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Forbidden Fantasy

By: Fantasyboy69



This is just a little note to let you know that as my name says this is fantasy. In every sense of the word so if you don't like elves or dragons then this is probably not the story for you. If you've an open mind then by all means read on. I always like feedback and even if you don't really like it I would like to hear what you think. ~Kevin~

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My senses were alive with the night, a trait strong among me and my elven kin. The moon was bright and the stars added their own light to the world. It was Winterfest, the celebration that marked the turning of the season, although where I am from one would never know it was Winter. There was no snow, it did not even get cold at night. It was cool, yes, but my tribe and I wore little or no clothing all year. One would say I was immune to seeing anyone naked, it was just natural. I was immune...until I met him.

I have always been a free spirit even for an elf. I was tall for my tribe, at 5'8" I was almost the size of a human, and rather pleased with my physique. I was 170 pounds with no fat and a stomach my lady friends always asked to use to wash their laundry. "It is to laugh," I would always reply with a sneer. I have light blond hair typical of a moon elf and cobalt blue eyes. And, of course, the pointed ears, sharp cheek bones and high arching brows of an elf. I like to laugh as much as any other elf, but I also like to be alone to think very unelfish thoughts.

It was well past the deepest part of the night when an alarm was raised to the south. It rang out of intruders and all of the able bodied elves dashed for their weapons to drive off these interlopers. I was a trained healer so I was not expected to go to the fighting, but I grabbed my club and cut south east to possibly flank any that tried to escape. We may be carefree but we are not careless and we protect our lands fiercely. Woe to the intruder of our forest.

My feet made little noise as I ran through the underbrush and over bushes. I could hear the sounds of a pitched battle coming from my right so I veered to intercept and aid my kin. What I saw when I arrived was something so strange that for a moment I could do nothing but stare. I am not old for my kind, only one hundred and fifty-two years old, and I knew humans and goblins on sight, but I had never seen one human take on twenty of the goblins single handed while twelve more lay dead all around. He was magnificent. Standing well over six feet and wielding a greataxe, he seemed to dance among the four foot tall goblins and wherever his ax swung another goblin fell. He growled his challenge in a language I had learned long ago but had rarely used so I could not catch the subtle insults. Whatever he said had the goblins even angrier.

Rather than sit there like a bump on a log I darted in and slammed my club down on the head of the nearest goblin. He went down. There was a moment when the human and I fought back to back without even acknowledging the other's presence. It was as if we moved to the same rhythm, the same piper played the same tune for the both of us. I would duck and he would cleave a goblin while I protected his flank.

Within moments the goblins were dead and I was barely even breathing hard. I turned to look at the human and for the first time I noticed the many wounds he had. He turned on me for a moment, still caught up in the heat of the battle, but I lowered my club and looked back. He had the most stunning green eyes I had ever seen. Like fresh clover dotted with golden honey suckles. I could have stared into those eyes for the rest of his natural life. Then he passed out. I dropped my club and barely caught him before he hit the ground. He was a lot heavier than I first thought and I went to one knee before I was able to compensate. Now that I had saved him, there was only one thing left to do, but it was forbidden. No human had ever set foot within our village and lived, but I would not let this one die.

After strapping my club and his ax to my back I picked him up and made my way quickly back to the village. Everyone was either off to battle or were waiting by the edge of the glade son no one saw me carry my patient into my hut and place him on the farthest cot from the door. I drew curtains closed and set about to gather up my potions and herbs to heal him. Once that was done I slipped silently into his alcove and looked at him closely for the first time. He had wide spaced eyes, a dusting of a beard on a face that I now found almost too young to belong to a man. Gods above he could not have been more than eighteen in human terms, an infant to my thinking. His hair was raven black and matted on one side. I quickly sprinkled some tincture onto the goose egg and cut there and turned to deal with the rest.

He wore armor like none I had ever seen. Our were magically hardened hides or bone pieced together to cover vital areas. His was made of very fine chain links or metal. "How in the name of the Gods am I supposed to get that off?" There were numerous wounds where the goblins' weapons had broken through so I started there. Cutting off the armor was easier than I thought once I discovered the fastening leather straps. As I peeled off the metal I gaped in awe. I thought I had a nice body. This man-child had arms as large as my thighs and a chest as deep as any ogre's. It was covered in dark curls of hair and I could not resist reaching out to feel them. No elf has body hair so this was as new to me as each new day. The curls were silky smooth and slick with sweat.

Shaking myself out of my stupor I took up one of the soaked bandages and began to wash his wounds. Twice he mumbled something but he did not wake. I made a thorough search of his torso and found many scratches but nothing life threatening. I turned my attention to his legs and wondered for the first time in memory what he would look like underneath the breaches. I knew he had very powerful legs, their girth alone was larger than my waist, but what would they feel like? I found myself getting aroused for the first time thinking about seeing someone naked. I took a deep breath and had to fight down my primal urges to tend him. I cut off the breaches and immediately applied pressure to the artery because his life blood was slowly seeping out of a long gash in his leg. With my other hand I wiped away the blood gently and poured a generous amount of the tincture onto the wound, even though it would take me many months to replace what I had used. The wound was looking as if was a month old rather than an hour and I deftly wrapped it in bandaging, feeling the solid muscles beneath the skin.

Gods his legs were nice. I have always liked legs. Yet all legs were nothing compared to the ones I had in my hands then and I was getting so turned on I had to pull myself away and leave the alcove. I had never felt this aroused in my entire life and I knew that I would do anything just to see what lay under that small loincloth that he wore under the armor. I was calming down when my people came in to treat their various scrapes. "Kiven, we need your healing skills," said the leader of the tribe and my Father, Johar.

"How many wounded?"

"Six." Not bad, I had room to spare. "Who is in the last alcove?"

"Someone who does not wished to be disturbed during this...uh... sensitive time."

"Sat on nettles, did he?" I merely smiled and let my Father think what he wanted. "You seem troubled."

"It is Winterfest and I have to be in here. What manner of creature invades on this night?"

"Goblins. A whole tribe by the looks. We found what may have been a smaller band but they were dead."

"Good. Now, if you will excuse me, I have patients to heal. Out." He chuckled and left while I made my rounds. Most of the injuries were superficial and I simple bound them and sent them on their way. One wound needed more than that and I was not happy to see it was my good friend Flora who had it. "How many times do I have to tell you not to get mangled when I'm not there?" I asked. Her leg had been mauled by one of the goblins war mounts, nasty canines with poisonous drool.

"As many as it takes until I stop." She smiled at me but it slid off her face when she looked at my face. "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've a black eye." I wondered if I had actually gotten hurt. I guess I did although I could not really feel it.

"It's nothing." I drew out the toxins with a purge and then put a diluted amount of tincture on the bandages.

"You are a horrid liar, Kiven. What happened?" I knew she would not let it go so I helped her to the last alcove.

"You promise you will tell no one else what you are about to see?" She nodded. She was the only person I ever told anything to including my attraction to men. It was rare in my people and not exactly accepted because we elves are not a fruitful lot. A child is born maybe every twenty years to the tribe, once every hundred to the woman.

I pulled back the curtain enough so the we could slip in and she covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. "Kiven, you know humans are not allowed to be in the village."

"What should I have done? Let him die in the forest where he had killed that small band with only minimal help from me? Damn the rules! I will not let this man die." She looked at me with compassion in her eyes.

"Well...he does look pretty bad. You say he killed them?"

"All but four of the thirty-two. Clubs are not very effective against hard goblin skulls." She nodded. I looked down at my hand that had unconsciously gone to the man's muscular calf.

"Oh no. Kiven you know you can't...not with a human. Treating him is one thing but..." She trailed off.

"I have done nothing yet. He lost consciousness out there." I sighed and began to massage that calf. "Does not mean I am not sorely tempted." She shook her head and left.

I stayed the night in the infirmary to make sure my patient was safe from internal and external harm. I knew he would live if he had not lost too much blood, but he was not out of the woods yet. It was nearly dawn when he stirred. I sat up and snagged the water bottle from the bed side where I had kept it. He looked over at me in confusion that broke into recognition. "You need water," I said, knowing that my accent would be thick. I cradled his head as he drank and then lay him back down.

"Was that you in the woods?"

"Yes. I not see human in years. Forgive if I not speak right." I wanted to ask him some many questions. Mainly I just wanted to stare into those eyes.

"You saved me." His voice was deep and made shivers slide up and down my sides and seemed to nestle between my legs. "Thank you."

"No thank necessary. I am Kiven of the Moonray tribe." I was checking the lump on his head. I knew it would be tender even with the aid of the tincture, but I needed to be sure it was healing.

"I am Jacob of Ivywell." That was the nearest human settlement and some two days travel from here. "How bad is it?"

"Is not bad. Tincture helps, but rest is best healer."

He nodded. "I...think I may be unable to rest. I remember that elves do not like humans."

I chuckled. "Not true. We not like humans in village, but humans not bad. Hairy, but not bad." I grinned and he smiled back. I thought his legs were the best part until I saw that smile. It brought the light of the sun into my hut and filled me with a feeling I could only describe as warm.

Then the smile slid off his face. "I'm in the village aren't I?" I nodded. "And no one knows, am I right?"

"Not right. One other knows but she no tell." He tried to sit up and I placed my hands on his broad chest to push him back. "You stay. Not healed yet."

"But you could get in trouble. I need to leave before that happens." I shook my head touched by his want to keep me from harm. I also realized I had not taken my hands off his chest and I pulled them away as I blushed. The blood from my face changed course to my groin and I had to go put on a robe lest this Jacob see what he was doing to me.

"Rest, Jacob of Ivywell. If you hunger I find you food." He nodded. I dashed out of the hut and grabbed some of the food that was still set out from the night before and went back in.

After he had eaten I left him sitting up in the cot and set about to tidy the rest of the room. "Do you live here alone?" he asked.

"I do. I am healer for village and need space." He nodded. I could feel his eyes follow me as I moved from place to place to put things to rights after the night. I could feel his gaze deep inside and it made me very aware that he had seen me naked and had not once looked away. When I returned to his bedside I pulled back the blanket to check his leg, but he snatched them from me. "Need to see leg."

"Later, it feels fine." He was turning red and I was amused to see the blush went down to his flat stomach.

"How old you? Look man in body but child in face."

"I'm twenty, but yeah I'm a little baby faced." He seemed to take it as a compliment. "You? I never could place an age to an elf."

"I am 152."

"Gods, I am always shocked to hear your people's ages. You look my age but you're old enough to have known my grandfather's grandfather when he was a lad." I smiled, catching most of what he said. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Feel pain?" I asked.

"No..."

"Feel tired?"

"No..."

"What you feel?" I asked as I felt his forehead to make sure he had not developed a fever.

"Something I have not felt in a long time." I looked into his eyes and I could see the lust therein. My insides flipped as I sat next to him an his hand slid over mine. It sent a tingle up my arm and I knew I would never be the same again. Our eyes were locked as he pulled me close for a kiss. His lips were soft and his kiss gentle. Even if I had not wanted this I could not have refused because his strength was more than mine and I was strong. He held me firmly to him with one arm while the other hand softly caressed my cheek. My hand were back on his chest and tracing the lines of muscles under the hair. 

When he let go I stayed with my face only an inch from his. Both of us were breathing heavily and I saw such desire in him that I was no longer thinking. His hand slid from my back to the tie of the robe. I watched his face as he undressed me and I knew he liked what he saw. "Gods you're beautiful. I have never seen such a perfect body." Those hand that could easily snuff out a life were so gentle when he slid them down my own chest and thigh. There was no hiding the fact that I was aroused, not when his eyes seemed locked on that spot.

I dove in for another kiss as his hand slid around my length. They were calloused in all the right places from wielding his ax and the feel of the skin against mine was like a lightning spell to my brain. I whined a bit as he ran his hand up and down my length. He stopped to play with the cleft below the head and I trembled. I was getting close to my climax and seem to know it because he stopped and made room for me to lay next to him. I was past caring about rules and even the fact that he was hurt. His mouth found mine again and I slid my hand down his back and settled on his thigh. He trailed the kisses down my neck and over my chest to my stomach and finally I felt the warmth of his mouth engulf me. I'm not small for an elf and at eight inches he seemed to have some problem taking it all in his mouth. He pulled back until just the head was in his hot mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. Any thoughts of him being inexperienced because of his age were blasted out of me head. "Aa so'tova mii!" I whimpered and I think he got the gist as I shot my essence into his eagerly waiting mouth. I had not climaxed in months and all of that pent up energy coupled with the fact that this was more taboo than he could know sent me into the embrace of Luna.

I shuddered and let out my breath as he licked the last drop from the tip. He kissed his way back up to my lips and I shared my own essence with me. It was a new experience and one I could learn to like. "Jacob, that so good." He smiled at me and I could tell he was feeling the need for his own release. I laid him back and began to nibble at his neck right below the ear. He groaned a bit but kept his hands to himself. My tongue made lazy circles as I traveled down to that wonderfully hairy chest and settled on his erect nipple. Arching his back he had me apply more pressure and nibble on it which seemed to really excite him. I had put off what I had wanted for this long and I could not put it off any longer. I untied the loincloth and pulled it off.

Gods above he was massive. I had never seen anything so big on a human or elf, maybe on a rutting stag. Ten inches long and two across, I was glad I had waited for this moment because I was too aroused to think about the pain I knew I would experience. Had I not, I would not have wanted to do what I was planning. This massive length was nestled among more ebony hair and his large nuts seemed swollen with his need. I looked up at him and I could see he did not want me to be frightened of him. Like I would let fear stop me!

I went past his length the his ankle and began to kiss and stroke my way up to the prize. He gripped the blankets as I kissed the inside of his uninjured thigh, flicking my tongue back and forth as I inched closer to my goal. His legs were by far the most arousing thing in my entire life. I could not get enough of the feel of his skin quivering as I ran my tongue from the knee area slowly upwards. "Gods, Kiven, stop teasing me." I chuckled as I did as he asked and took him in my mouth. Being my age helps because you learn a few things. When I first took him in my mouth I showed him how my tongue could bring him to the point of his climax but not let him cross over. I took every inch into my mouth and throat and he gasped out my name as he was right there, yet I would not finish it. "Why?" He asked.

"This why." I straddled his hips and let the tip rest against my anus. His eyes were half lidded and glazed as I eased myself up and down on his length to get used to the girth. His breathing was quickening and I knew he was getting close so I stopped and waited until he could breath easily. He was about to ask another question when I sat all the way down, ever inch disappearing inside of me. It felt as if my inside would burst and it came out as a guttural moan when he raised his hips to met my downward thrust. I stayed there knowing both of us would be done too soon if I moved. Our eyes locked as I leaned forward to kiss him again and he surprised me by rolling me onto my back with him on top.

He began a slow and steady rhythm that had me digging my nails into his shoulders. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. The feelings were alternating between my anus and my throat depending how deep he went.

"Yes, oh yes. Troatha aa'r," I said and he somehow knew what I was asking because he slammed all of it into me with a force that was both pleasure and pain. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he plunged in and out of my insides and there was no going back now. I would never again find his equal. I felt my own climax coming back as he began to shudder above me, his eyes glued to my own as he spilled his seed in me. I could feel the heat sear me and push me over into another intoxicating release. We stayed there until he could no longer hold himself up. He eased onto his side as he fell out of me, my hole throbbing with the brutally good pounding it had taken.

We kissed and smiled at each other as we gazed into each other's eyes. "I need get up. You need rest."

"After that I could sleep for days." I smiled and kissed him again, pulled on my robe and tucked him in. 

When I left the alcove I saw Flora standing there with a look of panic and amusement in her eyes. "You two were pretty loud. Be thankful I was able to cast a silencing spell on your hut when I heard the first groan." She spoke in Elven so Jacob could not understand. The smirk on her face made me grin. "Unrepentant toad."


Forbidden Fantasy



Locking up the office as I leave for the night, I double-check I have everything. "Blackberry?" I wave my left hand. "Handbag?" I jiggle my arm. "Car keys?" I start rummaging in my handbag looking for them, replacing them with the office bunch as I take them out. Checking again that the door is locked, I head off towards my car, jingling the keys happily in my hand as my heels click on the pavement.

As I approach my car, I unlock it with the remote, making the headlights flash in response. I pick up my pace, open the car door, and lean in, placing my paperwork, handbag and phone on the passenger side.

Getting back out, I walk to the boot. I hear a cough from somewhere within the multi-story car park, as I'm making my way around my car. I ignore it and carry on to the back of the car, opening the boot and taking out my ballet pumps, dropping them on the floor, I slide my heels off and slip in to my flats.

Placing my heels inside the boot, I walk back 'round to the driver's side. A quick sweeping glance around the car park reveals a shadowed figure standing by a pillar. I climb into the car and fondle around for the ignition switch. A loud crack scares the shit out of me. I look up so see my windscreen shattered. "What the f...."

Then I see the figure at the side of my door. Panic sets in. I can see he is big, muscular, built and strong. "C... Can I help you?" I ask tentatively.

"Yes you can," he growls back at me, leaning into the car, grabbing my arm and pulling me out. "You are going to be my bitch!"

The fear instantly erupts within me. I begin to choke on my words I try to beg for my life with.

"Shut the fuck up, or I will shut you up permanently!" His hands around my waist. I can feel his erection through his jeans, digging into my ass. His hot breath on my neck, as he raises one hand and grabs a handful of my hair. I yelp as he does this, biting my lip hard as I remember the recent threat. 

I have to fight, I say to myself, as he turns me and throws me against the car. I bring my knee up to collide with his erection. Growling with pain, his anger intensified, he pins me to the car hard, dragging his hands up between my thighs, pulling my skirt up fast. I hear it split at the back, tearing under the strain.

"Please don't do this, I will give you my bag, phone, whatever you want." I beg.

He looks me straight in the eye and laughs.

"What have I done? Why are you doing this to me?" I plea.

His blue eyes stare me down as he grins maliciously. His hand finds my panties, pulls them violently down as he starts rubbing my clit. The urgency of the situation conveyed through his touch. His hot lips and breath on my neck as he starts biting hard. I groan, the pain ripping through me, my pussy betraying me with every passing second. My wetness evident, as his fingers push their way inside. I gasp, desperately not wanting this, but my body responding to his touch. It's an internal conflict I can't even begin to put into words.

"You are wet. You must be enjoying this bitch," he grunts. His hand violates me harder and he pushes me onto the car as my legs turn to jelly. 

How could my body betray me like this? I'm angry at the heat pulsating between my legs, desperately wishing it would stop, as his hand manipulates me in a way I never knew possible. As he leans over me, I bite his shoulder as hard as I can, not sure whether I break skin or not, but biting regardless. This gets a reaction I wasn't expecting, and he throws me onto the bonnet of the car, his hand rips my panties off completely with one swift move.

He undoes his belt and slides down his trousers. His hard cock stands proudly in the cool air. "You will be screaming for more," he whispers menacingly in my ear, as he bites down my neck, as he violently separates my legs and moves towards me.

I begin creeping up the bonnet away from him, but he sees this and places his hands on my hips to keep me still as he rams his cock into my wet pussy. A gasp escapes me. The tightness of my pussy around his girth makes me moan hard. As he begins pumping into me, my breathing becomes ragged. I grip his neck, digging my nails in as hard as I can, moaning desperately, the heat within me rising, a scream starting to form in my throat... "No!" Being all I can manage to say, my arms and legs start to tremble as an orgasm builds deep within me. "Holy fuck."

He looks at me and grins. A perfect smile, white teeth and a little bit of blonde stubble. "Scream for me bitch." He sneers, his breath hot in my face. He grabs a handful of my hair, as he pounds my pussy harder still, my wetness increasing with every stroke.

I look up at him, now desperate for him not to stop. "Oh, holy fuck!" My breathing now staggered, coming out in pleasure-sighs. I want to scream from the pain as he bites my nipple. His hands are all over me. Taking me. As I feel my orgasm building, I desperately try to fight it... I think about biting his shoulder again, making myself known. But then I decide against it remembering where I am, remembering what is happening to me, and fearing for my safety. I rake my nails down his back instead. Feeling the skin peel away as I drag my fingers down, wanting him to experience pain. The yelp he let escape told me all I needed to know.

Anger burning up inside him, he was obviously shocked that I had started fighting back. He pins my hands to the car, and begins pounding me so brutally that I can't help but yelp. It feels like his cock is going to come all the way through my pussy and out through my mouth.

Feeling his body tighten under me, I know he is close. I push myself to my elbows, wrapping my arms around him. Grinding my pelvis into him, his groans of pleasure audible as I begin to ride him. "What are you doing?" he exclaims, as shock etches his handsome face.

"Enjoying it!" I say with a grin.

"What are you breaking character for you silly bint?" He places his hands around my waist, kissing me passionately.

"Because I want to take you home and do this properly, with the ropes." I wink as he begins to climax.

Feeling close but not close enough, I start rubbing my clit, maintaining eye contact as he continues to pound me hard.

"Love you."

"Love you too, you soppy tart."



Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 02



Thanks so much for the positive feed back. By popular demand, here is the next segment. IT has a bit more romance, some of Jacob's back story and hopefully some more action. Enjoy!

"So, brother of my soul, will you introduce us, or shall I tell your father?" I knew she was kidding about the father part, but him meeting her was suddenly scary. Flora was so much more attractive than I, both physically and socially. I was a healer, she a wizard. My father was the chief, hers the tribal elder. I was too muscular and tall, she was willowy and graceful and petite. She could dance and speak his language perfectly, I could not dance and my command over his language was atrocious. "Are thinking I am better than you again? You have that look."

"You know me so well." Too well.

"Yes, I do. If this...human," she shuddered upon saying that word, "is that fickle I would not let him share the same air with you." I had to grin. She always knows how to lift my spirits.

I led her to the curtained alcove and peeked my head in. Jacob was looking like he was asleep, but his eye opened a crack. He grinned at me and rolled onto his back, exposing the injured thigh. "My friend want meet you. She like sister...bossy older sister who no take no for answer."

"Your human tongue is horrid, Kiven," she said in his tongue flawlessly.

Jacob looked mildly put off by the words, but he nodded. I pulled her quickly in and I watched as her eyes lost their focus. She was staring at his eyes. She seemed almost charmed, even enchanted. Then she shook it away. "I will start by saying, friend of Kiven. I may be a lowly human, but I would prefer it if you did not insult him even playfully in my presence. He saved my life and I would not care if he were a mute or a dullard, no one will insult him." It came out in a tightly controlled voice that was a bit of a growl. I had to blink in amused awe. I knew the fire that burned in him, I had seen it in battle and felt it in bed. Flora was struck speechless...

...which lasted all of two heart beats. "He'll do. I'm Flora, by the way. How is you leg?"

Jacob nodded as if that were enough. These two seemed to have an understanding already. "It is better than I thought it should be, but then Kiven seems to be a very excellent healer. I'm Jacob of Ivywell." Jacob's eyes turned to me and he smiled. I wanted nothing more to feel those powerful arms around me.

"He is at that. I do not know how many times he's patched me up." She grinned at me, seeing the look in my eyes, knowing that I was fast falling for this human. "What, Jacob of Ivywell, were you doing in the woods with goblins?" I wanted to shush her. It was none of her business and none of mine. He could be in the forest if he chose and he was killing the goblins, his motive was above reproach.

