5 comments/ 25567 views/ 13 favorites Feldare Tales: Turning Gold to Silver By: mack_the_knife Feldare Tales - Trading Gold for Silver For many generations the dwarves of the Tolek Kingdom have awaited the return of their king. None actually expected him to return, but they waited nonetheless. They kept to themselves, mainly, crafting their fine goods in the mountain fastnesses. When they had to, they would trade with men, and with even elves, if the need was great enough to drive them to it. However, they were mostly self-sufficient. They idolized tradition above all else, and one of those traditions was slavery. Slavery to the dwarves was not this cruel institution that many human cultures turned it into, it was a system, and like all systems that work, it had rules. Slaves had to be paid a wage commiserate with their value as workers, and that wage was accounted against their cost as a slave. When they had worked long enough, they were freed. This process could take from one to twenty years, but it almost always resulted in the slaves becoming free men eventually. The slaves, themselves, were not captives of war, nor the victims of kidnapping. They sold themselves into it. For many dwarves, whose debts had threatened to shame their clan, it was a way to pay those off and save face ultimately. A skilled worker could expect to make quite a large sum of money on their sale into indentured servitude, and even pay back most of it if their debt was small, thereby shortening their slavery period. The rules for treatment of slaves were complicated and comprehensive. As most laws and rules around dwarven activities were. They could not be beaten except after proof of need, which required the assent of two elders, not of the same clan. Even then, the method of the beating and even the type of material the cane should be made of were clearly and concisely delineated. Dwarven slaves had to be fed well, and the dietary needs were listed on complex tables and charts that made sure there was no ambiguity in the interpretation of them. It was all very civilized and very well laid out. The dwarves, of course, loved it; it was tradition. Non-dwarves dwelling within the borders of the Tolek Kingdom could, of course, partake of this fine and time-honored system if they felt their debts had become too much for them to bear. Amelae felt just this way. She had come to the Tolek Kingdom from Windir. An elven lass, she had been overzealous in her wanderlust and wound up in these faraway mountains. Unfortunate circumstance and a few bouts of bad luck forced her to accrue debts. Not large ones, but sufficient, that she would have to spend many long years paying them back if she could not come into over five hundred marks in silver. The dwarves were hospitable toward her, if a bit distant. Elves and dwarves had never gotten along terribly well, and she did better than most elves at interacting with the 'second born' race. She was a journeyman smith, and had come to the Tolek Kingdom to learn the more advanced smithing techniques of the dwarves. She quickly discovered that they were loath to teach their techniques to outsiders, especially elves. Not that they were really 'secrets' per se, but the general idea was rather upsetting to the stout, short men. Often they would stroke their beards and say, "I cannot fathom why an elven lass would wish to learn this, let me show you something more suited to the elven temperament." This condescension infuriated Amelae to no end. She was a damn smith, and a fine one, at that. Her bad luck, however, started when she had run across some goblins in the mountains and been injured fighting the foul little things off. Her wounds were tended and then the bill for the services tendered by the friendly healers of the holding she had managed to get to before collapsing from blood loss. They, of course, had extended credit due to her current circumstances. Then there had been the bellows incident. She had finally convinced a lesser-known dwarven master smith to let her work for him a while. As she did so, one of the other apprentice dwarves, angry at her intrusion in his personal career path, had sabotaged the bellows she had been pumping, causing it to work backwards, and suck hot coals into it, destroying the finely wrought bellows. She had no proof, so was liable under dwarven law for the damages. Again, credit had gladly been extended to her, but the smith had been forced to let her go from his service. She, sadly, came to the conclusion that there were two choices before her. Send word home and let her clan bail her out, by sending the money to her, something that would prove her unworthiness as an adult and professional. Or she could sell herself into slavery and gain back the money, and probably a bit more, she had been told repeatedly. The dwarves would happily employ her in their smithies as a slave, even if they would not hire her as an employee. This caused her to shake her head, but it was their way, and she could not really hope to change their minds on the matter. Her decision made, she went to the Registrar of Slave Admissions in the holding she was at, a larger settlement called Duman's Holding. He looked at her oddly for but a moment before he pulled forth a pre-printed form and started