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Ferrezoth Ch. 01

By: icehead



The first thing Kalan saw was not Jevanna herself but the light around her. It was the morning light that suddenly poured in from the window that woke him, and at first he only saw a silhouette of her standing there, holding the curtains apart. He had to blink a few times, sitting up in bed with a grunt, before he could make out the details of her gorgeous brown hair cascading down her back, stopping not too far above the delicious curves of her naked backside.

He was not about to complain about the sight of her beautiful face looking back and smiling at him, either. "Good morning," she said.

"I must say, I can hardly imagine a lovelier image to wake up to," Kalan grinned, quite obviously ogling her.

"You're luckier than I, I think," she said with a mirthful smile, sitting down on the bed beside him and running her fingers through his unruly morning hair. "You're a mess in the morning!"

He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her squealing down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. "If I'm a mess, then I'm the mess you made last night," he growled before bringing his head down to place a deep kiss on her. She hugged his neck and let her tongue dance with his, and began moaning softly as he took hold of her breast.

"This is how every morning should be," she sighed as he moved down to kiss her neck.

Kalan responded instantly by lifting his head up and looking down into Jevanna's eyes. "Are you going to start that again?"

"Our twentieth summer is nearly upon us," she smiled, beginning again the words she had spoken so many times already. She held up her left wrist, showing him the silver band that had decorated it since her thirteenth summer. "You know I would love for you to be the one to let me lose this."

Her maiden's bracelet. The band that was placed on the wrist of every girl under Imperial rule when she reached her thirteenth summer, which she would wear constantly until she married. No one except the Imperial craftsmen who made them and the ministers who applied and removed them knew how they worked, but the maiden's bracelet would prevent a girl from bearing children for as long as she wore it, thus allowing the youth of the Empire to freely explore their blossoming sexuality.

By Imperial law, people were allowed to marry once they reached their twentieth summer, and Kalan and Jevanna's was only a few short months away. But just because they could didn't mean Kalan was ready to. He looked down hard at her face. In nearly twenty years she had grown from a giggling little girl playing with him in the fields and on the beaches to the beautiful woman lying beneath him. They had always shared everything; their toys, their food, even the youthful discovery of their sexual organs, and after her maiden's bracelet was put on and they started to mature, there was never any discussion before they started sleeping together. It had just been the natural thing to do. Kalan certainly didn't doubt that one day they would share their life, but not yet. Not yet.

Besides, he had another concern keeping him from taking that leap. "I still think your father would have a few choice words to say about us marrying."

Jevanna rolled her eyes. "I don't care what my father says. A farm boy is more than good enough for me, and I will certainly not marry an Imperial footdog."

"Not even Davir?" Kalan said, half in jest as he pictured the pompous face of that dark-haired muscle-head who was always letting the entire peninsula know that one day he was going to be the Chief General of the armies of Ferrezoth, and who constantly seemed to be surrounded by swooning ladies.

"Especially not Davir," Jevanna said, wrinkling her nose. They both chuckled a moment, and kissed again. "Kalan, don't you love me?" she asked.

"Of course I do," Kalan said honestly. "I always have. But we're still young, and the world is so much bigger than just the two of us. Don't you want to enjoy it for a little longer?"

Jevanna grinned wide. "Right now I just want to enjoy you for a little longer!" With that she pulled his head down with one hand for a fierce, wet kiss, while her other hand reached down to grab his slowly softening member and began stroking it back to the hardness he'd woken up with.

"Are you sure you have the energy after last night?" he asked.

"A good night's sleep was rejuvenating enough, I think," she said just before rolling them over and sitting upright atop him. "And your friend here seems eager enough."

"I didn't say I wasn't," he grinned.

She hoisted herself above the stiff member she gripped in her fingers, and slowly lowered herself down. Kalan felt the familiar warmth of her moist tunnel begin to envelop him, and he gripped her hips in an effort to hurry her descent. Jevanna threw her head back and gasped, relishing the exquisite feeling of having him inside her again. 

She began to raise and lower herself upon him with a steadily increasing tempo. A jolt of pleasure shot up through her each time her legs impacted his hips. Her hands came up to cup and squeeze her breasts, and a moment later Kalan's hands moved up from her hips to join them. Jevanna rolled her head to the side and moaned as both Kalan's strong hands plus her own massaged her sensitive breasts. Years of practice with her had taught Kalan all the ways she liked to be touched, and he acted purely on instinct, his fingers and hers moving as one, kneading her mammary flesh and pinching her nipples.

But the moment came when he wanted to do more than simply touch them. His hands moved to grip her sides under her arms and gently leaned her forward, until the hard caps of her nipples were within reach of his mouth. His lips closed upon the flesh of her right tit, and she gasped loudly at the electric tingle as his lips and tongue savored her nipple with practiced expertise.

His hands slid down her back until they were cupped over the curves of her buttocks. He began using his hands to control the pace, moving her back and forth upon him, and moved his head rhythmically to keep his lips locked to her breast. Jevanna smiled. She always loved the way Kalan was able to take control even when she had him pinned beneath her.

Living on a farm did have its advantages: the house was far enough from the neighbors that no one was likely to be disturbed by the noise. And Jevanna was particularly noisy. Not nearly as noisy as she'd been last night, but she certainly was getting more frantic and louder now. At last she threw her head back and went stiff, her pulsing walls clamping down hard on his manhood, as she shrieked in orgasm.

He continued moving her hips for her all throughout her climax, until she finally collapsed on top of him. At that point he no longer needed to take his time. He rolled them over so that he was on top of her, and proceeded to thrust away, driving himself toward his own release. She grunted and squirmed beneath him, and squealed in delight one more time when he finally fired off his spunk deep inside of her.

They collapsed together on the sheets, panting and sweating. For a long while neither of them said anything, the only sounds filling the room being their own heavy breathing. Jevanna finally broke the silence with "You certainly woke up quickly."

"You seem to have that effect," Kalan said. After a few more minutes' pause, he asked, "How long can you stay today?"

"I can stay all day if I want!" she insisted. "Just because my father wants me to accompany him to the summit doesn't mean I have to go."

"Perhaps it's best you heed him, else he may not wait for us to talk to him of marriage before he sends the sends the Imperial Guard down on me," Kalan joked.

Jevanna laughed a little. "First of all, my father is only a senator; he doesn't have that kind of authority. Second, he only wants me to go because he thinks I'll find an Imperial soldier or representative who will give me a better life than you."

"So prove him wrong," Kalan said. "Go with him to the summit and show him that the choice is yours."

Jevanna smiled. "You're right." She gave him a quick kiss. "Alright. I'll go. The airship departs for Tolevant at noon, so we have until then. Shall we...?"

His head lifted up and looked down at her. "Again?"

"Don't tell me you're tired?" she said with a mischievous grin.

They enjoyed one more torrid bout before they dressed and moved into the kitchen for breakfast. As she usually did, Jevanna insisted on cooking. "Are you sure you'll manage without me for two days?" she asked, looking down on the sizzling sausage links. 

"I've survived without my parents on this farm for three years," he said. "I can manage."

"I hope so," she grinned, scooping the sausage onto plates. "I'd hate to come back to a starved man."

A few bites into their meal, another thought came over her. "You realize, Kalan, that if I go with my father to the summit, I'll be surrounded by big, burly, sexy mercenaries whom my father will most likely be encouraging to make their moves on me."

"So let them," Kalan shrugged. "In fact, why don't you do yourself a favor and let yourself enjoy one or two of them while you're there." Like most of the youth of the Empire, Kalan and Jevanna had had their share of other lovers. Youth were encouraged to experiment with as many lovers as they could in order to find their ideal match when they decided to marry. The two of them had simply always drifted back to each other.

"And if Davir makes an advance on me?"

"Then I trust you'll tell him what to do with his equipment."

Jevanna laughed. "Alright then. But only if you do likewise. The only way I'll enjoy myself with an Imperial soldier is if I know you're enjoying yourself with a girl here."

"Agreed," Kalan chuckled.

***

Jevanna left shortly before noon, leaving Kalan to tend to his business for the day. He was due to deliver his next shipment of crops to the market today, and was already deep into loading his supplies onto his cart when he heard the crunching grass that heralded the approach of his assistant in this task. "You're a bit late today, Durren," Kalan said to the slim, handsome, dark-haired figure who approached.

Davir's younger brother and Kalan's old friend humbly tilted his head. "My apologies. I thought to wait until my brother left for the summit."

"Did you not wish Davir to know you were helping me?" Kalan asked, lifting a bushel of fruit onto the cart. He paused a moment as he heard the faint humming in the sky, and looked up into the distance, seeing the great metal airship that was now taking Jevanna to Tolevant lifting off into the sky.

Durren bent down to lift another bushel. "Davir seems disapproving of my simply spending time with you, let alone helping you with farming. I believe he thinks I'll start enjoying the work too much."

Kalan sighed. "How did farming suddenly become so unpopular?"

Durren heaved a heavy sack of vegetables onto the cart with a grunt. "He's still trying to make me become an Imperial mercenary like him. I tell him time and again I have no interest, but he never gives up."

Kalan patted down the last sack onto the cart. "Well, fight for pay or grow food, it's your life. For now, let's get the food to the people."

They hitched up the horses, and Kalan took a seat on the front of the cart while Durren climbed onto the back. Kalan whipped the reins and they set off towards town. "Funny, I had a similar talk with Jevanna this morning," Kalan said, turning his head slightly to let Durren hear from behind him.

"Did you now?"

"I'm somehow becoming quite unpopular with authority figures. What is it about this farm that no one cares for? I have a good life, don't I?"

"Of course!" Durren insisted. "And it would be a fine life for Jevanna, too, no matter what her father says. Does he think being an Imperial senator gives him the right to dictate her life?"

"Does Davir think being an Imperial mercenary gives him the right to dictate yours?"

Durren fell silent. Kalan was about to comment further, but then realized he could understand Durren's hesitation. Both of them had shared the experience of learning that their parents had died in the war in Indegal. But where Kalan had been left alone to carry on the care of his parents' farm, Durren had still been left an authority figure to look up to. And while Kalan could imagine plenty of better role models than Davir, he was still all Durren had left.

