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Embrace of the Goddess Ch. 01

By: Quazzi



Dear readers. I am trying something a little different with this one. When I first started to write this one I just wanted to make a hot story set in a fantasy world. As I began to write I developed more of a story with it than I anticipated. This story is should be about novel size. It's still an erotic story but there will be a lot more to it then just the sex. As I said, it's something a little different. So I'll put out a few chapters so you guys and girls can judge. If you like it please let me know and I'll continue to write more. If not let me know as well and I'll decide what to do with it from there. All right thank you and enjoy! Embrace of the Goddess:

Prologue:

The lands of Naholta. A beautiful world made by the goddesses Mithriosa, and Siril. Both rule over the land and continue the preserve the balance of light and dark. For if it was ever upset, the universe would surly crumble.

They shaped the land together creating its form and inhabitants. They formed the races to promote equality in the land. They made humas first, then dwarfs, then the sea dwelling corcias, the cat like makrats, and the isolated orcs. Then finally they made the fairies. But they could not agree on how to sculpt them, so they each made their own. Mithriosa made the elves and Siril made the drows. They made rules for themselves as well. One such is that they would not interfere with the doings of mortals as long as the other would not as well. Sisters do quarrel.

Even though equality was shared between the races, they began to separate. The humas were the only ones that were everywhere. Though their main capital Foron lay in the mid north, many smaller kingdoms were scattered throughout the land. The dwarves stayed mostly in the north east, but quite a few still loved to travel to the other lands. The makrats are wonderers and travel very often. Their main living area is in the North West tropical areas. Cocias make their homes along the eastern coast. Their capital is on the south eastern coast. Orcs live in the southern mountains. Most people think that they are savages. But that couldn't be father from the truth. The few that do travel are shunned by most people out of fear. Elves and drows live in the Midwest. They mostly live apart from each other but still coexist. The elves are the more accepted of the two races because they were created by Mithriosa. Some people fear drows due to their dark appearance. But this makes them no different then the others. They are just as understanding as any elf.

There are other creatures as well, monsters and beasts of all kinds. These were not of the sister's creation. They are the creation of demons that were contained long ago. They are strong creatures with almost as much power as the goddesses themselves. These demons tried to take over the land a few thousand years after the creation, but the goddesses created a weapon to stop them called The Blade of the Elements. With it a lone champion drove the demons back and imprisoned them.

Peace rained again for thousands and thousands of years, until one day when it all changed. A small huma village in the southern edge of the land was attacked by a massive army. It was quickly destroyed within an hour. No one knew what had happened to the town until the army appeared again a few weeks later. The few survivors described the banners of an isolated huma kingdom hailing from the south flew above it. They were the banners of the Morhoron Empire.

The Morhoron were believed to be a small country with no big army to speak of. No man yet knows how they have amassed such a great army in such a short time. The sisters do and they are not pleased by it. They look now to see if their creations will be able to stop the evil brewing in the land or if they will fall. A great test awaits and the sisters may only watch and guide.

Chapter 1:

Rikahn made his way down the steps of the prison. He had only just heard of the arrival of the prisoner. It was an accomplice to a failed caravan attack that happened three days ago. He hurriedly made it to the bottom of the steps and entered the dungeons passing the guard stationed there. The guard made no attempt to stop him as soon as he saw the armor. Rikahn wore suit of steel breastplate armor and steel helmet that had a visor that lifted up and down. A black cape was attached by buttons on shoulders. This suit was usually worn by the Morhoron lieutenants. It was tight and confining to him. It was also very poorly made. He didn't like it and wanted to be out of it soon. But it was necessary, because he was no Morhoron solider. The person captured was a friend and he was going to rescue her.

Rikahn walked down a long corridor. Cell doors lined the walls locked and bolted. There were no other prisoners in the cells. That would make his job easier. As he neared the end he started to hear muffled voices. They grew louder as followed them closer to the door he was looking for. Finally the third to last door is where he heard them coming from. 'Great, they already started.' He thought. Pushing the door open he stepped inside. He quickly saw two soldiers laughing and smiling at something at the other side of the room. They came to attention as soon as they saw him clearly surprised by the sight. He turned his head to the far wall where a soldier stood with his back to him. It was a captain from looks of it. Rikahn had lucked out. The captain's hands were gripping something in front of him, and that's when Rikahn noticed the form of a naked woman kneeling in front of the captain.

"Here come some new decorations for you!" The captain said backing away and grunting. From the new view point Rikahn saw that it was his penis that the captain was holding. He yelled and cum shot from the tip hitting the captive right in the face. Some of it landed on the women's lips. She quickly spat it out at the soldier's feet.

Rikahn was able to see the prisoner as well. Anyone would be able to tell you that she was an elf. They had completely stripped her of her clothing. She had a nice slender body, narrow waist, full medium size breasts. Her skin was a pearl white, like milk and looked like it would be soft to the touch.. Her vaginal mound was of course hairless, for it was common knowledge that elves never grew pubic hairs. It was the norm for elves and drows to look like any mans wet dream. Dark black hair fell to her shoulders, and her pointed ears pushed straight out backwards through the strands. She had runes tattooed into her body in a couple places. One was like a necklace that hung across the back of her neck, came down from the far sides of her shoulders, traced a line across the top of her breasts, came down her cleavage and met in the middle of it. The other set ran in a circle across her upper waist right below the bellybutton. She was obviously a sorceress.

"My cum not good enough for you, elf whore?!" The captain screamed after she spat it out.

"Not when it comes from something so small," the elf grinned back, Rikahn grinned under the helmet.

"Why you elvin bitch!" The captain raised his hand in preparation for a smack across the face. Rikahn quickly rushed forward and grabbed the hand before it could come down.

"That will be quite enough captain!" Rikahn yelled as he threw the other back against the wall.

"Lie... lie... lieutenant," The captain stuttered, pulling his leggings up before turning to the other soldiers who only shrugged. "I... I... I'm sorry sir," he said as Rikahn turned back to the elf.

She was shackled to a chain that hung from the ceiling of the room. It held her arms above her head when she was knelling like this. The bindings that held her had markings carved into them. They knew that she was a magic user and had taken precautions against it.

"The... uh... bindings are...," the captain started.

"I am quite aware of our precautions captain! So don't try to change the subject of how you were out of line!"

"But sir... she commented on me...,"

"I don't want to know about your size insecurities either! What I would like to know is why I was not informed of the prisoner sooner?!"

"Well... that is..."

"Napkin!" Rikahn ordered holding out his hand, not giving the captain a chance to explain. As soon as he was given one Rikahn knelt in front of the elf began to wipe at her face cleaning the cum off. He started at her forehead, moved down her face, and then her chin.

"Give me your name elf," Rikahn told her playing dumb.

The elf hesitated before answering. "Yoral."

"Ok Yoral, this is how it works. You give us the answers we want and I can promise you a swift, painless execution. If you don't, we will rape, beat and torture you until you beg for us to kill you."

"Kinda hard to give answers when I don't know the questions."

Rikahn brought the napkin down to her left breast where some cum had dripped onto it. Yoral closed her eyes as he brushed his hand across her tit. He didn't want to but he knew that he had to put on a show. He flicked his fingers across her nipple and felt it harden a little under his touch.

"Where is the hidden post?" Rikahn asked.

Yoral bit her lip. "I said I didn't know the questions, not that I would give you the answers." Yoral yelped as two fingers pinched down on her left nipple. Rikahn held it for a few seconds before letting go.

"Where is it?!" He yelled at her.

"Go to hell!" She spat. "Better yet, go fuck your boyfriend over there!"

"Captain! Go take up your posts outside the dungeon. I wish to have a few moments alone with her. Then she is all yours."

"Yes sir!" A grin washed over the captain's face. He stared a moment at Yoral before heading out the door with his troops.

Rikahn waited until he knew that they were out of sight. Then he turned to Yoral and lifted the visor that covered his face. He smiled as the recognition washed over her face.

"What is it that I always say about elves?" He asked. "Oh yeah, they can be such a pain in the ass."

"Rikahn!?" She yelled in disbelief. "Holy shit, am I glad to see you! Get me the hell out of these!"

"I don't know Yoral. You look hot like that and I could use a good elf slave."

"I am so gonna turn you into a toad!"

Rikahn laughed at the statement before undoing her bindings.

"Where'd you get that armor?" Yoral asked rubbing her numb wrist.

"Mira," he replied. "She found a lieutenant, got him drunk, got him onto a room, fucked him, and then stole his armor when he passed out. Now speaking of clothes..."