"Hunting them. The tribe attacked my village and I was seeking my revenge." It was a perfectly honorable reason and one I could have guessed by his defense of me. He was filled with strong emotions, almost a berserker in battle save for the cold and calculated maneuvers. When he went at something he did not do it half way. I knew all of this, knew it as surely as I knew my own feeling for him.

"I am grieved to hear of your village. It must have been very recent for I had not heard they were attacked." His jaw clenched a few times and he nodded. "Will they need aide?"

"No, the village will recover well without the goblin raids." His pain was very real and I laid my hand on his shoulder as I sat down. He must have lost loved ones to this attack. Elves knew about suffering and losing loved ones. As long lived as we were we could be killed quite easily with certain weapons. There was a war hundreds of years ago between many races. Elves and Dwarves were allied against humans and the dragons chose to stay "neutral". They chose to kill both sides. The adaptive humans fared far better than the others, they being a very fruitful lot. Their populations grew even as ours dwindled. They took our lost lands, we pulled in our borders. We elves had grown to tolerate humans, but the betrayal of the dragons, who gave the humans cold iron weapons to kills us, can never be forgiven. "I...am very surprised by your compassion. I was always taught that elves were aloof and cold."

"Perhaps towards humans as a whole. Towards individuals we are quite capable of showing the full range of emotions, I assure you." He smiled to push away the bad thoughts and her breath caught. She was not immune to his charms either. "I should let you rest. You are in the best of hands...and other body parts." She laughed when the both of us turned a few shades of red. I looked at his face and I could tell he was not at all unhappy about it either. She left with only the slightest limp and stifling her giggles.

"She is...a lot to take in."

"I've known her 100 years. She still has new parts I not know." I caressed his cheek, the hairs still fine and soft as a doe. He leaned into the touch and smiled up at me. "You rest. Check on you in a while." He nodded and rolled over onto his stomach. Another oddity. Elves sleep flat on our back and stiff as a tree. I could not stop how my eyes slid to his ample backside. It was round and firm, solid muscle overlaid with just enough padding to round it out. The sheet covered him from the waist down and although I knew what lay beneath I could not help but become aroused again. I had never been this...virile. Elves were just not this way. No one else I knew could even get this much arousal in the same month let alone the same day.

I slipped away and fled to my own walled off room adjacent to the infirmary. I closed the door and sagged against it. My heart was fluttering in what I knew was the start of something I could never hope to finish. I knew I could never be with him how my heart wanted. Not only would both of our peoples take up arms my heart could not handle having him for so short of a time as fifty years. To my reckoning that was not even a tenth of my life, and if I lived a long life for an elf it was not even a twentieth, possibly not a thirtieth if I lived as long as Flora's father. My heart could not handle loving him.

But I wanted to so much. I wanted so much to have those years, fleeting as they were. I have never wanted anything so much in my life. I would give up everything to be with him. I would leave the woods, leave my people if he was not welcomed here. I had not known him for a full day and I wanted him so much it was frightening. I would call it fascination with the unknown, but I would not give up my people for mere fascination.

It was well into the day when I brought in something for him to eat. I woke him with a gentle kiss and he rolled over with a smile."Here food." I helped prop him up so he could eat comfortably. "How feel you?"

"I can't believe my leg is this painless. You must have strong magic." He dove into the rabbit and berries like a starving man. Tincture will do that if too much is used.

"No magic, just herbal knowledge. Flora is aa'mak, not me." He looked confused for a moment. "Aa'mak is magic user." He nodded then. When he finished eating I set the plate to the side and stood. "Time to test leg." He nodded and threw back the covers, exposing every part of his anatomy I wanted to see. I held out my hand for him to take and I helped him to his feet. He winced only a bit as he put his weight on his legs, but my mouth opened in awe. I had completely forgotten how tall he was. I was tall for an elf, but he was taller than most humans. He smiled down at me and slid his arms around my waist. There was something in his eyes that said he was very glad I was there and it made my pulse quicken. "How is leg?"

"It hurts, but I can stand." I nodded and pulled away. As much as I wanted to stay in his arms I needed to check to see if he was well enough to walk. I had to get him out of the village before anyone else saw him. He took a few tentative steps towards me, his gait a limping hobble, but he could move about. He was panting with effort even after the four steps. I nodded and helped him back to the cot to sit. "That must have been some wound."

"Down to the artery. I need take off bandage." He stood again and I quickly removed the wrapping and look at it. There was no infection, which was good, and the wound was not going to leave too much of a scar. I gingerly touched the area and the leg twitched. That momentary flexing made part of me twitch too and I was glad I was wearing a robe. "I not bad. Healing fine. Let air out for a bit then re-wrap it." He nodded and sat down again. I slipped out of the alcove to get him something to wear as small clothes. When I went back in he was reclining again. "Here. Wear if you want." He looked at the breachclout and shook his head. I shrugged and left it on the table next to him.

I was doing my best to be clinical, but I could not stop myself from going to his bedside and caressing his face as I leaned in for a kiss. He returned it with a smoldering passion I had never encountered in an elf. If he had his way he would be kissing me for hours, that is what his lips told me. If I had my way I would kiss him for the rest of his natural life. As I pulled away he pulled me into the cot with him. "How do you do it?" I looked at him quizzically. "I have not felt this alive in years." His eyes took a distant look. "It was a goblin raid that took my beloved from me. I had asked a young lady to help me with the one thing I could not get; a child. I wanted someone to raise and care for and she was happy to help, she'd done the same for other couples who could not have a child." I nodded. It was very common in the more prolific species and humans the worst. Half their children died before their first year. He wore a sad smile. "She became dear to me, but nothing more than a very good friend and the mother of my two girls." The smile he wore was one of fond memories. "They were my jewels, my princesses. Twins as alike as apple pips. They were two years old when the goblins raided. They and their mother died." I reached up and wiped away a tear. "I was fifteen then. I...it was the first time I had killed anything. I killed with my wood ax and stood numb as I watched the killers die of mortal wounds I had inflicted.

"Since then I have trained everyday against the time I will kill every goblin I come across. I have never found a measure of relief, a moment of humanity. Then I open my eyes to see you and it's like...I found something that was untouched by the evil in the world." I smiled at the oblique compliment. He had seen my caring side only. I was by far one of the more wicked of my people. I killed many creatures simply to remove a possible threat to someone or thing I cared for whether or not that particular creature deserved it. "You find that comment amusing?"

"I not that pure, Jacob."

"Kiven, do you kill for the sake of killing? For the fun of it? For greed? To hear the creature scream and beg for mercy?" I shook my head at each question. "Then you are not evil. Every kill you have dealt has been as swift as possible, I bet." I nodded again. He seemed to see directly into my soul, knowing how I acted even so soon after meeting me. "You are a good person, Kiven. So different from what I had learned of elves. You...give me hope for a brighter day. For that you have my thanks and my love."

He had said it! He had said the most powerful word in all of living. He loved me. There was nothing I wanted to hear more. "Jacob, I not speak you language well to say what I want."

"If you speak Dwarven I know that as well."

I hid my shock well, I think. Most humans find other languages hard to get right. I smiled an switched to Dwarven. "My friend, I am very glad to have saved you. You have filled me with more happiness in these past hours than I have ever felt. I found in you the part of my heart I have been missing." He smiled at me and at how formal I was being. There was Dwarven and there was Dwarven. The common dialect would not do for something like this. "I was not whole until you came into my life." The next tear I wiped away was one of joy. I switched back to his native tongue. "You make me happy. I love you."

"Kiven?" came my Father's voice from the entryway. My eyes widened and I slipped out of the alcove making sure the curtains hid every part of Jacob.

"Yes, my Father?"

"I have to tell you that more goblins have been sited along Tiradel Pass and to expect wounded. The whole tribe except for the youngsters will be going." He left then and I could see through the door that he was not lying. Every able bodied elf was preparing for battle, wearing cold, determined faces like armor. I shut the door and began to gather everything I would need. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt one of the aa'mak open a portal to the Pass. I knew when it closed because there was an audible snap.

"Jacob, we need to get you out of now," I said in Dwarven.

"I heard. I need to get up to that pass." He threw back the curtains to show he was wearing his armor and huge ax.

"No way! You are staying here." I realize how silly I sounded saying he needed to leave and then told him he had to stay here.

"Kiven, please! One of them might lead me to the tribe that killed my people!" I knew why he had wanted to go but he would be killed in his weakened condition...but how could I say no when he was pleading with his eyes? Gods above they were so eloquent when he felt strongly. "Please."

I left the infirmary and found the person I knew would be here still. "Flora, I need a portal to the Pass." She looked at me like I was insane. "It's that or my patient is probably going to walk."

"What? In his condition?" I nodded. She let out a very foul expletive that I was glad no elf child had heard. "Let me guess he used his eyes." I nodded. "Fine." She limped quickly into the infirmary. "Jacob, of Ivywell, listen well. If you go and get yourself killed and hurt my soul sibling I will torture your spirit for the rest of my life. Do you hear me?" He nodded with a cynical smirk on his face. "Then stand still." She began to cast a spell that I knew she only used in dire need. This was not dire need, his life was not threatened. This need was a matter of the heart, mine. His entire body began to glow a bright white as her healing spell began to take effect. All the little hurts I had dismissed were closing and healing before my eyes, the leg not as much because of the tincture's healing properties. She ended the incantation and shook her head. The spell took a lot out of her. "You will have maybe an hour before you collapse. Most of the energy for that came from you, so use your time well." He nodded as I grabbed my war mace, a wicked spiked club of metal ensorcelled to always strike a clean kill. I also pulled on my battle leathers and a light breastplate. A half-helm went on my head and plate boots.

When I rejoined Jacob Flora was nearly completed with her spell. "I thought elves wore no armor."

"This from the War." He nodded. "I good fighter, but I am needed to heal. Besides, someone watch your back." He nodded. He was also checking me out. I admit to some conceit that I look good in the armor. The hairs on my neck stood up and between us and Flora was a portal made for standard travel, not like the one the entire tribe which had to be open for a lot longer.

"Meet up with the tribe or its a very long walk back." A day at an elf's jog no human could hope to match. We ran through and into the perpetual snows of the Tiradel Pass. 

We were atop the canyon wall looking down at the goblin tribes marching lines. This was odd enough because goblins did not march and they had no order in the tribe except a pecking order. Plus there were at least seven tribes out there when goblins did not band together. Something was wrong here and I could tell Jacob knew this also. His eyes were searching for some sign. "There," he whispered so softly even my keen ears almost missed it over the winds that howled year round through the Pass. He was pointing to one of the goblin tribes, one of the largest I had ever seen. At least twenty thousand strong, it would take my whole tribe to bring just that one down. I could see that these goblins wore some sort of marking in there armor, a black claw. It tickled in the back of my memory, that black claw, but I could not call the information forth. I nodded and we slipped down the way and I readied one of the few inherent spells I had.

"Hold on," I mouthed and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I leaped off the wall and enacted the spell. We slowed as we fell and became feather light as we touched down silently in the snow behind the goblins. He let go and nodded at the three in the back. He was so focused on this that I was worried for him.

With more speed that I would have given him credit for he dashed up and struck to knock out not kill. When I got there he had pulled out a coil of rope from his small pack and bound them tightly. Once they were secured he stood and looked at me, a fire burning within the depths of his eyes and I knew what he was planning even before he lifted his weapon. The unusual part was how I raised my own. I was not here for blood, but I could see why he was driven. Goblins were rapacious murders hellbent on killing and pillaging anything they could. It would be doing the world a favor to rid it of a few more of them. My grip tightened and I gave a curt nod before we stealthily began picking of the back goblins one by one. His mighty ax simply cleaved them in twain from shoulder to hip. They had no chance to even cry out before they died.

I raced to the other edge to start there, my mace slamming down in the back of the skull where the brain met the spine. I would not have chosen that spot, but my mace did. It would only strike clean kills. I danced to the next kill and spun onto the next even before the body fell to the snow to leak its crimson life force and stain it. There was a time where I rolled past Jacob as we switched sides and he merely stepped over me as if he knew I would do just that. Our dance of death was silent, stealthy and working until one goblin turned his head to sneeze and saw Jacob wading through their ranks. He raised the alarm and the goblins spun far faster than I would have ever thought they could. These were no ordinary goblins, they were trained and honed to the best edge they could be. The fought as well as any human could, a feat I would have said was impossible for a goblin. Our weapons flashed in the sun and glinted off the walls. The roars of the goblins echoed around and almost covered the sound of our weapons clanging. I was faced off against five goblins and I twirled around with a kick and I slammed down the mace at the same time in the opposite direction. Two dropped, one dead the other with a broken nose, and I pirouetted out of the way of a slice.

Jacob was spinning his ax faster than any human could and he was leaving dead goblins by the dozens in his wake. I had speed on my side, but his powerful body was in top condition and he just left carnage wherever he went. He had taken a few scratches, but nothing I could see that was going to need attention. One goblin got in a lucky parry an but that only delayed the inevitable because Jacob simply brought the other side to bear and removed the goblin's head.

The canyon was filled with a loud thrum that seemed to come from everywhere. I grabbed Jacob by the shoulder and threw him to the side as a thousand arrows fell into the ranks. I joined him and sidled to the side to go tend to our prisoners. My tribe was there now and would finish what we had started. He saw that when the first ball of fire the size of a horse rained down on the foe. With a look of frustration he took a breath and quelled his temper to help me. "Your people are efficient," he said with grudging respect. "I can see why my people have feared yours for generations."




Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 02



"Do you fear us?"

"By us you mean you. No, I do not fear you." He smiled as we got to our catch. "At least, not unless you have that mace in your hand." Is smiled and gave him a pat on the back that could be seen as merely friendly but he would understand was more. One of the goblins was awake and struggling. "Quit struggling or I will kill you slowly." he said in their guttural language. It only made sense he would learn the tongue, but this was his third one he knew.

"You'll kill me anyway," it spat back.

"Maybe not. You will answer my questions or I will kill you." He delivered his ultimatum with a hard voice.

"You will all die in the coming of Ingalome'stracazillio!" he yelled. What in the Nine Hells was that?

"Then he is on the move?" Jacob knew who this person was. Perhaps it was the name of the tribal leader who had attacked his village. The goblin stayed silent. "Answer me!" he yelled. No answer came. With coldness born of trauma Jacob pulled out a knife and cut off one finger. The goblin jerked in pain but kept silent. Whoever this Ingalome'stracazillio was had trained these goblins for torture. Jacob cut another finger off and the goblin twitched, his brow breaking out in sweat in an effort to not talk.

I had to stop this. "Jacob, he obviously is not talking your way. Shall I try mine?" My tone was as frosty as the air around us. "Perhaps once I have invaded his mind he will talk. Of course I could take this pain he has felt and trap him in it for eternity once you've killed him." Jacob looked at me and nodded with a sinister grin. I pulled out my healer's kit and a thick black paste I used during burials in the field. It was just soot mixed with wax and fat, nothing special except in the ritual use. "Hold his head while I paint the symbol that will open his mind to me."

"I'll talk!" the goblin said prudently. "He's coming. He's coming back."

Jacob nodded. "From where and how long until he does?"

"From the Swamps of Sorrows and I don't know. I swear on filth and grime." A solemn goblinoid oath if there ever was one. I made as if to still paint the symbol but the goblin seemed to give up. I saw he had lost too much blood to stay conscious.

"Nice job, Kiven. I never would have guessed you were bluffing," I smiled.

"I could not stand to see him suffer. A clean kill is better than torture. Why is this man so important?"

He stayed silent for a moment, seeming to be arguing inside on whether to tell me. "He is no man. He is a dragon of the foulest kind. An evil black that not only killed scores of humans, elves, Dwarves and the innocent creatures of the fae, he turned on his own kind and slew a hundred dragons before he was banished by a very powerful human wizard. He vowed to get revenge on the wizard and his loved ones. That wizard was from Ivywell. Ingalome'stracazillio sent the Black Claw clan to wipe it out." So that was why these goblins seemed to be so organized. They were controlled by a dragon. "Now he is on his way back since the banishment ended with the death of the wizard. No one will be safe."

"Why? We elves have survived and I could bully my Father into helping."

"To kill him is to end the curse on the dragons. Or I should say dragon. A great red, a mere wyrmling compared to Ingalome'stracazillio, but still he was old when the War was fought. He is trapped by the black. This red is the last dragon once the black is dead." I blinked in shock. No more dragons? It sounded too good to be true, but I knew that a world without dragons is a doomed world. All sentient life needed dragons else they would look elsewhere for a common enemy. While there was at least one dragon there would be an ultimate enemy that all life had to fear and put aside all other squabbles to conquer. 

"The world would decay faster. We would destroy it and ourselves with our wars." He nodded. "How do you know all this? I mean you are so young to grasp such a concept."

He chuckled. It was a lifeless laugh. "I am older than my years, trust me. When Ingalome'stracazillio moves he will strike fast and hard. If he is killed then the last dragon is freed and...I don't know what he will do." One would think he would be grateful, but dragons were known to be touchy about debt. If a dragon owed you he may kill you so he did not have to owe you any more. "Yet to let that monster live is to make hi a threat for every generation until he was killed."

"Kiven, what are you doing here?" My Father was coming over stepping over fallen goblin bodies that we had killed.

"Flora said I would be needed here." He nodded, not second guessing my words where Flora was concerned. "Father, this is Jacob. He has been following the movements of these goblins. Half of that is his work." Jacob got the hint. I was speaking Elven to be more formal and less familiar with him. If it hurt him he did not show it.

"You fight well, human. Why track goblins?" My Father's tone was polite, but there was no warmth. He was not fond of any human although this one he was treating with more respect than he would have any except a child who had yet to learn right from wrong.

"They were responsible for the death of my people. I came to find out who sent them and to get what revenge I could, Tribal Chieftain." Naming his rank was a phenomenal stroke of diplomacy and it eased my father a bit.

"An understandable motive. You have prisoners I see, and one dead."

"Died during questioning that Healer Kiven helped with. My methods are crude and his got answers before the little creep died from the wounds I had inflicted." Him praising my help was another political move, but I still felt the warmth of the praise.

"And? Please share what you have learned."

"Father, now is not the time. I'm sure there are wounded for me to tend and it is cold enough to freeze the blood in the veins." He nodded. "I am sure the human would also like to get somewhere warmer. Perhaps Tanner Elfriend's old cabin since he cannot come into the village." Tanner had been the last human to see our home but that was almost a hundred years ago. The cabin was only an hour's walk over easy terrain.

"You speak wisdom, son." Johar turned back to Jacob. "My thanks to your help here. Would you be willing to come south to guest in our forest until your own wounds have healed and you tale told?"

Jacob bowed at the waist. "I would be honored. I understand this is not common." My father nodded and turned to go back to the tribe. When I knew he was out of earshot I sighed. "He is a very stern elf." I nodded. "He does not know you prefer men, does he?" At that I shook my head. "And this gives you reason to come some place where we could be alone." I smiled and nodded. "You are tricky, Kiven, very tricky."

I came to the cabin late into the night after I had seen to the more critically injured patients. I was dead tired, but I still needed to see to Jacob's injuries. The cabin had be kept up in honor of the elfriend and his sacrifice to save the lives of a band of elves from an orcish horde. The man had been crippled the rest of his days, but he was given the cabin and our eternal gratitude, as well as the ear of the Tribal Elders concerning human matters. When I knocked on the door it opened immediately and I was pulled into the arms of my love as the door shut. He lifted me off the ground and kissed me so passionately I whimpered. "Is everyone going to live?"

"We lost one elf. She could not live after losing that much blood, but she died saving four others. Her song will be sung in the family histories of each she saved." He set me down and held me. It had been a long night and we had lost one of our own. I needed to be held and he sensed that. "Damned goblins."

"Your common speech seems to have improved."

"I was just out of practice." He chuckled and led me to the bed where he laid me down and stretched out next to me. I had never set foot in the cabin even when Tanner was alive and I was a bit surprised who well it was furnished. An actual feather bed, which was so soft I was drifting off to sleep, and a stone hearth made it feel like a palace.

"Did you wish to sleep here tonight?" I nodded and he helped me out of my light clothing and into the bed again. I lay on my back and he smiled. He tucked me in and made up a pallet on the floor.

"Am I putting you out of your bed?" I asked but it came out as a yawn.

"Yes, but the healer needs healing." He smoothed back the hair from my brow and kissed it lightly. "Sleep well and wake, my love." I was so close to sleep I could not reply, but I smiled.

I awoke and wondered where I was and why I was on my side. I never slept on my side, no elf did. I also did not dream. Elves did not sleep per se, but we went into a meditative trance where we dreamed much the same way humans did. I had not dreamed and I slept on my side. When I looked down at the pallet where Jacob had slept he was not in it. I sat up and felt groggy. I never woke groggy. What was happening to me? When I looked around I found Jacob in the kitchen area staring out the window. His brow was creased in thought and his eyes troubled. I could tell he was thinking about the dragon, no other thought would be that bleak. He must have sensed I was watching because he looked over and smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

"I don't know. I've never woken groggy." He looked momentarily concerned. "It is nothing. Come, let me get this medical exam out of the way." He came over and gave me a sensual smile as he untied the robe he wore. Seeing him strip was so arousing I could not help the smile that tugged at one side of my mouth. Seeing his muscular body made me have to take a breath to steady my nerves or I would forget all about the exam. I slid my hand gently up the inside of his thigh where the older wound was looking no better but no worse. His rock hard thigh quivered and his large member twitched and started to lengthen. I stood and circled around to look at the small cuts and a really nasty bruise on his left side if only so I did not get distracted. "Any of this hurt more than it should?" He nodded. "Where?" I should have known the answer as he took my hand and pulled me around to his front again.

"There appears to be some swelling." I snickered and wrapped my hand around it, my attention fully on the "problem." His eyes closed as I stroked up and down.

"Is there any sensation when I do this?" I was grinning.

"Yeah, it sends a shock into my backside." I giggled as a small moan escaped his lips.

"How about this?" I got on my knees and licked a drop of juice from the tip. He shuddered and could not speak for a moment.

In that moment a knock came at the door. I squeaked and was diving for my clothes before he realized why. "I'm going to kill whoever is there," he growled. He pulled on a pair of breaches and a long shirt, made sure I was dressed and opened the door. "Oh...You picked a hell of a time to stop by Flora." I groaned.

"I know," she said with a giggle. "I came to warn you the the chief will be here shortly. I figured you would not want to be caught in an uncompromising position."

"How short is shortly?"

"Thirty minutes." She was enjoying this, the sadistic vixen. I went to the door and yanked it open.

"Stall him or I will make you rue the day your parent conceived you." She laughed and went skipping off into the woods. I slammed the door and saw Jacob laughing. Silently. "What is so funny?"

"You. She knew exactly what was going on and came to warns us, in her own peculiar fashion. She had every thought to stall the chief, her way, but she could resist getting under your skin." I took a look at it from his perspective and chuckled. She doing that and I reacted exactly like she wanted. "Now, where were we?" I smiled and flung my robe in what looked like a general direction but it closed the shutters to the window. "Nice."

"The robe shot, or the other?" asked I as I helped him out of his clothes. The interruption was something I had not wanted but it had cooled the fire a bit. Both of us were calmer, more ready to proceed with this at a more leisurely pace. My fingers ran through the dense curls on his chest while his toyed with my own chest.