They began hearing the clip-clop of the horses' hooves as they moved onto the paved streets. All around them was the bustle and rush of Saum, one of the many towns of Ferrezoth, the sub-tropical peninsula on the southeast of the Alcaric continent. Here and there were street vendors, some of whom were likely selling food Kalan had grown himself, and a few shirtless performers juggled various items on corners. And one never had to look far to see a pair of Imperial guards patrolling the street.

Off to their right they could see the West Beach. The beaches that wrapped around the entire peninsula were the ultimate places of leisure in Ferrezoth, and as usual were populated by various people of all ages enjoying the sun and the sea. Couples relaxing together, children playing, families enjoying a day of rest, all of them nude and free.

On occasion, someone they passed would be accompanied by a slave. The primitive people of the eastern islands that the Empire had conquered centuries ago, identified by their black hair and narrow, dark eyes, were now raised in slave compounds and sold to those who were wealthy enough to afford them. Kalan wasn't sure about slaves in other countries under the Empire, but in Ferrezoth slaves were never given clothes; the only items they wore were the collars that would deliver a painful shock if the slave got too far away from a small device that their master carried. Young female slaves, who were often used to satisfy the sexual desires of their masters, also wore maiden's bracelets.

They reached the distributing station and dropped off the produce, Kalan received his payment, and then Durren suggested they have a few beers at the tavern. While on the way, Kalan noticed how Durren seemed to be intently watching every slave they passed. "Is there something on your mind?" Kalan asked after Durren craned his neck watching a slave who was carrying a load of wood behind his master.

"What? Oh, just something Davir told me before he left this morning."

"And what might that be?"

Durren paused. "He said when he came back with his pay he was going to buy me my own slave."

Kalan stopped suddenly. "Truly? I thought you always said you pitied the slaves."

Durren sighed. "I couldn't find it in me to refuse him. He's my brother."

"I suppose he's going to get you another young girl like the one he has... what's her name again?" Kalan asked, resuming walking.

"Sokia," Durren said. "And yes, that's his plan. He wants me to have a girl at my command to please me. It's another attempt of his to convert me, I think."

"What will you do when he returns?" Kalan asked as they neared the beaded curtain that covered the doorway of the tavern, but both the question and Durren's impending answer were forgotten as they stepped inside, instantly surrounded by a pervasive air of bustle and gossip. And following the direction of rapt attention, they saw the source of the buzzing: seated at a table in the center of the tavern, enjoying a meal and quite aware of the attention they were attracting, was a trio of elves; two males on either side of a single female. 

Elves were rarely seen in human countries, especially ones ruled by the Empire. But there was definitely no mistaking them, not with the long, tapered points of their ears protruding from beneath their long hair or their strikingly large eyes. And when one of them reached to pick up his drink, Kalan and Durren could see that they had only four fingers to each hand. 

Kalan glanced at Durren, and could see his friend's mystified awe at the sight of his first elves. "Do they fascinate you that much?" Kalan asked.

"They're elves!" Durren said, as if the simple fact by itself was unthinkable. "Real elves!"

"Those same words have been echoing in here ever since they arrived," old Talmah the barkeeper said from behind them. "You ask me, I've never seen anyone so fascinated with my brew as those point-ears."

"Do you know why they're here?" Kalan asked.

"Said they were looking for someone," Talmah said. "Goes by the name Parrik."

"I believe I know a man by that name," Durren said. "A trader who lives two towns southeast of here."

"Don't tell me," Talmah shrugged, with a nod towards the elves.

Kalan grinned, and stepped up to the bar. "Two pints, Talmah."

"You got it." 

Talmah poured two tin mugs full of beer and slid them into Kalan's waiting hands. "Come on, Durren," Kalan said, "let's meet them."

Kalan heard a high pitched "What?" as he walked passed Durren and advanced on the elves' table. He stopped and looked behind him once to check if Durren was following him, and for a moment he wasn't, but then Durren proceeded after him.

When the elves noticed their approach, Kalan paused. "Begging your pardon," he offered. "We heard you were searching for someone, and thought we might be of assistance. May we join you?"

"Please do," said the male on the left, a slender wisp of a figure with long brown hair and green eyes, matching those of the female next to him. "Most of your people seem so awed by our mere presence that they fear to even speak to us... like your friend, it seems."

Kalan looked behind him as he took a seat, and saw Durren frozen a few steps behind. "Please, Durren, you're embarrassing me."

Durren awkwardly stepped up to the empty chair and sat down, his wide, unblinking eyes never leaving the three visitors.

"You must forgive Durren," Kalan said. "He's never seen elves before."

"Neither, I suspect, have most of the people here," said the first elf. "Have you?"

"Once. But I was only five then. I won't deny the presence of elves in our town is enough to excite me as well."

The speaking elf smiled. "What is it they call you, human?"

"Kalan."

"Well met, Kalan. And you as well, Durren. I am Renas; this is my sister Xeres, and our friend Lesgar."

"...Hello," Lesgar, a slightly stronger-looking elf with platinum blonde hair, said with a thick accent, sounding slightly uncomfortable. Xeres remained silent, but Kalan did notice the curious way she was eyeing him, half-hiding a suggestive smile behind her beer mug.

"Lesgar is not yet fluent in the human tongue," Renas said.

"And your sister, is she fluent?"

"I am quite fluent," Xeres said softly, almost in a whisper. "I simply chose not to speak. I was enjoying listening to your voice."

Kalan cocked an eyebrow and grinned at the elf girl.

"You said you might be of help to us," Renas said. "Do you know a man named—"

"Parrik?" Kalan turned his eyes to Durren. 

After a few seconds, Durren seemed to come out of a trance. "Um, yes, Parrik... he's a trader, deals in trinkets and rare artifacts. My brother and I have purchased some items from him on occasion."

"Word has reached our ears of an artifact recovered in this land that may be of elfin origin," Renas explained. "We've followed the trail of rumors, and it seems this Parrik is the one who possesses it. We may be talking about an important piece of our history. We'd like to see if it is worth bringing back to our people."

"Yes, I believe I've heard rumor of this artifact," Durren said. "Parrik lives southeast of here in a town called Guareth. By transport you can be there in less than a day."

The generally positive mood the three elves had conveyed until now became suddenly dampened. Lesgar spoke what sounded like a question in elven, and a brief dialogue ensued between him and Renas. Xeres seemed indifferent to the conversation between her companions, keeping her large green eyes fixated on Kalan. When the conversation concluded, Renas looked back to Durren and said, "With respect, we prefer to travel by more conventional methods. We have three horses outside that we acquired after we crossed the border into Ferrezoth."


Ferrezoth Ch. 01



Kalan and Durren exchanged confused looks. "Guareth is three days' ride by horse," Durren said, "and if Parrik does in fact have this artifact, then I'd think you'd want to reach him as quickly as possible or he's likely to sell it before you reach him." 

"It's a chance we're willing to take. I don't suppose either of you could show us the way, and help us find this Parrik?" The question was open to both of them, but Renas was primarily looking at Durren.

Durren frowned. "Unfortunately, that would also be easier if you were to take the transport. My brother will expect me to be home when he returns from the summit in two days."

"And I have a farm to tend," Kalan said.

"You'll most likely have to pass through Sharmala on your way to Guareth," Durren offered. "Parrik is fairly well known in his town; once you get there, you shouldn't have much difficulty finding him."

"Our thanks, Durren," Renas said. "Perhaps we should be off then." 

Renas spoke a few words in elven to his companions, Lesgar exchanged a few words, and the two male elves arose from their seats. Lesgar spoke an awkward-sounding "Thank you." Renas beckoned to Xeres, who had not yet taken her eyes off of Kalan.

Xeres stood up, and began saying something to her brother that Renas seemed to be quite stunned by. Though Kalan didn't know what they were saying, the dialogue ensuing between the three of them was definitely the most intense he had heard from any of them yet. Ultimately Xeres said something that left a moment of silence between them, before Renas finally turned to Kalan and said something that Kalan could never have expected.

"My sister has requested to stay with you until we return."

Kalan blinked a few times. "She what?"

"The only reason I accompanied my brother on this quest is because he suggested to me that the experience of being among humans would be beneficial to me," Xeres said. "You are the most intriguing human I've met since entering Ferrezoth, and you interest me far more than any trinket, no matter how old it may be."

"Well then... does your brother approve?"

"Truthfully, I do not," Renas said, shaking his head, "but the decision is hers."

"Indeed it is," Xeres smiled. "Hadn't you best be going then?"

Renas and Lesgar looked back and forth between Kalan and Xeres, and finally Renas sighed and said, "We will return for her in a matter of days. I trust she'll be kept safe."

"Of course," Kalan nodded.

Xeres made an annoyed comment to her brother in their language before Renas and Lesgar left. "What did you just say to him?" Kalan asked once the elves had walked out the doorway.

"I told him I can take care of myself," she said. "So then, I still haven't seen much of Saum; we came to this tavern as soon as we arrived in town."

"You'd like a tour, then?" Durren asked.

"Is that the word you use? Then yes, a tour would be lovely."

***

Jevanna strolled along the grand, pristine halls, admiring the magnificent view through the giant slanted windows. Far below her sprawled the Imperial capital city of Tolevant, home of the Imperial family and the nexus for all Imperial activity. Shortly after the airship docked, her father had left for the senate meeting, and she had been wandering the halls since. Many others from different lands had passed her, most of them identified by the style of clothing they wore as to where they hailed from; the light tunica Jevanna was dressed in clearly marked her as a denizen of Ferrezoth.

She paused a moment, marveling at how much, for lack of a better word, more there was to the city below her than the land she knew. It wasn't the first time she'd been to Hub of the Senate, but the difference never became any less breathtaking. There was Imperial technology to be found in Ferrezoth to be sure, such as the transports that allowed speedy travel between towns, or the weapons carried by Imperial soldiers and mercenaries, but mostly it was a simple place built up from the ground out of sticks and stones. Here, however, the city seemed to be made of nothing but Imperial technology. Huge towers and churning factories dotted the land; small personal vehicles flew about like insects. From this distance, Tolevant seemed like all one giant machine network.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Jevanna groaned, already knowing who was standing next to her. She slowly turned her head and looked up to the pompous smirk on his face. That head of dark hair, the light armor of a mercenary that did little to conceal his muscular frame, the sword at his hip and the rifle on his back; she knew it was only a matter of time before he crossed her path. "Hello Davir," she moaned.