Rikahn gave Yoral another look over and smiled jokingly.

"After they stripped me they took my clothes out of here. They should be around here somewhere."

"Ok then, ladies first."

Yoral quickly moved through the door with Rikahn following, staring at a very beautiful elvin butt.

***

There were only three more doors left till they got to the end of the hallway. The first was empty, the second had an occupant but he was a long past dead. Rikahn moved ahead of Yoral as they approached the last door. It was cracked so they could peer inside. It was an equipment/guards break room and had a single guard inside. He was peering through some ale bottles unaware. The guard jumped when Rikahn came bursting into the room and froze in surprise. Before the man could react, Rikahn's long sword slashed open his throat and he crumpled lifeless to the ground.

After he motioned her in, Yoral quickly located her clothes. Before putting them on she quickly found as clean towel and wiped the muck and left over cum off. Rikahn, who kept his back turned to give her as much privacy as possible, rummaged through the storage for supplies. He turned back when she told him that she was decent. Even clothed she looked like a goddess.

Yoral's now had a sleeveless black silk shirt that was cut so the collar ran parallel to her runes on her chest and covered to right above her belly button. It fastened in the middle with gold buttons. Rikahn liked the fact that it still showed a nice amount of cleavage. Her lower portion was covered by a black silk pant that was cut off at mid thigh. The top of the clothing ran along the bottom of the runes at her waist. A pair of long cloths, which fell to the middle of her lower legs, were sown in the front and back and draped over the respective areas. She had black leather boots with gold clasps on that came up to her ankles. She wore a black cloak that she left open, decorated in the back with a gold circle with two lines, one white, one black running down the center swirling together. It was the symbol of the goddesses. That last part, but in no way the least important, was the black wood staff she carried. Runes were carved in the sides of it and a red gem was set on the top of it.

"So how are we going to get out of here?" Yoral asked.

"With this," Rikahn said as he handed a roll of parchment to the elf.

As Rikahn turned back to start gathering some supplies, Yoral unrolled the parchment. It was a map of some tunnels.

"We're going to escape through some tunnels?" She asked.

"Close, they're sewers," Rikahn said grabbing a bag for supplies. Yoral made a face. "Hey, you can always go back to the cell."

"Ok, ok. So where is the entrance?"

"There should be one in each room," he said tossing some bread and cheese he found on the shelves into the bag. He found a few bottles of ale and after sniffing them; he nodded in approval and tossed them in as well. He grabbed a few blankets and towels as well as some fire starting rocks. "The goddesses have graced us kindly."

After packing the bag, Rikahn and Yoral quickly located the entrance to the sewer half hidden by a barrel. After Rikahn moved it and opened the grate there they were gifted by the smell only a sewer could provide. Yoral wrinkled her nose and Rikahn waved his hand in front of his. There was a single ladder that led down into the hole.

"Breathe through the mouth," was the only tip he gave Yoral before helping her through the opening. He followed quickly after closing the lid after he was through.

***

After a short climb down Yoral reached the bottom of the ladder. She stepped from the last bar and into a river of she-didn't-want-to-know-what that came up to her knees. It was pitch black in the sewer naturally and even with her elvin eyes she couldn't see more then a few feet in front of her. She held her staff in front of her and raised her other hand so that it was right above the jewel. After speaking a few words in fairy a red light burst from the staff illuminating the tunnel. She heard a splash behind her, signaling Rikahn's decent, and turned to find him taking off the helmet he was wearing. She watched him start to unbuckle the armor he was wearing as well.

"Why are you taking those off?" She asked him.

"This armor is constricting and poorly made," he said after tossing the breast plate into the sludge. A few seconds later the steel leggings were off as well. He left the boots and leather leggings on. "I'll be better without it."

Yoral gave him a smile and a nod. As he situated his weapons she gave him a glance over. Rikahn was about 28 years old. He stood about 6 feet 3 inches tall. He had a broad chest and was very muscular. He had a scar on his left cheek and a tattoo of a sword, pointing blade down, on his left bicep. His hair fell to his shoulders, and was a deep red. He always kept his face clean shaven. 'Pretty handsome for a huma.' She thought. She suddenly felt a small trickle on the inside of her thigh.

They started off with Rikahn in the lead, using the map as a guide, and with Yoral following closely behind so that he had enough light. They took the twists and turns that the map laid. There were no walkways so they were forced to walk through the slime, sludge and the goddesses know what else. The only other company that they had was rats crawling in and out of cracks in the walls. The only thing that they didn't noticed was that the rats were getting bigger.

An hour and a half into their trek, they knew that they were almost at the end of the sewers. They should've been happy, but they suddenly felt like something was not right. Rikahn was the first to notice it, but Yoral was the one who figured it out. The rats had stopped appearing. They could still hear them in the walls but there none out in the open. That's when they saw the body laying against the wall. It was a huma man... or what was left of him. His entire left arm was missing. His flesh had been torn from his body in most places. Where it hadn't was all rotten flesh. The smell mixed in with the sewers making it even worse. Yoral felt her stomach turn. Rikahn knew exactly what had done this.

"Aw shit," Yoral heard Rikahn say. She then heard him draw his sword. "Dire rats! Yoral Run!"

They both did, bolting down the tunnel as fast as they could move trough the muck of the sewers. That's when they saw the first ones. Huge rats! They were as big as a man's arm. Red eyes glowing in the dark and yellow, nasty teeth snapping, looking for fresh flesh.

Yoral pushed herself forward, too scared to think of doing anything else. Unfortunately she was also too scared to notice the rat in front of her. It leapt straight at her, she had no time to react, and her body froze. Luckily Rikahn had seen it and pushed Yoral to the side in time to bring the sword down, chopping off creatures head. The two pieces fell into the water with a loud splash.

Two more loud splashes caused him to turn around, just in time to see two rats leaping out of the water at him. With an equal number of sword strokes those too were in the water dead. A fourth surprised him on his right and he barley managed to get out of the way. He winced as some of the claws cut deeply into his right shoulder. He turned just in time to see a ball of black light strike the rat a few feet away from him. The rat then seemed to explode from the inside.

Rikahn looked over at Yoral who was holding her staff out in her right hand. The fear that was in her was now gone. Her instincts had taken over and now she was ready to kill as many of these things as needed. That was good because one was leaping at her from behind. 

Rikahn shouted in warning, and Yoral quickly spun. She swung her staff as soon as she saw her target. The jewel flared bright red as she struck the rat in the head. The blow sent the rat sprawling, its head exploded on impact sending pieces flying in the same direction the body was. After the rat hit the water they moved so they were standing back to back, weapons at the ready. But the sound of the rats squeaking was gone.

Yoral glanced down the way that they had been going. About a half a mile down she saw a doorway. Through the door she could make out the form of a stair case. The reason she could make it out was because there was a faint white light illuminating it.

"Rikagn, daylight," she whispered.

"Go...go...," Rikahn said urgently.

Yoral looked back to where he was looking, and in the darkness saw what seemed thousands of little red lights. She realized in a split second that they were little red eyes. At the same instant the sounds of the dire rats returned. 

They bolted down the tunnel once more, not daring to slow or look back. Not even as the sound of the creatures got closer and closer. In moments they were through the opening and running up the stairs. It was not until they were halfway up that they noticed the sounds of the rats grow fainter. They stopped as they realized that the rats weren't coming into the light.

They had already gone up about the same distance as a one story building. They saw that they had about the same distance to go and went to it. Their bodies were sore and tired from the escape from the sewers but they forced it down. They were almost out and wanted to breathe fresh air again. They reached the top of the stairs and entered into a small shack. Its walls and roof were cracked and had big holes in it. The entire area was covered in dust. There were sets of maintenance tools that littered the ground. It was obvious that no one had used this place in a while.


Embrace of the Goddess Ch. 01



Rikahn and Yoral found the door quickly and stepped out into the daylight. They both took a deep breath of the fresh air and let it fill their nostrils. It was such a relief not to have to put up with stench of the sewers anymore. After looking around they noticed that they were at the base of the ridge that the fortress had been built on. To the east was a small town that the Morhoran occupied. To the north there was about a mile or two of plains but after that was the forest and where their army's encampment was.

After a quick break they made their way north, across the plains. Rikahn set a hurried pace as they moved through them, for there was very little cover out on the open field. There were a few large rocks that they tried to keep between them and the fortress. But they got further away he seemed less concerned because they would be more difficult to spot. They made it to the woods in about a half an hour. They traveled through them for about another hour before they stopped to rest.