filling in the blanks upon it with a metal quill. She provided all the necessary information for the transaction, and it was registered, witnessed, then stamped with the Duman's Holding seal, and the crest of the Tolek Kingdom. "You will be auctioned off tomorrow at the third bell, please do not be late." He told her solemnly. Her being late would result in massive bureaucratic fallout. It would take weeks to get her refiled and ready to be sold again. She left with the traditional ten marks of silver that slaves earned simply for registering, a goodwill gesture that also helped truly desperate people at least eat and sleep in a warm bed their last night of freedom. She did need it and used it to rent a room for the night and a large supper with a bottle of very nice wine, imported from Costa Roja. She did not get drunk that night, but she did get pleasantly tipsy, even to the point where she danced for the bar patrons. As an inn that catered to humans and other 'big folk' her dance had been well received. Upon completion, she had received no less than ten invitations to share a bed that night, both veiled and quite bold. Amelae was no virgin, most elven lass' weren't by the age of majority, but she was also not terribly experienced, and the idea of bedding with a human, even one of the several quite handsome and charming ones she had met while she had been inebriated, frightened her. Her friends had told her humans were larger than elven lads, in pretty much every way. They further added that elven lasses should be careful, as well, with humans, for their semen was more potent than that of elves, and a girl could get pregnant quite handily sleeping with one. She awoke at the sound of the innkeeper pounding upon her door. "Miss Amelae, you asked to be awakened by the second bell." His gruff voice said. "It will be then soon, good morning." She heard his heavy footsteps down the hall. Then she heard him pounding on another door. "Mister Teldan, you asked to be awakened by the second bell." He repeated the routine. She dressed slowly, a certain sense of dread settling into her heart, as happens to most people about to undergo a major change in their lives. She was going to be owned by another person soon. The ignobility of it settled into her chest and she hung her head as she went out into the hall. A door slamming from the adjacent room forced her to look that way. It was a young human man. She saw he was blue eyed; something that often brings a smile to many elven folk's faces. Her own were silver, and shone like disks of molten steel in her sockets, with hardly any white showing. Their eyes met for a moment, and she recognized the expression her own eyes wore. He was going to the slave auction today, as well. She gave him a tiny smile, and a very fleeting one. He returned it, and added a small nod of his head. Amelae headed down the stairs, and as she crossed the common room toward the front door, she heard the young human coming down behind her. A few minutes later she was standing in a queue with many other people, with the young man standing behind her. Most of the folk in the line were dwarves, grousing and cursing their rotten luck to have to be sold into slavery. There were two other humans, one male and one female, holding hands. Slaves who were wed could arrange to be sold together, and it looked like this pair was going to do just that. She watched them for a long moment, they were not young humans, but neither were they old. As she gazed upon them they looked at one another, and she saw a powerful locking of spirits in that look. They loved so strongly, her elven eyes could almost see it, she could definitely see the other effects it had upon them. The display of affection caused her heart to warm and almost made her weep. Those two people alone of the slaves to be sold were happy. The auction began at the third bell, sharp. By the time the echoes of the tolling died down, the first slave was already being bid upon. A young, strong dwarf lad, who fetched six hundreds for six years service. The auction was not like she had heard humans tell of in Abia or on the Crystern Isles. Those were raucous things that degraded the people sold and the buyers alike. This was strictly business. The buyers were investing in a worker, and little else mattered. The auction proceeded apace, twenty dwarves and the human couple were gone, and it was her turn. She mounted the steps and the auctioneer ran through her attributes and skills quickly. Many dwarves perked up their ears at the sound of 'journeyman smith.' She had committed to two years servitude. Several dwarves turned away at the short service period, they were interested in longer-term investment. However, she was amazed at the speed that the bids increased. Within ten bids she would make enough to pay off her debts. The number kept climbing though, and reached eight hundreds. At nine hundreds, all but two of the bidders were eliminated. These two, however, seemed quite determined. Finally, at eleven hundreds, she was sold. The losing bidder threw up his hands in annoyance and the winner beamed at him. She had gotten double what she needed. She walked down the platform stairs and to her new master. He looked her over with a casual eye. "You look a