"Hello, Jevanna. You're looking radiant as always."

"I could comment on how you're looking, but I don't think this is the place for such obscenity."

"Oh, Jevanna, you wound me," he grinned.

"I only wish."

"Now, now," Davir said, putting a hand on her shoulder that she pulled away from, "there's no reason we can't be civil."

"No, I don't suppose there is," Jevanna said, walking past him. "Goodbye, Davir. Be well. Civil enough for you?"

A spark of irritation flared up inside her as she felt his calloused hand grab her by the wrist. "I think you've misconstrued my intentions, my dear."

"Your intentions are quite clear, O brave fighter."

"You seem to think I plan on taking advantage of you. I assure you, love, I have nothing but your pleasure at heart."

"Then move on to another girl. I would derive much pleasure from that."

"What's this?" another voice said. Jevanna turned to see another mercenary approaching them with an amused look. "The future chief general of Ferrezoth is being rejected by a woman? This seems like an event to me."

Davir's proud look faltered just for a moment. "I wouldn't announce a holiday just yet, Haxton," Davir said, quickly regaining his composure. "Jevanna, it seems, is difficult for any man who isn't a pitiful farm boy."

Jevanna fought to stave off a scowl—and then turned her attention to the mercenary behind her. "Haxton, is it?"

"Yes," the other mercenary grinned, clearly interested. "You know, I was raised on a farm in Ferrezoth myself."

"Were you now?" Jevanna smiled, twirling a finger in her hair. She was still talking to Haxton, but turned taunting eyes to Davir as she said, "Very interesting."

"Would you care to have a look at my quarters?" Haxton asked. "They're unusually well kept."

"That sounds wonderful," she said, taking Haxton by the hand and pressing up against him. Before walking off with him, she looked back to a flustered Davir and said, "Have a wonderful afternoon, Davir."

She imagined the look on Davir's face all the way back to Haxton's quarters. She still didn't know what magic the Empire used to make doors that slid open on their own when someone put their hand over what looked like a red jewel on the wall, but for once she didn't stop to wonder about it. When the door was shut behind them and she reached to Haxton's side to begin unfastening his armor, she wondered if Davir was standing outside the door. She hoped he was. 

When Haxton had her bent over his bed and was thrusting into her from behind, she made a point of being louder than she normally would be just in case Davir was listening. She became ecstatic and wild, shouting encouragement to Haxton purely out of hope that Davir would hear. She began to realize she was enjoying taunting Davir even more than the act itself.

She also tried to make it go for as long as she possibly could. After Haxton came, he collapsed onto his bed, saying "Thank you for that, that was wonderful," but she quickly countered with "We are far from finished yet." She took him into her mouth and proceeded to suck him back to hardness, and climbed on top of him once she had brought him back to a satisfactory level. 

She rode him to two more orgasms before he finally came again, and once again she took him into her mouth to get him ready for another bout, which took longer this time, or at least seemed to. This time it was he who judged when he was ready, as it was he who mounted her. He rose up from where he lay, pulled her onto her back, pushed her legs back 'til her knees almost touched her shoulders and bent over her. It was at that point that she realized to some dismay that she was losing steam. He drilled her to one final climax, at which point he came one more time and collapsed by her side. She would've tried to get him up for another round, but her morning excursions with Kalan had already taken too much out of her, and at last she had to accept that she was spent.

Jevanna didn't know how long they both spent lying there, catching their breath without saying a word. And when she finally did speak, it was not to Haxton. "Enjoy the show Davir?" she called to the air.

No response came from outside the door. She didn't know whether that meant he wasn't there or was simply staying silent.

"Is Davir perhaps a former lover of yours?" Haxton asked.

"He wishes."

"Well, regardless, I hoped you enjoyed humiliating him as much as I did."

Jevanna laughed. Haxton had managed to lighten her mood after her mild disappointment at not being able to continue. She stood up as soon as her legs had regained enough strength to support her, and asked, "May I be allowed to wash up before I leave?"

"By all means, use my shower. I'll simply relax here a bit longer."

Ah, yes. Jevanna had almost forgotten about the showers. A seemingly endless stream of hot water that rained down from a spout on the wall as if from nowhere; Imperial technology was amazing. As soon as she stepped inside the glistening glass booth and felt the warm spray on her body she let herself feel very glad she'd decided to make this trip, if for no other reason than this simple pleasure that one could never experience in Ferrezoth. Not that she wasn't fond of the bathhouses there, but still...

She wrapped her arms around herself and shut her eyes as her moment of blissful abandon slipped away. As much as she enjoyed the conveniences of Tolevant, she just couldn't help wishing that Kalan was there to enjoy them with her. How much longer was he going to insist they keep playing around with people who meant nothing to them before he realized they belonged with each other? What they were doing now was fun, but she wanted more. 

Was Kalan really more attracted to these meaningless games than having a real future with her?

***

Kalan and Durren spent the better part of the day guiding their unusual charge around Saum, showing her all there was to see and ultimately returning to the tavern late in the day for dinner. Xeres garnered much attention from the townsfolk; more than once during the day they found themselves being followed by a crowd of giggling children.

Ultimately as the evening came on, Kalan decided it was best he return to the farm, and Durren agreed that he had some work at home of his own to attend to. Durren suggested that Xeres should stay on the farm with Kalan, as he wasn't sure how his brother would react to the presence of an elf in their home when he got back. That seemed to sit fine with her. She took a seat on the empty cart next to Kalan as the horses proceeded to carry him home.

Kalan had always imagined that the elves would be incredibly foreign and exotic, but the more time he spent with Xeres the more he realized her people were not too different from his own. It was certainly evident that the human language was not her first, and on multiple occasions she'd asked him to explain a word he'd used in conversation, but he was growing progressively more relaxed speaking with her. He was starting to see her less as an elf and more as a person.

Her style of dress was very different, but the elves seemed to have the same kind of minimalist attitude about clothing as Ferrezoth. Her clothes looked like they were mostly made from deerskin, consisting of a thin halter top and a tight set of shorts that extended less than an inch down her legs, plus her short leathery boots and a knife strapped to her left thigh. The style seemed fitting for the woodland region she hailed from, but not much more substantial than his long blue sleeveless tunic that extended just barely past his knees and was secured at the waist by a belt. 

Clothing in the tropical climate of Ferrezoth was worn more for appearance than out of need. People generally dressed in light silk or linen clothes that didn't conceal much, and were often thin enough to see through anyway. Kalan had seen pictures of people in other countries bundled in heavy dress that he couldn't help imagining were incredibly uncomfortable. He'd heard, in fact, that some of these countries had social taboos about nudity in public; a concept Kalan was certain he would never understand. Here people always took their clothes off in front of others at the beaches and the bathhouses, and sometimes just wherever they happened to be on a hot day; not to mention the slaves and small children who went naked constantly.

By this point Kalan and Xeres had learned many of the smaller details about each other. Xeres was a native of the elven kingdom of Quirdell in the forest far to the north. Kalan was quite surprised to learn that she was nearly fifty summers of age, because he would have sworn she was younger than he. But then she explained that elves were known for living anywhere from 300 to 400 summers; by elven standards she was still quite young.

She seemed just as interested in his life as he was in hers. He'd never thought there was anything interesting about his life, but she reminded him that he was the first human she had spent this much time with. She asked him countless questions about his childhood growing up on the farm, and about his parents, and expressed effusive sympathy when he told her about how they died. He assured her that time had healed the pain, and he had managed fine.

"Don't you feel some anger to the Empire for sending your parents to their deaths like that?" she asked him.

"There was a time when I did," he said. "My parents were always content just bringing food to the people; they never wanted to have to fight, and when I first learned that they'd died I hated the Empire for conscripting them and taking them from me. But then I remembered what they always taught me: the Empire exists for a reason, and sometimes sacrifices are necessary to keep the peace."

"What are 'sacrifices'?"

"It means to give something up. The Empire provides us all with secure and stable lives, and sometimes we have to give something back. That's the balance of the world."

For the first time since he met her, Xeres fell awkwardly silent.

They arrived at the farm, and Kalan returned the horses to the stables and put the cart to rest. "Shall we go in, then?" he said, walking to the doorway. As he had done many times throughout the day at other places they visited, he lifted the beaded curtain over the doorway to allow her entry.

"Do you think me unable to move that covering on my own?" she asked, sounding slightly peeved but with a smile on her face nonetheless. "You've been very quick to lift every one of those we've come to before I've gotten to it."

Kalan looked more hurt than he felt. "I'm simply trying to be a gentleman."

"A 'gentle man?'" she said. "What does this gesture have to do with gentleness?"

Kalan sighed. Maybe the elves were quite different after all. "It's just common courtesy here to show a lady kindness such as this."

"I see," she said. "Then thank you." She then proceeded through the opening he was still holding open for her. He stepped in after her to find her standing there, looking about the house with a large smile on her face. "This is wonderful!" she said.

Even though he knew every inch of the house better than anyplace, Kalan looked around also. Sturdy walls of wood, smooth straw mat floors, a thick thatched roof with a few wooden rafters... "Now I'm certain you're exaggerating. It's just a farmhouse. I've seen plenty of houses grander than this."

"You're so modest, Kalan," Xeres said, grinning at him. "I love it!"

Kalan raised an eyebrow at her. "Are your homes in Quirdell so unappealing? Because from what you've described of your tree dwellings, I can't imagine the place you're from as being anything but magnificent."

"No, our homes in Quirdell are fine. But I still think your house is beautiful."

"Well... thank you." 

Kalan went to a low cupboard and produced a bottle of his best wine, and poured two glasses, offering his guest a seat at his table. She gingerly took a tiny sip, seconds before indulging in a much larger gulp that she nearly choked on. "Easy now," Kalan laughed. "You want to drink this slowly and savor it."

"I'm sorry," she said after she stopped coughing. "We have no drinks like this in Quirdell. I must say, this is much better than that bitter brew they serve at the tavern."

"A lady with refined taste," he grinned. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."

After a brief moment of drinking in silence, Xeres said, "Tell me more of this girl you spoke of, Jevanna, was it?"

"Yes, my Jevanna. She's been my friend for as long as I can remember, ever since we were children. Maybe I'm biased in saying this, but she really is the most beautiful girl I know."