It had been about six in the morning when they first entered the sewer; it was roughly two hours to get through them. Yoral, who was tired by this point, found a soft patch of grass next to a tree and sat down and leaned against it. She had been up all night, submitted to her "interrogation". She laid her head against the tree and closed her eyes. She didn't open them again until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes opened to see Rikahn kneeling in front of her.

"I'm sorry Yoral," he said. "We have to keep moving."

Yoral had only slept for about an hour but Rikahn wanted to put some more distance between them and the fortress. He helped the elf to her feet and handed her some chunks of bread and cheese. They ate a light lunch as they started walking again. He hoped that once they figured that they went into the sewers, that they would believe that the two were dead.

"One can only hope," Yoral said as she talked to Rikahn about it.

They walked on throughout the day talking most of the time. It was right before dusk when Rikahn noticed a change in the wood. It wasn't a bad change, it was just... different. There was more grass, more birds and animals, and the sky was as clear as it could be. A few minuets after he noticed the change, the woods began to part. They eventually opened up into a large, two mile, circular clearing. About ten feet from from all sides of the edge of the wood was a lake. The water was clearer then any they had ever seen before.

"This is strange," Rikahn mouthed. "There is no lake in these woods."

"This is a spiritual place," Yoral said walking over to the waters edge ad testing it with her hands. "We were invited here. We will be safe here for tonight."

"I don't mean to look a gift horse in the mouth but, invited by whom?" Rikahn asked walking over to stand next to her.

"I don't know. But I don't sense any hostile intent. Plus I would really wouldn't mind being able to wash up right now."

"Alright, we'll stay here tonight," Rikahn tossed the bag down as he talked. "I'll go find some wood for a fire. I snagged those towels from the storage so ahead and use them."

She nodded as he turned and walked back into the woods. She waited until she could no longer see him and then began to disrobe. Her clothes stunk, so before going into the water she tried washing them first. She was more successful then she thought she would be. The gunk and grime came off quite easily in the clear waters, and after she was done they didn't smell that bad either.

Yoral stepped into the water after she laid her clothes out to dry. It had been a hot day so she was happy to find that the water was cool, not cold.  She wadded in till she was about waist deep before she stopped. The water felt so refreshing, like she hadn't taken a bath in weeks. It felt as if her skin was tingling, and it seemed like the slime and whatever else was just melting away. The sores on her waist and legs started to fade, and she also felt a little tingle in the special spot between her legs.

Yoral moved further in until only from her chest up was still out and then completely submerged herself. She re-emerged flinging her hair back as she did. Her whole body suddenly felt like electricity was flowing through it. It felt wonderful as water droplets trickled down her face, neck and breasts. She felt her nipples harden a little as the droplets flowed over them every now and again. She began to wash herself and found that the dirt and grime was coming off easily. She didn't even have to scrub. There was truly something magical about this water. After Yoral was done washing her body she stayed in the water and swam for a while.

It was almost dark when Rikahn returned with his arms full of fire wood. Yoral was still in the lake when he got back so he kept his back turned as he prepared a fire. After he got it going he laid one of the blankets down next to it. Then he took the elf's clothes and some string and hung them up on some branches near the fire. He then laid the towels and other blanket next to the water.

Rikahn sat down next to the fire and got out the bread, cheese, and the bottles of ale. A few moments after he started to eat he heard the elf emerge from the water. After a couple more moments she sat down next to him wrapped in the blanket that he had left. He handed her most of the rest of the food, which she in turn took and started to eat.

"You forgot something," she said after she took a few bites, and pointing to the ale. Rikahn chuckled and handed her one of the bottles.

"I stink, so I'm going to try to wash up," Rikahn said standing and heading to the waters edge.

Yoral continued to eat and drink as she listened to him dive into the water. She had gone through half of the bottle before she decided to stop. She could already feel the effects of the potent liquid. Her thoughts drifted as she finished her meal. She found herself thinking of Rikahn. She wondered why he was the only one that came to save her. They had been working together for three months so they haven't known each other for that long, though she was grateful for his deed.

Yoral saw Rikahn suddenly walk past on her right. She noticed that he had one of the drying towels tied across his waist. He walked over to the string he had put up and hung his leggings next to Yorals. He then came and sat down next to her. The two conversed about non-important things, mostly joking about stuff that had happened in the three months that they had worked together. Finally curiosity got the better of her and she asked how the decision was made to try and attempt a rescue.

"Well...," Rikahn started. "After the raid we took a count of who was left, how many were injured, how many were...dead, and if anyone had been captured. A lot of us were ok, only a few were seriously injured, 6 were dead, and as far as we could tell only you had been captured," Rikahn took a sip of ale before continuing. "Goran wanted to charge the caravan then and there but the rest of us were able to calm him down. Most of everyone else wanted to forget about you and turn back, but me, Mira, and Goran decided to try a rescue. So we came up with Mira seducing a lieutenant, snagging his armor, and me sneaking in and to get you out."

"So now the question is..." Yoral stated. "...why risk your life to save me? Not that I'm ungrateful for that."

"Quite simply, it was because I was once a prisoner of the Morhoran. I've witnessed first hand what they do to their prisoners. I've only had the pleasure of working with you for a few months, but I've seen how pure and kind hearted you are. You shouldn't have to go through that. Besides...," he paused to take another drink. "You've kind of grown on me."

"Aw how sweet," she said sarcastically, but part of her was really flattered.

Rikahn smiled and turned back to the fire. As he did Yoral looked him over one more time. The fire illuminated his features of his body and she once again thought of how handsome he looked. Her eyes traveled down to the drying towel wrapped around her waist. She had never bedded him herself, but the few women that he did lay with spoke very 'highly' of him. She suddenly felt the insides of her womanhood grow warm. She forced herself to look back at his face. His head turned and caught her gaze, but not for long.

Yoral quickly turned back to the fire, blushing as she did. It took a few moments to calm herself down, then she turned to see Rikahn polishing off the last of his bottle. She grabbed her own bottle again and took a few drinks before setting it off to the side.

Yoral looked to see only a few feet separating her and Rikahn and decided to move a little to her right to close the gap. Rikahn noted this and gave her a puzzled look. He didn't stop her though, as she moved closer so that she was right next to him.

"I haven't thanked you yet for saving me," Yoral said. Before Rikahn could respond she spoke again. "I feel I owe you a debt I can never repay."

Her body began to shiver, from her nerves or from the chill of the night, she didn't know at first. Not until Rikahn put her arm around her. The shaking faded and then stopped after he did. His touch felt so calming and reassuring.

"You don't owe me anything," he said squeezing her a little. "Don't ever think that you do. I did this so you wouldn't have to suffer."

She surprised him suddenly, snuggling up to him. She laid her head on his bicep and closed her eyes to soak in the calm that she felt from his touch. She took a couple deep breaths before she spoke to him again.

"Rikahn, what ever happens tonight, I just wanted you to know one thing. I'm not doing this because I feel I owe you something. I'm doing this because I want to. I've been wanting to for a while now."

"What are you...?" Rikahn's question was cut short as Yoral quickly raised her head to press her lips onto his. He sat still for a few seconds, shocked by what she was doing, but then kissed her back and slowly placed his arms about her, pulling her up to him.

Yoral moved the hand not holding the blanket to Rikahn's growing bulge and gently rubbed and stroked it through the towel. She realized, at that point, that the other women were not exaggerating. The hand that was holding the blanket loosened and opened up. The blanket slipped from her and fell to the ground exposing her naked body to him.

They broke their kiss as Rikahn moved her blanket to the side of the one on the ground and then laid her back onto the latter. He laid down next to her on her right side and propped himself on an elbow. His eyes traveled up and down taking in the sight of the beautiful elvin woman lying in front of him. 

Yoral looked at him, her eyes filled with passion, but she was blushing and also looked a little unsure as well. She crossed her arms over her breasts in a mild, futile attempt to cover herself. She crossed her legs a little, trying to hide the area between them as well. Rikahn saw this and was confused.

"What's wrong?" Rikahn asked stroking her cheek and then the pointed ears.

"Nothing... I just feel... exposed," she said shyly. "I'm a little embarrassed as well. I haven't done this many times."

Rikahn smiled and bent over her to kiss her again. Yoral removed her arms from her chest and put them around his body. Her skin was smoother and softer then any woman he had been with before. He moved his hand down her side to her waist gripping it and pulling her more towards him. They then moved to the now exposed butt gripping and squeezing it softly.