"Both. I have got to say I like this combination." I looked up into his eyes. "The muscles and the grace. A human's dense muscles with all the beauty, grace and speed of an elf." I had never looked at it that way, I had always thought I was just beefy for an elf. But if he liked it I would not change a thing.

I eased back down to my knees and resumed my oral examination. I cupped his balls in my hand and slowly rolled them over my fingers. I could feeling them churning lazily in my palm as his length became engorged. Watching the resting serpent grow was kind of funny, but I would not laugh...now. His head was bowed so he could watch as my tongue slithered out to taste the drop that had formed. Those eyes were filled with a hunger that would never be quenched only satisfied for the moment. My tongue made lazy circles around then head and he gasped quietly. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I wrapped my mouth around the tip and rolled my tongue around as I inched my way down. His hands clenched into fists so to not go where he wanted then to be; the back of my head. Human or elf, all men did this. I took his hand and moved it to where he so badly wanted to put it. That infinitely strong hand was gentle as he ran his fingers through my hair. I was taking my time and he knew it, but I think he had other plans. 

His hips began a slow, easy pumping motion that I could adjust my rhythm to and I was able to get at least half of him in my mouth before my gag reflex took over. Having to never deal with anything larger than six inches I never learned to still my gag reflex, but I would sure love to try. "Kiven?" he voice quavered out. I looked up at him. "If you don't stop I'm going to..."

"I want you to," said I as I pulled off for a moment before diving back down to show him a few new tricks. His knees gave out but I was ready to catch him and did not let him leave my mouth for a second. His breathing was deep and quickening, the main event was almost here. His hand clenched in my hair as his first volley filled my mouth with warm juices. It was salty like a good beef broth mixed with currants and wild cherries, a sweetness that with the second blast made it my new favorite blend of tastes. He trembled as he finished and I milked that last few drop by sheer suction. I eased him to the floor and smiled down. His eyes were half-lidded and I could see that hunger was lessened but not gone. "There are a few more tests I will want to make at a later date, but the stress test confirms you will live."

He chuckled weakly and pulled me atop him. He kissed me, his tongue snaking in my mouth to taste himself. I do not know how someone so young could be so good at so many things. Languages, fighting, love making, all of them took years to do well unless you started with raw talent. "I would ask how you are so good, but I suspect it is years of training."

"Many moons." He chuckled and wrapped his legs around my waist. My eyes widened as my still erect member seemed perfectly in line with his rear. I looked at him questioningly and he nodded. I was so slick with drops of my own juices that we needed no oil or lotion to smooth the entry. I teased as I eased in. I expected him to wince in pain like every other partner I had ever had, few though they were. All he did was tighten the grip with his legs and pulled me all the way in. I saw stars flash before my eyes as for the first time someone had taken every inch. Full penetration, I thought, was highly over rated...but now that I have felt it I realize what they meant. The all encompassing warmth and moistness was so phenomenal that I had to stop. He was smiling up at me.

"Is that the first time you've gone all the way in?" I nodded. He chuckled which made his muscles contract and I gasped. "I'm glad that you were my healer. If no elf can take you they would be killed by me." I laughed and slid out a little. My pace was set to be easy as I had learned, but with Jacob nothing was ever done easy. "Are you going to fuck me or just tickle me?" I gave him a grin and slammed into him. His eyes flew open and the rolled back. "That's what I'm talking about." This pace, poor jacob, I could keep up and it really did nothing but keep me hard. The slow rhythm was more my shattering point but this would last longer than we had. I slowed down but kept the power and full penetration. His legs clenched around my waist as I hit the spot over and over, his member growing again. I sped up to bring him closer to his climax, but he was closer than I thought and spilled his seed all over his stomach and lower chest. The clenching of his muscles, that delicious tightening, sent me over the edge. I screwed my eyes tight and saw splashes of color as every drop I had was blasted all over his insides. I fell atop him and his arms came around me. "If your Father was not on his way I would keep you like this all morning." I nodded and gave him a kiss before pushing to my knees and then my feet.

We had no time to dally, even though Father could damn well wait! 

Thanks for reading. If you want to see what happens next or have any comments drop me a line.



Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 03



Thank you for staying with this so far. It's rough going, but I hope to keep you interested. Sorry it has been such a long time since the last installment, but reality intrudes where fantasy lays. So read on...

~Kevin~

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I was washed up and dressed before Father showed. I was glad that Flora was able to give us that much time because to my Father's perceptive mind he would know something was up as I was normally meticulously groomed whenever I visited a patient, even if I had to stay there over night. "Here he comes," said Jacob in the same tone I would have used if it were a rampaging boar. I nodded and was sitting at the table when Father and two of the tribal elders knocked on the door. 

"How are you this morning, Jacob of Ivywell?" They stepped into the cabin when he invited them in and the only one not surprised to see me already there was father. "I see you had to make sure he was sound, Kiven."

"Of course Father. Elders," I said with a formal bow. They returned it, a bit flustered by me being here. Something told me they were planning something that I would not have approved of. I may not have official say in the council, but when a patient was concerned my word was law.

"I am well. Healer Kiven is a credit to your race and his teachers." Father nodded as if it would be no other way. "Won't you please sit? I feel as if I should be asking your permission. Again I thank you for your hospitality."

"Think nothing of. We are truly honored you agreed. Not many would have gone to lengths you did to seek to avenge a wrong." Jacob nodded to the praise. "Your injuries do not seem to have given you cause for lost sleep."

"No, but what Healer Kiven was able to find out did. If I repeat anything you know please stop me." They nodded, seeing that this would be over faster if they did know something. "You know of the Dragon wars." They nodded so he left that part unsaid. " Ingalome'stracazillio is coming back." Only one elder gasped, and he was by far the oldest one there. He may have been alive when the war was fought. "I will let you fill the other Honored Elders in at you own leisure. He comes from the Swamps of Sorrows and most of the goblins Healer Kiven and I slew were sent by him to destroy Ivywell. I have vowed to destroy that clan to the goblin or die trying. But with Ingalome'stracazillio on the move it seems such a paltry thing. With that fell black dragon gone the Black Claw will fall into disarray and disband.

"There is also the red to consider." This made them confused.

"Father, Honored Elders, Jacob of Ivywell and I have learned of a great Red dragon held prisoner by Ingalome'stracazillio. Should the black be killed it will only free another dragon...the last dragon." Shocked looks were passed around by the elves. They knew that no dragons meant that the races would no longer band together against that single foe. Magic would decline without the balance, and then the world would die much faster. 

"I see," said my father, and I did not doubt that he did see. "Is there a time that this wyrm will come?"

"Not that that filth knew. If he has this many goblins on his side then it must be soon. I cannot tell you what to do, Honorable Elders, but I plan to hunt this beast down and slay it. The red should be grateful and maybe consent to enter a long slumber." They all scoffed at that idea. Left idle for so long the Great Red would not consent to this and they knew it. "My counsel, should you wish to hear it, is to prepare the goodly races. Only together can we destroy this beast and its minions."

"The Elves will stand against it," my father said with finality and I knew they would do it. Even the Lost Elves, those of the black skin, would not tolerate a world where they had to hide in fear even in their lightless homes beneath the ground. 

"And the dwarves most likely. The humans and halflings may be a problem as they're spread far and wide, but we all know the kzinti will be in the front line." I was glad that Flora's father had remembered the cat people whose hatred of dragons was so deep they would kill their entire race to bring down the last dragons.

"Do not forget the Centaurs. Their bows will be needed." Elves and centaurs were allied tentatively and the contests of archery when we met were always excellent. My father turned to Jacob and nodded. "Your advice is good, Jacob of Ivywell. If you do plan to track this beast to its lair then it behooves me to make sure you have the best of what me may supply. Our smiths will come..."

"Father, please pardon the interruption, but it is a two hour hike from the village to here," I said in Elven to once again remove myself from any closeness with Jacob, "and longer if they carry enough to outfit a human of his size."

"Then what do you suggest, son?" His tone said he knew what I was going to say.

"The ban must be lifted." The elders all spoke as one, my father's eyes boring into mine but I did not back down. Letting them get it out I waited, then I slammed my fist onto the table and they silenced. "The human will come to the village or you can find yourself another healer. This ban will be lifted for this war or we will all die. Injured are my jurisdiction and that is tribal law older than all of your many centuries combined. Any injured, even those yet to be injured. That means as of now, with war on the horizon, all of you are under my jurisdiction whether you like it or not. The ban lifts now. The humans will need allies not barriers, the dwarves will bring their wares here as this is closer than all other places. This may, by virtue of being the center of most of the races, become the meeting place for the war council. 

"The ban lifts or the world dies around us one tree, one child, one elfling at a time." I sat down and looked at each in the eye. None wanted to admit that I was right, that while this war was going to happen I was in charge, but I was the lead healer for very good reason and no one here could gainsay that.

"He is right," said the Eldest. "Healer Kiven is correct in his words. Law states that with war the healers lead. As Head of the Healers his word...is law. The ban lifts for this war." The other elders grumbled but could find nothing they could use to refute both me and the Eldest.

"The ban lifts," my father seconded. As one the elders stood and left without another word. When the door shut I sagged into the chair and let out my breath.

"And what was all that about?" I told him. "Really? I can enter the village?"

"Yes. I would still recommend staying out. There is no telling what the individual elf might do to you. I..." I stopped and shook my head. "If you require help to get to the village I shall be here." My tone had gone formal and he looked hurt but then guessed we were being eavesdropped on.

"I thank you for your help, Healer Kiven. I will need a guide, nothing more." I nodded and stepped outside.

My father stood not ten feet away with his arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable look on his face. I could think of nothing else I wanted to do more than fight openly with my father. Tensions were expected when I had to override him, but this went far past that. "Kiven."

"Yes, Father?"

"I am appalled at your tactics in the presence of that human. This decision should have been done in private." I nodded that he was right. It really should have been so, but I could not take it back. "The ban is lifted, and I have one more thing to say before I depart." I waited. "I have never been more proud of you." I looked at him curiously. "You took charge of a bunch of old elves, myself included, and you did not back down. Some ways are hard to get rid of for us older elves, but I see in that human something I have not in years. Honor. I hope to see more of it when the humans and dwarves come."

He turned to go. "Father?" He paused and looked back. "Thank you. For understanding why this must be so."

"I don't understand son, which is why you needed to take charge so soon. I'm too set in my ways to deal with a war that includes humans on our side. New ideas for a new time." He turned and left.

Once gone completely I looked to see Jacob leaning against the door jam with his gear slung over his shoulder. "He is a stern elf. But he knows when he is wrong."

"That is why he is the chieftain. Come." He closed the cabin door and followed me. When I was sure no one was around to see us I fell back a step and took his hand. He smiled down at me and halted. "What?"

"Facing down the council for me?" I smiled and got on my toes for a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too. Let us hurry before they send a search party and catch us with our britches down." He chuckled and we set off at a swifter pace. He could guess the way to the village well enough but he would have missed it without me there to guide him. 

The entire village was waiting for us when we came to the clearing. For many elves this was the first time being so close to a human. For the younger ones this was the first time ever seeing one. "This is Jacob of Ivywell," I said loudly. "He is a brave and noble warrior against goblins and their ilk. In the pass many died by his actions and he has been given the honor of being the first human to set foot in the village. There is trouble brewing on the horizon and with the threat of war, the healers are taking charge as is custom and law. Until the threat passes, the ban is lifted so I suggest you get used to it. I am sure Jacob of Ivywell will speak with those who know the human or dwarven tongues. I hope you will all welcome him with the open arms of allies and offer him every respect due to one who fell many goblins that may have killed more of our kin. Should you have any questions the Honored Elders will answer what they can." No one said a thing, not that I expected them to. I went to my hut and let Jacob in. The noise outside started immediately. "I hate political things."

Jacob grinned and nodded. "You did very well, Healer Kiven," he said since there were still some injured in my hut. "I do believe I am well enough to be on my own if there will be an elf gracious enough to house me while I am here."

"I will," came a voice from the back. I looked at the speaker and nodded. Jondal was a very brave swordsman, some said foolhardy. He was also one of the few I had been intimate with and knew that he vented his endless frustrations with hiding himself from the village. That is what gave him his edge and his prowess.

"I thank you, Honored Warrior." Jacob gave a bow.

"Jacob of Ivywell, this is Jondal Remoradin, First Sword of the Council. All that means is he knows how to stick things with the pointy end better than most others." Jacob grinned as Jondal laughed and then winced from the pain of a broken rib. "I'll make my rounds and then see about what I'm expected to do as leader. Knowing law and responsibilities are too different things. I believe since you shall be sharing lodgings that you should get acquainted." I went to the first cot to start visiting my patients. 

Jacob went over and sat on the stool beside the bed. "Again I thank you, First Sword Jondal. I doubt many would be as kind as you." Jacob was being honest and all of us there knew it. I doubted anyone else would have even stayed in the room with him if they did not have to be there.

"Please, call me Jondal. I don't expect that honored stuff all the time. Gets tedious." I heard the grin in his voice and knew that he was having the same problem I had with Jacob being so close. There was just something about the man that exuded sex appeal.

"I'm glad to hear it. Kiven over there can be a bit...uh..." he was searching for a diplomatic word.

"Traditional. Trust me, Jacob, he can be down right old fashioned about station at times that I wonder how we ever became friends." I walked by the cot on my way to get some new bandages and kicked his foot gently which got a smile from both. "Still, I'm glad he had the healer's gift rather than another. He's patched me up more than I ever care to admit and does it without any squeamishness about blood or entrails or nudity. Healer Tansy cannot deal with male patients since she cannot stand the sight of a male naked." I stifled a laugh. It was true that she specialized in females but Jondal had over exaggerated it a bit.

I had checked on my last patient and came to the duo as they were comparing battle scars. "Got this one from and orc boar spear," Jacob was saying as he showed off the large scar on the back of his calf.

"Nice. See this one?" Jondal said an pointed to one right above his eye. "Drake bite. The matching on is on the back of my head." Jacob held up his hands in defeat.

"Done?" They nodded simultaneously. "Since the rest of the patients are well enough to go home you can sleep here one more night Jon. Not that I'll put up with your snoring for longer than that." He grumbled good naturedly.

Jon looked at the two of us and nodded. "Strange to see Kiven in love." Jacob stayed straight faced but I groaned. "What? You don't think I know how you look when you're smitten, Kiven? The look in your eyes when you gaze upon this undeniably appealing man is no less than his when he looks at you."

Jacob looked up at me with question. "Jon's a very close friend." I turned to Jondal with my sternest gaze. "If you let this slip I will remove your balls and feed them to you. Better yet I will fold you in half and and make you eat them while still attached." Jon just laughed and took our hands.

"Hey, I won't tell a soul. I mean Flora should know."

"She does already. Is this the reason you offered your home?" I asked and Jon nodded.

"I could see it in your eyes and I knew you would not house him here. That would be too obvious. So you asked, as a huge favor, that I house the big hairy human. Of course, being in your debt a thousand times over I said yes to cancel all of that debt." I laughed and leaned over to smooth back his hair. "Of course since I am injured you'll need to check up on me repeatedly in my home." I saw what he was getting at. He was giving us a place to meet without fear.

"See what I've had to deal with in my life?" I asked Jacob who was grinning like he knew all about our background. "Thank you, Jon."

"You can thank me by letting me watch. Hot interracial sex? Count me in!" I groaned and thumped him in the forehead with my finger.

"If you lucky, we may let you join," Jacob said with that grin that made me want to kiss him and hit him at the same time. So I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I was trying to make him moan but he ended up making me come up gasping for air and I know I was showing obvious signs of arousal.

"That was so sexy," Jon said in a hushed voice. There was a noticeable growth under the blankets and Jacob looked at it with a smirk. "What?" he asked with a bit of accusation.

"No wonder he was so tight." I blushed so red right then that I wished I could sink into the ground and die. Jon laughed almost loudly, wincing with every jostle. Then he stopped and glare at Jacob.

"Is that an insult about my size?" Jacob just grinned back. I stepped between them and looked at both.

"That's enough, boys. Yes, compared to you, Jon is smaller, but I will say this. His stamina more than triples yours." They both nodded and glared. Then they shook hands and called it a draw.

"And a boy am I? Need I remind you, Kiven, that I'm two hundred years older than you?" Jacob's jaw dropped.

"You're over three hundred?" There was awe in his voice.

"Three hundred and sixty six to be exact. I have studied the sword for over two hundred years and I will say this, Jacob. I would be hard pressed to match you with your weapon." A sincere and worthy complement. "I saw the two of you killing in the back which is how your father knew you were there. Kiven is superb with his maces but you?" Jon shook his head. "I am glad I am not your enemy Jacob of Ivywell. And if you are this close to Kiven then I would like to call you friend."

Jacob's face filled with emotions that were probably foreign to him now. I knew he loved me even after so short a time, but to hear something like his from a person who had no real reason to say it must have been a shock to the wall of rage and ice he had to put up. I could almost feel the war within him. For so long he had been friendless to save his heart from more pain. "To hear those words..." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "To think when I went hunting goblins I knew not I would be making friends."

"Friends can be found in the oddest places. So how did you two meet up to take on the goblins?" Jon asked and I smirked.

"Take this to you grave or I will break every bone in your body," I said and for once Jondal did not make a joke of it. He could tell I was very serious. "He was here during the first goblin fight. He killed twenty-eight of the thirty-two from that smaller band no one claimed to have killed. I killed the other four. Brought him here, healed him, made love to him in this exact cot." Face went from scandalized that I brought a human into the village to aroused that he was laying in the place that we had sex. "From here we went to the Pass. You know the rest."

He looked at Jacob with a big grin. "You two got together fast. Very fast. I know that Kiven has more of a sex drive than every other elf I know, including myself, but isn't that very fast?" He thought for a moment. "Did it happen in less than an hour?"

"Yes. You know my curiosity. Here was the first human I had ever had contact with. He was injured and I had to get to his wounds. Off came his armor and I saw something I had only heard about." Jon gave me a look like he was riveted and hanging on my every word. I slid my hands down Jacob's sides and tugged his shirt over his head. Jon's eyes were saucers as he saw the exquisite muscle covered by that dense chest hair. I ran my finger through it and got a half lidded smile from Jacob. "All this muscle, the hair, the fact that he was human made me think about seeing him naked." By the expression Jon had on his face he was thinking something along the same lines. I pulled Jacob to his feet, making sure my doors were shut, and untied the belt that kept on his breeches. They fell to the floor and Jon gasped as he saw not only Jacob's thick legs, which he knew was my favorite part, but the skimpy loin cloth that could not hold his ample member now that he was getting aroused. "I had him down to this to treat his thigh. 

"Then Flora comes in and tells me I am an idiot and covers for me the next morning when he wakes and I look into these green eyes. Then he took my hand and pulled me into a kiss. He had barely enough time to eat breakfast before," my smile was languid and seductive and both of them got that look in their eyes. I untied the loincloth and pulled it off to expose that mighty meat and Jondal whimpered in both lust and fear. The elf who could take on a hill giant by himself was afraid of that fantastic phallus. He could not take his eyes off of it as it twitched with the beat of Jacob's heart. I stripped off my robes and showed him that I was just as hard as Jacob. Then I gave Jon a challenging look.

"I can't compete with either of you." Jacob knelt and pulled back the covers to give us a look at Jondal's own five inches. It was pointing towards his chin and harder than I think I had ever seen it, the rolling veins of it making the already thick manhood thicker. Until Jacob, Jon had been the thickest I had ever had and Jacob was only thicker by less than a half inch in circumference. 

"Competition is useless anyway," Jacob said and slid his hand down my friend's leanly muscled torso as gentle as he could so to not hurt the ribs that were bound. When he got to that hairless groin he lifted Jon's member off his stomach and began to stroke it slowly. Part of me felt I should be jealous of this, wasn't that correct to feel when your partner was attracted to someone else? But it made no sense so I guess that is why I felt only the stirring in my orbs and a feeling that I was glad they were going to get along this well. But then Jon had been attracted to me because of my muscle which was an oddity, and I knew here was more muscle on the ultimate taboo. "There are things you will ever be better at than simply because you were born with the knowledge. I was born with that." Jacob smiled and leaned his head down and took the shaft into his mouth and Jon's breath stopped.




Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 03



"That however is something that I cannot imagine, to be so young and so good with his mouth," I said. Jon was very good with his mouth since he was scared of my member after the first time he let me penetrate him. He again had been the best I had ever had until Jacob. In his short years Jacob had become adept at so many things, but I think it was that way with the short lived humans. To make you mark on the world one must have many years or fill the short ones with such life.

"Oh Luna, that feels so good." Jon was gripping the sheet and trying not to jump down the throat of the man who was giving him expert attention. "Kiven get over here," Jon said huskily and I went as ordered. Jon reached over and pulled me into his mouth and I had to gasp myself. He was almost mimicking Jacob perfectly save for the depth. He had not been this good before and it had only been a few months since we shared a bed. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the wall so Jon could get easier access and more into his more than eager mouth. This was the most exciting thing in my sex life. Never before had I had a threesome and it was turning out to be a very erotic and stimulating thing. Watching Jacob slide his tongue over that thick vein and down to Jon's sac while Jon was doing the exact same thing to me was enough to make me pull away. "Why did you stop?"

"Another second and I would have been done. But I can think of something else that will make this all the better." Jacob looked up with curiosity. I moved the curtains over a foot and then scooted the cot with Jondal still in it the same direction; away from the wall. Then I stood at Jon's head and leaned forward which put me right back in his face. Jacob got the hint and got behind me.

"Oh wow," Jon breathed as I leaned all the way forward and began to take all of him in my mouth while Jacob eased that long, thick pole into my hungry hole. Jon reached between my legs and guided Jacob to the opening, and was able to feel that solid rod for the first time. "He's gonna kill you." I looked back at Jon with a lascivious grin. Jacob pushed and buried it all in there. That thrust had me take all of Jon down my throat and he panted as not only had my mouth around him he had a literal up close view of a ten inch monster invading my spaces with long, deep strokes that rubbed places I never knew I had until he came along.

"Holy god!" Jacob gasped as Jon began to suck on his heavy swinging balls. Jon knew I liked that, but here was something new. Jacob's hair was a novelty that I hope never got old to me. "Kiven, this is driving me wild." Jon transferred his mouth to me and gobbled me up with a gusto that showed he was so far gone that he was not thinking. This was so taboo, so wrong in the eyes of my people that Jondal was committing two sins: sex with a male outside the race.

"I think it's doing it to all of us," I said as I came up for air. Jon mumbled around my member and I took it for an affirmative, his eyes never Jacob's pendulous sac and pounding meat. "Which is why we have to stop." Both did exactly that and looked at me with horror.

"Stop? But why!?" Jon asked in a harsh whisper.

"I know the both of you. Jacob gets a bit loud and it is broad daylight with no aa'mak to silence the hut. Jondal breathes very deeply and quickly right before his climax and with his ribs like they are he should not exert himself." I knew I should not have started this but I could not stop myself at all. When I stood up, Jacob sliding out of me, Jon whimpered at the sight of that turgid member only inches from his mouth. "Yet when Jon is better, know this. We will finish this and much more." I gave each a very passionate kiss and pulled on my robes.