bit frail." He said. "But I wager your fingers are quite nimble and can do fine detail work." "I can, master." Amelae said. "I can also wield hammer and bellows, if need be." He nodded. "Good." He said. "I must concentrate, we speak later." He held up a hand. She looked where he was looking. It was the young human from the inn. The dwarf was bidding on him. After some mutual glowering between him and the dwarf he had beaten out before, the lad was his. "Good, good." The dwarf said. "Now I have muscle to help with your dexterity." Gurdaz went over to the kiosk for the auctioneer and paid out several large golden coins for the two slaves. He returned to the two waiting tall folk. The human walked up to them. "What do I do now, master?" He asked. "We will all go to my hearth forge and we will talk a bit." The dwarf said. "I would meet my new holdings, while I have them." The dwarf led them down several passages then into a narrow way. After almost a mile of walking the claustrophobic tunnel, they emerged into a sizeable room. It was a smithy, as most others looked. One sullen dwarf sat upon a low stool, apparently awaiting their return. "Hargrum, get up, you lazy slack, I still have your hide for three more years, get working." He said. The sullen dwarf stood slowly and went to work cleaning out the old dust from the fire pit. "What are your names?" The dwarf asked the two new purchases. "I am Amelae, master." She said. The human said. "My name is Mattew, master." He looked at Amelae. "That's a lovely name." He said to her. She glanced at him, and a very slight tinge of pink entered her cheeks. "Thank you", she whispered, with the barest trace of smile. "I am Gurdaz, but you will call me master for the next two years each." The dwarf said. You will find me a fair master, despite what Hargrum says." He immediately put them to work around the smithy, having Mattew tote coal from the storage room, downstairs into a barrel near the forge. Amelae was tasked with purifying some steel rods. After four hours of work, Gurdaz took them to their rooms, they were across the hall from each other, being the two rooms closest to the smithy, and having high ceilings. Hargrum groused about their presence and that they had shorter periods of servitude than he did. As Amelae settled into her room, there was a knock upon her door. Gurdaz opened it and peered in. "I also wished to tell you, you will be serving in my private chambers, Amelae." He said. "Come to me after supper." She blinked after him as he shut the door. She had not known that slavery would include that sort of intimate servitude. She blinked a few more times, then sniffed back a tear and shrugged. She had committed to it, so she would do what was her duty. That it was her duty was not in doubt, as no normal dwarf would violate the rules around slavery. The three slaves ate in the kitchen and Mattew said. "It's not so bad as I thought it would be." He picked up his mug of beer. "You?" He was looking at Amelae. "I suppose not, Mattew." She said, though her eyes had a faraway look. "It is not quite what I expected, though." The human nodded and drank his beer down. "Well, I have to consider myself lucky, at least I have someone beautiful to look at." He said as he set down the mug. Amelae blushed again, more brightly than before. "Are all humans so complimentary?" She asked, tilting her head a little, and stroking her rich golden hair. "When faced with someone so lovely, yes." Mattew said. His eyes were alight as he said it. The look, more than the words, caused her to blush still deeper red. Elves always had a way to cool down human ardor, and she used it, but gently. "Mattew, do you know how old I am?" She asked. He shrugged. "Twenty or so?" He guessed. Amelae gave him a level and even look. "I am sixty four years old." She said. She did not bother telling him that her age was, in human terms, almost what he guessed. His eyes grew wide with surprise. "Wow." Mattew said. "My father is only fifty." Then he looked down at the table. "I get it. I'm only twenty, myself." His face showed a rather endearing moroseness at those words. He realized their differences now and it hit him hard. If, in time, she felt more close to him, she would explain further, but for now, she had managed to curb his enthusiasm for flirting with her. For one thing, she had matters of immediate import to think on. In a short while, her new master would bed her. Understandably, this took pride of place in her thoughts as they finished their meals and gave their dishes to the scullery servants. She had already decided that this was an inevitable thing, now to cope with it in her mind. She went to her room for a moment to gather her thoughts. She said a quick prayer to the spirits, and opened her mind. Standing in the middle of the room she tilted her head back and began to breathe quite slowly and deeply. Her thoughts cleared and her mind expanded for a moment. In that moment the spirits gave her guidance and helped her decide her will. She had promised to be a good slave, and she would be. Her mind ran through the things that would make this task less odious. Her master was a good dwarf, she knew that much already, from his treatment of them so far. He seemed to be intelligent, as well, something