Rikahn moved his hand back up to grasp her left breast. Yoral moaned softly through the kiss as he began to stroke and massage the soft flesh. She gasped for air when he broke the kiss. Then she gasped in surprise and pleasure when he moved down a little and clamped his mouth on her left nipple. The little pink bud began to grow harden in his mouth as he gingerly suck on it. He occasionally flicked his tongue across it trying to enhance what she was feeling. It seemed to work.

Yoral was moaning small little whimpers at this point. She felt his mouth move to her other breast and nipple continue the assault. She felt the area between her legs start to get moist. Her breathing deepened and felt small drops of sweat on her forehead.

At this point Rikahn moved his hand down Yoral's body, across her stomach to the lower areas. He found that she still had her legs crossed preventing access. The most he could get to was the little bud of her clit. He rubbed the pleasure button for a few seconds before she opened her legs a little. It was enough where he could slip a finger to the lips of her pussy and begin to rub them. He stoked up and down, with every up stroke ending with a little rub of her clit.

"Yoral, you're so hot and wet already," Rikahn stated the obvious. "You really do want this, don't you?"

"Are you trying... ahh... to make me ... mmmahh...blush to death?" Yoral said with moans escaping as she tried to talk. "Yes, I've wanted this for a while now."

Yoral moaned loudly as his finger explored her. Her legs opened a little more, and then another finger joined the one touching her. Her pussy kept leaking juices with each stroke and in a short time her crotch and Rikahn's hand were wet with them. It was at this time that he decided to stop at the lips and push his two fingers slowly in.

Yoral cried out as the two fingers entered her tight wet hole. Her juices immediately soaked them as they began pushing in and out of her. They curled up whenever they pulled out stroking the sensitive g-post. She bucked her hips to the rhythm of Rikahn's hand.

"By the goddesses Yoral! You're so hot and wet! It's like a volcano inside you! Let's see if I can make it erupt."

Rikahn increased the speed of his fingers. Yoral bucked harder in response to this. Her moans and squeals filled the quiet night and her breathing quickened as her arousal peeked. Droplets of sweat formed on her body, her nipples were hard as little rocks. She knew her climax was nearing.

"Ah... keep going! I'm going to...!" She didn't get to finish as the pleasure began to wash over her. "Yes, yes, YES!"

Yoral's body seemed too exploded. She began to shake and buck uncontrollably as her orgasm swept through her. Rikahn felt her pussy clamp down and then convulse on his fingers to the point where he thought she might break them. Regardless he continued to pump his fingers into her sending her into multiples until she begged him to stop.

Rikahn withdrew his hand which was now covered in her juices. He removed the drying towel from his waist and used it to dry his hand. He took his time as to give the elf some time to recuperate. When his hand was dry he placed it on the elf's stomach and began to rub in a slow circular motion.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked smiling, when her breath was once again steady.

"Very much, thank you," she said. They both laughed when she did.

Yoral pulled Rikahn to her in another embrace, but surprised him as when she pushed him onto his back. She climbed on top of him, and for a moment thought that she was going to have him enter her. But then she started to kiss her way down his body, starting and his cheek, then his neck, chest, and then his stomach. She finally reached his member and gasped when she saw it for the first time.

Rikahn was big! The other women weren't exaggerating in the least. He had to be nine if not close to ten inches. Yoral couldn't tell, but she knew one thing. It was bigger then she had ever seen. She was scared for a second. She wondered if he might be too big. She shook the thought from her head. Of course he wasn't.

Yoral gave Rikahn's manhood a few pumps with her hand and looked back at his face. She smiled at him before moving her mouth to the base and letting her tongue snake out to touch it. She heard him groan in approval as she let it slide back up the shaft to the tip of the head. She looked into his eyes before wrapping her lips around his cock. She was able to take about two thirds into her mouth before she had to stop. Yoral started to bob up and down on him, making him moan and grunt as she did.

Rikahn felt like he was in heaven. He had never enjoyed another girl's mouth on his dick as much as he was enjoying Yorals.  Her lips felt so soft and the way she used her tongue on the underside of his dick was amazing. She didn't rush it either. She kept a slow pace making him wince in concentrating with each stroke. He gripped her hair running his hands through the soft strands and commented on how good it felt.

At one point Yoral took as much of it into her mouth as she could, leaving only about two inches out. She then slowly withdrew, letting her lips smack as they slid off the big head. She had surprised herself. She usually didn't take a man into her mouth. But not only did she, but she liked it as well. He had tasted better than any man she had done this to.

"Did you enjoy that?" Yoral asked sliding up to kiss him again.

"Immensely," he said between one.

"Good, then you'll love this."

Yoral lifted herself up with her knees straddling Rikahn's waist, while reaching between her legs to grab Rikahn's dick again. She positioned the head at the entrance of her pussy and rubbed it up against the lips. She looked into her lover's eyes and saw him smile. She smiled back at him before lowering herself onto his cock.

They both sucked in a breath and held it as the tip of Rikahn's dick entered Yoral's tight pussy. They continued to hold it as the young elf continued to push down onto it. She finally had to stop and let herself adjust when she had about three fourths of it inside her. At that point both let out their breath in a loud gasp. Yoral started moving slowly after letting her self get used to the feel of Rikahn inside of her. As she moved quicker she felt Rikahn grip her hips to help guide her up and down. She placed her hands on his chest for support, and looked into her lover's eyes.

"Rikahn, it feels so good!" Yoral moaned. "You're so big!"

"You feel so good inside as well," Rikahn growled back. "You're so hot and wet. Damn, you're tight too."

Yoral fell forward and embraced Rikahn in a kiss again. She continued to move her hips, sliding Rikahn's dick in and out of her tight pussy. Rikahn positioned his feet so that he could match the rhythm of her hips and thrust up inside of her. In moments his cock was coated with her juices.

Yoral quickly came again. She increased her pace suddenly and then her body went rigid before collapsing on him and coming. Rikahn felt her pussy muscles squeeze his dick and fought to keep from coming. He just barely managed to do so. He felt his dick twitch a few times as he fought to stave it off. If they kept going like this, it was going to be over a lot sooner then he wanted it to be. They were going to have to switch postitions.

Rikahn had Yoral sit back up on her knees and then sat back up with her. He wrapped her legs around his waist and then rolled them both over so that Yoral was now on her back. Rikahn, who was now on top of her and had managed to stay inside of her, thrust himself in to the hilt before one more, quick kiss.

Yoral wrapped her arms around Rikahn's neck holding him close as he began to slowly pump his dick in and out. She let out a small cry every time he pushed into her. Her pussy muscles squeezed his cock as if trying to pull him deeper with each thrust. Her juices continued to leak from her, soaking their groins, her ass crack and the blanket underneath. She felt her orgasm slowly start to build again.

Rikahn pushed himself up on his hands and quickened his pace. He felt a churning in his balls signaling the need for release and wanted to get Yoral off once more before he came. He was thrusting hard now, his body beginning to sweat, he could heard his balls slapping against Yoral's ass crack. He looked at her wonderful body. It too glistened in the firelight with sweat.




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"By the goddesses, Yoral!" Rikahn groaned. "I'm going to cum soon!"

"Yes Rikahn!" Yoral cried back her own orgasm now peaking. "I'm there too! Do it! Cum with me!"

"Can't... hold it... anymore!" Rikahn growled before thrusting one last time into her and coming.

"Yes! I'm coming!" Yoral screamed as she felt Rikahn's seed blasting into her and filling her up. Her own orgasm rolled over her making her pussy spasm around Rikahn's twitching dick. Rikahn collapsed forward onto his elbows as he shot the last of his cum into Yoral. He buried his head in her shoulder, panting heavily. She was out of breath too, running her hands over his back as she came down from her own orgasm. They both felt Rikahn's dick slip from Yoral's pussy, and seconds later cum began to spill from the overfilled cunt as well. Rikahn raised his head so he could give Yoral a deep passionate kiss and they stayed there for several minutes, not wanting to part just yet.

Unaware that they were being watched.

***

"Ha doshas, ya see at n' sho tash meh. Ha doshas, ya see at n' sho tash meh," Yoral kelt at the edge of the lake, chanting.

Rikahn watched from next to the fire as Yoral went through her elvin ritual. When the two finally did part they went back into the water and helped each other rewash themselves. When they were done and dried, they laid down to cuddle and stare at the fire for a while. Then about a few minuets ago, Yoral excused herself saying that there was something that she needed to do, and then proceeded to the edge of the pool, sat and began chanting.