Good thing too for my father came in. "Am I to understand that Jacob of Ivywell is to house with the First Sword?" I should have known someone would run and tell my father. As a warrior Jacob was to be treated as one and him staying with Jon was as high an honor as he could attain without formalities. It was too much for my hidebound father to take. To coin the human phrase "Tough shit."

"Yes, and it was Jon's idea as well as fitting. Father, Jon is doing this as a huge favor to me. Him showing favor to Jacob of Ivywell will only make the village more accepting of him and that will ease the tensions surrounding all of this." 

My father's jaw worked. He was having to stuff all of his years' worth of prejudice down his gullet because I was now in charge. "I see the wisdom although it feels wrong to me. Not that he is not worthy, I just believe it is too fast."

"Such is the nature of war, Father. Change comes as swift as an arrow's flight and can rain twice as deadly. This change...not so bad." I smiled and he smirked back.

"Very well. I shall let you be but son? Please consult me on somethings so I don't find out through gossip everything you are doing." I laughed and gave him a hardy thump on his back. It was in no way an agreement and he knew it. He also knew that I would do as I saw fit no matter what. Shaking his head my father left and I let the jovial act drop. It had already started and Jacob had not even been here a few hours. My people were so hide bound that the smallest change was talked about behind hands. This? So large that no one could avoid talking about it and openly.

"You heard," I said and Jacob came back around with his clothes on, nodding. "Jon, you're going home tonight. They complain about change being fast? I'll show them change." I was not happy any more. My people were being stupid and I would not let them hurt Jacob with their snide remarks he would only barely hear.

"Let it be," Jacob said and I shook my head. "Has he always been this hard headed?" he asked of Jon with a smirk.

"Since the day he could walk and insisted on climbing the Ancient trees by himself." I heard the playfulness in Jon's tone and looked back to see him easing out of bed. I rushed over to aide him and to help him dress. "The funny part is he did it at the age of three when all other elflings could not until they were maybe ten." I snickered and left him to lace his last boot on his own. "Some healer." I left the area and came back with sparring maces. "Uh oh. This will not be good." But Jon did not seem at all unhappy about seeing my maces. In fact I knew he was wishing he was well enough to spar with me.

"Why?" Jacob asked.

"Remember when I said he was superb with his maces?" My beloved nodded. "You're about to hear a lot of grumbling elves with bruises. When his temper is up he is far more dangerous." Jon smiled with satisfaction. "I taught him too well."

"You two will help me bring change to this place. Jacob, will you spar with me? Let them see why you are being honored by the First Sword. Jon, you will watch to see what holes are in my guard. He has none."

Jacob snorted and got an evil gleam in his eye. "Want to up the ante?" I looked back with curiosity. "Forget the practice weapons. Let them see you have no fear of the big human's blade."

"Oh but I do." I grinned back. "I'm afraid that your 'blade' will pierce deeper into my heart than it already has." Jacob rolled his eyes but Jon guffawed. He had been intimate with me for a long time but I had never been so brazen with him. "I do know one thing I must do, or rather must not. I must not put myself in danger. Practice blades and weapons are enough to show them how brilliant you are in battle." Jon mimed gagging and Jacob just shook his head.

As I left my hut someone saw me with my maces and word spread like wildfire, especially when they saw Jacob with his own practice blade. I went to the sparring field and a circle was hastily cleared as I neared, no one wanting to really be on the receiving end of one of my fits of rage so uncommon in an elf. Jondal was walking slowly behind, declining all offers for aid. He did however take the official's chair when he gestured for the elf to move. Anyone, even a council member would vacate the seat to the First. I stripped down to my loincloth, telling all this was not a casual spar although it was. Let them see why Jacob was being honored. Without needing to be told he set his blade in the center of the circle opposite mine and we went to limber up. His shirts came off and he was down to his own loincloth and I knew the assembled elves found his hairy body repulsive, but it is like a mangled corpse is repulsive. You don't wish to stare but you just can't look away. This would be interesting because I knew what he was capable of, but he had only seen me with my war maces.

Once limbered we faced each other across the twenty yard circle and for the first time I studied him with clinical precision. He was larger, stronger, had reach and the human trait I was growing to love in him, his passion. I had speed, agility, two weapons, and a hundred years on him, and I too fought with passion. Power and grace versus speed and skill. "Know all that is match is to the yield. No shot to maim or kill and excessive bleeding will end the match." We nodded to Jon's words. "Begin." I dashed forward, snagging my maces and getting there much sooner than Jacob, so I used my foot to kick his weapon at him, aiming for his chest. It was an underhanded move but not against the rules of ethics of the circle since I was giving him his weapon. The elves figured this to be over but Jacob caught it easily and without breaking stride.

Our weapons met with a loud clash that made everyone gasp. We were not holding back and here was the first time anyone had seen me with an opponent of my strength. When I pushed back he rolled with it and came to his feet even as I was getting to him with an overhand chop and using my other mace as a guard. His blade blocked mine and he sent a kick to my stomach, but my leg blocked it as I fell into a roll.

"Now this will be a good match," I barely heard my Father say. "What do you really think of the human, Jondal?"

"He is a man of honor and skill. His quest is noble and just. Were he to have pointed ears I would call him a very hairy elf." My Father laughed, but I was too busy to hear if there was any retort as our weapons met again. This time I punched out with my blocking weapon and clipped his jaw, but it did nothing but let him know I could take the offensive. I misjudged him and wound up with my stinging hit to my side, but it was his own way to say I was not trying hard enough.

My maces came at him from different angles which would be hard for him to parry or dodge, but his blade came around with a sweeping arc and he used that powerful body to leap over the lower mace and come down behind me. Gods above that was a feat! There were exclamations of shock someone of his bulk could even get off the ground. I got the drop on him when I rolled back and between his legs and catapulted him into the air with both legs to his rump. His grunt as he landed was satisfyingly real, but he recovered faster than he should have and sent a small rock at my head. It landed square between my eyes and caused a little nick and I know I looked so shocked that some of the crowd snickered. "You wish to play dirty, Man?"

"I wish to win, Fae." Two could play at that game. I let him charge me and I kicked sand into his eyes even as he did the same to me. Neither was expecting that and both of us were now blinded and the crowd began to make random noises to make blind training harder for the both of us, yet my hearing could make out the booming of his massive heart and I silently walked forward and swung. Somehow he blocked both of my weapons and tried to retaliate, but I was not where he expected me. Our strikes were measured from then on as we cleared the grit out of our eyes, sweat starting to make his chest hairs glisten.

Back and forth our hits went, both stopping the other with skill and pure graceful power no elf had ever had. Here was my perfect mate, here was the man I loved because he was my equal or better in every way. I had had enough of this because I was getting a bit flustered seeing him sweaty and barely breathing hard. Jacob came in for a reckless assault and I disarmed him, his blade flying wide into the crowd, but he had succeeded in disarming me too. Now it was down to hand to hand, something he would win as I was not the best at wrestling. Taking a moment to dust the rest of the grit from his eyes, Jacob came at me low and fast. I rolled over his back, hooking his arms with my own, and using my momentum to toss him, but his viselike grasp had my wrist and I went with him, to land atop him in a hold I knew I could not break out of. "Do you yield, Kiven?"

"Never," I cried and began to tickle him. No hold can be held against that! He let go fast and tried to protect his flanks. The crowd roared with laughter at his plight, but I was free and dashed for my weapons. Since his was outside the circle I could not attack him with a mace with honor, so I tossed him one as he stood.

"Now let us see how good this human really is," said my father.

Jacob's entire stance changed and he stood in exactly the same one I was in. He knew blunt fighting too...I loved this man. We charged and the thunderous clap made more than a few battle hardened warriors cringe. Mace met mace and we pressed our advantage. He had leverage, but I was not even winded while he was getting a bit fatigued. I had the elven endurance. I would last if he did not finish me soon and make me yield. Grabbing his weapon I yanked to pull it from his grip. A stolen weapon was fair to use against the unarmed. But he was too versed in that and used my own momentum to send me back on my rump, my weapon flying from my grip. Casually he stood over me. "Do you yield?" he asked calmly and I nodded, my eyes downcast in submission as was proper. He had beaten me with my own weapon.

The elves were all astonished but they applauded all the same. Giving me his hand, Jacob helped me up and bowed as one would to an honored foe. It dawned on me he knew all about elven battle circles and their customs. Never once had he batted an eyelash when I gave him my mace or anything most people would have thought of as stupid rules. "You fight with honor and strength, Jacob of Ivywell. You have done you ancestors and teachers proud this day." An elfin boy came over with Jacob's blade and looked up and up at him.

When noticed, Jacob looked down with a smile. "I thank you, little warrior," he said quietly in perfect unaccented Elven. My jaw dropped. Even if that was just one phrase he knew it should not have been that perfect. No one else had heard him over the conversation. He took the blade and saluted the boy in the Elven way as one warrior to another and the boy went skipping back to his father with a big grin.

Jacob looked back at me. "I believe I need to look at you to see if anything is injured." He nodded and I raised my voice, silencing the entire crowd. "Here is a skilled warrior from the race we thought inferior. He should be an example to all that not all humans are as we knew them. I will tell you my opinion is to take each visitor as they are for I doubt few could match Jacob of Ivywell." There were many nods, even my father and the council. They knew Jacob was special and that most of the humans would be nothing compared to him, but they knew what I was doing and why. "Jon, let's get you home and in bed for one more night at least."

"But Kiven," he whined, making those closest chuckle. They all knew Jon hated to be bed ridden. I fixed him with a look and he nodded. "Advice, Jacob of Ivywell. Never anger your healer, he may forget to heal you."

"As it is with women, cooks, tailors and anyone else you want something from." That got a laugh and I was so glad to see my people were more accepting of him.

At Jon's I got him in bed and made sure the doors were shut. Then I rounded on Jacob. "So...when were you going to tell me you speak fluent Elven?" I asked with as much anger as I could muster which was not much. I had spoken entirely in Elven and Jacob grinned.

"It never came up and I thought it better to let even you think I did not understand what you and the council were saying about me." I wrapped my arms around his waist, grabbing a firm butt cheek. He grinned down at me and I smacked his chest with my hand.

"We need to bathe," I said, "well, I do. You can stay sweaty all you want."

"You two can use my shower room. Flora made sure the water was hot for when I got home."

"And since it has no privacy screen and is visible from your bed you can watch us in all our naked glory." He nodded like that was obvious. Jacob and I laughed at the hungry grin on his face and dropped our loincloths right there and sauntered to the spacious area where the tank above was filled with hot water. It came out through a system designed by gnomish inventors. Something called plumbing. "Wash my back for me?" I asked Jacob and he grinned even wider. Jon whimpered a bit as Jacob took the lather ferns and got them wet. Those deadly hands were so gentle, so loving as he rubbed away the sweat and grime from my back, take pains to be gentle when I winced from a blow he had dealt me.

"I must say that you are far better than I first thought," said Jon, trying to keep from fixating on Jacob's backside. "To be as good as you are at so many things, one would think you a hundred rather than twenty." Jacob only grunted as his hands moved around to wash my chest. Just to be evil, I think, he spun us around so Jon could see what he was doing to my front. His touch was so potent I was fully aroused. This was an all time elven record to be this aroused this many times in so short a span. The lathering was nice as he stroked my erection. "You two had better stop or I will injure myself." We both looked up at his erection. Yes, Jacob being here had changed Jon too. He was, if nothing else, randier than ever and I could not wait until I got the two of them together.

"He is right. We had better stop before he hurts himself." Jacob slipped inside me with one quick thrust and I gasped. A few quick strokes and I could feel his arms tighten around me as his climax hit. It was not a powerful one but it was enough for now. Jon's jaw was on the floor. "You know, Jon won't let you anywhere near that part of him." I stepped away, that long meat sliding out. I quickly washed and stepped out from under the water to let Jacob wash himself.

"It matters not. I have you and that is more than anyone can dream of." I smiled as I dried myself. I love him.

Hopefully there will be less time between this installment and the next. Please send me feed back here or at kevstankowitz@yahoo.com . The next chapter involves some very good action both in and out of the sack as Jacob, Kiven, Flora and Jon travel to take on Ingalome'stracazillio.

Kevin



Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 04



Time changes all things, even in the Elven world where time goes by so slowly and time can do so much. To us change is as steady as the seasons because that is what changes the most frequently in our world of centuries. Yet change came to us in the span of weeks. Folk began pouring in, representatives of races that had been kept out of our forests and villages. The Dwarves were first to arrive, thirteen battle hardened and ready people as broad through the chest and shoulders as they were tall and beards down to their belts. I thought Jacob and I were brawny, but these Dwarves were only made more so because they were of the mountains. As an elf is of the woods, these folk were akin to their mountain home, walking boulders with cheery smiles and gruff voices that spoke well in our tongue. These were their Council, the thirteen chiefs of their clans. While it was not a sizable force compared to the numbers we had, it was still daunting because here were their leaders...and I was the leader of my people. Thank the Gods they were not ones for much formality. "Gots you a dragon that needs killin' laddie?" the Leader asked of me. He was at least a hundred years my senior so the comment only made me smile and like him more.

"We do. Ingalome'stracazillio, the fell black." Their faces hardened. "I welcome you to the Moonray tribe lands. Care to have a mug or two?" My father's jaw dropped at how little formality I was using, but I remembered dwarves shared a mug of something, usually mead for them, before talks began.

"Aye laddie! That we do!" He, one Gregor Ironskull, thumped me on my back. I think he expected me to go flying, and that blow did rock me more than I could imagine, but I stood my ground and I think earned some respect. "I heard tales of a human here."

"You heard correct. Jacob of Ivywell is a warrior of skill and honor, but he fights dirty." They laughed while the Council of Elders just hid their faces from the shame. We walked away to go to the meeting hall where I knew Jacob was sitting patiently.

"He is playing them like a fiddle," and elder said to my father.

"Perhaps this tribe will one day soon have a new leader." I heard him grumble. With a glance back I shook my head and smiled fondly. My father was ten times the diplomat I was...but he did not know how to deal with other races.

Watching Jacob meet the Dwarves, or rather watching him greet them by bashing his forehead into theirs without flinching and then out drinking them, made me love him more. I would never have tried to be that brazen about showing strength to a Dwarf. Jacob bested them and won their respect at their own games.

Next came the Kzinti. They sent their five princesses, their society a matriarchy. The cat people were beautiful and magnificent. They wore nothing but their fur and some jewelry that accented their ears and wrists, but they needed nothing. I was at a complete loss for how to deal with them as I had never learned much. They were more xenophobic than my own kind. Their language was past my comprehension as it was partly verbal and partly physical. Jacob could speak it.

He stood by my side with the council members flanking us, and I was very glad they chose to let him be there without even my asking. They were coming to see him as an ally worth having as he had won over the Dwarves with ease and was showing he could act like a brute or very honorable and traditional in the Elven ways. He was being accepted because the way he acted was just enough to keep all parties happy. 

The eldest, Princess Blackhawk, stepped forward. "Know you our language?" she asked. Jacob stepped forward and knelt, showing he was in awe of her splendor.

"I know some, Radiant Light, and will act as speaker for the battle honored Moonray tribe." All we heard were growls and some hissing.

The Kzinti were shocked he could say this much. Visibly shocked. "Then rise, Human, and we shall speak of battles. I shall forgive you any lapses in speech as I do know humans have not the capacity for our tongue as we have not for yours."

Change. Ten more peoples can within that month. The humans sent more and while my father and the elves treated them fairly it was obvious Jacob was not the standard for the race. They were somber and serious but not rude. The could laugh when it was right and knew some Elven phrases, but they were not Jacob. The centaurs came as asked and the archery contest that followed was more for ceremony than anything. Then came the Faeries. Pixies, brownies, satyrs, nymphs, and Dryads. These were already our allies and there were no formalities, just a welcome and that was it. The human men were fascinated by the nymphs, even I was somewhat entranced by their beauty, but not Jacob. He had only eyes for me and no one but Flora and Jon knew it.

The last to show shocked us to our cores. Even I was so astounded that I could do nothing but stare. The first to fly in were what humans call dragonkin. Drakes, Wyvern, hydras, fire lizards, even Orren who were among the most peaceful of the kin. One from each species had come, the Orren as their nominal leader as he could speak all of the languages there. "We have come knowing the need." The Orren's voice was deep and rumbling. His silver scales were bright and polished, the jewel in his forehead a pearly white. "We know it seems odd for us to join to remove our own kin, but this dragon be no kin to us for his crimes."

"Then we welcome you as allies," I said with a bow. "I would offer you refreshments, but only offer the bounty of the forests. I do hope for some conservation as I understand even the smallest of you can cause devastation."

The Orren chuckled and nodded. He changed his shape before our eyes into an elf, keeping the same silver hair and pearl in the center of his forehead. "As the largest I will content myself to this form if it does not offend. The others know that we are here as allies and will not hunt wantonly." I knew Orren possessed magics but not like this.

"It does not offend and I thank you. There are some hills nearby for those of your people who do not find trees acceptable." He nodded and cocked his head to one side. All but the fire lizard flew off. The lizard was no larger than a cat with deep gold scales. No spurs named it a female.

"She would house with you, Leader Kiven." It was not a request and I knew she was in high standing with her people.

"Of course. I am a healer so I have much room, though her magnificence will fill every corner." I smiled at the lizard and I knew she could understand the compliment. There was a keen intellect behind those eyes. "I must ask for some...patience with honored guests. Kzinti are here," the Orren nodded and assured there would be no quarrel, "and a human warrior whose people were slaughtered by the goblin bands under the fell wyrm's command. He has asked that he be left in peace."

"Such prejudice, while saddening, is understandable and I shall convey this to the others. You hold this human in high regard." It was not a question. I knew he could smell Jacob's scent all over me no matter how well I washed. When not in formal duties such as these I was with Jacob and Jon whose own friendship was strong. They understood each other as warriors and as people who knew what it was like to keep a male companion.

"I do. I will ask if he will meet you as you are, but do not expect miracles." That conversation had shocked me. Our scouts had sent word that the dragonkin were on the wing here and Jacob stormed into his room. 

"I will not meet with them," he had said evenly.

"But why?" I asked.

"They are dragonkin. I've no hatred for them, but I have little fondness either. Call this my one big failing to separate them from their large cousins, but I will not meet with any of them."

I just looked at him like this was a stranger. I wondered what else I did not know of him. Yet I could see his attempt to keep this alliance together. "As you wish, my love, but I do not like this. They come as allies against Ingalome'stracazillio whom you hate. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They too have suffered." I sat beside him and took his hand.

"I know, Kiven, which is why I'm keeping to myself. I do not blame them and I can sympathize, but they are dragonkin. It is like you facing a delegation from your Lost Elves. It would try the very fiber of your being, would it not?" I opened my mouth to answer but could not. He was right. I would be unable to face them with any sort of diplomacy. While these very dark elves had not wronged me, their ilk had killed my people and I could not be civil.

I kissed him softly. "Very well. They will be here shortly so I must greet them." I smiled ruefully. "How I long for this war to be done with so I can simply be a healer again." He smiled and pulled me atop him in a hug. He smoothed back my hair and just held me for a moment. I needed it, I needed him.

How I wish now that Jacob had not brought up my dark kin. That evening was when they showed up and I stood with my war maces ready for they had not come in stealth. "Father, I ask that you deal with this one. I am not prepared." We watched as they melted from the shadows, their ebony skin and snow white hair a beacon for hate by any goodly folk. Yet they did not attack and wore no weapons.

"We see you, dark ones. Come you as allies?" My father stepped forward.

"As allies yes. We expect much trouble by our being here, faerie, but know that this wyrm's hordes have caused us troubles as well. While we swallow our bile for being here, here is where the dragon is." The tension was building and I adjusted my grip on my maces. They were unarmed but that did not mean a thing when it came to the dark elves.

"Pragmatic was ever a trait of your people. Where shall you be during the day hours?"

"There is a cave we used to bring us here. As a gesture, we shall stay there and seal it when this is over. Know this. Any of your kind must announce themselves there. I would not want to start a war within a war." By the evil smile that lit his face he wanted just that, but as my father said. Pragmatism was a trait they had. While we hated each other, we had to deal with the dragon first.

"Very well. As a gesture of faith we shall meet at the end of the days as often as we can so your input may be heard. None here can deny the tactics of your race." The dark elf nodded and as one they vanished into the shadows once more. I relaxed only after a moment. "Kiven, you showed much wisdom in handing this meeting to me."

"Thank you, Father, but it was wisdom or bloodshed. I am not ready for them and I doubt I ever will be. I'd rather face ten dragons with my bare hands than a single dark elf." I shook off the last bit of anger and hatred.

"As would I."

I went to my home to make sure my guest, whom I called Golden Wings, was comfortable. She seemed to be but Jacob was not. He sat on the farthest cot he could from the small perch Flora had conjured up for the small queen. They stared at each other and I knew neither was happy. "Kiven, will she be here as a guest?"

"I had little choice with her. The Orren's tone said she would stay here even if I said no." I sat next to him and then laid back on the cot with my legs over the side. "I'm sorry, beloved, but she must stay."

"I see." He leaned over with a small, tight grin. "It will make time together chaste, but I believe I can tolerate her. The Orren? No, I will not meet with him." I smiled and touched his face with my finger tips.

"Then we shall be chaste." There was a small hissing sound from Golden Wings and Jacob sat up and all but fled the room. I looked alarmed until the Orren's tap came at the door. It seemed the fire lizard and Jacob had an understanding. How did that happen? I opened the door and let him in.

"I shall not be here long, Healer, but I have come to ask for a purge. The hydra ate something that did not agree with them." I tried my best to avoid from smiling but I couldn't. His own grin was infectious.

"I have just the thing then." I grabbed the concoction. "I have spoken to Jacob and he tolerates Golden Wings, but refuses to meet with you."

"Then I shall depart quickly. It is good that he accepts her. Among her people she is a queen and a powerful drr'hssar. I believe you call them aa'mak." So she was queen and a mage. A powerful ally indeed. She hissed something that sounded almost like she was making a joke. "She says she is fond of you and him. There is no need to be chaste." I groaned. "Fear not. We Orren do not judge your preference as many of our kind do the same. Love is love, no matter the form and if asked she will not only leave to give privacy, but stand watch to give security. Perhaps your Jacob will put some of his own feelings aside after a time." He bowed and left quickly, the door closing behind him. I looked to Golden Wings and when our eyes met I felt her in my head. She approved of us being together, she knew we would be good for each other.

"Thank you for..." I trailed off, not really sure why I was thanking her, but she knew. "Thank you." She trilled a reply and winged out to the open window and sat there to keep watch. "Oh Jacob," I said with a smile and ran into my room and dived atop him.

"Umm..." he seemed unsure.

"Golden Wings is keeping watch for us. She thinks we make a cute couple." I pressed my lips to his to stifle any response. His powerful arms encircled me but he only just held me. It was something I felt he needed right then. Nothing carnal, just companionship. I was more than happy to do it.

I awoke in his arms starving. I was falling into the habit of eating only once a day because there was so much to do, so many plans to formulate. I was getting used to waking up a bit groggy now and sleeping on my side, which was probably the cause. "Good morning," Jacob said and nuzzled my ear which made me giggle a bit and roll over to kiss him.

"Always is if I wake up in your arms." That got me a smile and another kiss.

"You may not think so when I'm grumpy and trying to bite your head off."