"Are you planning to marry her?"

"Eventually," Kalan shrugged. He went on to explain his reasoning for wanting to wait before they committed to that act. He did notice that she seemed to flinch when he mentioned that Jevanna's father was an Imperial senator. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Forgive me," she said. "It is just that... well, my people have little love for the Empire. They've been trying for many years to bring us into their fold, and our insistence that we do not wish to live under Imperial rule seems to fall on deaf ears. There is some fear that the Empire may try to conquer us by force."

"...I see," Kalan said. "Is that why Lesgar and your brother didn't want to use the transport today?"

"Yes. We prefer to keep a safe distance from Imperial technology."

"I wouldn't worry. The Empire does what is in everyone's best interest, and while they may be a bit pompous and think that their way is the only way, I doubt they'd go so far as to attack your people to prove it."

He could see by her expression that Xeres wasn't convinced. Uncomfortable, Kalan turned his gaze from her and took a large sip of his wine.

"You said you don't yet wish to marry Jevanna because you are too young," she said after a moment of silence. "What did you mean by that?"

Kalan paused, not totally sure how to answer. "Well... marriage is a large commitment, and there are things we'd be giving up. As much as I love her, we both still enjoy sharing our beds with others now and then... I just don't believe we're ready, although she does."

"I always thought that humans didn't join with each other until after they married."

"There was a time that was true," Kalan said, recalling what he'd learned in his history lessons. "That was a long time ago, before the Empire, before they developed the maiden's bracelet."

"Maiden's bracelet?"

"Surely you noticed them on the wrists of young women in town," he said. "Those bracelets prevent illegitimate children from being born, so that only married couples can have children."

Xeres furrowed her brow and tilted her head. "Why should you ever want to prevent children from being born?"

"Caring for a child is no small task, Xeres," Kalan said. "It wouldn't do for there to be too many children running around with young, unmarried parents who didn't have the means to feed and raise them."

"Amongst my people, the birth of a child is never anything but cause for celebration," she said. Then she thought for a moment, and added, "But then, I don't believe there are half as many children in all of Quirdell as I saw in this town alone today. Do you humans really bear children so easily?"




Ferrezoth Ch. 01



"What do you mean? Is it somehow difficult for elves?"

"I suppose you might say that. Most of us, in all our long lives, will only be blessed with one child. Sometimes some lucky ones will have a strong enough spirit bond to bear a second, but this is rare..."

"Spirit bond?"

She paused a moment. "I'm sorry; I forget sometimes that that trait is unique to us elves. In order for us to bear children, two elves must form a spirit bond. It is a spiritual and mental link between them that will continue for as long as both live, and some believe even beyond."

"And how do they do this?"

"Oh, it isn't done..." she paused, mumbling something in elven with a perplexed look. "What's the word you use? When you do something because you want to, or you choose it..."

"Voluntary?"

"Yes, thank you. Spirit bonds aren't formed voluntarily. They just seem to happen. It seems to occur at some moment when the two are in close proximity to each other, usually while making direct eye contact. Quite often, in fact, the bond is formed during the very joining from which the child is made. No one knows exactly how it happens; most simply credit it to 'the will of the forest.'"

"So elves simply marry whoever this link happens with?"

"My people have no formal marriage ceremonies," she said. "When a spirit bond is formed, the two are mated for life, and that is enough. That is why I've always wondered about humans, and all of these rules you seem to have about love and joining, because these are such simple things among my people."

"So then... do elves continue to sleep with... or to use your words, join with others even after forming a spirit bond?"

"Of course, why not?" she smiled. "Simply because you are mated for life to one, why should that prevent you from showing love and affection to others? You and Jevanna love each other, don't you?"

"Of course."

"And yet you continue to join with others without regret, because you know that your hearts belong to each other. To us it is the same."

Kalan looked hard at her, feeling the corner's of his mouth curling into a tiny smile. He thought about Jevanna, and about the beautiful elf woman sitting in front of him. "Forgive me," he said, putting a gentle hand on hers. "From your earlier questions, I had begun to think you unwise. I was wrong. Still, I wish things were as simple in the human world as they are in yours."

Xeres smiled back at him, and slowly arose from her seat, unstrapping her knife from her leg and laying it down on the table. She walked up to Kalan and seated herself on his lap, putting her hands on his shoulders and gazing straight at him with her huge green eyes. "Let me tell you something. I followed you today because you intrigued me. You were the first human who spoke to us as equals, and not as though we were above you in some way. I've learned much about you today, Kalan. I can understand why Jevanna loves you, and I do not think it would be difficult for me to love you as well."

"You speak of love as if it's something that can simply be poured and served like a glass of wine." 

"That is how I see it. You think love is complicated; let me show you how the elves love."

With that she leaned forward, and Kalan felt the tender press of her lips. Her hands moved along his shoulders, taking hold of the back of his neck and head as the kiss slowly deepened. His hands took hold of her sides and began moving upward, feeling the shape of her petite frame. Her elven body was small and lightweight, but he felt no weakness in it. Every part of her he touched felt toned and firm and supple. It was a body built for life in her forest home, and for right now it was his.

She pulled her mouth away from him, and they both looked down to where she was proceeding to undo the lacings at the front of her deerskin top. Two pairs of hands parted her top, and a small but shapely pair of breasts capped by dark nipples spilled into view. As Kalan took hold of them, he felt her suddenly shift on his lap at the feel of the bulge that had started to rise. She gazed down at the lump beneath his tunic, and put her hand down to feel it through the fabric—and her already huge eyes actually got bigger. "Zugass!" she gasped.

"You've felt one before, haven't you?"

"Many," she said, breathing hard, "but never a human's! I never imagined it would be so... suddenly I am nervous!"

The elf was intimidated by him. A crude, clumsy, short-lived human, and a simple farm boy no less, had made this elegant woodland being nervous. Kalan didn't know whether to feel proud or ashamed. He searched for something to say, and ultimately came up with, "I will try to be gentle." 

"A 'gentle man?'"

"Yes," he smiled. He wrapped an arm around her torso and pulled her closer, while his other hand reached down and began to rub between her legs through the cloth of her tiny breeches. The response was instantaneous. Xeres gasped and arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. Kalan also noticed that the fabric of her breeches was already considerably wetter than he'd expected. "Nilo zomna," she moaned, and her fingers went to grasp the lacings of her shorts. She wanted to feel what he was doing without the deerskin fabric in the way. He could tell.

He decided to oblige her.

He lifted her as he stood up from the chair and laid her down across the table. From there he proceeded to complete the task she had begun, unlacing her little breeches and sliding them slowly away, uncovering a smooth, hairless pubic mound. He discarded her shorts, followed swiftly by her little boots being removed from her tiny four-toed feet. 

He paused a moment to admire the lithe, nubile form of the naked elf that lay spread before him, before proceeding to lean over her, running his fingers along the inner side of her right leg as he slowly bent forward, and suckling her right nipple into his mouth once his fingers made contact with the tiny nub at the top of her slit. Xeres moaned beneath him, and he heard the scratching sound of her fingernails clawing at the wood of the table beneath her. Her left foot came up on the table, pointing her knee to the ceiling, and she cupped her breast with her hand, as if trying to feed her nipple into his mouth. 

He slipped his finger into the warm, moist depth of her folds, and though he knew she was an elf and was small in all save a few respects, he was still surprised by how tight she was. Suddenly he understood her intimidation; he was not totally sure himself that he would fit inside her. But as he probed deeper and felt how wet and slick her tunnel was, that notion was swiftly dispelled.

"Nilo zomna," she mumbled again.

Kalan looked up at her, removing her breast from his lips. Her big eyes looked back down at him with a hunger. She suddenly removed his finger from her, and with a grace and agility Kalan had never seen, she sprang into a crouching position on the table, perched on the balls of her feet, leaning forward, her body aimed at the buckle of his belt. Just below it, a great blue tent had formed in his tunic, and she wanted to see what was under it now. It took a few seconds for her ministering fingers to figure out how his buckle worked—it differed somewhat from how clothing was fastened in her land—but figure it out she did, and in a moment his belt was gone, freeing Kalan to pull his tunic off.

And once again, her already huge eyes went wide. "You are massive, human!" she gasped, staring at the erect organ that jutted out before her face. Then she looked up at him with a smile and added, "And hairy like a beast!"

"Growl," Kalan responded with a grin.

And how appropriate was her response to that: she pounced on him like a wild cat. Before he knew what was happening, she had leapt from the table, her hands were on his shoulders, her feet were on his abs, and by the time he hit the straw mat floor her lips were locked with his. "I think you are far more beast-like than I, my lady," he mused once her lips were free, before noticing the feel of her smooth, cool fingers grasping his manhood.

"A child of the forest cannot help but be wild," she grinned. "I'll show you just how."

He felt moistness at the tip of his organ, and knew that she had poised him right at her opening. Slowly he felt her labia parting as she lowered herself down, attempting to ease him into her. Her big green eyes remained steadfastly locked to his as she did this, but her jaw began to tremble as her breath became short and sharp. Kalan's own mouth was hanging open as well; her tightness was beyond belief. They were both quite impressed that she managed to take nearly all of his length into her.

From there she began a slow back and forth motion with her hips, trying to adjust to his sheer size. For all her bravado about showing him how the deed was done, and as many of her tribesmen as she'd bedded in the past, she was still feeling like a child being schooled in lovemaking now. She'd certainly thought when she left Quirdell about the possibility of joining with a human while she had the opportunity, and when she'd first met Kalan in that tavern she knew this was going to happen, but she was realizing now that despite all that she hadn't really prepared herself mentally for this. It was all a bit much.

But that wasn't going to stop her. Xeres had never shied away from a challenge before. They joined hands, and her four fingers intertwined with his five. Gradually the discomfort faded, and only the pleasure of feeling the huge thing moving inside her remained. Her hips began churning at a steadier, more comfortable pace, and her head rolled back, letting a long, low moan out of her mouth.

As if on cue, Kalan picked that moment to sit up, wrapping his arms around her and suckling her breast into his mouth. She moaned loudly in response, clutching his head to her body. They remained that way for as long as he could hold himself upright; then he slowly laid back down, pulling her upper body down with him. Her breast dislodged from his mouth as his back returned to the floor, and was quickly replaced by her lips and tongue. At this point he took over control, thrusting up and down beneath her, with his hands on the curve of her rump moving her back and forth on him.