she always found attractive in men. She had not heard much regarding dwarven men's privates, but she had heard a few times, in taverns around the Kingdom, that they were as well endowed as human men. This balked her a little, but also gave her a small amount of thrill. Was that enough? She wondered. Lifting her skirt, she felt between her smooth thighs. The moisture there was above normal, but not very much so. They also reputedly had great endurance and could love a woman for many hours non-stop. This idea gave her even more of a thrill, and far less pause than the size issue. Yes, she decided, feeling herself grow quite wet, that will help nicely. Having gotten herself mentally ready for her next chore, she went toward the master's chambers. When she entered, she heard him puttering around another room. This first room was a sitting room, and had several large chairs about it. The ceiling was lower than usual, but she could still stand in the room, though she had to duck through doors. "I am here, as you asked, master." She called out. There was a slight pause as she heard him splashing in water. He was bathing. She added that to the tally of good things about him, he chose to bathe before making love. "Very good, please wait in the bedroom, Amelae." He said. She went into the next room. It was spartanly furnished, with only a bed and a large desk, covered in papers. At the foot of the bed was a large, heavy-looking chest. She looked at the bed, unmade, but quite comfortable-looking if a bit short. Her short top slipped up and over her head as she lifted it, then untied her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Both of these she picked up and placed upon the corner of the desk. When Gurdaz entered the room his eyes grew wide at the sight of her sitting on the heavy chest, quite nude and looking nervously at him. "I am ready, master." She murmured, her entire body blushing slightly. "I beg you to go slowly, I am not very experienced, and have only known elven men." Her large silver eyes regarded him levelly. "But, as the master, it will be your choice, I suppose." The towel Gurdaz was wearing tented outward with his growing erection. "Um." He said. "Well, yes." The dwarf was at a loss for what to say. He simply stared at her nude form, and her unashamed revealing of herself. Her legs were parted very slightly, and he could clearly see her entrance, and the smooth mound above it. Her pert, but smallish breasts were displayed openly, as well. Amelae glanced down at his growing organ, and the cloth covering it. "Am I to service you while you stand?" She asked, standing up and walking toward him. "Ah. Well. No, not really." He stammered. "I shall sit upon the bed with you." He finally managed to say. His voice was still grating, but she detected his nervousness. She gave him a tiny fraction of a smile. "Is something wrong, master?" She asked, her voice sounding actually concerned, not just passing words. "Well, actually, yes." Gurdaz said, and wanted to kick himself even as he spoke the words. He sat upon the bed and patted the bed, not right beside him but a couple of feet away. "Sit down, please, Amelae." He said. She sat down in the indicated spot and looked at him. "Yes, master." She said, turning partially toward him and resting one leg up on the bed opening herself to him more widely. With a mighty swallow, and following much internal debate, he said. "Look. Sweet Amelae. Your duties do not include what you seem ready to do." The elven maiden blinked at him. "Master?" She asked. "It's, well, not permitted to require a slave to perform sexual activities with the owner or anyone else, for that matter." He said as he ran his fingers through his thick beard, combing it after a fashion. "I mean, you cannot be commanded to provide quite this intimate a service. I simply wished you to straighten my chambers up, and maybe dust a little." Amelae's eyes filled with tears, and her face fell. "Spirits curse me." She muttered. "I feel like an idiot." Feldare Tales: Turning Gold to Silver "Amelae. No." He said, his voice as soothing as he could make it. "You could not have known. And now that I think back on what I said, I guess I can see where you misunderstood me." The elf had risen and was wrapping her dress about her waist. "I beg your forgiveness, master, for shaming you, and myself." She said, pulling the cords that tied it tight and knotting them. "I was a fool." Gurdaz tried to provide a smile. "Actually, I was quite honored there for a long moment, when I thought you were interested in me." He said. "I wish I could have known what you were offering me, but I would not have it by deception." Turning to face him, she said. "I had convinced myself to want to, actually." a wan smile playing on her thin lips. "I even was looking forward to it. You are a man of great skill and sensibilities, and a fine lover I deem." The dwarf grimaced. "Don't tell me such things, lass." He said, his eyes twinkling over his thick beard. "Else I will kick myself in the butt all the harder for passing the chance." Something in Amelae's eyes changed, the set, even the color. They were tinged now with blue, and she walked toward him. "Why say you the chance is gone?" She asked, her voice now lower in tone and much