"Even then," I replied and he laughed. "I am hungry. Politics is harder than I thought." He nodded and let me up, although his hand held mine until the last second. When I went to the main room, Golden Wings was there and she nodded a greeting before flying off for her own meal. I washed thoroughly so as to get as much of Jacob's scent off me as possible. The day passed in a blur of activities...until I realized all was set save for the real war. The plans were done, the army as ready as it would ever be. 

I was away from the village, rare for me since I was completely alone, and wandering the streams and woods I was born and raised in. Strange for me to feel like I would never see them again, but I felt this would be my last time. Coming to the falls all elflings played in, I shucked my clothing and dived in, the brisk waters familiar. I came up sputtering and paddled around to wash off the day's stresses. Time had not changed it in the hundred years since I was too grown up to come here with my few friends and I felt like it meant something. It was stagnant in time while I...I was different. I was forever changed while this place would be left behind. I knew that after this war that I would follow Jacob if we survived. I'd give it all up for him and never look back.

Pulling myself out of the water, I looked in a shoal of the small lake at the base of the falls. I looked at my reflection and could see something I had never seen before. I...looked content. I had never looked so happy to be me. It was unreal, like someone had replaced my guarded nature with some inner light, some ephemeral presence that made my features all the more desirable. Goddess above...is this what it looks like to be in love? If so...I liked the way I looked.

I heard something moving in the bushes behind me and I thought nothing of it until I smelled something unnatural, something that did not belong in this world. I spun, my wet hair haloing out and spraying water droplets all over what had to be the most unsettling site I had ever seen. It set my hairs up as I gazed into the lifeless, damned eyes of an undead. No, four undead. There were four this close to the village and no one knew about it! I could not stand the sight of the flesh that was rotting from the bodies of three of them, but the fourth scared me. It was but a floating, transparent cloak of ink black that waved when there was no breeze at all. I could destroy the corporeal zombies, but the wraith...I had nothing for it. Their groans of torment began when they felt my life energy and they made directly for me. "Great," I said and dived back into the water and swam to the other side for my weapons.

The wraith was able to keep pace but unable to get me enough to drain my soul. The icy brush of its finger was enough to chill the blood in my veins and I wished I had paid more attention to the spells my mentor had taught me to stave off the undead. I cleared the river and took up my maces, leaving my clothing as I ran for the village and the safety of the massed armies. But nope, there were dozens more undead that had cut me off from all hope of escape. I was truly in danger. I brandished my maces as I chanted the one spell I knew would work. It encased me in an aura of light that undead would not venture too close to...at least it was supposed to work that way. It didn't slow them one bit. Spinning, I slammed the first zombie with my mace, it's head flying from its body to splat against the tree. Two more fell while I spun. Yet zombie must be burned to be destroyed fully, or hacked to pieces. I knew better than to cast a fire spell in the woods but I had no other recourse. "Forgive me, my brethren," I said to the woods and cast a candle lighting spell that should have worked. The spell fizzled out as it struck. They were warded against fire! I was doomed, yet still I fought. There was nothing else I could do. Giving up was no option at all. My once limitless seeming energy was being sapped by the wraith's mere presence so I faltered and fell. I was surely going to die. "Luna elùstar, aa'mara mar stôtt," I prayed and let Luna decide my fate. My sight grew dim, my senses blanketed in a nothingness that frightened me, yet I let my prayer run its course. Then the world was gone. I felt my life leaving me, my energy flowing from me. 

Then the world regained its focus and I looked up at the full moon above. It had been day time...but now the night sky was my canopy...canopy? Where were the trees? I sat up slowly and looked around. All the trees for a hundred paces of me were gone...just gone. No life stirred save for me in the perfectly circular area. Trees were cleanly pruned of branches that intruded into that area. I got slowly to my feet and looked for the undead. Nothing was left of them either. That or they shambled on...no, there was nothing left. That sense of wrongness was gone from the woods. I looked for my maces but they were a mangled set of metal, useless for anything at all. My mind could not grasp what happened save that Luna had answered my prayer...somehow. It had been day, the time Her reign was weakest. Pain came to me then, sharp and abrupt. All the hits and scratches crashed home and I hissed in annoyance. Taking one last look around the new clearing, I trudged back to the river and the falls for my clothes and basic medicines. Might as well clean myself up as best as I can before heading back. My father, the Elders, and Jacob will be worried enough as it is, might as well give them one less reason to worry.

I washed in the falls and went to the shoal to wash my face one last time, but my reflection once again caught me by surprise. My face seemed different, more angular. Some undead drained the vitality of the person, so I could have literally had the life sucked out of me. But it was my eyes that held me. The blue was...bluer than I could ever recall, more vibrant and shining with some sort of inner light that still could not be masked by that look of contentment. The pupils of my eyes were lighter, not the same black of nearly all the species on the planet. They were more of a midnight blue now. Yet when I blinked they darkened back to black. "I am seeing things." I finished washing and then dressed to walk back to the village. As I crossed into the clearing I saw a search party entering slowly, puzzled. Jacob and Jon were in the lead. Jacob unerringly looked right at me and pointed. "Yes, I'm alive," I said before they could ask questions.




Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 04



"What happened?" Jacob asked, wanting to hold me but daring not.

"Undead were in the woods. If you have not heard from the outlying posts they may have been sacked." Jondal shivered and sent a prayer to Luna that it not be so. "I...I guess I did this." I gestured to the clearing. "I was attacked and Luna answered my prayer."

"Looks like a burn area without the burn," Jon said and shook his head. Jacob squatted and picked up very fine ash. It drifted so slowly to the ground it was that weightless. "You seem to know something about this, Jacob, by the look in your eyes."

"Zombie ash. Nothing more than expected." Yet I could tell there was something he suspected. It was one more thing I had yet to learn about him when I figured I had his entire life story.

"Burn...the zombies were immune to my fire." Jacob looked up sharply and then shared glances with the rest of the party. "And I felt them not until they were right behind me." And I should have. It was part of being a Healer, sensing wrongness.

"We had better hurry back to the village." Jon started at a slower pace than I thought necessary.

"We can go faster," I chided.

"You look like you're a breath away from passing out, Kiven. Battles with undead are taxing at best." I knew he had intimate knowledge of that, he'd battled a few vampires in his youth and came away alive which was saying something about his battle prowess. 

I snorted and stalked ahead, making them keep up. Jacob loped along side of me easily. "You look well enough to me but don't let pride cloud your mind, Kiven. That's a bad failing in a warrior or healer. It's the hallmark stupidity of a dragon." I looked at him sideways and then slowed my pace. He was right. I needed to do what I could to rest after this one...whatever had happened I was not as well as I should be.

"You three head back to the outposts to the north as fast as you can. The rest of you to the south and east." The soldiers nodded to Jon's words and we were left alone. "Now what happened really?" he asked me, stopping in the middle of the woods where no one could approach without us knowing. This was a very typical Jon, to keep the most private things to himself.

"It is as I said. Perhaps Luna granted me access to the powers I have lacked for a short time and it sapped me. Either way those zombies were being controlled and masked by something far greater than I." He searched my face for any sign I was lying but he found none.

"Then lets hurry back. Leader though you may be, the Elders must be told." I nodded and we did hurry back. My father and the Elders would be told everything I could remember and my own assumptions as well. A black dragon foe, known to deal with the undead, and now undead in the very heart of the forest? They would see that as well.

And they knew even as we walked into the village what happened. I could see it in their faces. My father's became relieved as he saw me but it was replaced by concern as he saw the injuries. "We shall spare the details. How many?" he asked me.

"I know not. All I know is that wraiths were there as well as zombies, at least three score if not four." Wraiths were bad news. "Any injured for me?"

"Many, but the other healers are tending them...and you as well." I opened my mouth to protest but he locked that stern gaze on me and I swallowed hard before nodding. I may be leader now, but he was still my father. Seeing as I was not contesting this he nodded. "Thank you for not making an issue of this, Kiven. You look well enough save for some scratches, and I know you cleaned them, but have them looked over just in case." Once again I nodded and Jacob and I slipped away while Jon was asked for his report.

My home was full and other healers bustled to and fro while I slipped in and into my private rooms before they could detain me. I was shocked to see they were occupied by Golden Wings and the Orren. Jacob saw the Orren and almost left, but seeing Golden Wings injured made him stop. I felt her reach for him magically and he sighed and stepped fully in. "I apologize for the liberties taken, Healer Kiven, but an injured dragon, even kin, is dangerous to others."

I smiled and went to her side. "You are welcome here." I ignored the fact that Orren had not met Jacob for he radiated wariness. I cast one of my few spells, a delving spell to search for injury, and found her wings badly damaged. "Undead?" I asked and the Orren nodded gravely.

"A lich. She fights bravely and she won, but it was a duel that left her forever grounded." I had to agree with his assessment. She would never fly again without treatment and even then she may not. To hear of a lich, an undead sorcerer, in the woods was enough to make bile rise.

"I will do what I can for you," I told her and she nodded, letting me know she trusted I would do just that. I knew I was depleted of energy, but I had to try. Her own reserves of energies were worse off than mine and I knew I would be feeling every injury more after this as I could not borrow hers.

"Take mine," Jacob said and I looked at him in confusion. "I have untapped energy, you can have it if it will make her fly again." I knew what he was offering and why. For the brief time she had guested in my home she was never in the way, always giving us space or a guard, and never once seemed to be put out or find the chore boring. She had won his trust and his respect.

I nodded and he knelt beside the bed. The Orren took one look at Jacob and his eyes widened before he opened his mouth to speak, but he grew still before shutting his mouth with a snap. I ignored it because I was looking inward for my own magics, the ones I used so rarely. Taking Jacob's hand, enjoying the simple touch of it, I looked at him and he nodded his own readiness. Placing my other hand on the delicate breast of Golden Wings, reveling in the heat she gave off, and let my mind soar upwards for guidance from Luna, my eyes drifting shut. I had asked only twice before for this guidance and both times She had granted my request. This time she more than granted it, She assisted me. I felt a well of energy from Jacob but it was a trickle compared to what I felt from within me as Luna answered my prayers for healing. My entire body glowed an incandescent light, I could see it even with my eyes closed, and I could feel her bones knitting, feel the muscles healing and forming stronger than before. The Orren gasped and Jacob squeezed my hand tighter to let me know it was working. It was so easy for me, this healing. It had always been but I was too scared of my own powers that I left them unused. Now though, I could feel everything. The Orren was a powerful being, the strongest I had ever felt. Unbridled energy contained within a shrewd mind and a generous and noble heart. He had centuries of wisdom, years of lessons learned and gained, and he had not hardened to reality like many of his own kin had.

Golden Wings was akin to the Orren but was only less than he because of size. That same wild force that oozed from him shimmered in her and I knew then what that feeling was...dragon blood. I could sense the blood in both, could even feel the other dragonkin around the area shared that same affinity. It was a chaotic surge of destruction kept within by sheer willpower. The lich must have been truly fearsome to lay this mighty beast low. 

All I could feel from Jacob was love. It permeated the room, gushing forth from him like a sluice gate during flood season. It was a love so profound, so pure, that I wondered why I had not felt it before even with my duller senses. Goddess above he loved me so strongly my eyes flew open and I stared at him and the serene look in his eyes. There would never be anyone in his heart but me for I would never turn him away for anything. My own heart reflected that same level of love.

Then I felt the healing was complete and I lifted my hand. That sense fled but was not fully gone. I could feel all of them now more strongly than before and I sent my silent gratitude to Luna for this help and knowledge that I need not be afraid of my powers, just respect them. I leaned forward and kissed Jacob, still caught up in the spell of that eternal moment. The Orren just stood and left. I could hear him say to the other healers that Golden Wings did not want to be disturbed. "Orren...what was that energy?" I heard Healer Tansy ask.

"Your deity has taken a direct hand in the healing of the Queen. It was her direct intercession that you felt." I smiled and chuckled as our lips parted.

"How far off is he?" Jacob asked quietly. Golden Wings flapped to my wardrobe and settled to rest for some of that energy had been her own. She did send her thanks to us before falling asleep. I remembered to ask for large amounts of meat for her in the morning.

"Not very if at all. I felt Her...she acted directly through me." I could not even begin to describe what I felt in words, they all fell short.

"Has she ever...altered her clerics before...after a healing?" I looked at him in confusion and he raised my left hand. I looked at it to find the skin was leather tough and armored with small scales of moonlight white. I pulled off my shirt, more intrigued than scared or repulsed. The scales went up my arm and over my shoulder to trail off down my back and pectorals. My arm was the same shape, the same size, only the skin had been altered. Jacob searched my face for anything that said I was going to react.

"I have heard of this, actually." He looked very shocked. "When healing a magical being of Golden Wings caliber there is a...transference of sorts. My energies were foreign to her so Luna...made a bridge of sorts. My teacher's mentor had a bird's tail from when she healed a phoenix." I flexed my hand, noticing the nails were a jet black, but found nothing had changed. "So yes She has."

"Oh. What happened to that teacher?" I shrugged and held up my hand to his face, stroking the scales against the stubble of his beard. His eyes fluttered shut and he gasped, leaning into the touch like he had never felt its equal. My sense of touch was no less than before but I knew that the scales would protect my arm better than the finest mail ever could.

"This doesn't bother you...I mean its dragon scales."

He shook his head and brought my hand to his lips for a kiss. "Even if you turned fully into a dragon, Kiven, I would love you the same." He grinned at me with that mischievous smile I loved. "I'm sure if I turned into a dragon you would run screaming."

I giggled but shook my head. "I may avoid you during shedding season but I would love you the same." That seemed to be a silly answer and he picked me up and put me in bed, my clothes somehow vanishing from my body to pile up on the other side of the room. My eyes never left his as he slowly removed his own clothing, teasing me with each new inch of bare flesh. Never would I find such a perfect being. Watching the play of his muscles under the tanned skin was a breathtaking sight I could lose myself in. Yet when I thought we would make love, he just held me as he slid in beside me. I felt this is what he needed tonight, and I knew it was what I wanted. He needed to know I was not lost to him as I could have been in the woods. It was perfect for the both of us as we drifted off to sleep.

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I watched as the ground below me flew by. It had been centuries since I felt the wind in my wings and now that the cursed wizard was dead I could exact my revenge on all those who put me in that hellspawned prison. My blood boiled in anger as I knew, somewhere out there, was the one last threat to my dominion over this planet. Had my spell worked? Had that accursed Red been trapped for eternity? If not I would deal with him as well...and even if so I would destroy him.

Ah...lunch!

Swoop down to snatch up some cattle, letting out my acid breath to scare this little town into submission...how I have missed this! The screams of frightened children...

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I sat up quickly and gasped. "What?" Jacob asked as he opened his eyes.

"He's moving," was all I said and looked at him. It was not fully dawn yet.

"Who..." he asked and I saw his eyes simmer as he read it in my features. A deep rumble of a growl issued from his chest. "Where?"

I closed my eyes an concentrated. It had been a dream but I never dreamed like this. I racked my brain for the slightest detail I could see for a direction. "North, past the Tiradel Pass and into Chorindel. A journey of six days. He's...settled by a village." I opened my eyes to see Jacob getting dressed. There was no need to ask what he was doing. I flung back the covers and roused Golden Wings. "Beautiful One, could you contact the Orren and ask him to alert the Elders that Ingalome'stracazillio is moving south?" She stirred and nodded, the message sent instantly. "Thank you." I spun to grab my clothes and armor. Clothes I found but armor I did not.

"You'll need these," Jon said as he came in. He gaped at my arm as I took the items in his hands. New armor, dwarven forged in the Elven style and fitted to mine and Jacob's frames. Also a new set of maces that tingled my entire arm as I touched them. "Kiven..."

"Talk later, dress now. Get Flora and tell her we leave now." Jon nodded and left at a run, the healers chastising him for disturbing the patients. We dressed quickly, assisting when needed although the armor almost slid onto our bodies. Seeing him in that armor, after knowing every inch of his body, was something a bit more sexy. It hid what I wanted to see.

Two packs were tossed onto the bed and Flora nodded. "Your Father knows what we're doing and he says you must remember your duty to the people."

"I do remember it. To all peoples. Jacob must kill Ingalome'stracazillio and I must be there to heal him. There is no better healer." She looked at me closely. My arm was bare for her scrutiny.

"I guess not. You picked one hell of a time to come into your powers." I grinned as I slipped my maces into the loops at my belt. "You know he won't be happy."

"Like that ever really stopped me before," I said seriously and left my room, Jacob's mail clad self following silently. Hard when he was wearing chainmail, but I knew that no magic was spared in the crafting of these armors. The healers stared as we filed past, Golden Wings flying to land on my scaled shoulder. "Coming?" She nodded vehemently. "Good. Discuss magic with Flora, please. She's good, but you're better." As we left my home I felt the astonishment of the injured elves and dwarves. None had ever seen me in full armor and seeing the beast of a man I loved walk out when no one knew we were in there made it very comical and I would have laughed had my mind not been occupied. Jon fell in step as we went to the gating site.

My Father was waiting there for me. "Kiven, this is suicide."

"Yes, it is, but I'm not leaving Jacob to fight that dragon alone. He'll need a healer and another fighter. Two mages will help too. This is my duty, Father. To all the peoples that are here for this. I must do my duty and protect him."

There was a moment of silence. "Then so be it. Who is your second healer?"

"Tansy. She'll lead should I fall." I stepped forward and embraced my father for the first time in a long time. He felt the scales on his arm and flinched, knowing that my powers had come to me. "Father, know that I love you. I will not go down easily, but know that when this is over I will not be coming home." He stiffened. I was whispering. "I love Jacob, Father, and I will be with him as long as he lives." There was a shudder as he processed my words and I pulled away to see the one thing I knew would be there. He was revolted by this. The moment those words left my mouth I ceased being his son.

"So be it," he said after a moment. "You have chosen your path, now you must walk it. Go with Luna, Kiven. May she guide your steps." Those few nearby seemed uncertain because my father's words, while formal, were incomplete. Normally he should have named my lineage and wished those steps to be guided safely home.

I heard it loud and clear. "And may Luna guide your steps until you are taken into Her embrace." There was a small collective gasp because I had essentially told him he could die for all I cared. I did care, but that look pained me more than I would ever let him know. Watching him struggle with the anger that flashed was a small, petty joy. "Flora, we leave." She nodded after saying her own farewells to her father.

I grimaced when a few more forms came forward dressed for battle and travel. One was the Orren and I knew Jacob would not sleep comfortably with him around, although I will say his presence was a good thing to me. This way one of us could take the battle to the air should the fell Ingalome'stracazillio fly. The other I was almost going to kill on sight. A night elf had come, her ebon skin and black robes too dark even for my mood. "I am coming, healer," she said with finality. "It's that or you take my sister and she would slit your throat while you sleep."

I closed my eyes and prayed for guidance, Flora just finishing the portal spell. There came a small feeling of fondness from Her and I sighed. "Very well, priestess. I hope that we can travel peacefully together." My words were what the would be. Tight, controlled, and telling her bluntly I trusted her about as much as I loved my father right then: not one whit. This priestess, cleric of her foul deity, would bear watching. "Orren, I must ask why you come."

"I come because she asked me to." He gestured to Golden Wings and Jacob looked at her like he wanted to knock her off my shoulder...gently. "Since I require far less sleep than you I will act as guardian during the wee hours when normal guards long for sleep."

Jacob nodded curtly and said nothing. "Then welcome. Are we ready Flora?"

"Yes. I have put us down a few hours march from the town. Hopefully he won't sense us."

"Good luck with that," Jacob said so softly I think I was the only one who heard him. He did not underestimate the wyrm at all.

We hitched our packs higher and marched through the portal. I did not look back at all, knowing there was nothing there I would want to see. I would miss my people, but my destiny was no longer with the Elves at all.



Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 05



This has been a bit longer in the writing than I had hoped, but I do hope to keep you guys interested because this next installment may be the last chapter of the story if I can't come up with one or two more ideas to draw it out. As always I like to hear your thoughts and maybe an idea or two to keep this thread alive. If I use one you will be mentioned and thanked profusely. Enjoy!

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It was the dead of night when we made it to the town and Ingalome'stracazillio was absent. Blacks had the worst night vision according to Jacob and the Orren seconded that. This close to the town I could sense there was not much in the way of livestock left alive and the people were injured and far fewer in numbers than would be in a village of this size. "We need to assess the damage here before we confront the beast. If he has drained this place and will soon move on we need to know." Jacob's words were greeted by a round of nods. "Priestess, can you either stay out of the way or disguise yourself? We do not need panic."

I was surprised when she nodded without the expected vileness of her race. "Despite what some here think of me I do not serve the Spider Queen." She looked skyward and smiled. "Drow I am but the Moon Goddess is for me and I for her."

My jaw dropped. I had heard there were some drow who kept the old ways before the were forced underground by the goodly races of the surface but I thought them just a myth to keep up childish hopes that one day we would all be one people again. I knew the Lady of Chaos would never allow one of her own to even say this in jest. "My apologies, priestess. I will do my best to put aside my thoughts concerning your race as they pertain to you."

"Very wise to not include the rest of my race, Healer. I shall cloak myself." Her form shimmered and she stood there as a surface elf in coloration but still the sharper features of the night elves said she was not a person to cross. "Your power for healing are greater than my own, Healer, so I will do what I can to spare those for the final confrontation."

I was about to agree when Jacob stepped forward. "He may use my energies. He has before and he may again. While I may be the youngest here, I will not drain any one person when the work must be shared. Please fan out and find those few that may be left." I smiled to myself when I realized that in the village I had assumed command in our relationship. Out here, he was showing his natural leadership role and I let him because I did not like to lead.

Twenty people out of forty were still alive and only the small children were healthy. Healing went swiftly with so few that I did not even need Jacob's energy. He fetched water along with the Orren while Flora and Golden Wings set up some alert spells to give us a few precious moments' notice should the wyrm return. I was finishing up with an injured expectant mother when a child came over to me and tugged on my sleeve. "Yes, youngling?" I asked and got a somewhat hesitant smile.

"Es'cuse me, mister Elf, but there is a messager for you." I nodded and finished with the woman before following. The Orren and something held off the ground by the scruff of its neck and when I realized it was a goblin I was glad Jacob was inside.

"Thank you, youngling. Now run inside and see if your mama needs anything." The child did just that and I turned my most baleful gaze on the goblin. It started to shiver. "Deliver your message, cretin and I may let you live long enough to have a head start before I get the bathwater."

"I comes from the Great Wyrm with a message fer yas. His Mightiness says to come to his lair and brings the human and the Woodses shall be spared another attack." I looked at the Orren whose face was impassive but grim set.

We were headed that way anyway and the sooner we could get this done the sooner we could either kill the monster or injure it enough to buy the races some time before we die. "I shall bring the human. Where is the lair?" The goblin's rush of words were too much and I held up a hand. "Orren could you retrieve the information I seek? If not I believe the drow priestess would love to get her claws on this one." Mentioning the drow was a sure way to put fear into the gob and break down any mental resistance the Orren may find. Plus it was a petty joy to listen to the goblin whimpering before he passed out from fear.

"You have changed from the child I met."

"My life has changed since then, Orren. The sooner started is the sooner finished and I want that wyrm back in whatever prison we can lock him in and free that red. Maybe he would be a bit more tractable to stay hidden or some other solution. We need the dragons to survive as a world. The kin aren't up to taking their place."