"Nugalio zomna!" she cried, bringing her head up and allowing his hungry lips access to her neck. He kept his lips there, kissing and tenderly biting the flesh of her neck and shoulder as he rolled them over. Now mounted on top of her, it took only a few hard thrusts before her walls started clamping down hard on him and she shrieked out another expletive in elven. Her arms and legs held him in a death grip. And still he continued relentlessly pounding into her. 

It was hard to tell exactly when her orgasm subsided, for she seemed to get no less excited after it passed. She still continued to scream and thrash with his thrusts. As she promised, this child of the forest was in fact showing him just how wild she could be. And she was about to drive him to release. "I'm going to..." he grunted, failing to finish his sentence.

He didn't need to. "Let me feel it, Kalan," she grunted back. "Give me your human seed! Yes!"

And a moment later, he did. He released his flood into her womb, and she screamed almost as loud as when she came herself. She felt each jet he shot into her, and she loved it. Her elven lovers never released so much; they didn't need to, after all. He remained virtually stiff until he released his last shot, which seemed to her to take forever. Every time she thought he was finished he surprised her with another jet, until finally a second after the last little burst, he sighed and collapsed on her. And still she held him to her and would not let go.

They simply lay there panting for a moment, before she finally said, "I believe you have spoiled me, human. I don't know if my tribesmen in Quirdell will ever be enough to satisfy me now."

"Will you have to stay here forever then?" Kalan joked.

"I fear not," she smiled. "But we still have plenty of time. It will be several more days before Lesgar and my brother return for me."

"Jevanna will return the day after tomorrow," Kalan said. "I'm sure she'll be delighted to meet you."

"I definitely look forward to that," Xeres said with an undertone of what sounded like lust in her voice. "We can take our time and enjoy ourselves, Kalan. Besides, you're not tired yet, are you?"

His flaccid organ swelling back to full hardness inside her provided her answer.

To Be Continued...

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Ferrezoth Ch. 02



Taki sat on the cold metal floor of the hold as the transport rumbled on, wishing she could see the world passing by outside. She doubted anyone who cared would know if she stood up in here, but even if she did, the slit in the steel wall that allowed light and air in would still be just a little too high for her to see through. She had no way of knowing how close they were to their dreaded destination. Looking around, she could see the same fear on the faces of all the other girls that she felt. These were girls she had spent her whole life around, and after today she would most likely never see any of them again.

The day that Taki had dreaded all her life had come. She was going to be sold.

For as long as she could remember, her life had been an orderly routine: wake up, morning rations, begin daily chores, afternoon rations, back to work, evening rations, bathe, go to sleep. It was a harsh and often painful existence, but it was what she knew. What would her life be like now? Everything was about to change. No longer would she be living in a stone-walled compound surrounded by other girls in the same position as her, commanded and overseen by armored handlers. Now she would live totally for the whims of one person.

While not knowing what sort of things she would have to do for her new master was frightening enough, what scared Taki more was the thought that maybe she did know. She had heard stories from some of the other girls about things that sometimes had happened to them that she feared might soon happen to her. It was something she had never experienced herself, but her friend Kiana who sat next to her now had been through it several times.

Sometimes at night, while all the girls were asleep, one of the guards would sneak into the bunkroom and pull Kiana away to someplace hidden. And there, she described the event as the guard dropping his pants and shoving a hard thing into her, splitting her open inside. Kiana said that the first time this happened was every bit as unpleasant as it sounded, and the times after that weren't much better. Sometimes the guard had grabbed her by the head and made her suck his manhood into her mouth, and then forced her to gulp down every drop of the bitter-tasting ooze he released into it.

Some other girls had had similar experiences; a few had recounted being used by two guards at once, or even three. While Taki had always offered her pity to the girls who had been through these experiences, she had also been thankful she hadn't had to suffer them herself. Was that going to change soon?

Taki's heart jumped into her throat as she felt the vehicle stop. They had arrived. All the girls turned their eyes to the doors at the back of the hold, waiting for them to open. Taki could hear her heart thudding in her ears; her fear of what was to come was terrible, but the anticipation of waiting for it to happen was far worse. After a few agonizingly long minutes, the doors finally opened, and the handler who had herded them into the transport at the slave compound a short while ago stood there, flanked by two armed guards, lowering the ramp. "On your feet, slaves!" he commanded.

The girls all immediately obeyed. He pointed to a random girl among the group and said, "You first. Single file, this way." He turned and began walking, and one by one, starting with the girl he'd pointed to, twenty-seven black-haired, almond-eyed young women, naked except for the silver bracelets they wore on their left wrists, each fell into line after him.

Taki saw the girls ahead of her moving through a doorway into a building of wood, which she had to admit looked far more inviting than the slave compound ever did. There was an identical building next to it on the left; probably where the male slaves were. To her dismay, she found there wasn't much to see of the town from where she was; they appeared to be entering the building from the back.

She entered into a spacious, friendly-looking room with thin magenta cushions of velvet covering much of the straw mat floor, and many more slave girls were already sitting on it. As the girls moved onto the cushions, they spread out from the line and seated themselves down, following one of the most basic rules of proper slave etiquette that had been drilled into all of them since childhood: unless otherwise instructed or performing a task that necessitated standing up, slaves were to always keep low to the ground. 

When the last one was through, a guard shut the door behind them and barred it. The handler stood in front of the crowd of seated slave girls and spoke, "For those of you who are just arriving: you will be gathered here every morning and spend your days here until you are purchased. Those of you who are not chosen today will spend the nights in our holding pen, and you will receive two rations per day. We are opening now." With that he removed a wooden beam from the front doorway, leaving it covered only by a beaded curtain.

It hadn't occurred to Taki until now that she might not be sold today. She was now entertaining the possibility that she might be here for a long time, and it didn't seem that bad. Compared to her life at the slave compound, idly sitting in this comfortable room every day without having to work might be a welcome alternative. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, in fact. After all, none of the guards at the compound had ever picked her to have their way with at night, so she couldn't have been all that desirable anyway. It was this thought she was holding onto as the rattling of the beaded curtain heralded the first customer of the day.

***

Davir hadn't wasted any time after he got home. As soon as he walked in the door, he'd called Durren to him and said, "We're off to the slave market!" Durren did in fact try to protest a little, saying it wasn't necessary, but Davir wouldn't hear it. "I told you you're getting your own slave, so that's what we're going to do."

Durren gave no further argument. From there it was out the door and into town. He'd spent the last two days rather dreading this moment, not looking forward to dealing with the awkwardness of this situation. How would he tell Davir that he didn't really want a slave? He'd been beside himself trying to come up with an answer.

At least he did get a brief diversion from these thoughts yesterday. He'd decided to stop by Kalan's farm to see how he was getting along with his guest. He'd found the two of them naked next to the horse stable, with Xeres lying on a pile of hay and Kalan kneeling between her spread legs. He initially apologized for walking in on them, but Xeres only greeted him with a bright smile, and invited him to join them. Just a day after meeting his first elves, he'd received an invitation to fuck one.

It had taken a moment for Durren to get over his nervousness at the concept, but ultimately, how could he pass up an opportunity like that? Xeres had gotten on her hands and knees and taken Kalan into her from behind, while she pulled Durren into her mouth. The feelings of her tiny tongue dancing along his shaft had been absolutely exquisite, added to the way she moaned around him in tune with Kalan's thrusting, and the way her little four-fingered hand stroked the length that her little mouth didn't cover.

And it got even better after Kalan came inside her and she asked them to switch. The two of them rotated around, allowing Xeres to use her skilled mouth to begin reviving Kalan's tool, and letting Durren have access to the tiniest entrance he'd ever felt on a girl. Kalan told him he should have felt how tight she was before he took her the night before. Durren decided he didn't even want to imagine that, given how incredibly tight she was still. It didn't take much for Xeres's orgasm that came shortly thereafter to bring Durren over the edge.

Even after Durren spilled his seed into her depths, he didn't think he got soft at all; or else he did, but it was just too brief to notice. He remained entrapped in her folds while he watched her suck Kalan to his second explosion, and attempt to swallow down as much of his seed as she could, after which she decided to let Kalan have a breather while she climbed on top of Durren, and rode him until they both couldn't move anymore. It was definitely an experience worth remembering. It wasn't the first time he and Kalan had shared a girl like that, but an elf?

But that was yesterday, and now there was nothing to do but silently contemplate the situation as he followed behind Davir. Even living with his brother's slave in the house, he had never really considered having a slave of his own until Davir brought it up. He still had doubts that he really wanted to own someone, but he was trying hard to think of how he might enjoy having someone to answer his needs at his command. Each time the thought entered his head, it seemed tantalizing at first, but was always weighed down by the fact that it just seemed cruel.

But Davir would not take "no" for an answer. He led the way with single-minded purpose through the streets of Saum, coming upon two identical buildings joined by a single sign that identified them as where the slaves were sold. Davir led him through the doorway on the left, marked by the Imperial symbol for woman.

Durren had to admit, the tableau in front of him was not at all unpleasant on the eye: dozens and dozens of beautiful nude girls seated on velvet cushions, most of them looking up at him and Davir as they entered. The sales master instantly greeted them with spread arms. "Welcome!" he beamed, and then he recognized Davir. "Ah, I believe I've seen you here before. Has your slave pleased you well, good mercenary? Come to find her a companion?"

"She's pleased me fine, sir," Davir smiled back. "This time I'm shopping for my brother here." Davir nodded to Durren to go ahead. "Go on, Durren, don't be shy. Which one do you like?"

Durren sighed, and began slowly scanning his eyes over the crowd of girls in front of him, looking carefully at each of their faces, and then stepped onto the velvet cushions and began walking around to get a look at each of them. As much as he would like to take any one of these girls back home with him, there was some part of his mind that didn't believe he would be able to choose any of them. Could he really make himself master of anyone, no matter how tempting she was to look at?

By now Taki had watched four girls get sold, one of whom was among the ones she was brought in with this morning. As she had with all the customers who had entered today, she watched the young man now scanning the group with her head low, trying hard to be as unnoticeable as she could. It had seemed to work so far, or maybe that was just luck. She tried to tell herself that she was worrying too much; if the guards at the compound didn't want her, then this person—Durren, his brother had called him—probably wouldn't either.