Yoral stopped chanting, stood up, walked back over to the fire and slipped back underneath the blanket with Rikahn. The elf cuddled herself up next the huma and kissed him. The settled on their leftsides facing the fire, Yoral in front and Rikahn in the back propped up on an elbow.

"So, what was that what you were doing?" Rikahn asked after a while.

"Prayer ritual for the goddesses," Yoral said turning around and looking at him. "Why so interested?"

"No reason, it just looked 'interesting'," Rikahn just smiled at her and she smiled back. "What's it for?"

"If I'm not mistaken it's the end of the moon cycle," she smiled. "It's prayer of thankfulness and an asking for a blessing."

"What did those words mean, sorry to bombard you with twenty questions," Yoral laughed when he said that.

"Ha doshas, ya see at n' sho tash meh. It means 'Oh goddesses, thank you and let me be blessed'."

"You are blessed elvin Yoral Vordeal. And you too Rikahn Shordeck."

The voice made them both sit up in a flash. Yoral brought the blanket up about her while Rikahn cursed the fact that his sword was on the other side of the fire. Their eyes began to scan the clearing and the forest, and it only took them a few moments to find the lady in the middle of the lake moving towards them. Even more surprising then her sudden appearance was the fact that she was not actually in the lake, but was walking on top of it.



Embrace of the Goddess Ch. 02



So here we go with the next chapter. Thanks to those who gave me feedback. I hope you like this next chapter as well. Have fun!



Rikahn and Yoral stared as the woman drew closer to them. Not only were they captivated by the fact that she was walking on top of the water but also of how beautiful she was. She was easily one of the most, or if not the most gorgeous women that they had ever seen.

The woman's facial features were that of someone in their early thirties, but her skin was as soft and smooth as that of one that had barely reached womanhood. Her silver hair spread wide as her shoulders and fell to the bends of her knees, straight and soft as silk. Her eyes were silver color as well, and when she looked at you it was a gentle look but also a penetrating one as well. It was as if she were looking into you soul.

The woman wore a skirt made of a silver silk with a few slits cut into various areas revealing the long legs underneath. Not that they were needed much for it was a little sheer and you barely see the skin underneath. She wore nothing over her chest except for a scarf over her shoulders, which she had wrapped around her crossed arms and draped over her bountiful breasts. Her huma looking ears were pierced with diamonds that dangled from small gold chains.

"Do not be afraid my children," the woman said. "I am the one who invited you here. You have nothing to fear from me."

The woman was on the edge of the shore now holding still and letting them look at her. The two lovers noticed something that they had missed earlier. Around the woman's neck was a silver necklace. Dangling from the end was a pair cylinder crystals swirling together. One was white and the other was black. They both felt as though they had seen it before.

"By the...!" Yoral exclaimed as she dropped the blanket and started to shift. She kneeled and bowed her head and brought up her hands in a prayer gesture. "My lady Mithriosa!"

Riakahn did a double take before folling suit, kneeling, bowing his head and placing his right hand over his left bicep. He realized that's where he saw the symbol. In Mithriosa's temples and cities, as well as the back of Yoral's cloak. It was the symbol of the creator goddesses.

"Do not be so formal with me children," they heard the goddess say. "Raise your heads so that you may look at me."

They did so seeing now that she stood only a few feet away. She smiled as they looked at her. She gave off a powerful aura of beauty, peace, and love that they would be able to feel from miles away.

"Mithriosa, we are honored by your visit tonight," Yoral said. She suddenly remembered that she was naked and drew the blanket back up around her body. "Thank you for inviting us to this holy place."

"You are quite welcome child, and no need to be so modest around me," the goddess replied to the elf. She looked at Rikahn who still sat amazed at who he was looking at. "Are you surprised at my visit Rikahn?"

Not at all my lady," Rikahn said sarcastically. "I am visited by beautiful, half naked goddesses who walk on water all the time."

Rikahn bit his lip, whishing he hadn't just said that. Yoral rolled her eyes in disgust. To both of their surprise Mithriosa let out a small giggle.

"Rikahn, you are a funny man," Mithriosa said. "You are also a very brave man. To risk your life to save someone your barely know is one of the bravest deeds. I would call upon that bravery and ask of you a favor."

This caught the huma by surprise. The goddess was asking for his help? What could he possibly do for her? Whatever it was though, of course he would try to help.

"My lady, please sit and tell me how I can help you," Rikahn motioned at the other half of the blanket.

Mithriosa nodded and moved to the offered area to sit. The lovers scooted together until she was situated and comfortable. She smiled at them again before speaking.

"Before I start, what do you know of mine and my sister's daughters?" Mithriosa asked.

"Your daughters?" He repeated. "Not much I'm afraid."

"You each have two," Yoral spoke. "One for each of the four elements. Each is in charge of keeping their element in balance with the others."

"That is correct Yoral," the goddess smiled more. "They are known to the races as the elemental mistresses. Rochelare of earth, Allehorrah of wind, Flandra of fire, and Aqualina of water."

Mithriosa's smile fadded and turned into a frown. A small tear ran down her cheek. Rikahn and Yoral were shocked. The goddess of love and peace was crying. Something in the world must be terribly wrong for this to be happening.

"Our daughters are in danger," she spoke after wiping her tears away.

"What?" Yoral's eyes opened wide. "But how? From what?"

"The Morhoron Empire," the name stabbed into Rikahn's and Yoral's hearts like a knife. "I don't know how they have done it, but they have somehow stolen our daughter's powers."

"No... it can't be," Yoral was in shock.

"The king of the Morhoron is a man by the name of Cord. He is a dark warrior of great power. He is the leader but not the one who is responsible for it. It is his queen, Mallorah. A worshiper of demons, she is a master of dark magic. Somehow they trapped my daughters and they are siphoning their powers from them. Everyday the misuse these abilities the world becomes more unbalanced. If it continues much longer the world will be torn apart.

"As you may know, I and my sister have forbid ourselves from interfering with mortals. We can not use our powers against them. We can only protect them. Otherwise we would have put a stop to this ourselves."

The Morhoron Empire was just another kingdom till a few years ago. That was until it started invading its neighboring lands. The armies were massive, numbering in the millions. No one knew how they amassed such a great army in such a very short time.

"This explains a lot," Rikahn said rubbing his chin. "But I still don't see how I can be of much help."

"The reason I have come to you is because of your lineage," Mithriosa said looking him in the eye.

"My lineage?" he said not understanding at first. Then he placed his right hand over the sword tattoo and frowned. "My lineage is dead my lady."

"What are you talking about?" Yoral asked, confused at this point.

Mithriosa moved closer to Rikahn so that she was kneeling right in front of him. She placed her right hand over the one on his chest. Her touch was warm and pure.

"As long as one of you is still draws breath your lineage will never be dead...," Mithriosa paused for second before finishing. "... Master of Blades."

Master of...,?" Yoral stopped herself as the realization hit. "Rikahn!? You're a Weapons Master? But weren't they all...?"

"Massacred," Rikahn finished. "By the Morhoron."

"I am sorry for what happened to your people Rikahn," the goddess started. "But they were not attacked to be conquered. They were attacked out of fear."

"Fear?" Rikahn was the one that was confused now.

"There is a prophecy," Yoral started after a short pause. "It says that when the world is on the verge of chaos a Weapon Master will appear. He will go on a quest against the chaos. If he succeeds balance will be restored. If he fails the world will be lost to darkness forever."

"Correct Yoral," Mithriosa nodded.

"Are you saying that I'm this chosen Weapon Master?" Rikahn asked Mithriosa.

"I would ask you to go to Boisal and speak with a man named Wateel," she replied. "He knows the most of this legend. He has also been researching what is happening to my daughters and nieces. If it turns out that there is something that you can do, I would also ask for you to help them please."

Rikahn looked at Yoral as she stared back at him. What could he do to stop an entire army? Nothing from what he knew. But what if there was a way to stop them? The goddess thought that there was a way. He knew his answer before he even made up his mind.

"Whatever I can do to help I will my lady," he said looking back at Mithriosa, whose eyes widened. "I vow to you that I will do everything in my power to save your daughters and restore the balance."

"Thank you so much Rikahn," she was smiling again. "This makes me so happy. But do not think that you will be able to do this alone. You will need companions to help you. For tonight though rest, and Yoral, try not to be jealous."

"Jealous of what?" Yoral asked.

