she got a hell of a lot of pleasure from doing so. Her sex finished conforming to my invasion, and I knew she was ready for me when she ground her hips the best she could against me in this position. Her back was bowed, and her ass was up off the ground as I held her legs tightly in place, I had all the leverage and she had none.
There was also just enough room to spank that ass, so I did.
She gasped harshly, and then moaned in pleasure as her pussy convulsed tightly around me. Fuck, she was going to kill me, she was so damned erotic and stunningly beautiful. Her green eyes were begging me to pound her, and I considered making her ask me for it, but I was out of patience as well. That was the flaw in teasing Regina, I was teasing myself as well.
I slowly stroked out, and then speared her hard.
“Yes, fuck me with that fat cock,” she praised breathily, and sent tingles of pleasure through my body with magic, above and beyond the incredible bliss her body was already providing, not to mention simply her.
Everything about her, the pleasure on her face, the desire and devotion in her eyes, the total trust as this beautiful and incredibly loving and intelligent woman submitted herself to me, totally. It had a mind-blowing effect on me, and I’d never take it for granted. Given her magic and us having other mates in bed, our sex life would never grow stale either, not for a thousand years, a lifetime.
It was all that, plus the intense silken wet friction along my sensitive cock as I started to pound into her with full strokes of my length. The way her large breasts shook violently in her hands each time I drilled hard into her warm and soft welcoming flesh.
She was pinned down and couldn’t do much, but she managed to squeeze my cock every third or fourth time I pulled out, milking me hard, along with slight and subtle movements of her hips.
Then wickedly teasing words started to fall from her lips, as she begged me to fuck her harder and faster, to spank her, to fill her with my seed, and other racy comments that drove me to greater efforts.
Regina had always been into dirty talk, at least when we were fucking instead of making love, but that evening in the tent she was going a little further than usual. It was a turn on, and then a huge turn on when I realized the full truth of what she was doing.
She was giving Karana a seductive and tempting verbal show of our pleasure, just like she had for Saria before we knew about elven hearing. Maybe it should have shocked me, but it turned me on a great deal instead.
She begged between labored breaths, “Come with me, I want to feel you claim me, fill me, while I come around and all over your big cock, please love. I’m so close…”
She gasped, and then bowed her head forward and looked up at me through her eyelashes, as she pulled a breast to her mouth, and she started to suck on her own nipple while her other hand pinched and lightly twisted the other.
Fuck, that was so hot, and made the last of my restraint vanish under a surge of lust, cumming with her wasn’t going to be a problem.
“James!” she screamed out in ecstasy, only slightly muffled by the breast in her mouth, and I continued to pound her through the start of her orgasmic convulsions of rapturous bliss, her eyes wide with pleasure as she looked up into mine, and she continued to suckle her own breast.
My legs went numb and I buried myself twice more, Regina’s name was a soft prayer on my lips as I started to pulse my essence into my redheaded goddess. The pleasure hit me like a tornado touching ground, and then got even more intense as my lover sent intense waves of pleasure magic through my body.
The intense vulnerability of that moment was staggering, as we shared our mutual bliss through locked eyes. As we slowly came down, I gently spread her legs and set them down on the side of me. I leaned forward still buried, and held myself up by my hands, as I claimed a soft lingering loving kiss. I needed it, and I think she did too, whenever we fucked hard and fast, there was always an intense burst of love and tenderness afterwards.
Regina grinned a little impishly up at me when we broke it, “Thank you.”
Yup, no doubt my mates talked about our private sex lives together.
“Wise ass.”
She giggled, which did interesting things down below, and then said in a soft and sincere vulnerable voice, “I love you.”
“I love you too Regina. Now give me a wakeup call, so I can make love to you.”
We kept the positions changing, and our sex life spicy, but that was the one and only very predictable part of it. Whenever I ravished one of my mates, I always felt the need to make love to them after. They didn’t seem to mind, once the edge was off our base lust, it was probably no surprise all that was left was the unlimited boundless love we shared.
She kissed me softly, and then let out a soft sigh of contented pleasure.
She teased, “Yes master,” as she sent a shock of magic through her sex and into mine.