She reflexively shrunk back a little when Durren's eyes fell on her, but only for a brief moment as his gaze kept on moving. Taki quietly let out a breath of relief. She would be able to relax here a little longer. Who knew how long it would be before anyone chose her; it might even be years—

Durren looked at her again. And it wasn't just a passing glance this time, either. He was looking right at her. She gingerly brought her head up, looking up into his eyes. Though there was no question that he was a member of the master race, his hair and eyes were dark like hers. And something about the way he was looking at her... as frightened as she was by the bare fact that his attention was on her, something in his gaze gave her the feeling that maybe she shouldn't be.

Durren took two steps toward the girl looking at him, and knelt down. She shrunk back from his touch as he brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes. She was so afraid, and so fragile-looking, sitting here, waiting to be sold to some brute to use and abuse as he pleased... or maybe to be sold to him. "What's your name?" he asked.

Taki looked back at his face, and hesitated a moment before answering in a shaky voice, "Taki."

"You like that one, do you brother?" Davir said, stepping up behind Durren.

Durren paused a moment, thinking hard, and then stood and faced Davir, and answered firmly, "Yes."

Taki felt a cold shiver run through her. It had actually happened.

"Fine choice!" the sales master said. "Up!" he commanded. Taki obeyed, rising to her feet. "This way," the sales master said, turning and walking to the table where all the other girls who'd been sold had been taken. Durren gently took her by the arm and pulled her along with him.

"2,000 geros," the sales master said when they reached the table. Davir handed him a small stack of paper money which the sales master stashed away in a metal box. Taki knew what was coming next, having seen it done four times already. The sales master picked up an open collar from the table, and detached a small square device from it before stepping up to Taki and snapping it around her neck, and placing the square device in Durren's hand.

The sales master explained to Durren, "That collar will shock her if she gets more than forty feet from that remote, or tries to pick up the remote herself, so if you have to go somewhere and can't take her with you, leave the remote at home and you can rest assured that she won't go anywhere. And if she starts acting up, press that button there to teach her a lesson."

One of the customers who'd bought a slave this morning had tested that. Taki had watched as the man pressed the button and the girl screamed and dropped to the floor, clutching at her collar as she writhed in pain. She anxiously waited, hoping with all the hope she could muster that Durren wouldn't do that to her.

He didn't. Durren simply clipped the little remote onto his belt and said, "Well then, shall we bring her home?"

"Absolutely," Davir smiled.

"Thank you for your business," the sales master beamed.

Davir stepped through the beaded curtain and out the doorway. Durren took a step after him, before stopping and gesturing for Taki to follow. She gulped down the lump in her throat, and followed after her new master, stepping with bare feet onto the paved street, heading towards whatever her new life would be.

***

Jevanna was willing to stop at home just long enough to change clothes after she and her father got back to Ferrezoth. She wanted to get rid of the more regal and fashionable tunica she'd presented herself in at the summit and change into something more comfortable and practical for moving around on a farm. She went to her room to discard her long white tunica, and came back downstairs dressed in a shorter green one, prompting her father to ask where she was off to in such a hurry dressed like that. Needless to say, he wasn't thrilled that she was off to Kalan's farm, but he didn't try to stop her.

She also was made curious by a comment made by her friend Airya in town. Airya started by welcoming her home, and when Jevanna said that she was headed for Kalan's farm, an odd smirk crossed Airya's face, and she told Jevanna that she had a big surprise waiting for her. Where before she had been driven only by single-minded eagerness to see Kalan again, the rest of the trek to his farm was spent wondering what that could've meant, and wondering also if she would like the answer when she got there.

She was somewhat relieved when she arrived to find Kalan out in the field tending his crops; nothing bad seemed to have happened to him, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She called to him. He looked up from the vines and smiled when he saw her. She ran to him with a big smile on her face and threw her arms around his neck, giving him deep, warm kiss. "I'm back," she said.

"I missed you," Kalan said.

"You too."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. "Did the mercenaries there give you a good time?"

Jevanna looked away with a guilty grin, thinking back on the... how many was it? Let's see, first there was Haxton, then that night and the next morning there was Egarde, that charming but arrogant clown from Kel Moran, then yesterday I spent the afternoon with those two men who I let take me together... I wish I could remember their names... and then this morning Egarde and I gave each other that little send off before we each came home... that's four of them. "Yes they did," she smiled. "What about you? Did you find a girl to entertain you while I was gone?"

"I did indeed," he said, with a smile just as curious as the one Airya was wearing. "Would you like to meet her?"

Jevanna didn't know whether to be excited or worried at that as she followed him to the doorway.

Kalan lifted the beaded curtain and followed her inside, and then began looking around the house as if expecting to see something that wasn't there. Or someone. "Xeres?" he called. "Xeres, where are you? ...Xeres?"

As Jevanna also searched for whoever it was Kalan was calling for, she suddenly heard a WHUMP behind her. Both of them turned, and Jevanna's mouth dropped open at the sight of the elven maiden who was now poised in a frog-like crouch on the table. "Yes?" she grinned.

"Where were you hiding?" Kalan asked.

"In the rafters. I thought you wouldn't think to look up, and it seems I was correct."

"Very sneaky. Jevanna, this is Xeres," Kalan said. "Xeres, Jevanna."

"She's beautiful!" Xeres beamed.

"She's an elf!" Jevanna gaped.

"Yes she is," said Kalan. "I met her in town shortly after you left."

"She's an elf!" Jevanna repeated.

"If it makes you feel any better, most everyone in Ferrezoth has reacted to my presence in much the same way," Xeres said, climbing down off the table. Kalan went on to explain the details of how Xeres had been traveling with her brother and a friend and opted to stay with him. Xeres cuddled up to Kalan with a sly grin and said, "Kalan has been showing me around, letting me experience all of Saum. In return, I've been draining him of his body fluids."

"Well..." Jevanna said, still gaping, "I did say I wanted you to enjoy yourself while I was away... but I didn't realize the girl would be staying here... or that she'd be an elf!"

The playful look on Xeres's face sobered somewhat. "Do you not like elves?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"Oh, it's not that!" Jevanna insisted, waving her hands in front of her. "It's just I've... I've never seen one before!"

"Sure you have," Kalan said. "Don't you remember? We were five years old, we were playing in the field, and an elf who was on his way through Ferrezoth came by the farm and asked to sample some of my parents' crops."

"Really?" Jevanna asked, straining to remember.

"Of course. We didn't know what an elf was at the time, so we told him his ears were funny and asked him why his eyes were so big. Remember?"

"Oh!" Jevanna gasped. "I do remember that! He told us we were like little squirrels!"

Kalan and Xeres both laughed. "That is how many of the children here seemed when I showed my face," Xeres smiled.

"I'm sure they..." Jevanna started, then stopped suddenly, noting the bareness of Xeres's left wrist. "Kalan, she doesn't have a maiden's bracelet!"

"No, of course not," Kalan said. "The elves don't bother with Imperial customs like that."

"And yet you've been sleeping with her? Isn't that risky? What if you produce an illegitimate half-breed child?"

"As delightful as that would be," Xeres sighed, "I'm afraid there is little chance of that."

When Jevanna heard Xeres's explanation of how elves conceive children only after forming a spirit bond with another elf, she put a hand on her chest and sighed, "That is so romantic!" She looked into Kalan's eyes, and pressed herself to him. "Oh Kalan, wouldn't that be wonderful? To be forever linked, mind and heart and soul? To truly be one?"




Ferrezoth Ch. 02



For a long moment Kalan only stared back at her, his face caught in flux somewhere between a smile and nervousness. Suddenly Xeres grabbed both of them by the hair and forcibly pushed their lips together. They both went stiff briefly, but then let go and relaxed into the enforced kiss. Then they broke it off, and both of them looked straight at Xeres.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I could no longer bear the tension."

"You are such a spontaneous little creature!" Jevanna said.

As if to prove her point, Xeres suddenly grabbed hold of Jevanna's face and planted an explosive kiss on her. "I don't know what 'spontaneous' means," the elf girl said, "but that sounded like a compliment. So I wanted to thank you."

Jevanna hesitated in her response, for the first time really taking in the beauty of the big-green-eyed, point-eared, brown haired creature in front of her, before saying, "Allow me to thank you back."

With that, human and elf girls became entwined in a heated kiss. Jevanna felt the passionate fervor of Xeres's little tongue darting into her mouth, and the tender touch of four-fingered hands massaging her breasts through the light fabric of her tunica. She gripped the elf girl's tiny frame tight in her arms, wanting to fully envelope the sensuous creature.

Kalan watched with fascination as the two girls bathed each other in affection, feeling his manhood surging to life. "This is certainly a side of you I've never seen, Jevanna," he said.

Jevanna pulled away from Xeres's lips and looked at him, as the truth of what he had said dawned on her: never before had she ever kissed a woman, not even one of her own species. And yet there was something about this elf that was just so irresistible, even to her. "You've made an incredible find, my love!"

Kalan smiled, putting an arm around Jevanna's shoulders. "As far as I'm concerned, I've made two incredible finds."

Jevanna practically melted into him, and they fell into a long, languid kiss—during which her hands were not idle, as she placed her grip on the stiff organ tenting the lower length of his tunic. Even as he practically gasped into her mouth as she slowly stroked him through the fabric, she too began breathing more sharply at the mere feel of it in her hand.

"Join me in here?" they heard Xeres's voice call from a distance. They disengaged their lips to find that Xeres had left the room. Her voice sounded like it had come from the bedroom, so they followed it there to find her lying on the bed, her clothes already discarded. "Kalan, what say we give Jevanna a proper welcome home?"

"I say we give her the best welcome home she's ever had," Kalan grinned, unclasping the shoulder straps of Jevanna's tunica and letting the light green garment slip down off of her body. He guided her to the bed and laid her now nude form down, where Xeres immediately oozed onto her side and extended her little tongue to Jevanna's right breast. Kalan laid down on her other side, and began giving the same treatment to the other breast. Jevanna pressed her head back into the pillow and moaned loudly, relishing the feeling of a separate tongue on each of her nipples, which were now rock hard.