The Orren nodded with a smile. "That would make us Orren the top of the chain and we're scholars not monsters...unless angered of course. I shall get the information you seek." I patted his shoulder and went back inside.

Jacob stood in the doorway with a serious look on his face. "You would negotiate with the Red?" He seemed so surprised.

"I would try. Blacks may be the meanest but reds are the worst for temper. I would rather try to keep him somewhat agreeable to another long term of peace than not." I could not fathom the look of incredulous wonder splayed across his face. "Look, Jacob, I know you hate dragons and with very good reason. They murdered your family and left you all alone until you met me." His face hardened and I saw the ghosts of his memories rising up and I took his hand. "My love, I know what that hatred does to you. Look at how I am still having to catch myself when thinking about drow. They came to help and I still hate them for less reason than you despise dragons." My eye looked at the priestess. "Yet there sits one who worships the same goddess as I if by a different name."

"You don't know this red." He turned his face away as if ashamed to show the raw emotions on it. "He was just as bad from what the tales tell."

I placed a single finger to his chin and turned it back. "You're right I don't, and I don't know the tales, yet there is always a chance for every creature to possess some sort of compassion and gratitude for doing something that benefits them. I don't know dragons as well as you seem to, but I hold out hope that this one will be a better choice than that Black." I stared into his eyes and he looked right back. There would be a long healing process for him if we survived this, one that I yearned to help with.

"Pray to your Goddess that the hope does not wane." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Rest, my dear one. You'll need it." I nodded and went to the room one of the families had let us use for the time we were here. It had a single bed that would not fit the both of us. It would not even fit Jacob truth be told. Yet I was no green adventurer, and I needed less sleep than he did. "Take the bed, love." I smiled over my shoulder at Jacob. He knew what I had been thinking.

"As you say." 

Sometime a bit later I woke to hear voices just outside the room's only small window which was shuttered against the chill of the night. "You are no different at the core, Jacob." The Orren was talking to Jacob. "Still the same selfish child I knew those many years ago."

"You truly think I am unchanged? I have had years to reflect on why this all happened. Vanity and pride landed me in this mess, but I believe I have learned a lot about not letting those get the best of me."

"On the surface, I see that plainly. But deep within, under this skin, lies that same brat I use to mind." The Orren's voice seemed gently reprimanding but full of fondness. Was I hearing this correctly? Did they know each other from years ago?

"Maybe," said Jacob plainly. "I don't know what will happen when this is all over. I don't know who I will be...and whether Kiven will still want to be with me. I know he loves me, I feel it in every fiber of my being, but could he still love me when this is done?"

"Then tell him child. That elf is the most open I have ever seen for his hide bound race." I grinned slightly. Elves were known to be stubborn and I could be as bad. "He is amber among the rest of the saps from the woods."

"But this? Krillian'Orr, this may be too much even for him." I had never heard Jacob's voice sound so lost. "By Bahamut, Krillian'Orr, if he rejects me I will have wished for death all the harder long before this."

I heard a loud slapping sound and Jacob grunted. "You will not say such things. You are grown now and not some mewling baby. Yes you love him deeper than you have ever loved anyone other than yourself. Have you noticed he has changed for you?" There was a small pause and then a sort of grunt. "What other elf sleeps? Or wakes groggy? Do they have dreamless sleep?" Come to think of it I had been dreaming a lot less and still I was surprised I woke on my side or even my stomach more often than flat on my back. The grogginess seemed to be far less than that first night in the cabin, but still I sometimes woke feeling more tired than when I went to bed. "If you have not noticed then you are blind. Even I see it in him. He used the Song tonight, Jacob! I saw the destruction in the forest he caused. Those are impossible to refute."

"But there is that last test."

The Orren chuckled. "That is one thing I can feel in my heart of hearts. He will not reject you after this, be ye alive or dead." I nodded vehemently to myself. I would leave Jacob for no reason other than him asking it of me. "Go rest, child. We never had this talk and I never saw you being a worried little hatchling."

"You always were a pain, Krill." There was fondness there too! They did know each other. And since Jacob was a youth.

"And you were ever my brightest pupil, Jacorro'." They parted ways then and I waited until Jacob entered the room and then sat up to look at him. I could see his face clearly, far clearer than ever before. He looked lost in thought until he realized I was up.

"How much did you hear?"

"Not the entire thing. Only that you and the Orren knew each other when you were young." I left out the fact about him feeling I would reject him. I wouldn't. I knew a lot more than they could know, just hearing that little talk. "Is that what he wanted you to tell me? It is nothing to keep secret."

"I...didn't want to be a hypocrite." I chuckled and stood to cross the small space to his arms. "All dragons or none, even my former teacher." He was looking back into his memories to a happier time and I just held him. "He has always been so infuriatingly smart, and noble to a fault. All his kind are."

My hands toyed with his waist and I realized how far we had come together. When we first met our passions were frequent and fiery. They were still as heated but less often now since we had grown to know each other deeper than mere physicality. We didn't feel the need to couple every day three or four times. Yet I knew this would be the last night we might have together. We went after the wyrm soon and I would want this one last night of this grand passion should I die tomorrow. My hands seemed to break through to his mind and I could feel him rising. He smiled down at me and I helped him from his clothing. "We must be quiet."

"Not this time." We spun to see Jon standing there with his arms crossed and smirking. "I figured I would catch the two of you like this. Wondered why we never got around to that event." I know heat rose to my face. "And a certain dragon queen has silenced this room for the rest of the night." Jon came forward when Jacob beckoned, his light sleeping robe falling to the floor to reveal his tightly muscled frame and full erection.

"I think he's been waiting long enough, don't you, Kiven?" Jacob helped me out of what little I was wearing.

"No, I think he should sit down and wait his turn." Jon's expression was almost one of anger until he realized I wanted him to watch, to build the feeling of excitement until he could no longer stand it and rushed to join us in a frenzy of lust. Then, and only then, would Jacob know why Jon was all the lover I had ever really needed until he came along to steal my heart. Then Jon would be too far from caution to let his brain tell him to stop when Jacob penetrated his bottom. "Sit there and no touching," I said to Jon and pointed to the smallish chair. He went and sat with his arms crossed as if in a pout. I knew he did that to avoid doing what he wanted which was the release. Turning my attention back to the man I love I pulled him down for a soft kiss, something I would never get enough of. All that power, all that unbridled passion controlled for gentle caresses and kisses.

My scaled arm glittered in the not light of the room, catching every ounce of moonlight and seeming to absorb it and then glow with it. It cast eerie shadows on Jacob's face but it cast more than enough light to see his eyes were fluttering from some emotion he had not experienced in a long time. Powerful love and lust mixed with utter revulsion. Dragon scales touched him but he was loving it and hating it at the same time...the ultimate taboo. He leaned into my touch and sighed. I could feel his skin quiver as I traced my hands up his bare chest and I heard two gasps from my two men. Jon was watching but could not even give himself physical pleasure, Jacob's full and turgid erection was larger than I had ever seen it. "Kiven, are you trying to makes this last or tease me?"

"Can't it be a bit of both?" I asked as I kissed my way to his jaw and throat. I wanted to see just how far I could push both until they cracked and did what they truly wanted to. My touch, though soft, had my new claws scratching along Jacob's furry chest and he groaned and looked at me like he would either throttle me or ravage me. My returning smile was one of open challenge. "Does it excite you to feel my arm and hand, knowing what it is?"

"Kiven, were I not so in love with you I would remove that arm." His growl was deep and throaty but I could see that he meant every word. He lifted me bodily and impaled me on his member and I cried out in pained joy, shocked that he had not even prepared me and glad he was close to his point of no return. He bounced me on that huge rod and pulled my face close to his. "But if you stop touching me with that arm I will not speak to you even again." Savagely he kissed me and I moaned. He had never been this forceful and Goddess above I was loving it! I dug my claws into his back and he growled even louder and I swear I could here a dragon chuckling from somewhere nearby.

"Is this the best you can do? Jon has done it deeper and harder than this." Jon's eyes were glued to us and Jacob spun me around in mid air, his member never leaving my bottom, and then nearly slamming me to the ground with himself atop me, every inch possible deeper in me than ever before. I cried out and thrust my strong hips back to meet every stroke. Jacob was merciless and I wondered if I was able to keep up. Faster and faster, harder and harder he thrust into my hole and I loved it. I loved him so much.

Then I could hear something so distinct I wondered how it had lasted this long. Jon was squirming in the chair and he knuckles were cracking in effort to not touch himself. "By the Goddess, Kiven, I am not going to be responsible for what I do to you."

Jacob buried it deeper in me and held it there, making me gasp. I could almost see it from Jon's eyes. Looking from across the room at Jacob's round and muscular bottom as it flexed to dig him deeper into me, those tree trunk legs supporting him as his arms were wrapped firmly around me, how my hole stretched to epic proportions to accommodate him. It was driving him mad, so I decided to make him react. I bucked and tossed a surprised Jacob off me and hiked my bottom into the air. It was all the invitation Jon needed and I felt his familiar member slam deep into my bowels. I was driven back to the floor as Jon clamped onto my shoulder with his teeth...I love it when he does that. I had almost forgotten how much I loved Jon doing just this to me. As I locked eye with Jacob he looked a bit out of sorts until I flicked my gaze back to Jon's waiting bottom. The look he got was something like he finally got what I had been planning all along and loved me all the more for the not so subtle way I had engineered this to happen. He needed no other prompting.

Jacob stood over Jon and me And waited for Jon's slow but powerful pounding to open those tight cheeks, then he dove in. With his tongue. Jon's cry of surprise was nothing compared to the feel of him clamping down tighter with his teeth. He could not keep up his pistoning and get that fabulous feeling at the same time so, he just stayed halfway in me and let Jacob do whatever he wanted. "So tasty, Jon," said my beloved and I could only agree although we had never done this together.

"Jon, does that feel good?" He moaned and whimpered and I took that for a yes. "Want to feel something better?" He nodded, he teeth finally breaking skin. "Then let us do this right." I turned over, forcing Jon to release my shoulder but stay inside me. I pulled him into a savage kiss while Jacob repositioned above him. Jon knew what was going to happen but he didn't care. Not any more. I wondered how Jacob was going to treat this. Easy and slow like most needed, or fast and hard to get it over with quickly? Fast and hard by the scream Jon let out and the sudden weight of both atop me. That scream was not fully one of pain, not with with the way his eyes rolled back and up into his head. 

"The big warrior is a strong one to take such a wound," Jacob said, playing to his pride and letting Jon know he was going to really get it. Slipping out from under, I crawled over to watch what I knew I would never see again. I had never fully penetrated that bottom, but Jacob had most of himself up there. "Are you ready?" Jon looked back with a red face and nodded.

I am unable to describe the scene. Mere words escape me. It was an earthquake fighting with a raging fire on the plains, a tidal wave battling a thunderstorm. Jacob was giving just below his all, knowing to do his best he would honestly hurt Jon, but Jon was begging him to show him how big the human was, to prove he could take anything Jacob could give him. There was no way Jon could take it all, there was not enough room inside to do it. Yet he begged to have more and Jacob did his best to give him more without injury. In and out, up and down. Twice I heard the telltale slap of flesh and Jacob thrust it all inside and each time Jon screamed in honest pain, but he did not relent. He would not admit defeat from something so minor as something nearly a foot long being thrust into him. 

Watching Jon push up on to all fours was amazing. Jacob never let up but Jon's body wanted this too badly and he was up within a minute. My beloved just grabbed him by the hips and drove in. this new angle was perfect and Jacob was all the way in and Jon's climax hit like an arrow. He stopped breathing while his essence was spilled all over the floor. Far more than ever before, I watched spurt after spurt fly from Jon and I wish I still bee under there to catch it all. Jacob slowed and looked at me with a nod as he pulled out gently, making Jondal hiss. But his bottom was invaded by my own rod and Jon looked back with something new in his eyes. There had always been closeness and friendship, but he was grateful. To me and to Jacob. I was touched by that look and slid in slowly and gently, finally feeling those depths I had ever been denied from fear. "Kiven, go easy."

"I will Jon. There never was a need for posturing between us." He smiled and rolled onto his side, taking me with him and I wrapped my arms around him. I felt a splash of minor magics and saw Jacob was cleaning himself before placing his member at Jon's mouth. "Go easy on his mouth, Jacob. He's not use to you." Jon's smile was almost challenging but Jacob nodded, leaning down to give Jon a sensual kiss before replacing his pole in Jon's mouth. He did nothing at all, just let my former lover do as he wished. Then Jacob almost lost his stability as he felt Jon's wondrous mouth, the one he had been using on me for the better part of a century. He could handle some size and what he could not handle did not matter because that tongue was better than anything. My hips were rolling, my phallus sliding in and out of his rump, and I swear I knew it would hit soon because Jacob's face was pure bliss.




Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 05



"I thought you were good, Kiven. Gods above I don't think I can last."

"I can't." Thus saying I lost my hold and emptied my seed into Jon for the first time ever. I cannot believe I was here with my two men. I groaned which pushed Jacob over his own edge, Jon eagerly lapping up all the fluids he could and not missing a drop.

All three of us spent, we fell asleep there on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Tomorrow would be something new. Tomorrow would be the dawning of the rest of my life...or the last of it. Tonight I had forever, entwined with the men I loved. Tomorrow...we faced a dragon.



Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 06



Dawn will ever be the time of new beginnings, but also the time of old things to end. I knew that soon we would meet face to face with the black, but as I stood looking at the rising sun I wondered why I felt so calm. Around me stood my companions and loved ones and I could scarcely know their minds for the blank expressions on their faces, but I could feel what they felt.

For the Orren, he felt grim. He knew that this day many would die from our group, himself included, but he still went with us. His lot would be aerial combat, a place the Orren held better ground against the larger, slower dragon, where his speed and agility would allow for stinging hits that wore him down. I knew all of this though his face was neutral.

Golden Wings sat on Flora's shoulder and I could feel the humming of magical energies around them. The dragonkin queen was teaching my friend, giving her centuries of magic in a short time, forcing into her mind the knowledge she possessed that might tip the battle in their favor. The sweat on Flora's brow said it was taxing to receive knowledge this way, but she would be better prepared for the battle. Both were determined to bring this fell wyrm down or die trying.

The drow, Cor'Undum by name, was looking at the new dawn with something I never thought to see in the eyes of her accursed race. Hope...and longing. She hoped for a chance to see this again, to see this thing called Dawn. No drow looked upon the sun without flinching and crying out from the pain, yet she stood facing the morning with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. She longed for a time when she might walk the surface under the moon and no one would condemn her because of her skin, as so many had done...as I had done.

Jon's thoughts were still. He was waiting. His focus was precise, his body ready for this beast. Hundreds of years of training would be used this day. Yet in that calm state Jon thought of one person. He thought of me. His heart was full of joy that I had found someone so perfect for me and yet just as full of sorrow because he would lose me this day. Whether to death or to Jacob, he would lose me.

Jacob looked only at me. With such an outpouring of love as I have never felt, he loved me with more fire than a thousand suns, hotter than a red dragon's breath and more fiercely than a battle raging dwarf. I would never reject him and he would never stop loving me...yet that undercurrent was there. As plain as the morning was his worry, but I just smiled and held his gaze with mine.

"Is everything ready?" I asked. There were only nods. "Orren, lead on." We laid out our plans. Jacob and I would come from the south to the cave's opening in the Spine Ridge Peaks. Orren would be carrying the others except for Cor'Undum. She would come from below with Golden wings. Seven against a monstrous blight...it would work...Two healers, two warriors, two mages and Orren who would fit in however he was needed. "Let us go."

The trek overland was fraught with sorrow. Villages gone, the smell of acidic carrion stinging the nostrils. Destruction and plague had wiped out the land, leaving it fallow and useless for decades. Trees were uprooted or looked like they were melting from the fearsome power Ingalome'stracazillio. How could one dragon do all of this?

I was jogged out of my reverie by Jacob touching my arm. "Here is where we split up." I followed his pointing to the small cave that was being opened by magic the drow was using.

"Healer, should I die this day, bury me under the gaze of the moon so She may guide me to Her side." The drow looked at me with certainty.

"If you fall, your name will be sung as a hero in the Histories and your body shall lay to rest in our sacred grounds, as only the true followers have been." She bowed her head with a smile. I could offer her no higher honor than that. To rest eternally with those who shared her soul's beliefs, to watch the moonrise eternally.

"Now comes the fun part," said Jon as the Orren changed his shape and the two elves leaped gracefully to his back. "Jacob, you take care of him or you will answer to me. In this life or the next." Jacob was grinning but both knew Jon was serious.

Our party split and Jacob and I were alone. True, Jon, Flora and the Orren were above us in the low clouds, but they could not see us really. We walked with our weapons drawn in case of surprise. "Jacob, I had another dream last night."

"Was it of him?" The way he said it was like bile in his mouth.

"No, it was of us." He looked at me with a smile.

"Tell me about this dream."

"The battle was won, although at a cost. Two of our group had died, but they would be reborn by the power of Luna." Jon winced but smiled. "I stood, injured and alone in the cave with the dragon dead, but you and the Red were there. He spoke of slumbering for many years. After we flew away that is. He offered to carry us all back to the forest, torching the remaining goblins as he went." Jacob laughed at that. He could see them roasting from the heat of dragonfire. "We dropped off Flora and the others and then we left. Just us. The Red went his way and we went ours. Away from my roots, away from the misery, to a new life where we would be happy together for many years."

Jacob was smiling. "If only the happy parts are true. I would want no one to die this day but that monster."

"Ah, but Luna, in Her infinite wisdom, gave life back to our fallen as new creatures. New dragons." That made him laugh. "I did say it was a dream."

"And who would be given this ill fate?"

"Jon and Cor'Undum. They would be reborn as a mating pair." The last was totally fabricated just to make him laugh and it worked.

"Jon would cringe if he heard you say that. I could imagine him swinging his sword for your head for even giving him the mental picture." He would at that. What I didn't tell Jacob was that it was Jon and Cor'Undum that would fall. I knew it as I knew the rest. Jacob and I would be together happily for many years after this battle, but I would be losing one I held dear.

We rounded a bend in the trail and there were two dozen goblins waiting for us. I had not felt them and Jacob had not known either so we were caught off guard. The goblins were not. They attacked as a cohesive unit, far better than the best of humans could. Jacob's shock lasted only a fraction longer than my own and we brought our weapons to bare. We could only defend as they attacked, slicing and bashing at all angles, but not a blow landed. Most was our skill, yet some were the enchantments placed on our armor by the dwarven smiths, turning a few blows or softening them to nothing.

The first one that scored a hit on Jacob sent him into a rage and it was over from then on. His dancing blade would strike, cleaving a body in twain, and he would roll away as my maces came crashing in to bash in the skulls of two more. When my maces hit, the goblins disintegrated into fine powders. 

"Jacob, they're undead!" I knew zombie dust when I saw it.

Sure enough, the ones he had killed were still coming on, headless though some were. "You kill, I have you flanks." I nodded and went on the all out offensive. With no regard for simple kills, I went right for their heads. My maces seemed to be enchanted against the foul lifeless horde, turning them to nothing but dust should the maces kill. I knew Jacob would have my flank and I didn't fear I would hit him.

Only moments had passed but them goblins were gone. Neither of us were truly winded, but Jacob was favoring the injury he took. "Let me see." He showed me the already infected wound. I held out one hand and cast a spell, the infection drawing out and into the rocky ground. I then watched as the wound closed of its own accord. "Umm..."

"The armor. Spelled to heal me of mundane hurts." I nodded like that was handy. With the magical infection gone the wound would be mundane, it had been only a scratch anyway.

"I do believe that he knows we're here. I never sensed them."

"Do you sense him?" Jacob asked and I nodded. There was no mistaking him. I knew now what dragons felt like, even their smaller kin, and he was waiting for us. "Never was a chance to surprise him."

"Nope. So, my love, shall we go on like we know we can kill him?" Jacob laughed and nodded.

"This brazen side of you is a bit of a turn on."

"When we live through this, you will find how brazen I can be." His grin was sultry, showing he was in a sort of battle lust. Truth be told I was too. I was coming to love fighting beside him, hearing his heart thundering beneath the clanging of battle.

"Then lets get through this." We jogged.

* * * * *

The cave's entrance was larger than our great oak had been. Two hundred feet tall and twice again as wide, it looked like the biggest maw about to swallow us whole. Here the smell was strongest. Acid and brimstone, the foetid stench of decay and mold, foul corruption seeping into the ground, permeating the air with its evil. Jacob stepped forward and bellowed, "Come out, lizard. We have waited long enough for this day."

That we have, whelp. I should have killed you with the rest. The sound of Ingalome'stracazillio was like the most disheartening thing. It was an unearthly, rumbling and scraping that spoke. 

"Yes, you should have. Kiven, leave your maces alone, they won't touch him." I nodded, preparing more than a few spells I had in mind for him. My first was to protect Jacob from acid so the breath of the wyrm would be useless.

The ground beneath us trembled once, and then again. I realized it was the dragon walking towards us. How big was he? I got my answer as the head could be seen in the gloom. Each eye was ten feet across, each nostril fifteen feet tall and thirty-two feet long. I had no words for just how gigantic this beast was. The neck was ticker than my tree and kept getting thicker, even as the first monstrous claw came into view, each talon big enough to slice a war elephant into ribbons. His spine was ridged with spikes longer than I was tall and the scales were blacker than the darkest night reflected off of slime ridden cesspools.

Yes, little changling, your maces will do nothing to me. You have brought me the human and I shall not attack your forest a third time. Third? That meant it was already under attack. In fact, you may leave. My quarrel is with the human. He turned away from me and looked at Jacob. Big mistake.

A smart creature would turn tail and run, blessing the dragon for his moment of mercy. I never said I was smart. "You sent undead into the heart of my forest," I was drawing energy for a nice spell, "you desecrate our lands," Ingalome'stracazillio must know what I was doing, "your minions have killed my people, and you say your quarrel is not with me?" I grinned and loosed my spell as he swung back to me. "You're a fool." He was too late to stop my spell as it triggered.

Jacob roared as it hit him. His body grew and grew and with it his armor and weapons, until Jacob stood over two hundred feet tall. With the new size came even more strength, something the wyrm was not ready for. My beloved swung his sword, the sounds of it a thrum through the air like no other ever heard in history. Yet the bellowing roar of the dragon as it scored was enough to knock me flat against the ground. The hit was not deadly, it barely scratched his impervious scales, but that is not to say it was painless. I rolled back as fast as I could to get out of Jacob's dancing feet because the Black had come out of his cave fully and was ready for battle now. Those massive claws rent the air, but Jacob parried or dodged. He was ready for this fight, had been for years.

The Dragon could not score a hit and Jacob's dealt little damage except for one thing. Jacob only struck one spot, just where the neck met the back of the monster's head, its weakest point. Yet my spell would end long before this beast expired. "Heads up," I heard from above and down came Jacob's reinforcements. Jon landed on the beast's back, himself the same height as Jacob. It leveled the dragon for a moment, long enough for both to score a few nasty hits to the same spot. Jon's twin blades rained down on the neck, chipping away little by little.