breathier. "I have yet to flee your bedchamber." "You would really take me into you?" Gurdaz said, his eyes again wide. "Even knowing that I cannot command you to do so?" She nodded and reached for the knot holding up her skirt. "I would, Gurdaz." She said. Her eyes held his, and he could see little else, just the motion on the edge of his vision of the skirt falling to the floor. She stood just before him now, and reached down and took his hands from his lap. "You may take me, by my own free will." She guided his hands to her slim hips, then sat upon the newly vacated lap. His skin felt rough to her and she found it excited her more for that. Under his hands, he felt softness to rival silks and satins, or even the smooth side of a well-polished sword. Gurdaz sighed as she curled up to him and ran her slender fingers through his beard. "I really do find you appealing." She said, kissing his cheek above his beard. Her warm lips were very soft, and he relished their touch. His powerful hands moved over her skin again, sliding up to her back and pulling her to him for a real kiss. Amelae responded by pressing her lips to his and then opening her mouth to allow his tongue entry. His thick tongue slipped past her lips and filled her mouth with warm, soft flesh. She sucked upon it gently; enjoying the sensation of fullness it gave her mouth. She moaned as his hands began kneading her somewhat sore shoulders gently. Her moans intensified as those hands began kneading harder, employing the impressive muscles dwarves had in their corded arms. It hurt a little, but it felt wondrous, too. Her body pressed to him and she put her arms around his neck, twisting her hips and spreading her legs to go around his thick trunk, then locking her ankles behind his back. The thick hair on his chest tickled her own chest and stomach as he began to kiss her neck, dragging the stiff bristles of his moustache and beard over her skin. His breath was very warm and she felt a shock of pleasure run through her as he exhaled heavily onto her neck. "Damn you're soft." Gurdaz said into her neck. "You sure I won't break you?" She smiled into his neck. "You can try, master." She said. "Though I think I'm tougher than you estimate." Her arousal was now clouding her better judgment, but she was past the point of concerning herself with trivialities, such as the ability to walk the next day. He chuckled. "Be that as it may, Amelae, I will go easily." He said, moving one hand down to her rump and squeezing it. His thick, strong fingers indented her soft skin and the tips pressed into the crease between the round lobes. She had never had her ass fondled quite so, well, intimately, and it caused her to sigh as one finger found her tight opening there and pressed against it gently. "I have never had anyone touch me there." She whispered as the finger wiggled at the entrance, not really trying to enter, but pressing just enough to feel as if it might. Gurdaz kissed her neck again, then said. "I'd do more than touch you there, if you let me." He said. "But for now, there's things I feel more pressing." He moved both hands now, ceasing the massage on her shoulder and the groping of her rump. They grasped her about the waist and lifted her easily from his lap. The sensation of being picked up so negligently by the powerful dwarf thrilled her quite a lot. She giggled as her legs unwrapped from his waist and her arms from his neck. "Where am I being put?" Amelae asked, smiling as he moved her aside and sat her upon the bed, rather spread eagle. Gurdaz stood up and took hold of the large towel wrapped about his belly. "You're sure about this, lass?" He asked. She smiled and moved her legs apart, and lifting her knees. She moved one hand down to her slit and slipped two fingers into herself. "Very sure." She murmured as she shoved the fingers deep. He shrugged and pulled the towel loose of his waist. Her large eyes widened further upon sighting his large organ. It was considerably larger than an elven lad's, she noted. Fully half again longer and twice as thick. She swallowed hard and then smiled. "I may regret this on the morrow." She said, leaning forward and reaching toward it with one of her delicate hands. Her fingers could not encompass its huge girth. The length was not terribly disturbing in her mind, but that thickness was going to cause some discomfort. She pushed the foreskin back and revealed the bulbous head, swollen and very red. The expression on Gurdoz's face was one of happiness as she began stroking the thick cock. "I've not been touched thus for many long years, lass." He said as she moved her other hand to his dangling sack, cupping his balls and gently kneading them. She smiled up at him. "Well, you have two years to grow used to the sensation." Amelae said. He nodded and watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and began moving her mouth toward his organ. He touched the side of her head with his hand. "Dwarves don't normally do that, lass, though we hear others do." He said, gently halting her head's movement. She looked up at him. "Why?" She asked. "It is not normally our way, is all." He said, not really having a true reason for that limitation. "If I truly wish it?" She asked. "Truly wished to do this for you?" He