After a minute or two, Kalan and Xeres looked up at each other as each continued circling their tongues around Jevanna's nipples, and both had the same mischievous notion at once. They instantly changed tactics, switching from tonguing her nipples to sucking them into their lips, and they sucked hard. Jevanna gave out a sharp moan, cupping her hands under her breasts and bringing one leg up. Her opening was wet and throbbing now, eager for some attention. "I'm so hot," she pleaded. "Someone, please!"

Her request was understood, and Xeres's slim hand began reaching down, savoring every contour of Jevanna's body, until she came to the young woman's paradise. Xeres was able to comfortably slip three fingers inside of Jevanna, leaving only her thumb free to rub at Jevanna's little nub. Jevanna gripped the elf's wrist as Xeres pumped her fingers into Jevanna's depths.

Kalan engulfed Jevanna's open mouth with his own, and she threw an arm around his neck, hungrily probing his mouth with her tongue. Xeres began kissing her way down Jevanna's body, showing love to every inch of her skin along the way to where her lips would join with her fingers in the girl's womanhood.

Jevanna shrieked and jumped when Xeres's tongue made contact with her little nub, jerking her head away from Kalan's mouth and then looking down at what the elf girl was doing. Xeres's tongue was practically going like the wing of a humming bird while her fingers continued probing Jevanna, driving her into a frenzy. Kalan could only try to keep holding onto the writhing and screaming girl in his arms. "Oh... she's so good..." she barely managed to gasp out, moments before exploding into an earth shattering orgasm.

She thrashed about for a minute or two while Xeres continued her work, seeming almost oblivious to her results, before Jevanna finally started to calm a little; only a little, as Xeres was not stopping for a second. But it was enough for Jevanna to look at Kalan and say "Bring him up here," in a low rasp with a quick glance down to the tent in the lower part of his tunic.

Kalan immediately removed his belt and lifted up and discarded his tunic, before walking up on his knees to where Jevanna could take hold of his stiff member and pull it into her open mouth. The lower part of her body continued to writhe and squirm under Xeres's ceaseless ministrations, but her upper body remained steady and controlled as she focused on the task of inhaling Kalan's cock. Kalan grunted through his teeth and stroked Jevanna's hair, thinking just one thought: I can't believe how much I love this girl.

As she began building toward another climax, the tempo at which Jevanna was sucking him started increasing, bringing Kalan ever closer to spending in her mouth. But just as Xeres sensed that the girl's climax was just around the corner, she suddenly stopped. Jevanna instantly released Kalan's cock and looked up with a short, squeaking whimper like a puppy. Her hips impulsively churned about, trying desperately to find the source of stimulation that had been taken away, searching for the release her womanhood so craved.

Xeres only looked back at her with a wicked smile, which she then turned to Kalan. Xeres crawled up to Kalan and began whispering something in his ear. Jevanna's hand moved down and began rubbing her throbbing sex, but after only a second or two Xeres looked down at what she was doing, and pointed a finger and commanded, "None of that! Kalan, hold her hands!"

Kalan obeyed, grabbing both of Jevanna's wrists and pinning her hands above her head. She squeaked again and looked up at him with pitiable, pleading eyes, but Kalan only smiled and shook his head. Jevanna watched with curiosity as Xeres jumped off the bed and hurried out of the room, returning a moment later with—oh no!—a length of twine. She began struggling to free herself from Kalan's grip, but to no avail. Xeres climbed back onto the bed, and Kalan held Jevanna's hands to the post at the head, where Xeres leaned over to secure them there. 

When she was finished, Xeres and Kalan both let go and leaned back to look down on the girl tied helpless beneath them. "Now, Jevanna," Xeres grinned, "you're going to have to watch." With that she lay down next to Jevanna and spread her legs apart, and crooked a finger, beckoning for Kalan to come to her. Kalan crawled to Xeres's prone form and lowered his head between the elf girl's legs, extending his tongue to her sex. Xeres leaned her head back and shut her eyes, breathing out a happy little moan through her nose.

Breathing hard, Jevanna watched with unblinking eyes as Kalan tongued Xeres's little slit, causing the elf girl to writhe about, squeezing her breasts. Jevanna struggled against her bonds, and her hips squirmed on the bed. The more she watched this, the more her sex craved attention, and she couldn't even rub it. Why were they torturing her like this?

She started to whine softly as she watched the writhing and moaning Xeres finally lift Kalan's head from her crotch and plant her lips on his, tasting the juices the man had licked from her elven cunt. Then Xeres turned around, positioning herself on all fours and pointing her hindquarters toward Kalan.

"Nilo zomna," Xeres moaned as Kalan took hold of her hips and slid his pole into her entrance from behind. Jevanna watched Kalan begin pumping the elf's hole. She watched Xeres squeeze her big eyes shut and open her mouth to gasp out of. She watched Xeres's breasts swaying beneath her as her body jerked back and forth with Kalan's powerful thrusting. She watched her little elven hands gripping the sheets as if to rip them apart.

Jevanna wasn't sure if what Xeres did next made things better for her or worse: Xeres leaned over to the side and began kissing and tonguing Jevanna's pert nipple. Initially she was grateful for the attention, and what Xeres was doing felt wonderful enough to make her thrust her chest out to give the elf girl better access to it; but on the other hand, it was only making her dripping cunt more desperate for release. Her lower body began churning and writhing even more, almost as if it were trying to separate from the rest of her body just so it could get to where it could find the stimulation it needed.

Kalan removed himself from Xeres when he felt himself getting close, and bent down to lick at her some more, inserting two fingers into her. Xeres lifted her head from Jevanna's tit and looked back, rhythmically gasping at the combined attention of his fingers and tongue, until finally the elf collapsed onto the bed, screaming in the orgasm that Jevanna desperately wanted.

Her limit had been reached. If Jevanna didn't get what she needed now, she was going to die. "Please, I can't take it anymore!" she begged. "Kalan, please come inside me!"

Kalan looked at her quizzically. "Do you think she's ready now?"

Xeres looked up from the pillow and grinned. "Do it."

Kalan moved over to Jevanna and kneeled above her, touched the head of his organ to the outside of her opening and—pulled away. Jevanna whined in frustration, moving her hips around, trying to capture his cock. He touched it to her again, and slid the tip along her slit without entering her, and then pulled away again. "No, no, don't do this to me!"

Yet still he continued to tease her, prodding her opening without entering it, making her whine pitiably—until he pushed into her in a single, sudden thrust that made her shriek like a wild animal. She screamed with ecstasy with each of Kalan's thrusts, and it didn't take very long at all for her to come crashing into a massive climax, and releasing a scream so loud that Xeres had to cover her ears.

For a second, Jevanna honestly thought she was dead. It took her feeling Kalan spilling his seed inside of her to make her realize that she was still very much alive, simply wiped out from the most incredible orgasm she'd had in her life, and at that moment, she knew that every second they'd spent tormenting her had been absolutely worth it.

For a very long while, all three of them simply lay there, catching their collective breath. Eventually, Kalan hoisted himself up and grunted, "I really must get back to tending my crops."

"Of course," Jevanna whispered, still not quite able to speak above that. Kalan unbound her hands and gave her a kiss after donning his tunic again, and said, "Why don't you two get to know each other a little better?" before turning and leaving the room.

Once Kalan was gone, Jevanna turned her head to look at Xeres, who was lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand, looking at her with those huge green eyes and a satisfied smile. "As Kalan pointed out, you certainly brought out a new side of me," Jevanna said.

"I feared you would be far less responsive than you were," Xeres replied, tenderly tracing her fingers around the side of Jevanna's face. "I've wanted you ever since Kalan told me about you."

"Have you done that with other women before?"

"Yes. I've joined with many members of my tribe, and often they have been female." She crawled closer to Jevanna so that she was leaning over her, gently caressing her flesh. "I enjoy a man's touch as much as any girl, but the warmth and softness of a woman's flesh is every bit as appealing to me."

Jevanna smiled up at the elf girl, and brushed a bit of hair behind her pointed ear. "I think I understand that." She brought Xeres's head down to share a long, tender kiss with her, before the two girls relaxed into each other's embrace, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Davir and Durren made a few more stops in town before going home, so Taki did get to see a good deal of new things. There were so many buildings to look at, all of them so different, and so many people walking everywhere. Most of them didn't give Taki a second look, or a first look for that matter. The only ones who did were the ones who knew Durren or Davir, who would look her up and down and say things like, "So, you actually got one?" Many of them would appraise Durren's choice; a compliment on Taki's looks, apparently, but a compliment that was directed at Durren, not her. Most of the people who said these things were looking at Taki while they spoke, but not one of them spoke a single word to her.

They stopped first for a bite to eat at the tavern. They took a seat at a table with two chairs; Taki knelt by Durren's feet like the well-trained slave she was. She and Davir were both surprised when Durren ordered two plates of food. When Davir questioned him about this, Durren's response was to point a thumb down at Taki and say, "We need to feed her, don't we?" Taki looked up at him, and he looked back... Taki realized she liked the way he looked at her. Unlike the way most men looked at her, it didn't make her feel uncomfortable or scared. When he looked at her, she felt... safe.

When the food arrived and Durren put her plate down on the floor for her, her eyes nearly jumped from their sockets. Compared to the meager rations she was used to getting every day, the slab of meat in front of her was huge. She needed no further encouragement before she picked it up and began to savagely tear into what was unquestionably the best food she'd ever tasted.

Davir shook his head. "You haven't had her an hour, and already you're spoiling her."

"I prefer to believe in positive reinforcement instead of negative," Durren shrugged, still looking at Taki.

After eating and leaving the tavern with her stomach more satisfied than Taki could ever remember it being, Davir had to make a stop by the mercenaries' hub for something; only mercenaries were allowed in, meaning Durren and Taki had to wait outside for a few minutes while Davir attended to whatever business he had in there. Then Durren stopped by one of the shops and purchased a bunch of small wood blocks, which Taki wondered what he was planning to do with. After that, it was off to her new home.

Davir and Durren lived in a house situated on a low seaside bluff, with a view of miles of beach. It was noticeably larger than most of the houses in Ferrezoth, which was a luxury that Davir earned by his service to the Empire. It also had an actual door rather than just a beaded curtain. Davir opened that door, and as soon as they stepped into the main living area he called out, "Sokia! Sokia, get in here!"