Her answer came when Mithriosa cupped the back of Rikahn's neck and pulled him lightly into a kiss. Yoral's eyes opened in shock as their lips met. Rikahn was shocked as well... for about a second and then started to kiss back. Lips parted to allow tongues to explore. Mithriosa broke the kiss about after several seconds which seemed like an eternity to Rikahn.

"Your... welcome...," he trailed off. His eyelids closed and he fell onto his back completely asleep.

Before Yoral could even think about about checking on Rikahn, Mithriosa was in front of her. The goddess leaned forward and pressed her lips against Yoral's. Yoral was surprised for a second and then she too found herself kissing back.

Yoral's hands opened letting the blanket slip from her fingers and fall into a pile in her lap. She felt Mithriosa's scarf fall from the goddess's shoulders and soon their breasts were pressed together as they kissed, nipples rubbing against one another's. They embraced each other, hands running across each others shoulders and backs. When Mithriosa broke the kiss Yoral tried to move her head forward to kiss the goddess's soft lips even more. But Mithriosa only put a single finger on the elf's lips.

"Sorry child," Mithriosa spoke. "There is no time for anything else. For now you must rest."

Yoral suddenly felt sleepy. Her eyelids closed slowly. She softly fell back and was asleep before she even hit the ground.

***

The dark sorceress Mallorah, queen of the Morhoron, stood next to the window, set in the northern wall of her bed chambers. The beautiful huma woman looked like she had lived for merely twenty nine years when in fact it had been much longer. Her eyes, red as blood, with pupils as dark as night, scanned the horizon watching as the sun set. A wind blew through her, waist length, curly blond hair and practically naked body. The nipples on her well endowed breasts began to harden. They were pierced with small hoops. A small chain, which connected to both of the hoops, hung with a little slack.

She wore another chain around her narrow waist as well. Two silky black cloths were connected to the chain and hung in the front and the back to about a little short of her knees. They were just for decoration, for they were so sheer that you could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair shaped like a triangle, her closed pussy lips, and her shapely ass cheeks.

Mallorah sniffed at the wind as it glided over her body. She sensed something... wrong. Something conspiring against her and her lord. Their plans were in danger. But from what? And from who?

The sorceress let the question drop and turned her gaze to the castle gates. Her lord's garrison was returning from the front lines of battle. Emperor Cord had been gone for nearly two months now. How she had missed him so. The servants had kept her 'company' but no one could 'measure' up to her lord.

The queen turned and looked over her very spacious bed chamber. Her large circular bed was set against the southern wall, with a bedside table on its right and black satin curtains that hung from the ceiling around it. A water basin set on a pedestal sat along the western wall. The door way into the room was in the middle of the eastern wall. Various exotic tapestries littered the walls. A giant circular fur rig sat in the middle of the room.

Mallorah walked over to the bedside table and poured some wine from the bottle that was sitting there, into one of the two glasses that was there as well. She drained it quickly and then laid herself onto the bed. She situated herself so that she could look over at the entrance to her chambers. Her lord would be walking through that door soon.

Mallorah's skin began to tingle in anticipation of Cord's arrival. She started to rub her hands across her chest and lower torso. They drifted across the pubic hair and she felt her pussy start to tingle with excitement. She was getting turned on so much that she couldn't help herself.

The queen's hand slid down and between her legs and began to rub. The silk cloth began to caress her pussy lips as the hand slid across the fabric. He eyes rolled back and she began to moan lightly. She felt her insides become moist and hot, and heard the sloshing sounds of the tight folds as they moved against each other.

"I feel jealous of those fingers," Mallorah's eyes shot opened and went to the door to find her lord there.

Cord was a huma who stood about seven feet tall. His light brown skin glowed in the candle light. A mane of scruff red hair fell to his mid back. His grey eyes stared at the woman who lay before him. Though nearing forty had the build of a great warrior in his late twenties. He had on a decorative silk button up shirt, which he wore with the buttons undone, as well as a pair of leather leggings. Mallorah's eyes fell on the bulge running from his hips to the middle of his right leg as he walked from the door to the bedside table.

"Do not be jealous my lord," she said as he reached the table and poured himself a drink. "They only prepare me for you."

"Is that so?" He asked after taking a drink and turning to the bed. He stood at the edge looking down at his queen.

"Besides," Mallorah started swinging her body and scooting herself to the edge of the bed so that her face was level with Cord's waist. "It looks like you were enjoying the show."

"Ha," he smiled. "Maybe you should 'prepare' something else."

Mallorah immediately moved her mouth to Cord's bulge as soon as he said that. She began to lick and suck on the bulge through the leggings. Her right hand slid up his left leg to the tie string at the top of his pants and began to undo it. Cord's cock sprang into view as Mallorah pulled the tight pants down.

The queen waited until her lord was out of the leggings and then grabbed a hold of it. She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his cock, licking it for a few seconds before wrapping her lips around it. She sucked the head a few times before releasing it and sliding her mouth and tongue down the shaft to his balls. As she attacked his ball sack Cord finished the last of his drink and set the empty glass of the table. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor next to his leggings. 

The woman's mouth left the balls and traveled back up to the tip. As her king ran his fingers into her golden locks her mouth slipped back over the head of his dick. She easily engulfed most of his nine inches having done so many times before holding him there when only about an inch was left out.

Mallorah knew Cord loved the feeling of his dick in her throat. Sure enough he started to grunt and moan at the feeling. She released him gasping as he did, and after a few gulps of air she was on him again, taking him to the base. She didn't hold it but started to bob up and down on his cock.

"Yes! Like that!" He yelled as she sucked his cock. "Damn! It's so good!"

Mallorah let go of him after a few moments breathing heavily. She took a deep breath before sucking his dick down to the base again and holding. Cord's cries and grunts became louder as she held him. She could tell that he was close to coming.

The sorceress let him go to catch up on her breathing and then went after him again bobbing on his dick. She was going to keep sucking until he came this time. She could feel that he was close. Could feel him fighting the feeling. That he was fighting to keep himself from coming. It was their game.

Cord's teeth clenched. He felt his muscles begin to tighten. He felt the fire build in his balls and begin to move. She was going to win their little game, but he wanted to last as long as he possibly could. Which was only for a few seconds.

Mallorah slipped the cock from her mouth just as Cord's dick began to twitch. She mouth opened just in time to receive the first glob of cum as it shot from his cock. She swallowed as soon as it hit the back of her throat, then opened her mouth back up to receive the second, third and fourth shots which all landed on her tongue in her mouth. She gave the head a few more licks and sucks taking the last of the drops as they leaked out from it. The queen slipped her tongue back into her mouth, swirling the cum around before gulping it down. She then opened her mouth to show her king.

Cord smiled as he knelt on the floor in front of his queen. His lips found her neck and his hands roughly grasped her breasts. She began to moan slightly as he rolled and squeezed hardly on the luscious mounds. His lips left her neck as he situated himself so that they could find her nipples. He bit down on her right breast lightly extracting a small squeal from her.

Cord stayed there for several moments, switching back and forth between the queens breasts, before gently, but forcibly, pushing her back. His face fell onto her stomach, his tongue dating into bellybutton before starting to trial down her body. The queen's hips began to buck slightly as his lips reached her nether areas, traveling across the thin fabric covering her.

Cord heard Mallorah gasp as he began to kiss the inside of her thighs. He was slow and delicate, kissing all around the sensitive areas without touching them. It was in part to arouse her more and to tease her as much as possible as well. It was another one of their games. He gave her pussy lips a quick kiss through the thin fabric of her cloth before pulling the useless garment to the side.

Mallorah's pussy glistened with her juices. Cord smiled at the sight before pressing his lips against the tight folds giving them a quick kiss. He pushed his tongue out slowly drawing it up between her wet lips extracting a long groan from his queen.

Cord smiled. Quickly he found Mallorah's clit and began to flick his tongue furiously over it. She moaned and gasped when he began to suck on the ball.

"Yes m'lord!" Mallorah gasped. "Right there! Don't stop! Keep going!"

Cord quickly pushed two fingers into the soaking hole and started to quickly push them in and out. His queen began to buck her hips into them as he did, moaning louder still. He knew that she was near her orgasm and increased the pace of his tonguing and fingering.

"Yes my love," the queen cried. "I'm there! I'm going to cum!"

Mallorah screamed as she came. Her body shook and her pussy convulsed around the intruding fingers. Cord pulled them out as her orgasm ran through her, sucking on them after they did.