sighed. "Well, it's not normal to bed an elf, either, I suppose." He groused. "If you are really set on this." Amelae smiled again. "I am." She said, and moved her head forward, and opened her lips around the wide head of his organ. She could tell he'd never felt such as that before. He groaned loudly and his cock twitched against her tongue. A small amount of precome flowed into her mouth and she let it roll around, mixing with her saliva as she began to take all she could of the hugely thick rod into her small mouth. It was not much, but her hands quickly took up the slack, one gripping the base of his pole and stroking as she slipped the small amount of cock she could accommodate in and out of her mouth, loving the feeling of fullness again, like his tongue had given her. He grunted again. "Whoa, Amelae." He said. "You better stop, else I'll spill seed the wrong way." He complained. She looked up at him and her eyes flashed mischievously. She doubled the suction upon his cock and began stroking the shaft faster and gripping it harder, as well. Gurdaz gasped as his orgasm spiked through him, driving him forward as he bucked his hips and filled her small mouth with his thick seed. She swallowed it as fast as she could, but had no idea how much semen a dwarf gave off in a single spend, and was quickly overwhelmed as semen spilled around the imperfect seal of her lips. He finally quit squirting come into her mouth and she slowed, then she began lapping around his cock and her hand, were the elusive semen had wound up, coating her fingers with the thick white fluid. Soon she had lapped it all up and looked up at him. "Why did you wish me to stop?" She asked. He shook his head. "I wouldn't think you would wish that." He said. "I can see I was mistaken." Her fingers about his thick shaft noted not even a minute change in the hardness and thickness of his cock. He was not going soft at all. "Can you go again?" She asked him, her eyes a little surprised. He nodded. "At least two more times, though as worked up as I am right now, probably more." "Oh my." She said, looking at the thick pole. "Well, I suppose I started it, hmm?" She said. Gurdaz chuckled, causing his beard to rustle gently as he smiled under it. "You certainly did, lass." He said, still moving his hands over her soft shoulders. "Tell me, did you enjoy doing that?" Amelae smiled up at him. "I enjoyed pleasing you." She said. "Though it did give me some pleasure to feel your thick organ in my mouth, filling in a way." He nodded. "Good, I'd not have you do something for just my pleasure, but if you enjoy it, all is well." Gurdaz said. She still marveled at the magnificent thickness of his cock. "Is this a normal-sized organ among your kind?" She asked. Gurdaz shrugged. "We don't speak much of such things, honestly." He replied. "I would guess yes." She rose from the bed and onto her knees upon it. "Well, the time has come." She said, pulling on his organ playfully. "I would feel that thing in me. That is, if you are still willing?" He chuckled and moved up to her. Amelae laid back onto the comfortable bed and spread her legs apart. He looked down. "You're so damn smooth, girl." He said. "It's not natural." Amelae ran her slender hands over the thick curls of his muscular chest. "And this fur is?" She asked, giggling. "You seem to like it fine, lass." Gurdaz chided, showing remarkably white teeth. "Else why keep running your fingers through it?" She smiled and slid her fingertips down his chest to his still erect organ. "To find this club, here, Master." Amelae said. She pulled him toward her gently, and he moved down and held his upper body up off of her with his massively muscled arms. Amelae aimed the massive head of the cock to her delicately folded entrance and moved her long, slim legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind the small of his back. The thick cock opened her like nothing had ever before, spreading the lips painfully apart and then sliding down the fluid-slicked walls of her deeper passage. "Spirits help me." She whispered as she felt her insides shift with the massive girth of his cock. He pushed down more, inch after inch of it opening her wide and spitting her upon his shaft. Amelae's face went through several differing variations of pained expression, then as he finally had every bit of his huge cock buried in her tight slit. She locked her legs on Gurdaz, forcing him to stay put a moment while she caught her breath. She gasped and moaned even as she simply adjusted her position slightly. "You're okay?" Gurdaz asked. She smiled up at him. "Better than okay, master." She said quietly. "I feel like I'm completely owned now. Stop concerning yourself and take me as you wish." He pulled himself back and it felt almost as if the skin of his organ would be pulled off by her incredibly tight hole. She grunted and he could see her stomach fold inward slightly as he pulled forth. Gurdaz then pushed forward with all his strength, ramming the pole to the hilt in her accommodating body. She cried out, adding her hands to her legs' effort to pull him in harder. Backing up again, he plowed in again, over and over. Her cries grew more pleasured and eventually settled into low moans of pleasure, as he continued the moans grew more