Ingalome'stracazillio rolled, dislodging Jon who jumped and rolled to his feet. He was best when against vicious foes, but nothing prepared him for the baleful glare of an ancient wyrm. It froze him where he stood, his limbs unable to move. Acid came spewing from the maw of the great beast, but it was frozen before it hit Jon, a chunk of acidic ice made solid by Flora still astride the Orren. Her attack made the Black recoil, its worst bane being deep cold. With a loud snap, Ingalome'stracazillio unfurled his sail-like wings and flapped once to get airborne. He knew he could not face two foes his own size and a spell caster. "Ready, Flora?" asked the Orren and she nodded. She knew her part was to keep the hostile spells from grounding them as the dragonkin harried the gigantic beast back to the ground.

Over and under the Orren flew, dodging the acid and evil glare of the dragon. I watched in fascination as I had never seen such flying. I knew what small falcons could do to a large eagle in the air, but the dragon was easily a hundred times the size of the Orren. Still, the silver scaled aerial wonder was forcing the beast back to the ground with it's frigid breath. Back to the waiting blades of our fighters. We needed to keep him grounded...where were our ground troops?

That was when the feel wyrm roared and made a bee line straight for his cave. "They're in," I said and Jacob nodded. A dragon's biggest weakness: its treasure. Golden Wings and Cor'Undum had made the dragon's lair and touched the treasure, all that was needed to bring him back inside to where he could not fly, where we could surround him and come at him from all sides. "Jon?" He still could not move, even as his enchanted growth began to reverse. "Stay here then. Make sure the dragon does not get past you without you seeing where he goes." That was something he could do, and while I know it chaffed him, he could not fight the beast as he was.

Jacob and I stormed in to see the drake queen was weaving intricate patterns over the head of the dragon, blinding the beast. It would hardly slow him down, but at least he could not freeze us with his gaze. We paid no mind to the treasure, it was not our goal. The drow incanted a few words I did not know and I saw hundreds of spiders appear. Had she deceived me? Did she serve the Spider Queen? No, those were no spiders from her lightless home, these were moonwidows. Their webs were very strong, their venom only a sedative, but enough of them could slow the colossus down. I scent you drow. You who touched my horde. I started to cast a spell and thankfully it was there before that vile acid was. My barrier would hold against a few hits, but not the onslaught Ingalome'stracazillio was capable of. What it did do was bide her some time to complete her summoning and use a gateway to get to me.

"Dance with me, lizard," taunted Jacob. He swung his sword and got the first real hit against the beast, the blade biting deep into the flesh. I was deafened by the sound but I watched as Ingalome'stracazillio thrashed, his deadly blood spraying everywhere, melting his own precious gold and gems like ice.

Ice, thought I, and cast a small spell to freeze the bloody wound closed lest he spray us all. A powerful slam of that tail threw us all into the air as a tidal wave of coins lifted us up. When Jacob landed, he saw his sword was useless, the blood having eaten the metal. Yet he was not done. I marveled at how long my spell was lasting and even more at how the blood he was bathed in was not harming him...it was true.

Golden Wings was pelting the beast with icy spikes now, tearing shreds in the wings and sensitive areas. Her spells were powerful, but not against this foe. She knew she was no match, but it was enough to keep him from homing in on one enemy. I was able to stumble to my feet, and I was reaching for Cor'Undum, when that mighty tail came back down. There was no chance. The drow died on impact and was flung into the air by the concussive force. I spared only a small thought to Luna to keep her safe so she may rest among our heroes. Her spiders were still active though and were binding and biting the beast, making its reactions more sluggish. Even in death, the drow was proving to be an insidious foe.

Like a spinning top Ingalome'stracazillio twirled, no longer caring about its horde, but casting about for Jacob. His othersense pinpointed my love who was close enough for a massive claw rake across his armor, rending it and score a hit in his flesh. Jacob roared too as he was flung into a far wall and through it. That crash brought the opening to the cave down. The other half of our troupe was outside...and only Golden Wings and I were up and able.

I began raining spells on the beast, my anger high. "Attack him, will you? You oversized lizard, I'm going to turn you into a new pair of boots!" My spell was a wall of swords, the slashing and slicing targeting his neck area near the only opening in his armor. Each was one more sliver or an opening to the vital parts, and this time the wyrm could not react as quickly. I needed to get to Jacob, but he was hundreds of feet away on the other side of a rockslide. My blades became ice, slowing him down even more. Golden Wings was continuing her assault while I could hear Flora chanting outside. She might not be able to fight, but she could feed her energy to us. The Orren was doing something, saying something in the dragon tongue I did not understand, and I heard a pop above me.

There was Jon, his swords now ten times the size as he dropped right over the wound we had been rending. "NO!" I cried, but Jon could not stop gravity. The swords weighed more than they looked as he fell, their razor edges slicing into and through the neck of Ingalome'stracazillio. The was a shudder that ran through the cave and then all was silent as the great wyrm died. "Jacob!" I cried. My feet were unsteady over this shifting, acid strewn terrain, but I got to the rubble. Golden Wings was going to see to Jon, so I knew if he was still alive he would be fine.

"Stay away, Kiven, it's not safe." I heard Jacob's voice, although he sounded strained and hoarse.

"Like hell. Stay where you are..."

"NO! My love, stay there...the Red is in here." I cared not. I kept coming and the stone that sealed him was blasted away as I screamed at it. I don't know how I did it other than sheer primal rage, but the stone was gone.

There was the Red. He was not as huge as the Black, but still he was a massive sight. A gorgeous deep red with a mane of hair and flames that licked from his nostrils and his tail's tip. Only half the size, he looked back in the cave as if he could not believe he was out of there. "Great dragon, please hear me, we come as allies against Ingalome'stracazillio, whom you see dead!" I cried out, hoping I could get to Jacob before the Red was aware of everything. The huge head bobbed as it still looked back. "I ask you, please Mighty One, to allow my mate to leave unharmed. I ask that you listen to our words."

I will listen, Kiven of No Tribe. He somehow knew my father had disowned me. For you, I will obey.

I halted. Obey? "Splendid One, is my mate alive?" Please say yes. I had heard him, but he might have succumbed to injury since

As alive as one may be when one does not exist. Not exist? No, I would feel it had he died. The Red turned his head and looked right at me.I saw Jacob looking out of his eyes. My heart thundered in my chest as I gazed up at him. There was no denying the love I saw there, the raw emotions laid bare that I would now reject him. Kiven...I did not wish you to know.




Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 06



"I knew." He eyes widened. "I told you I had a dream that we would live and the Red would be willing...I just didn't see this part." He laid down and I walked over to stand next to his immense head. "Beloved, you will not lose me to this."

How can you love me? I have lied to you the entire time, keeping from you my true self... I put my finger to his lips.

"I don't care. You and I were made for each other, and by Luna I will not forsake you or leave you for this. Might make lovemaking more difficult." He chuckled, a plume of smoke washing over me. I looked back to hear the drake queen keening a song of grief.

Jon is dead? I nodded.

"He killed Ingalome'stracazillio, but died when...the blood...and acid..." I sobbed and buried my face in Jacob's red scales.

Weep not child, for the warrior is with me. We both looked to see a ghostly figure of moonlight appear. I wiped my tears and gazed at the avatar of my goddess. He was brave and daring, loyal and loving, and he shall be forever by my side. As will Cor'Undum. I smiled through the bitterness. She had her wish, she was with Luna. The choice is now yours, my chosen. Life among the elves or life with your dragon mate.

I knew it was no choice at all and I looked at her. Go back to a world of memories that pained me? To a place where I would never be happy again? "I am with the one I love." Her smiled was soft and radiant, filling the room with light. I closed my eyes as I felt my body tingle. There was a clanging noise and a gasp from Jacob, but I could see nothing.

When it passed the body of the fell wyrm was gone, leaving only his horns. Jon lay as if in slumber beside the drow, their bodies looking whole. Golden Wings was bowing before me...and I was looking down at the whole scene. Down from about a hundred feet up. Jacob?

Wow... was all he said and I turned to be looking him almost in the eyes. He was standing up. My own gaze traveled down and when I looked I screamed, but what came out was the roar of a dragon. 

Luna had given me moonlit scales of alabaster...the same color as the ones I had received from the healing. I was a dragon! A stunning moon dragon. Tales and legends spoke of such a creature who was both healer and destroyer. You are my chosen, Kiven'dreluna. You and Jacorro'baramel shall be united in keeping balance in this world. You for the Moon, him for my brother the Sun. Seasons in and out. I was chosen?

But, we will not live forever. Even I knew dragons could be killed and died from old age. Might take a few dozen centuries, but it happened.

You shall not be alone. Others will come. You will be blessed with children.

I must have looked stunned because Jacob was chuckling. Beloved, dragons need no true mate for eggs, just the right circumstances.

You mean I could have a clutch of eggs? The thought of that was silly, but they would be with Jacob...Jacorro'baramel I guess. My Lady, thank you. She nodded and slowly faded away as she caressed the cheeks of our departed.

"Kiven!" came Flora's voice from outside. "If you're by the entrance stand back."

You stand back, said my beloved and he took in a deep breath. The gout of flame was tremendously hot and the rock melted into nothing but puddles of goo. He strode forward and out of the cave, Golden Wings flying on ahead. Gently I lifted the bodies of Jon and Cor'Undum and placed them on my back.

Flora screamed but the Orren stopped her from casting. "You are free now, hatchling."

Far from that, old friend. Far from a hatchling. Jacob looked down at Flora. She stepped back but then stopped.

"Jacob?" The tone was incredulous, so shocked. "I did not see this coming. Where is Kiven?"

I'm right here, I said and came out. The sunlight hurt my new eyes and I squinted. Her eyes went huge as she looked on me. Yeah, I'm that good looking.

"By Luna...what happened?" So I told her. She knew I would not be going back to the forest, but she did not know I would be going with Jacob as a dragon. My words made her smile and cry at the same time. "No one will believe me."

"They will," said the Orren. "So what happens next?" he asked of us.

We take you back to the forest and rid it of anything that lizard sent. Jacob was grinning as he said this. Just like in my dream.

We did fly back, torching goblins in our wake. My breath was like light, but light that can burn. It was a thin beam of energy more accurate that Jacob's but his was far more destructive. My new body seemed to know what to do as I flew, swooping down to kill goblins and wraiths as we winged to the forest. It was deep into the night when I spotted my old home. Flora was astride the Orren as we circled. They landed first to a reception of thousands. I smelled the corpses of even more, many races dead "Flora!" called my father.

"The dragon is dead!" she cried and the crowd cheered. But it quieted as Jacob and I came from above the clouds.

"It's more," yelled a dwarf.

"Stop! They are allies!" Flora's words almost went unheeded until Golden Wings came down to land on her shoulder and roar her own words. The mass fell silent. "The Red has come to aid us in ridding the rest of the woods of the vermin. Already he and his mate have killed countless on their way here."

I heard the confusion. Wasn't the Red the last dragon? "Flora..." my father started but stopped. "Where are Jacob and Jon?" I noticed he said nothing of me.

"Jon slayed the fell wyrm at the cost of his life. Also the drow Cor'undum has gone to the embrace of Luna." There was a unified cry of disbelief. As one they throng moved as we came in for a landing. The devastation of the forest made my heart sore, but it would grow back. The lives lost would not. "Jacob and your son Kiven," mentioning me made my father's face spasm, "have left us. They are gone from this world." 

We landed, dropping the great horns of Ingalome'stracazillio on the ground and then landing beside them. Jacob carefully lifted the bodies off my back and laid them gently on the ground. It was the last wish of the elf you called Kiven that I see the fallen here for burial. He freed me from my prison and for this I name him forever friend. By his will I shall let this world rest and recover for no less than one hundred years before I take to wing. He stepped back and a few hardy souls braved being near him to gather the bodies.

I stepped forward to a collective gasp. My scales gave off a gentle glow of moonlight. By the will of Luna, Jondal Remoradin, First Sword of the Council and Dragonslayer is to be laid to rest beside the heroes of old. With him shall be buried Cor'Undum Wraithbane of house Min'doraaq. This caused a stir. A drow buried among the greatest heroes? I stomped my foot, making the ground shudder. By my words she will be buried there or by the will of Luna I shall lay waste to you. I was mostly bluffing, I would not harm my people.

Flora's father, whom I was glad to see was alive, stepped forward. "She shall be buried along side our finest. The Dragon of Luna has spoken and so it shall be." No one was willing to say no after that. I inclined my head in thanks and respect. 

It took us another week to rout out the last of the monsters sent and by then no one thought we were anything but allies. I stayed to heal those I could, them being brought to me under the moonlight when my power was strongest. It was the last night in the forest that I lay resting for our flight away from this place that my father came to me dressed in his finest clothing. I cracked open an eyes to let him know I knew he was there. "Where will you go from here, Great One?"

I know not. My mate leads and I follow. I will be with him as long as he lives.

My father stepped back one step and then really looked at me. "And...my son...does he know that an old and stubborn elf is often wrong?"

He does. Words said in anger and haste, even ones unsaid, can be forgiven. I looked him in the eye and I saw a tear there. 

"And...wherever he is...is he happy?"

He is with his mate. Their lives started anew with the death of Ingalome'stracazillio. They are on a path no one may follow, but I do not doubt he will think of this forest often...and of his stubborn old father whom he loves very much. That tear fell.

Jacob came striding over then, careful to walk softly and quietly as very few were awake now that the brief war was over. Leader, we must leave. Our job here is done, the wyrm-slayers are at rest. He looked to us and I saw the hint of a smile play about his features. Old wounds healing? He asked.

"They are. Mighty Dragon, remember well your words and vows, though I believe I know the mettle and honor you possess." Jacob bowed to him and then flapped once and was up in the air. I stood and stretched, knocking my father over with a smile. "Keep safe, Kiven. And if you find a way back to us from time to time, know you will always be welcome. You have chosen your path, now you must walk it. Go with Luna, Kiven'dreluna. May she guide your steps and may she guide them safely back to us."

And may she guide your steps and heart until we meet again, in this life or the next...Father. I flapped and was gone into the night skies, circling high to catch up to Jacob.

"Stay safe...my son. Keep him well, Jacob."

EPILOGUE

Months passed since the time of the death of Ingalome'stracazillio and no one had heard from or seen the Red and Moon since as they flew overhead. It was as they said, they had gone to rest someplace no one could follow and it seemed as if they would stay there. The world knew there were dragons, more now than before. They had the enemy of all enemies to face should the mood strike the ravenous beasts, the need to keep fast the common bonds of friendship and diplomacy. The ban on the elven woods had been lifted permanently and a new settlement, Kivenwood, was already being built in the patch of forest where he was attacked by the undead. It was a neutral ground for any race to meet and trade and far enough away from the main elven village that few would go there without prior consent.

It was once a full year had passed that Flora awoke to something moving in her home. With a gesture the light flared up and she gasped to see Kiven standing there, his pale skin glowing slightly but covered in a long cloak of black dragon hide. She went to speak but he put his finger to his lips and motioned for her to follow. Without even a thought she donned a robe and followed. Once outside Jacob fell into step beside her, putting his massively muscled arm around her with a smile. They lead her out of the forest glade and along a path she knew very well. One by one her old companions joined her. Golden Wings and the Orren came gliding in and walked beside them and it was then that she knew they were bound for the burial site of their old friends. It had been a year.

The site was simple to most. It was obviously a cemetery, but each tomb was not covered by stones but rather each body was encased in a living tree. To touch a tree was to recall who was nestled in its heart. When they came to the site of their friends, she gasped and covered her mouth. The trees were rent in two, the bodies within were gone. Yet wrapped around the base of the trees were small forms that lifted their heads. With sinuous grace they stood and came forward to rub heads with all of them. One was a wondrous snow white, the other black as jet. Flora could not believe what she was seeing. Silent as they came, the seven walked out of the cemetery and up to the butte above it.

"I don't understand," she said when they passed a marker that said silence was no longer needed.

"Don't you?" Kiven asked. "She said there would be more."

Flora was still confused. "Child, rest assured that your friends are alive and well." The Orren flew off into the night, Golden Wings right behind him after saying her own farewells. She looked at the ones she loved as they returned to dragon form.

"Will you come back to stay? Kiven, Jacob?"

In a few more years, when we have taught them how to live. Perhaps next time there will be young. Kiven smiled at the awestruck look on her face. I am expecting. He nudged her gently.

"Really? Wow. Jacob, you work fast."

A lot of practicing with him. That made her laugh and groan at the same time. We must be going. These two are hungry and don't know what not to eat yet. Farewell, little sister. Jacob flew off, followed by three dragons, Jon and Cor'Undum in tow. 

"Goodbye guys." 

Who says dreams don't come true?



Forbidden Fantasy Hotel



The Forbidden Fantasies Resort, owned and operated by Jamir Antoine, is located deep in the mountains outside of Denver Colorado. 

Jamir, who stands 6 ft 2, is both intimidating and endearing to those who know him. Mocha colored with long flowing locs that hang to the middle of his back upon first glance would not be considered handsome but exudes a sexual charm that is undeniable.

He spent his youth in boarding schools in Great Britain and France where he acquired sexual skills that are almost legendary. The Brits and French had given him a lust for any type of sexual pleasure and he was intent on sharing his view with anyone willing to explore.

Jamir's father was a member of the Black Panther party who had sent him and his mother away after being imprisoned and eventually murdered by the American government. After coming of age, he inherited his father's fortune that had been hidden away and with it he built a chain of luxury hotels all over the globe. However, Forbidden Fantasies was his most treasured possession.

The others catered to the rich and famous and had the obligatory pools, tennis courts and other amenities the upper-class could afford but Forbidden Fantasy, which had a moniker out front that read FF – hotel, was completely different.

This hotel specialized in catering to sexual fantasies.

Each day people from all walks of life, lawyers, judges, actors and actresses, sports stars, and anyone else who could afford the price tag were able to make their wildest, most deviant fantasy a living breathing reality. 

Jamir walked the massive hallway of the penthouse floor of his main building the Tower. He was there ensuring all of the rooms were cleaned and ready for tonight's fantasy. I'm Candace Fitzgerald, one of the leading erotic writers in the country and I had requested the top floor for a fantasy to be fulfilled later that evening.

Jamir considered me one of his favorite guests because he knew whatever I experienced would somehow be immortalized in book form later. It was a little known fact that my first novel Sexy Slopes was written about a weekend adventure the two of us shared at the resort.

We stayed in one of the secluded cabins located on the property and by the end of the weekend I had had enough orgasms to last most women a lifetime and enough ideas to fill an entire novel. Jamir never asked for any credit or royalties. He just enjoyed the notion that he was my muse. 

When he was satisfied with the layout of the area, Jamir turned the evening's festivities over to his manager Joan and left the resort.

I pulled into the long winding driveway of The Forbidden Fantasy Resort intent on having my forbidden fantasy fulfilled. I'd promised myself that there was no way I was going to spend another New Year's Eve at some boring cocktail party. Instead I was intent on getting some cock and a little bit of tail too. When I spoke with Jamir earlier he assured me that everything would be to my satisfaction and specifications. Jamir knew me, biblically and he assured me that what I was requesting would be no problem at all. I dressed in only a tiny mini skirt and button up blouse, as no underwear was needed for the party. Due to the frigidly cold weather I covered it all in a long flowing white fur coat.

I checked in at the front desk of the Tower and the manager Joan smiled and winked at me. 

"Where's Jamir?" I asked.

"He's gone for the day but I have explicit instructions for what you've requested Miss Fitzgerald."

"He won't be participating?" I asked, just slightly disappointed.

"I'm sorry, he wasn't aware you wanted him. It's not on your list. If you like I can see if he has plans for the evening. But of course it is New Year's Eve." She said reaching for the phone.

"Oh no don't disturb him at home. His presence is not necessary although it would have added to the fun. I'm sure what you've prepared will be just fine." I said as I laid down the $10,000 dollars I was told my fantasy would cost. Joan locked the money in a safe then showed me to the private elevator leading to the penthouse. My fantasy required use of the entire top floor but being a personal friend of Jamir's certainly had its fringe benefits. Feeling flushed with excitement I followed Joan out of the elevator onto the floor.

Joan took me to a small lobby-like area where my fantasy participants were waiting. There were 20 people there consisting of 12 women and 8 men. Jamir had ensured that Joan followed my instructions to the letter and each of the women was gorgeous and thick and the men sexy and tall. She had also included my preference of ethnicity in that 2 of the women and 3 of the men were Spanish. The remainders were African American. I licked my lips as I saw the smorgasbord I was about to get a taste of.

Joan introduced me and quickly set out the rules of the night. We were going to play a little game I like to call Ravage Me. The rules were simple. At the beginning a bell would ring and the lights would go completely out. Each person was to then find his or her way through the hallway and into one of 6 available rooms. The lights would remain out for 1 full minute. When the lights came on whoever you were in the room with you must have sex with. The first person to spot his or her partner had the choice of sexual position, style, etc. This would occur once per hour for the next 5 hours. To add a little extra spice to the game at the end everyone would gather in the lobby area once again and the person who had the most partners at the end of the night would receive the $10,000 dollars I had paid for the fantasy. If I won I would get all of my money back and go home very satisfied. If you found yourself in a room with someone you chose not to have sex with, as some of the people there were not bisexual, then you would have to forfeit all of your points to that person. The game would begin at 8pm and end at the stroke of midnight signaling a New Year.

Joan handed everyone a scorecard and wished us all luck before returning to the elevator. As we waited for the first bell to ring I surveyed the group imagining who I would like to find first. I was lost in a sexual fantasy with one of the Spanish men when the first bell rang. 

I sprang to my feet as the lights went out. I scurried down the hall like a rat in a maze bumping into people and giggling. I found a doorknob and turned it entering one of the six rooms. I listened intently and I heard breathing. I quickly closed the door and waited for the lights to come on.

After what seemed like forever the lights came on and I looked around the room. I didn't see anyone. Then I heard a voice from behind me. 

"Hello Sexy looks like I found you first." I turned around and looked into a gorgeous chocolate face. The man standing before me was 6ft tall with a husky body. I licked my lips in anticipation. 

"What's your pleasure?" I asked. 

He unzipped his pants and quickly dropped them. "Suck my dick!" he ordered. I wasted no time falling to my knees and taking his dick full into my mouth. His dick was about 5 inches long and thick. It felt good wrapping my lips around its thickness. I hungrily began to suck him. He leaned his head back and moaned loudly. I continued to slurp and suck taking his dick deeper down my throat. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him to me allowing him to fuck my face. I licked then sucked his balls into my mouth just before I deep throated his dick again. I continued to suck on it for several more minutes.

As he backed away, pulling his dick from my mouth, a trail of my saliva ran from it to my mouth like a spider web. I wanted to put it back in my mouth, and I reached for it. "Lie down on the bed!" he ordered. I quickly obliged. I loved the way he was ordering me around. He reached down and ripped my shirt open the buttons scattered across the room. He then placed his dick between my 40DD tits and began to expertly titty fuck me. Then he took his dick and dropped it back into my mouth. 

"Suck it NOW!" I quickly obliged sucking it deep in my mouth. My pussy was on fire and as I continued to suck him off I reached down and began to finger my swollen clit. He slapped my hand away. 

"No! This is my pleasure! Remember!" He pulled his dick from my mouth and went back to fucking my breasts. He alternated between having me suck it and being titty fucked. I squeezed my legs together trying to give my clit some relief when the first warning bell rang signaling the lights would be going out again in 5 minutes. 