The king didn't wait for his queen's body to calm down before he got up on his knees next to the edge of the bed, grabbed her left leg and put it over his shoulder, and then and then positioned the head of his once again rock hard cock at her entrance. He smiled wickedly at her when he heard her pleas for him to wait and to let her calm down, but he requests were denied. In a single thrust he buried his cock to the hilt in her still twitching pussy.

Mallorah cried out as she felt Cord's hard dick enter her. He didn't give her any time to recuperate or adjust and began thrust himself in and out of her tight hole. Since she was still coming down from her last orgasm it only took a few moments for her to come again. Even then the king refused to listen to her pleas and sent her into multiples from his nonstop pounding.

By the time Cord did stop he and his queen were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. The only reasons he had stopped was because he needed to catch his breath and also his knees hurt from kneeling on the floor. He climbed onto the bed as his queen began to calm herself and knelt next to her head.




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"Suck my cock some more as you recover," he said as he presented his pussy soaked dick to Mallorah.

The sorceress smiled and rolled onto her side, taking his entire dick into her mouth in a single gulp. He grunted as he felt the head hit the back of her throat. She continued to suck him for a few moments and then released him with a pop.

"I'm ready now m'lord," Mallorah smiled at her queen.

"Good," Cord smiled back. "Turn away from me and get on all fours."

Mallorah first undid the chain around her waist first so she could toss the useless covering to the ground. She quickly moved into doggy style position in front of the king, wiggling her ass at him when she was. He smiled and situated himself behind her.

"I hope you are ready my love," Cord said. "Because I'm not stopping until I cum again."

Cord licked two of his fingers and then rubbed them against Mallorah's pussy lips a few times. He pushed then in after that and gave her pussy a couple pumps with them before he pulled out. He rubbed the head of his dick with them using her juices to lube him some more before placing it at the tight hole.

Mallorah, half cried and half laughed as he pushed into her all the way with one thrust again. Her voice quickly turned to a moan as he began to pump into her again, hard and fast. His hands gripped her ass and pulled it back and forth matching his thrusts trying to make her cum once more as well.

Mallorah held herself up with her hands as Cord continued to pound her sweet pussy. They were both getting so close. Sweat started to drip from their bodies. Moans, gasps and grunts escaped from their mouths. Loud slaps could be heard as the king's hips smacked against the queen's ass and as his balls slapped against her clit.

Mallorah climaxed first. Her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. But still Cord pumped into her not stopping. She pulled her hair to the side, demanding that when he came, that he would cum all over her ass and back. This got to him and soon he pulled out and started to jerk himself.

Cord cried out as he came. Long ropes of cum shot from the tip of his dick. The first few shots landed in the middle of his queen's back with the subsequent and less powerful ones made a trail tracing to the crack of her ass where the last few drops pooled.

Cord collapsed to the left of the queen breathing heavily. Mallorah sat back on her knees looking down at her lord. They smiled at each other for several moments before they realized that there was someone at the door.

A huma slave girl, about around the age of nineteen stood in the doorway waiting to be acknowledged by her masters. She did not daring to announce herself as it was strictly forbidden to interrupt the masters during these times. She was small and petite, with little breasts. Her dark, short, shoulder length hair was matted and dirty, not having taken a bath for some time. She wore a single cloth dress that covered to a little above her knees.

"Ah," Cord noticed the servant. "Grab a towel to clean the mistress with."

"Yes master," the lady said and turned to leave.

"Wait," Mallorad said smiling sadistically at Cord. "I don't want to wait for her with cum on back. I have a better idea. Lick it off."

The slave was surprised at first but quickly nodded her head. There was no choice in the matter. Of she disobeyed she would be punished. She would be raped and killed by soldiers or she would be given to one of the many beasts that they kept in their command.

Mallorah scooted to the edge of the bed with her back facing it, for no one beside the queen and king were allowed in it unless invited. She instructed the slave girl to start with the spots on her back and to work her way down. Cord watched her command the slave, knowing she was thinking of something.

The slave nodded before walking over to the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of it. She moved her head forward sitting up on her knees and slowly began to lap at the queens cum covered back. She moved slowly, licking at the spots a few times before moving to the next. If she missed any she knew that there would be punishment.

Mallorah raised her ass as the slave reached it and pushed it into the girls face. The young girl quickly lapped at the last drops there. Small sighs escaped the queen as her tongue glided over the soft cheeks.

"Mmm... yes... that's good," the queen moaned raising her ass even more. "Now, lick my ass hole."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds before complying. This repulsed her more then she could describe, but had too. Nothing could be worse if she said no.

Mallorah moaned as the servant's tongue came into contact with her brown eye. It felt so good as it traveled up and down her ass crack. She ordered the slave to stick it in and gasped when she felt it enter her tight brown hole.

The queen looked at her king, who was stroking his once again erect member, and smiled her evil smile. She beckoned him to the edge of the bed with her finger as the slave's tongue continued to wiggle in her ass. He did as asked and sat on the edge and getting a good view of the slave.

"That's enough," Mallorah said when her ass was all slippery. "Your next task is to suck on your king's dick and get him slicked up as well. Have you ever sucked a man's dick before?"

"Yes... mistress," the slave stuttered before moving so that she was in front of Cord. "Though not one as big as this."

"Don't worry about taking it all," the queen smiled. "But take as much as you can."

Cord smiled as the slave took the head of his cock into her mouth. She was only able to take about half of it before she had to stop. She bobbed her mouth up and down until the queen told her to stop.

"Move back a little but not to far," Mallorah ordered. The slave quickly did as she was told while the queen lightly pushed the king back, climbed on top of him, and straddled his waist facing away from him and towards the slave. "Guide his dick into my ass."

The slave gripped Cord's cock and moved it to Mallorah's brown eye and the queen lowered herself onto it. Both the queen and the king gasped as the head pushed into the very small hole. The slave continued to stare in amazement as her mistress continued to push down, sliding more of the cock into her ass hole. She didn't stop until she had it all in her tight little hole.

"Now here is your new task," the queen said taking a few breaths and letting herself adjust to Cord's dick in her mouth. "While I'm moving up and down on the king's cock you will suck and lick on his balls. While I'm only grinding on him, you will use your mouth on my pussy. Do you understand?"

"I've... never," the slave started but stopped herself. "Yes mistress."

Mallorah smiled before leaning back and starting to fuck her lord with her ass. The slave started to lick at Cord's nut sack as she did, lapping at the salty skin. In moments the king and queen were already moaning with pleasure. After bouncing up and down on the king's dick the queen stopped and began to ground her ass against him.

"Lick my pussy now slave," the queen demanded staring at the young woman kneeling in front of her.

"Y... yes mistress," the slave girl nodded and moved her head to the queen's pussy.

Mallorah gasped as she felt the tongue on her pussy begin to explore her sex. The slave was tentative at first but then really started to lick at it liking how it tasted. When the queen started to fuck Cord's dick the girl didn't want to switch back but did so anyways.

"Is this your first time eating another woman's pussy?" Mallorah asked a little while later, after she stopped again.

"Yes mistress, you taste so wonderful my lady," the slave said before attacking the mistress's pussy again.

"Oh yes!" The queen moaned still grinding into Cord's dick. "You do it so well for your first time! Go ahead! Have you fill and make your queen cum!"

It didn't take long for the young woman to accomplish that, especially under the queen's guidance. She learned to use her fingers and learned about the especially sensitive clit. The queen's climax was a good one; better then she expected the slave to give her.

"Now help me finish off the king," Mallorah said with a smile.

Mallorah resumed her bouncing on Cord's dick as the slave went back to his ball sac. Soon the king was on the verge and cried out as his dick erupted in the queen's ass. His cum filled the tight little brown eye until it started to spill from the edges.


"Lie back on the rug," the queen ordered as the last of the kings cum spurted into her asshole.

The slave did as commanded and laid down on the rug. She knew what the queen was going to do even before the sorceress climbed off of her king cupping her ass. She watched as her mistress walked over to her and squatted down straddling the girls face.

"Clean me again," the queen said with a smile. "You know what to do."

Reluctantly the slave started to lick at hole and the seeping cum. After the spillage was clean the queen told her to lick inside again. The slave obeyed once again, and after a few moments the queen's ass was clean once again. It was at this same time that a guard appeared at the doorway.

"You have behaved very well," the queen said and then told her to stand. "You shall be given a reward for your unflinching loyalty. Guard, take her and give her a hot bath, a hot meal and a warm bed to sleep in tonight. She is not to be touched tonight or tomorrow. That is my gift to you. Now leave."