gaspy, and intense. "Master, harder, please, use my body for your joy." Amelae said, her silver eyes beginning to tinge more with blue. He increased the rate and fury that he pounded his pole into her body, his muscles cording tightly as he gripped the headboard and pushed so furiously that her body scooted up the bed a few inches. Amelae lifted her hands over her head and pushed down from the headboard, meeting his next thrust so thoroughly that their bodies literally slapped together like a blow, knocking her breath from her lungs. "Yes!" She cried out. "Like that!" He settled into the new, more intense pattern, their bodies hammering upon one another with increased passion. She cried out again, but this time the note held, and held, and held. Gurdaz carefully maintained the even, steady, and powerful strokes of the wide cock into her and the poor elven girl stayed at the very peak of her orgasm for almost a full minute, her body locked and tensed and receiving the brutal pounding of his thick pole with her cunt. Finally, she fell from the summit, and her entire body went limp, her legs falling to his sides like vines cut from a building. She sighed massively as he continued the mechanical motion and kept filling her then emptying her inner depths. Her eyes fluttered open as she regained consciousness. "Give me your seed, master, fill me." She whispered, focusing her intensely blue eyes on him like shards of deep compacted ice. Gurdaz squeezed his eyes shut, and grabbed her thighs. Holding them to his chest he stood, lifting her light body halfway off the bed. He held her to him to prevent her moving away as his hips bucked against her, driving the intruding pole deeper. He grunted out as he climaxed and she felt the first hot blast of semen strike the deep recesses of her womb, then another. "Dear Spirits, give me strength." Amelae screamed as another climax of her own overcame her from the combination of the intense use and massive stimulation of her clitoris by the sliding cock that opened her clear to that level. At long last, he slowed, lowering her body back to the bed, and slowing still his twitching rod inside her as it thrust a last few times. He pulled his cock free of her, and it made a soft wet sucking sound as it left a massive vacancy in her groin. She whimpered at its absence, and smiled at him. "Perhaps I was a virgin." She said. "For this is the first time I feel quite so completely used." She looked down at her entrance, stretched and red and raw. "Master, you have made me a true woman this day." Gurdaz smiled. "Hell, Amelae, you were already a woman." He said. "No girl would have encouraged me to go that hard at them." She giggled. "I fear I may not be much of a worker tomorrow, though." Amelae said. "I may not even be able to walk." Gurdaz stroked her long, hairless thigh. "I think I can forgive one day of rest for your extra effort this night." He said as he bent down and kissed her. "Thank you master." Amelae said. "Will you be requiring my services again tomorrow, as well?" He nodded. "Every day." He said. "At least once." Amelae's eyes widened. "Every day?" She asked. "Oh dear." "Trying to shirk your duty?" Gurdaz asked. "Never master." Amelae replied. "I would never, I am yours to command and now to use as you like." Gurdaz looked at her sternly. "Do you mean that, Amelae?" He asked. She thought a short moment. "Yes. I think I do." She replied. Amelae suddenly realized she liked being owned and used. She would give herself fully to the man who legally owned her, to make that ownership total and complete. "I give myself fully to you, master." She said. Gurdaz was now sitting upon the edge of the bed facing away. "You really do mean that?" He asked again. "Master!" The young elf said. "Yes, I give myself, body and soul, to you. I am your slave in every way now." "Good." He said, peering over his shoulder at her. "I still need my room straightened and dusted." Epilogue — Amelae put the finishing touch on the new axe she had been commissioned to forge, grinding the edge to a razor's sharpness. It was fine workmanship she had to admit. The carefully engineered angles of attack and time-honored techniques of metal purifying and grinding, combined with her delicate and precise hand's knack for detail work to make an axe of both magnificent utility, and awesome beauty. As she pulled it from the massive grinding wheel, she looked over her shoulder at Gurdaz, still pounding the impurities out of a sword blade. "Master, I am done." She said. Gurdaz walked over and smiled at her handiwork. "Amazing fingers you have there, lass." He said in his gruff voice. "Having you around is a godsend." She smiled. "Thank you, master." She said, her face fairly glowing under his praise. "Does that mean twice tonight?" He nodded. "Or thrice, perhaps, I'm feeling a bit frisky." He said, stroking his beard. She rose from her stool and kissed his forehead. "I'm glad you bought me again." She said. "I can't believe you went out and blew all that money from last time and wound up two thousand marks in debt in two days." He groused. "Now, I've got you for five more years." "Sorry master, they would not give me any more credit than that." Amelae apologized. "I tried to get it up to five thousand as you ordered."