Almost on cue he grunted loudly and shot his cum full in my face while continuing to stroke his dick between my tits. I opened my mouth trying to taste it. He rubbed it onto my face and groaned louder as his climax subsided. 

He got up off me and apologized for tearing my shirt. "I'm sorry I got carried away" he said. 

"No problem at all" I smiled "I enjoyed it very much." 

"I need your name for my scorecard." he said.

"Candace."

"I'm Justin." 

We both scribbled each other's names on the cards and waited for the impending bell. 

When the lights went out I decided I didn't want to spend too much time in the hallway searching for a room. I wanted to be the finder this time instead of the findee. Remembering the normal layout of hotels I surmised that there should be a room directly across from the one I just left. I walked straight ahead until I bumped into it. Bingo! I thought and opened the door. Once inside I left the door ajar and waited for someone else to arrive.

I heard rustling near the door and grew excited. When the lights came on I was not disappointed at all. Standing before me was one of the Spanish women. She was about 5ft 5 inches tall with large hips and breast. She had beautiful full lips and curly brown hair. 

"Wow!" I said as the lights came on. 

She looked at me with apprehension. I sensed that she was a little afraid. "Looks like I found you." I said.

She nodded her head but didn't speak. I thought I saw her trembling. 'Come sit on the bed with me?" I noticed she was almost naked wearing only a thong, as she quietly obliged.

"What's wrong?" I asked,

"I've never been with a woman before." She said. 

Damn! I thought. I really wanted her but if she backed out I gained all her points. 

"What's your name?" I asked 

"Sarita"

Damn! Even her name is sexy I thought. I sat there realizing the hour was ticking away pondering whether or not to take her or her points. My clit was still throbbing from the previous experience with Justin and I decided I wanted sex more than points. I decided that I was going to have to seduce Sarita. I began by trying to relax her. 

"Listen, we don't have to do anything. I understand if you're afraid."

She looked over at me suspiciously and I smiled and winked at her. To my surprise and relief she smiled back.

"Let me give you a relaxing massage but remember when I'm done I get your points." 

"I only have one." She answered "But I understand the rules."

Sarita lay back on the bed and allowed me to remove her thong. I looked at her gorgeous body and decided to start with her petite feet. I gently kneaded them in my hands before moving to her calves. As I massaged I watched her face. She had closed her eyes and was lost in the pleasure. I continued up her body to her thighs. Her face tensed up so I spent minimal time there before moving to her upper body. I gently massaged her shoulders and arms. Her 38D breasts looked like two mounds of caramel ice cream with chocolate centers and I had to fight myself from taking them in my mouth. I told her to turn over on her stomach. She had the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. It was round and voluptuous. As I massaged her shoulder I stared at it while my pussy creamed. 

I worked my way down her back and decided it was time to make my move. I began to massage her gorgeous ass. They felt wonderful in my hands and I squeezed them gently. Sarita moaned so I took another step. I gently spread her legs and slid my fingers down to her bare pussy lips. I gently stroked them. When she did not resist I spread them and began to finger her clit. Sarita moaned louder. I leaned down and took her clit into my mouth and gently began to suck on it. I felt her legs begin to quiver and I pulled back not wanting her to cum. Stopping momentarily I removed the remains of my shirt and took off my skirt. "Turn over" I said quietly.

She did and noticed that I was naked. "I'm not a lesbian," she whispered. 

"Neither am I," I said as I leaned down and began to suck on her caramel breast. My pussy was dripping and I was in desperate need of release. I took Sarita's hand and led it to my pussy. She quickly pulled it back when she felt my wetness. I sucked on her breast more sensually and pulled her hand back. Sarita began to finger my clit. I came instantly. 

I trailed my tongue down to her stomach then spread her legs. She continued to finger my swollen clit. "Put your fingers in" I said. "Mmmmm" I moaned as I felt her slide 2 inside me 

I began to lap at her pussy teasing her clit with my tongue. I swirled it around and around. She tasted so sweet. I wanted to get closer to taste more of her juices. I position myself between her legs and dropped my pussy into Sarita's face in the 69 position. She continued to finger my sopping wet hole. My cum dripped into her face. "Mmmmm your pussy is so sweet."

I murmured as I hungrily lapped at it. I took a finger and stuck it inside her hot pussy while I sucked on her clit. I searched inside her pussy finding her G spot and rubbed it gently. Then I flicked my tongue across her clit again and again. 

"Taste me Sarita." I whispered. "Lick my pussy." I lowered my pussy closer to her face. "Please Sarita, taste it." I said. 

Then I felt it, a soft flick of the tongue. It was tentative at first, then stronger. Sarita grabbed my ass and pulled me to her face taking my whole pussy in her mouth. 

"Aaaaaaah" I screamed with pleasure. 

I was still lost in Sarita's pussy when we heard the warning bell but I could not stop. She was sucking on my clit and I was rushing towards my 3rd orgasm. We continued to suck each other pussies no longer caring about the game. 

We heard the 2nd bell and the lights went out. Neither of us moved from the bed we continued to suck and suck. The $10,000 dollars had completely left my mind as I enjoyed the sweetest pussy I'd ever feasted on. For a beginner Sarita had learned quickly and was turning me the fuck out. I knew I had to see this girl again. 

Before either of us knew it the lights came back on again. 

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

We both looked up to see who had joined us in the room. 

Sarita and I had been so lost in each other's pussies that we didn't realize someone had entered our room. Since he spotted us first we knew we were at his mercy. "Before we get started I'm Tristan. Write it down on your scorecards because there won't be time later." He said. 

I rose slowly from between Sarita's legs to look for my card. I scribbled her name, as I'd forgotten to earlier in my haste to taste her, then Tristan's. I thought I detected a slight West Indian accent when he spoke which instantly turned me on. "I'm Candace." I said as he stood with his card in hand poised to write. 

He looked over at Sarita who was still lying on the bed. "And you are?"

"Sarita" "Yo Candace you can write her name down twice, then I want you to get back to lunching on that pussy. That shit was turning me on." He said.

I crawled onto the bed and in between Sarita's luscious thighs. I knelt down and began to lick her pussy again. I didn't care that Tristan had joined us I was just glad to be back in that pussy paradise. Sarita began stroking her titties and pinching her nipples as my tongue slid up and down her slit. 

I felt Tristan move behind me and begin licking my pussy. His mustache brushed against my ass and tickled.

"Mmmmm." I moaned. Tristan's tongue was long and rough and I pushed my ass back onto it as he sucked my clit before burying his face in my ass. 

He then slid his tongue up and began tonguing my ass while spreading my cheeks with his hand so he could get his tongue in deeper and deeper. It didn't take long for him to get my ass lubed up before Tristan stuck his large finger in my ass. I had never been butt fucked before but his finger felt like heaven as he expertly slid it in and out of my ass. I moaned into Sarita's pussy lost in the pleasure he was giving me. 

I felt the head of Tristan's dick pressing against my pussy lips while he continued to finger fuck my ass. He had added a 2nd one and my ass was stretching to his touch. I had not been fucked yet that night and was hungry for some dick. I pushed back against his dick welcoming it into my hole. My body trembled from the sensation and he slowly fucked my pussy while fingering my ass. By this time I could no longer concentrate and had stopped eating Sarita's pussy. The ecstasy of Tristan fucking me was causing me to feel light headed as he began to pound into me faster and faster. 

"Come here Sexy." He said to Sarita. She slowly got up off the bed with a 'What the Hell' look on her face and joined him behind me. "Stick your fingers in her ass, while I fuck her." He said. With a slight hesitation I felt Sarita's manicured nails pressing against my ass before she slid 3 fingers inside. As she began to pump my ass with the old in and out, I screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, oh hell yes."

The two of them continued to fuck me good until I collapsed in ecstasy in a pool of sweat on the bed. Sarita pulled her fingers out and kissed my ass. Then she trailed her tongue down Tristan's chest over his rock hard abs, nuzzled the hair in his crotch, and took his dick in her mouth. I lay satiated on the bed and watched as she wrapped her gorgeous lips around it.

"I need to nut and times running out Baby." He said. 

Tristan pushed Sarita down on the bed beside me and straddled her. He began to fuck her wildly with abandonment screaming at the top of his lungs. I leaned over and began to lick her pert nipples rushing them both to a mind-blowing orgasm. He suddenly pulled his dick out of her mouth and shot cum all over my face and her breasts as he moaned loudly just as the first warning bell rang.

I wanted to stay with these two but my mind began to remember the game as the clocked ticked closer to midnight. I had 4 points and only 2 more rounds to go. I kissed Sarita deeply and got up off the bed. I grabbed my scorecard and the 3 of us stood poised by the door waiting for the lights to go out. 

As I entered the darkened hallway I tried to stay focused on finding a room. I bumped into a buff body and decided to follow it. I touched him lightly to keep him in my distance and followed him into the next room. Directly behind I felt hands on my ass. Great 2 more points I thought. 

The lights came on and we were all surprised. On the bed lay a gorgeous brown skinned sister. She was completely nude playing with herself. The buff body I had followed belonged to a brother who was about 5'10 in height and mocha colored. I spun around to see the Spanish guy I had been fantasizing about in the lobby. He stood about 5'11 with sexy black curls all over his head. 

I didn't know what excited me more the prospect of 3 more points or the sheer sexiness of the people surrounding me. Remembering Tristan's strategy I quickly took out my card and began asking for names. 

The brother was named Calvin. I scribbled it down as I turned to my Spanish fantasy. "I'm Alphonso but I only need the ladies names. I'm not gay or bisexual." he said. 

The girl on the bed stopped fingering herself long enough to grab her card and said. "Well I'm not gay but I'm bisexual and my name is Sharice. If allowed I'm fucking all 3 of you." 




Forbidden Fantasy Hotel



I quickly wrote her name down and joined her on the bed. "I'm Candace." I gave her a few seconds to write my name and put down her card before I began kissing her deeply. "Mmmmm Candy, you are sweet!" she said and hungrily kissed me back. Calvin and Alphonso stood watching us kissing and groping each other not knowing what to do.

Sharice pushed me down on my back and began sucking hungrily at my breast while fingering my clit. This girl was not wasting any time and her roughness was turning me on. She pinched my nipples and bit them sucking hard. 

"Unngh Shit!" I moaned as she plunged her fingers deep into my pussy working them in and out. I thrust my hips up to meet her hands. 

"Damn girl, I wanted to fuck you as soon as you walked in the lobby" she said and climbed on top of me. She continued to roughly lick and bite my breasts while spreading my legs with her knees. "You ever pussy fucked Candy?" she asked.

I shook my head no not fully knowing what she meant. Sharice spread my legs wider and wrapped hers around them. She reached down and spread her pussy lips exposing her clit. Then she spread mine. "Push your clit against mine." She said. 

I quickly obeyed as she locked our legs like scissors. An amazing chill ran up my spine as our clits touched. I had never felt anything so soft and sensual in my life. I immediately began to grind my hips against hers reveling in the feeling. I'd been eating pussies and getting ate out by women for about six months but this shit was the REAL DEAL. I'd never felt so turned on in my life and I pumped against he harder and faster. She roughly squeezed my tits and bit me. I was in sheer ecstasy when I heard Calvin approaching the bed. He came around to my side and playfully hit my face with his dick. I quickly and hungrily took it into my mouth while Sharice and I continued to fuck. I could feel her juices mixing with mine running down our entwined legs. 

Sharice quickly got up and rotated our position. She lay on her back and pushed her pussy back into mine. We began to fuck some more. Her clit felt large and I knew my climax was near. I deep throated Calvin's dick trying to shift the focus. I didn't want this pleasure to end. 

I opened my eyes too see Sharice sucking on Alphonso's dick. I watched it disappear between her luscious lips.

I felt my climax building faster and stronger. Sharice's hips were bucking against me wildly and as her clit kissed and caressed my clit I could not hold back any longer. I screamed as I came but Sharice did not stop she continued to fuck me more urgently and harder. She worked her body expertly her clit pressing deeper and harder against mine and seconds later I came again, and again, and again. I tried to concentrate on Calvin's dick but I was lost in the most mind-blowing orgasm I'd ever felt. My body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave rushed through me.

Before I had time to recover Sharice had gotten up and moved her pussy directly into my face. She straddled my mouth and began to grind against my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed her pussy by lapping at it with my tongue. The mixture of my cum and hers tasted delicious as I hungrily slurped at it. "Yeah eat that pussy Candy" she moaned.

. 

I felt my pussy lips opening and a dick slid in. I couldn't see whose it was but it felt wonderful. I bucked against it. My pussy was ready for more. "Turn her over I want her ass." I heard a voice say. 

Before I knew it the 3 of them were moving me around the bed. Calvin lay down and told me to straddle his dick, he didn't have to tell me twice, as I willing hopped on allow it to fully penetrate me. Sharice was behind me slapping my ass harder and harder. I moaned at the painful pleasure. She then spread my ass cheeks and stuck her tongue in swirling it around and around. The she replaced it with her fingers working them in and out. "She's ready." I heard her say. 

Then I felt it. My ass muscles tensing as Alphonso's dick went into my ass. I screamed in pain. He stopped momentarily. "Just relax Candy" I heard Sharice say. "Take a deep breath and relax." Alphonso pushed in deeper slowly inch by inch by inch. Calvin was rocking his hips pushing his dick deeper into my pussy. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" I didn't recognize my own voice as I let out a low guttural primal sound. 

The pain had quickly turned to intense pleasure. I thought I was going to go out of my ever-loving mind. I must have sounded like that girl in the Exorcist when I screamed, "FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

Calvin and Alphonso quickly obeyed as they both pounded into me deeper, faster and harder. I floated on a cloud of ecstasy not wanting to come down. 

I almost cried when I heard the warning bell. No, not yet I thought. I had cum over and over but I wanted more. I mentally added these 3 to the list of people I needed to contact later. 

Alphonso pulled his dick out of my ass and shot his cum all over it. I felt Sharice's soft hands rubbing it in. 

When Alphonso backed away Calvin flipped me over on my back and after a few quick strokes he pulled out shooting his load over my stomach and tits. To my surprise Sharice lay down on top of me and rubbed our bodies together soaking the cum up.

Alphonso, Calvin, and I got our cards and headed towards the door to wait for the bell. Sharice lay back down on the bed. "You guys can waste your time running I'm staying right here until someone comes in. It's the last round anyway." She laughed.

The lights went out and we stumbled out the door. 

I entered what would be the last room and leaned against the wall. My body was still quivering from all of the amazing orgasms I'd had so far. I heard breathing around me so I knew I wasn't alone. I decided to take a few seconds to catch my breath before the lights came on. Sliding down the wall I sat on the floor. I rested my head on my knees feeling tired and content. 

I didn't notice the lights come on but as soon as I heard her voice I knew I'd been found. "Hello sweetie." She said. 

I looked up into 8 eyes that belonged to 4 of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. My mind raced as I realized that I was the last to see my partners which meant they could do ANYTHING to me they wanted as well as make me do anything to them. 

I didn't know whether to be afraid or overjoyed. I saw tits swinging, erect nipples, shaved pussies, hairy pussies and succulent asses. I felt like a kid in a big candy store.

A big beautiful sister grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. She had HUGE breasts and a big fat round jiggly ass. 

"I'm Kim" she said and pointed towards my card. She led me to the bed and sat me down. I quickly wrote down her name and the others introduced themselves. 

Raven, was café au lait with firm breasts and shiny black hair that hung right at her shoulders. Tamera was the tallest of the group, at least 5'11, in her stocking feet, with long luscious legs and the color of deep rich mud. 

Last was Toni the obvious leader of the group. She watched me write all of the names down then asked me for my name. "Candace" I whispered. 

They each wrote it on their cards. I noticed that none of them wrote each other's names down and I inquired to Kim as to why. "Cus we are not gonna fuck each other we've done that already. We all are gonna fuck you. "I shuddered with anticipation.

Toni ordered me to lie back on the bed. When I did I felt each of them grab my legs and feet and spread me from stem to stern. They then grabbed scarves and quickly tied me to the bed like the letter X. 

Toni walked over and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I lay there completely naked, and exposed unable to see my partners and squealed inside with delight as I realized that I was about to live up to the name of the game. These ladies were about to RAVAGE me.

I felt a mouth on my tits sucking gently then harder. Then it moved to the other tit. No wait that's another tongue. I realized that each breast had its own sucker. I moaned loudly. 

I felt fingers and hands playing with my pussy. They plunged in and out and rubbed the clit. I tried to figure out if it was one person or two but I knew I didn't care. I ground my hips into the fingers and hands. My pussy was sopping wet soaking their hands and the bed. 

I felt a tongue in my pussy. It swirled around and around and around. Oh my Gosh! There were actually two tongues in my pussy. They are flicking my clit and dueling with each other. One is on my clit licking it and the other is plunging in and out of my hole. Oh Sweet Jesus! They both are sliding together up and down the length of my pussy. Four lips, FOUR LIPS! are kissing my pussy. "Aaaaah! Oooooh! Aieeeeee! YES! YES! YES! I screamed as I raced to my first orgasm. The tongues on my pussy and breasts moved faster and faster. The orgasms raced through my body I grew hoarse from screaming. I breathed harder and harder trying to catch my breath – afraid that I would pass out. 

One of the lips moved from my pussy. The other one continued to suck and lick. I felt nipples against my lips. "Suck it." A voice said. 

I opened my mouth and a tit fell in. I greedily suck on it like a newborn baby. It was large and I guessed it must be Kim's. As I sucked I felt a warm sweet liquid roll down my throat. I realized Kim must be a nursing Mom and I hungrily suckled up her milk and I smiled thinking how appropriate. It quenched my throat and I drank hungrily. Kim pulled her tit back and milk dropped against my lips. She kissed me licking it up. 

"You like to suck do you? Then try this", another voice said. 

One of the mouths moved from my tits. I smelled the pungent aroma of pussy. I knew one was near my face. I flicked my tongue out searching for it I thought the tip of it brushed against a clit but it moved away too quickly – teasing me. Then I felt bare pussy lips against my face. I opened my mouth and began to eat out the strange and sweet pussy. After several minutes I felt her legs quiver as she came and her cum flooded my mouth. I sucked on it realizing that I was still thirsty as she moved away.

I was licking my lips and ground my hips into the 2 tongues. Kim had returned to sucking my pussy when I felt a hairy pussy drop into my face. "Suck on this honey." Her voice said. 

I quickly obliged surmising it was my other tit sucker since I felt her move from my breasts. At that moment I wondered why all women were not bisexual pussy was the sweetest taste on earth to me. I greedily began to feast on the hairy pie. 

One of the tongues moved from my pussy and I waited to see what its owner was going to do. The other tongue stopped licking too and I heard what I thought was Kim's voice say, "Oh shit, Toni. Are you gonna fuck her with that?" "Yes, move so I can get between them sweet thighs." I heard her say. 

I continued to slurp on the pussy as I waited. I felt a dick head slide up and down my own pussy. My eyes widened as I realized Toni must be about to fuck me with a strap on. Before I could think about the prospect anymore she slammed the dick into me. I felt it in the pit of my stomach and I moaned into the pussy I was sucking. I felt Toni hips against my legs and she thrust into me over and over. 

"Move all of you. I wanna fuck her right." Toni crawled deeper in between my legs. "Untie her legs." She ordered. 

She grabbed them, placed them over her shoulders and pulled me toward her so that she could fuck me harder. I felt her clit against mine as she pressed the strap on into me. I relived the sensations of fucking Sharice's pussy with dick inside me. I fucked her back roughly.

"Aww shit! Fuck me girl" she screamed. Our hips bucked wildly against each other. I exploded with an orgasm.

"Don't hog the pussy Toni." I heard someone say. Toni got up off of me. I heard rustling. Over the next several minutes each of the girls traded the strap on and crawled between my legs fucking me. I'd never been fucked with a strap on before and I enjoyed what seemed to be the best of both worlds. Tits pressed against mine. Clits were grinding with mine while DICK sweet sweet DICK was deep inside my pussy. I fucked each girl with lust and passion enjoying the ravaging they were giving me. 

When each of them was finished fucking me I lay there spent. The warning bell still had not rung. I felt another pussy drop into my face. "You haven't licked me yet." I heard a voice say. I could tell from the weight it must be Kim's luscious fat ass. I tongued her deep and hard. 

When she came Toni removed my blindfold then straddled my face. "I want you to see this." She said. I silently thanked her as I sucked her clit and pussy lips sending her to a rocking orgasm as well. 

Toni was still on my face when the warning bell sounded. I gave her pussy a few quick kisses and she moved off of me so they could untie me.

When I was free I kissed each of the girls on the lips. "Happy New Year!" I sang out joyously and "Good luck everyone," I said as we all walked back to the lobby area.

When we all assembled each person was naked. We had all left our clothes in various rooms and Joan had gathered them in a pile for us to sort out later. I looked around the room at the partners I'd had and the ones I did not. I wished the game could continue. 

I looked down at my card. I'd had 8 different partners and Sarita twice. 9 points I thought. I no longer cared if I won my body was completely satisfied and no matter who left with $10,000 dollars I had enjoyed myself immensely.

Joan stepped to the middle of the room. "Everyone looks happy and satisfied." She said. We all looked around and laughed. 

"Well let's see who gets to go into the New Year $10,000 richer," she said. "I'm gonna start high anyone who has 20 points or more raise your hand." 

We all looked around no one's hand raised. Joan began to count down slowly. "18, 17, No one's hand had raised yet. I began to feel a little better about my 9 points. "16, 15." Joan continued to count downward then changed her strategy. "Okay, I'm gonna skip down a bit 12" she said. 

Still no hands went in the air. I began to think that I might have won. There were only 2 more numbers to go. 

"11" Joan said and dramatically looked around the room. I got excited. This was it if no one's hand went up for 10 I would have won or at the least tied. I fidgeted in my chair with anticipation. 

"10" Joan said. A hand shot up in the air. It belonged to Justin, my first partner. My heart sank. I had really wanted to win. 

"Okay, let's tally up your names to verify Justin" she said.

Justin stood and began to call the names on his card. "Candace" Joan looked to me for confirmation. I nodded my head. 

"Maria" the other Spanish girl nodded. "Phyllis, Sarita, and Kim" they all nodded in agreement. "Raven, Toni, Tamera, Lucy." All of these ladies nodded as well.

One last name to be read and he'd won. After a long pause he finally read it. 

"Alphonso."

We all looked at Alphonso in surprise. He shifted in his seat but did not answer.

"Alphonso are you Justin's 10th point?" Joan asked looking him straight in the eye. "Yeah!" he grudgingly said as we all broke into laughter. Apparently he was bisexual after all. 

"Well games over everyone. There's more fun to be had downstairs as the Forbidden Fantasy's Annual New Year's Eve party is in full swing. I hope you enjoyed your evening and please come back to Forbidden Fantasy whenever you are in need of pleasure." Joan said with a huge smile.

I went to the pile to gather my clothes. I had lost the money but I didn't feel like a loser at all. My body felt exhilarated and alive. I decided to book another game for my birthday weekend in a few months. Next time I would ask Jamir to participate. 

As I was leaving Sarita approached me and asked if I would be attending the party downstairs. "Sure, just let me get dressed." I said.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevator. "No need to. Clothing is optional." She said as the doors closed and she pulled me into a kiss.



Forbidden Fantasy



"If you had been me you would have not cared." My grin took in my face.

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