No need for recovery time, my flagging cock was reenergized. The tip was still quite sensitive, but not painfully so and I knew from experience that would fade fast. I pulled out slowly, and then slid back into her heaven, as I teased her tongue with my own, our languorous kiss was soft and loving, yet just as passionate as earlier if in a different way.
She smirked when our kiss broke, “Not going to tell me to stop calling you that?”
She teased me sometimes by calling me that, in the same exacting way that Oceana said it, with sultry heat. The first few times it’d bothered me, and I’d told her to stop, but now I knew she was just fucking with me. She knew I was in awe of her submission as my wife and mate as it was, and she liked to push things sometimes. In short, my bright green-eyed beauty could be naughty.
“Would it stop you if I did?” I teased right back.
I ground into her in a little circle, and she returned the favor in the other direction.
She tried to pout up at me for ruining her game, but her face was a study in pleasure in that moment, and she gave up on it.
“Make love to me, James,” the begging demand fell from her lips, with her eyes full of love, desire, and vulnerable trust.
I slowly stroked out and into her, “Always.”
Chapter Seven
I barely noticed when I left the tent, but the sky was clear that next morning, and the sun was bright on the horizon to the east, it also felt warmer. My distraction that next morning when leaving the tent, was that Karana’s robes were still covered in the illusion of red.
I looked Karana up and down deliberately as I walked over to the fire, knowing she’d kept the red color because of my compliment yesterday.
Karana’s return glance was flirty, but also playfully challenging when my gaze returned up to her red eyes, which were framed by those impossibly long seductive eyelashes. She was also wearing a silver necklace with several gemstones embedded into it. The focus of my eyes wavered between that and the teasing amount of cleavage she had on display.
“Good morning. Is that the armor? It looks like real silver.”
Karana’s voice was sultrily amused, “Yes. A small illusion for the silver, the gemstones are real however, it does a good job creating tight settings.”
I nodded, “It looks beautiful, as do you.”
I wasn’t sure where Saria was, probably talking to her scouts, and Regina was cooking breakfast.
Karana smiled widely, and her eyes were warm and mysterious. It felt to me like this was my Karana, the one I’d known all along, though it would still take time to repair our relationship back to where it was before we could move forward. Still, ten days on the road, nine more from that morning, would give us enough time for that plus a whole lot more.
“Thank you, James,” her sultry voice caressed my name, “The stones contain some of my magic, and that will give the appearance to other mages that this is just another enchanted necklace. I was concerned if I was wounded, and the armor pulled on my magic and disrupted one of my spells by stea
ling magic I was using, it could be bad. Might wind up killing me anyway, just in a different fashion. So… the stones will power the armor if it’s necessary.”
She didn’t look too worried about it, but that wasn’t a surprise. She was powerful, not arrogant, and the chances of her being wounded were probably small. A lot smaller than my own anyway. Still, she’d taken the precaution, just in case.
Saria slipped out of the trees and into the camp, just as Regina announced breakfast was served.
“So, tell me about Laya. I’ve heard how dangerous it is, but not much else. Or is it a secret?”
It was mid-morning, and so far we hadn’t met another soul. I’d been talking with Karana for a while now, trying to get to know her better. I already knew she was a good woman, that she loved her mage craft, and that she had a generous open heart. Our morality on most things aligned as well, which was a good thing. I also knew despite her sultry and sensuous demeanor, she didn’t sleep around. I suspected like Saria, she was in fact a virgin. The elves took mating very seriously. Though, I doubted she was any more intact than Saria was down there, she looked my age, but was truly about two hundred and fifty years old, I was sure self-love was necessary not to go crazy.
Although, I suppose the question I just asked was less about her, and more learning about the competition so to speak. Not entirely true though, I wanted to learn about her life, and that meant learning about the things she loved, Laya and Amathyr.
Of course, Saria had told me a little about it, but she was usually vague about the details.
Karana bit her lip, “It’s not exactly a state secret, but we don’t generally talk about it, did Saria not explain to you why?”
Saria chimed in, “No, he’s easily distracted when I kiss his neck. It’s also my favorite seduction technique.”
Karana laughed.
I blushed, it was true enough, when she did that I usually ended up ravishing her, although a mutual ravishing might be a better description of our love life. I was also a little shocked, and it illustrated how close of friends Saria and Karana were, she’d never talk about something so private and intimate with a stranger, or even a normal friend.