"Thank you mistress," the slave said practically in tears. She quickly turned and walked out led by the guard.

"You are being kind to a slave girl?" Cord asked looking over at his queen.

"She impressed me," Mallorah said as she walked over to her water basin. She waved her hand over the top of waters that pooled inside. "I sense great potential for the dark arts in her."

"Ah, another acolyte," Cord nodded.

"If she can harness what I have to teach her," Mallorah waved her hand over the waters again. "But for now my love, we may have a problem we will have to deal with."

"What is it?" Cord asked before climbing out of bed and walking over next to his queen.

"I felt it on the dark wind just as you returned," the queen stared at the waters. "There is something or someone plotting against us."

"Who would dare do so?"

"Here," the queen said peering into the waters as an image began to appear in them. It was an image of a banner with a picture of a sword, pointed blade downwards.

"This banner seems familiar," Cord said as he looked at the waters.

"Hsst...," the queen's face contorted with rage. "It is the symbol of the Weapons Masters."

"But we slaughtered their entire village!" Cord looked on at the symbol. "How can this be?!"

"Some must have survived," the queen was able to control herself. "It is fine. We will track them down, and finish the slaughter that we had started."

"Yes we will," Cord said taking his queen's hands. "For now though, let us retire."

Mallorah smiled as her king pulled her back towards the bed. Yes they would deal with this little problem in due time. They would find this threat and hang them by their entrails. For tonight, though, she had not seen her lover for months and they had much catching up to do.

***

Rikahn woke feeling very refreshed. He lay on a blanket on his back, immediately wondering if last night had been a dream. When he felt the naked elf that was cuddled up next to him on his left side move, he knew it had not been.

The extra blanket had been pulled up over Rikahn and Yoral, covering up the elf's shoulders. The huma used his left hand to caress the soft skin of the elf's arms and back. He heard her yawn, a sign she was beginning to wake.

"Good morning," he said to her.

"Mmm... morning," she said still groggy.

"I know you would like to just lay here with me all day," Yoral nodded against his chest when he said that. "But we should get going."

"Mmm... spoil sport," Yoral said before she rolled away onto her back and stretched, eyes still closed.

Rikahn watched as the blanket slipped from Yoral's chest as she took in a deep breath. He couldn't stop himself from rolling onto his left side so he could look into her eyes as she opened them. She smiled when she saw him there watching her, and wrapped her outstretched arms around him, pulling him to her.

Their lips met, saying good morning. Rikahn climbed on top of Yoral as she wrapped her left leg around him. Their hands once again began to explore the skin of each others bodies.

"Wait stop," Yoral said after a few moments and finally breaking the kiss. "Don't start what we can't finish."

"I know," Rikahn said, but he didn't want to stop though.

Rikahn wanted to make love to her again. He wanted to feel himself inside her again. He wanted to feel their sweating bodies against each other again. He wanted to hear her moans of passion again.

The sad reality was that the lovers had to start getting ready so they could head out. They were both a little sad when Rikahn rolled away but knew that it was necessary. The huma quickly stretched before sitting up.

As soon as he did Rikahn noticed something was different. They were not in the clearing anymore. The pool was gone and the trees partly covered the morning sky. Yoral quickly sat up when she noticed this as well.

"Where are we?" Yoral asked.

"Back in the forest I think," Rikahn replied. "What I would like to know is how we got back here."

"Duh. She brought us back."

Yoral was of course talking about Mithrisoa, the goddess who had visited them last night. She had asked for their help and reminded Rikahn of who he was. A master of blades. A Weapons Mater. Yoral sensed that her lover was thinking about what had been said.

"Let's go back and talk to the others," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We can figure out what to do from there."

Rikahn nodded and looked around at the area. They quickly noticed their clothes, dry and neatly folded at the foot of the blankets. Their weapons lay with them, along with something bundled in a decorative cloth bearing the symbol of the goddesses.

They quickly gathered up their clothes and threw them on. Further inspection of the bundled cloth revealed several pieces of fruit and two bottles of a green liquid. After a quick sniff and sip Yoral was surprised to find that it was saneal juice. A drink made from a fruit of the same name which only grew in the elven capitol far to the north west.

"I haven't had this for a long time now," Yoral said taking a drink of the juice. "The goddesses are most kind."

They separated some of the fruit to eat and then bundled the rest up and placed it in Rikahn's pack. Next they packed up the rest of their belongings, the drying cloths which they were surprised to find washed and dry, and then the blankets and other items.

It took them about ten minuets to finish packing before Rikahn hitched his pack up and he and Yoral headed off. Once they started Rikahn quickly found signs that he recognized and realized they were only about an hours walk away from the camp. They conversed lightly once again, only this time they walked hand in hand.

"It will be nice to be back soon," Yoral said.

"Before we get close enough for prying eyes...," Rikahn started to say but stopped letting Yoral walk a little ways ahead.

"Wha...?" Yoral started to speak as she turned to him but was cut off by him pulling her towards him.

Rikahn pressed his lips against Yoral's. She kissed him back for a second before pushing her tongue past their lips and into his mouth. They embraced for several moments in what would be their last kiss for a while.

They continued to move through the familiar territory of the outer perimeter of their encampment. They ran into a group of elven scouts who recognized the two quickly and exchanged hellos with them. One of them had a messenger hawk which he sent flying back to the camp with news of their return. The scouts then returned to their patrol bidding farewell and disappearing back into the forest.

Moments later the wall for the camp could be seen ahead of them. It sat along the top edge of one hundred foot cliffs that ran along the north eastern part of the base. They were the beginning of the descent into the southern east lands.

The base was about twenty miles in diameter. It was protected by twenty foot walls made from the same wood of the forest, which helped it to blend in to its surroundings. Most people wouldn't notice it until they were almost within arrow range.

Moments later the two were at the entrance to the camp. A powerfully built dwarf stood there, leaning against the wall next to the gate. He had long light brown hair, which was ragged and a little dirty, a few strands braided in dwarven tradition. His full beard came down to the middle of his chest, braided as well. He wore a full set of scale mail armor, covering his entire body, arms, legs, hands and feet. He stepped away from the wall, picked up his mace that was sitting against it as well and the stopped them with a gloved hand.

"Before you enter strangers...," the dwarf started. "...you must answer this one question. How much Dragon's Fire Ale does a dwarf usually drink?"

"That's easy," Rikahn said. "As much as he damn well pleases."

The dwarf cracked a grin suddenly. A moment later he burst into laughter. He walked forward and clasped Rikahns hand.

"Goran, my friend," Rikahn greeted his companion. "It is good to see you."

"Aye, likewise," Goran said back. He looked over at Yoral. "I'm glad to see you unharmed. I hope hanging out with this man hasn't left a bad impression on you."

"On the contrary," Yoral smiled. "He treated me very well."

Yoral saw Rikahn grin as they walked back into the camp. Roars and cheers erupted from inside as they walked through the gates. It was surprising to find that a bunch of people had gathered to welcome them back.

"Yoral!" The voice could be heard from miles away.

An orange furred makrat came running towards them through the crowds. Her mane of red hair that fell to her mid back flapped in the wind. She wore a short sleeve cloth tunic over her ample chest that covered to just above the bellybutton. A pair of cloth leggings hugged her lower hips and covered to just below her knees.

"I'm so glad you're ok!" The mikrat yelled, throwing her arms around Yoral once she was close enough.

"I'm glad to see you too Mira," Yoral said returning the hug and then backing away from her.

"What took you so long?!" Mira turned to Rikahn, yelling at him and giving him a look of absolute anger.

"Damn Mira," Rikahn started. "I told you it might be a few days."

"Excuses, excuses!" Mira crossed her arms.

"Be nice to him Mira," Yoral interrupted. "He did save my life."

After a few moments of cheers the people lingering were called back to their duties by their superiors leaving the four friends by themselves.

"Goran," Rikahn turned to the dwarf. "Do me a favor and call a meeting with the generals and just us four. There is much we must discuss."

"I see," Goran read the sternness in Rikahn's face. "I'll get it going within the hour. Your tents are still up. Why don't you two go rest?"

"Thank you my friend," Rikahn clasped hands with Goran again before the other headed off into the camp. "Mira, can you walk Yoral to her tent?"

"Of course I can," Mira said as she turned and started to walk into the camp.

Yoral lingered, letting Mira get ahead a few paces, and smiled at Rikahn. Rikahn nodded and smiled back. Silent I love yous. They both parted and walked off towards their separate tents.