Seconds later, Davir's slave came hurrying into the room, immediately dropping to her knees in front of her master. The girl silently acknowledged Taki with her eyes. "This is Taki," Davir said. "She's Durren's new slave, and she's going to be sharing your room with you from now on." Sokia quietly nodded.

An odd grin came over Davir's face, and he moved around behind Sokia, stroking her head like a pet. "At least I won't have to share you so much anymore."

Durren looked away. On several occasions in the past Davir had offered to let Durren have his way with Sokia while Davir was away, or sometimes even to join him while Davir himself was having his way with her. There'd always been something of a 50-50 ratio as to whether or not Durren accepted. Sometimes he would look at the pitiful look on Sokia's face and politely decline, thinking she already had enough to deal with from Davir; other times he would look at her naked body and give in to temptation. Durren decided to take some comfort in the idea that that wouldn't be an issue anymore. He had his own piece of human property to use...

He looked down Taki, kneeling next to him, and at her innocent face looking up at him. No, no matter how he tried, he could not think of her as a piece of human property. Slave or not, he couldn't think of owning her...

But as his eyes trailed downward, he realized that the thought of using her was in fact causing a stirring in his loins. "But I shouldn't treat her that way..." "But why not? She's mine now..." "But it wouldn't be right..." "But I want her..."

"What's wrong, brother?" Davir asked. "Admiring your slave a little before you take her to your room?"

Durren thought for a moment more. Then he sighed and extended his hand down to her. "Come, Taki."

Taki only stared at him. What was he trying to say with his hand? She'd never seen anyone do that before.

"Come on, take my hand."

Hesitantly, Taki reached a hand up and took hold of Durren's. He pulled her up to her feet and guided her along, heading up the stairs. His fingers squeezed her hand a little. She liked that.

Taki took a moment to observe Durren's bedroom when he brought her in. It was the first private bedroom she'd ever seen, and for that moment it was the nicest environment she could imagine. It was just a single, comfortable-looking bed—an actual bed, not a little cot—and plenty of leftover floor space with a window looking out over the sea and the beach. Durren didn't share this room with twenty or thirty other people and get called out of it promptly every morning. It was his own space, and no one was in charge here but him. 

There was a shelf along the wall that was covered with little wood carvings, most of them of animals. He had horses, eagles, wolves, frogs, owls and more. Durren stepped up to this shelf just long enough to set down the wood blocks he picked up in town on the end of it—material to make more of these carvings.

Durren took a look at Taki, and gently sat her down on the bed. It was taking a lot of willpower not to jump on her right now, but he had to remember why he chose her in the first place. Because he pitied her. Because he didn't want her to have to endure just being used like a toy. Had she been used that way before? Durren didn't know what went on at those slave compounds, but surely the guards must get riled up now and then.

"Taki," he began, "have you ever been... used... for a man's pleasure before?"

She shyly looked up at him, staying silent. She never expected to be asked a question like that. After a long hesitation she answered, "...No. Some of the other girls were, but not me." Why was he bothering to ask? "Are you going to... do that to me now?" As soon as she'd spoken the words she wished she hadn't, realizing she'd spoken out of turn. She tensed up, waiting for him to strike her, or worse, go for that little remote on his belt.

Instead, she was surprised to feel the gentlest touch on her cheek, and lifted her eyes to see Durren looking straight into them. "I'd never dream of using you," he whispered. With that he leaned his face forward and—what was this? All of a sudden his lips were touching hers... no, they were pressing to hers. What was he doing? Taki had never heard of anything like this. It was so strange—but also nice. The longer their lips touched, the more Taki grew to realize that she liked it. And as she realized that, her eyes slowly closed and her lips began pressing back against his. She felt his tongue then, pushing forward, parting her lips to get inside her mouth. But his tongue was a very welcome intruder, and her own rose up to meet it, tenderly dancing with it.




Ferrezoth Ch. 02



Durren began trailing his kisses downward, over her jaw, skipping over the collar on her neck to kiss along her collarbone. Taki rolled her head back and sighed. What was wrong here? Wasn't she supposed to be suffering from the abuse of her new master by now? Why did everything Durren was doing to her feel so good? Everything she thought she knew was being turned on its head.

She wasn't about to complain. His lips and tongue reached her right breast, coming to her now very erect nipple. An electric tingle ran through her body and she shivered. Almost involuntarily, her hands came up to touch him, feeling the taut muscles of his firm but slender arms.

Suddenly Durren pulled away. Taki had done something wrong, she knew it. She shouldn't have touched him. She wasn't supposed to touch her master like that. She was surely going to be punished now. As she watched, Durren unfastened his belt, and pulled off his long blue tunic, appearing before her now fully nude. She didn't have to think hard to realize the large thing protruding from between his legs was the thing the other girls from the slave compound had described, and she knew he was about to shove it into her mouth or split her open with it.

But again, she instead felt the gentle caress of his fingers, this time moving down over the lower part of her torso, lightly stroking down her belly, coming to the small black tuft of her pubic hair. "Lie back," he said softly. "Open your legs." 

Taki gulped, and quietly obeyed. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, staring down wide-eyed at everything Durren was doing. Her breath sped up to rapid gasps as his fingers trailed toward the place where her legs joined... and then he actually touched it. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat, and a loud whimper burst from her mouth. With the fingers of one hand, he spread her nether lips apart, and the fingers of the other began toying with her tiny little button. Taki's mouth was frozen open, as if her jaw had been welded into place and was incapable of closing. Her hands gripped at her inner thighs, holding her legs apart for his fingers that a moment ago she had been afraid of, that now she was desperately craving to feel more of.

But what came then was not his fingers. She gasped in anticipation when she saw his face lowering down. And she didn't know how she knew, but she did, that whatever was to come next would be so much better than anything he had done to her yet.

And it was. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head pressed back into the bed once his lips and tongue reached her most private area, and one loud cry after another began firing off from her throat. What was he doing to... this felt so... she couldn't even form complete thoughts. Her mind was absolutely exploding. Her fingers clawed at his hair, wanting to completely bury his face inside of her crotch.

The smell of Taki's sex was driving Durren crazy. He wanted more than anything to leap on top of her and take her right now, but each time that impulse flared up he beat it down. He had to make sure she enjoyed this as much as he did, and if she had never done this before, he wanted to see that she suffered as little pain from it as possible. If he could build it up, get her to come first...

He kept going on her for several more minutes, driving Taki completely up the wall. Soon she was squirming around under his tongue, and her high pitched squeals echoed in his ears. It was a safe bet that Taki had never had an orgasm before and wouldn't know to tell him when it was coming. He had to pay attention, to really listen for the signals...

Or at least that was what he thought. A deaf man would have heard her when she finally came, exploding in a flurry of kicking and screaming.

NOW!

For a long moment, everything for Taki was blank. The explosion that had just rocked her body had left everything a blank slate. She couldn't move or feel or think... but slowly awareness began returning to her. And as it did, she came to realize that Durren was now lying on top of her, his weight crushing down on her. And there was something more. She felt something... inside of her. It took her a moment of thought—a long moment in fact—to realize what it was. It was that thing, the thing she had feared before, and he was doing exactly what she was afraid of him doing with it: shoving it insider her, splitting her apart—

Except it didn't feel like she was being split apart. It felt like it was filling her up. Like everything else Durren had done, she found that she liked having it there. And she liked it even better when it started to move. One tidal wave of pleasure had crashed down, allowing for the next to begin building after it. Slowly he would start to withdraw from her, before thrusting back into her, again, and again, and again... Taki was so confused. This was supposed to be terrible, wasn't it? She should have been crying out in pain, but the cries coming from her mouth were of a completely different kind. She should have been trying to push him away, not clutching to him with all four limbs like she never wanted to let him go. She should have been trying to resist his thrusts, not bringing her hips up to meet them.

She should have been feeling like she wanted to die. Instead she was feeling more alive than she ever had.

Durren could tell from every reaction he got from her—from the way she moaned, from the way her arms and legs held him, from the slick wetness of her walls—that he was succeeding. He was making this poor girl who had never known anything but slavery feel good. And if he had anything to say about it, from now on it was the only way she would ever feel. Whatever she had endured at the slave compound, whatever she was afraid of enduring with him, would no longer matter. She would never have to worry about being beaten or punished for disobedience; the only look he wanted to see on her face was the happy one she had right now.

And so when he felt himself starting along the road to his own release, he began to slow his pace. Taki whined with disapproval, but he didn't want to rush things. He had to make sure she was satisfied from this. He arched his back to bring his mouth down to her perky little nipples. This time Taki whined in a different way. Her hands gripped at his head, pulling him tighter to her breast. She was ready now to give up trying to figure this out. All that mattered was how good this felt.

And as soon as she decided that, as soon as she was no longer weighed down by confusion, her volume went up, as did her excitement. Somehow she knew she wasn't far away from another explosion like before. Durren let himself speed up again, feeling her becoming more frantic beneath him, hearing the volume of her cries beginning to steadily elevate—

In a flash, Taki became a wild, screaming animal beneath him, her walls convulsing on his member, driving him all that much closer to release. She clawed at anything and everything, be it Durren's body, the bed sheets, or just empty air, until her second massive climax passed. And then... a moment later, Taki worried she'd done something wrong again, because now Durren's face was starting to contort. His nose and forehead wrinkled and his teeth clenched together—and then suddenly she felt something splashing inside her depths. She had no idea what it was, but she found she liked that too.

Durren relaxed then, rolling off to the side of her and finally withdrawing. Taki lay there trying to catch her breath, only now noticing the sheen of sweat she was covered in. Durren propped himself up on his elbow, and tenderly brushed her black hair from her sweat-drenched forehead. Her eyes opened, turning to look at him... she looked at him for a long while.

Slowly Durren started to get up from the bed—but stopped when Taki gripped his shoulder and pulled at him. He stared at her as she clutched him in an iron grip, and asked, "Do you want me to stay here?"

Taki hesitated, remembering it wasn't her place to express her desires... but he had asked, after all. She nodded.

Durren smiled. "Then I'll stay a little longer." With that he reached down and lifted up the bed sheet, pulling it over the both of them, and put his arm around her. Taki held him closer to her, laying her head against his chest, and began drifting off to sleep, feeling the first little stirrings of something she didn't know the word for. Something she had never heard of, and didn't know how to describe.

Something most would call love.

To Be Continued...

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