1 comments/ 18016 views/ 13 favorites Games of Elfkind Ch. 01 By: Wild_Abandon Disclaimer: This section will have a relatively small amount of erotic content, until the end that is. All characters are over eighteen. I do try but I can't always guarantee perfect grammar. What am I doing here? I wonder this as I stare at the summoning circle on the floor, a bronze knife in my hand. I should know better than this, I'm a trainee Wizard of the Mages Association. I should know better than to even consider this. My name is Cade Canterdon, I'm a nineteen year old eighth generation magi, training to be a wizard (knight of the mages association, or in my case, of my family.) I'm about average height with the strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes that mark my family, there's a light dusting of freckles across my face and I have a slightly hooked nose. My eyebrows are light and elegant looking, giving me a slightly whimsical look. I have a well muscled body, primed by the extensive combat training all Trainee wizards must go through. I'm the second son of the noble magi house Canterdon, raised from the start to be a loyal knight to my brother, Erin Canterdon. I'm trained in conjuration (The art of summoning beings from other worlds, like I currently am) and evocation (The art of manipulating energy, like fire or lightning) I am the head of my class (while still only an apprentice) and I shouldn't be doing this. Yet, here I am. In front of me is a summoning circle, and a powerful one at that, a double circle on the ground the outside circle representing the shield that protects, a series of Nordic runes between them to align, the second circle to represent the wall that imprisons and the bronze bowl in the center, where the sacrificed blood of the summoner will reside. It is primed for the Underhill, the realm of the Fae and Elfkind, and I'm preparing to give my life away to them. I'm preparing to lose it all. Why? Because, simply put: I can't take it. My brother Erin is sick and drifting ever closer to Hel's cold hands and I'm the one who'll have to take his place, and I'd bring my house to ruin. Me, the knight, me, the one raised to serve, me, the one who doesn't know the first thing about running a Gods-damned Noble house. I have a younger brother, one who can still learn how to rule, one who is raised with the weight of the responsibility and honors of such a rank on his shoulders. There are two ways for a Noble house heir to refuse his heritage. Suicide and, the one I'm taking, the coward that I am. The lords of Elfkind are always willing to accept Magi into their ranks, I plan to swear an oath of vassalage to one of them, or if I'm lucky Titania the Seelie queen herself in return for them removing my connection to my family name. I should explain, from birth I have been a Canterdon. That is to say, I was born with a Geas, a burning desire to protect my family and to serve its head. But now that the head's magic is weakened due to old age I'm beginning to break free, and with the help of an Elfkind lord I will be completely absolved of it. Oh, my family will hate me. There's no doubt. But at least I wouldn't drive my house to the ground. At least I won't be responsible for its eventual destruction. The only one I've told is my roommate, Harry Evergone, a second generation magi. A good kid who thankfully understands my choice and whom has agreed to tell my father after I'm gone. I'd rather avoid that whole scenario, overall. So, I should get to it rather than just stalling like an even worse coward. I double check the outer circle, making sure it is secure. I double check the runes, making sure they're correctly positioned. I double check and then with a stick of chalk repair a bit of scuffing done to the inner circle. Then, I draw my knife, holding my hand over the bowl in the center. "I, Cade Canterdon, respectfully call upon a True Lord of the Seelie court." I reach into my mage-core, in the center of my chest and feel the magic begin to spark. "I wish to make a bargain with thou." I say, "I would wish to enter thy service in return for absolving me of my bond to the family Canterdon. I guarantee not my service blindly, and I guarantee not my service without negotiation, but thou can surely read the power within me." My mage core is filled with energy now as I focus, burning purpose into the incantation as I slash the knife across my hand. "Navitas'Ascend, Terram'Subcolle, Messeleute!" My magic flares around me as my aura of deep blue and silver flares and then I watch as it wraps around my hand and slides down, following the path of the blood into the bowl of bronze. "You have much to live for,Mage..." Whispers a voice, as I feel power flood the room and as the blood begins to drain from the bowl. I do not respond as I watch the bowl empty completely and then a moment later fills with gray mist that begins to spread, filling the inner circle completely. "You would be honored in your world... You would be celebrated for your power alone..." The voice is stronger now, recognizably female, with a slight Irish lilt. The mist rises up, hitting the ceiling and wild music begins to play, close to Irish folk sticking to fiddle and flute. "I know." I say, calmly as the mist begins to fade and as a figure can be seen within. After a mere moment the mist is gone and standing there is a woman standing there, she is tall, as all Elfkind are, with pale skin and flowing raven black hair, her lips are full and red as cherries, her eyes sparkle with a green light and her pupils are abnormally large and endlessly black, her ears are long and pointed, full of earings and studs, she also has two piercings in her elegent eyebrows and one on the side of her aristocratic nose. She's wearing a low cut an extremely low cut, clinging and backless dress showing off her C breasts and a small silver circlet with a ruby in the center. Or I think they're C. I'm not exactly all that good at this sort of thing. She's slim, but I find my eyes flicking down her body before I stop myself by sinking down to one knee, bowing before her. "Rise." Her voice is musical, and commanding. I stand up, shoulders relaxed but wary, running a quick spell to check for any charms. I'm not altogether surprised to find that there is a minor glamour upon the dress, a very minor lust spell. "May this one ask whom I am speaking to?" I ask, tone respectful. "Thou may." She says, her lips quirking up slightly and her eyebrow raising. "What mystical being have I been blessed with this night?" I ask, trying to find a way to put it without seeming awkward and failing. "You speak to the Lady Morgain." The Elfkind responds, smiling softly. I bow my head slightly, feeling nervous. I had not expected This Elfkind. Morgain, the great sorceress, the second general of the Seelie court, the advisor of Queen Titania, the one who had brought Rome to its knees during the Roman war on Elfkind, the Elfkind responsible for the fall of Camelot. "Thou may look upon me." Her tone is gentle, almost teasing. "Or am I so hideous as to turn thy knees to jelly?" I start to stammer jerking my head back up to meet her eyes, and to my surprise I see a glint of humor there. "Thou really doesn't know what thou hath gotten thyself into, doth thou?" Morgain asks, eyes searching my face. "I did not realize I would have the skill to attract such an illustrious being, milady." I respond, forcing myself to relax before her eyes. I feel a little bit more uncomfortable as her eyes look my body up and down, not being shy at all. I'm a little bit nervous as her eyes lingered on my muscular chest and arms even though I'm fully clothed in jeans and a t-shirt, I had already wrapped my wounded hand up in a bandage I had had handy. "So, thou wishes for a deal?" Morgain prompts. I nod. "Yes milady." I take a deep breath. "I cannot continue to live with the weight of the Canterdon family line upon my shoulders." "Can't thou?" Her tone is arch. "So thou comes to me to run from thy responsibilities?" I consider her question, never lie to an Elfkind, they tend to get murderous, and I would not make an enemy of this one. "Yes, milady." I say. "But primarily because I am not worthy of the title my brother's death would give me, and I do not wish to see my family fall." Her eyes search my face. "To the point that thou would rather swear thyself, thy loyalty and thy life over to me?" She asks, her tone still gentle, but with weight upon it. I nod. "Yes, I would gladly swear my sword, my loyalty and my life to you in return for the loss of this Geas." She considers this. "Thou knows that thou would belong to me then?" She asks. "Thou understands that thou would have to obey my every command, and the command of those under me and over thou?" I nod my head once. "I understand." "Thou understands that the Seelie are not human, our ways are different and thou will be expected to partake in them, and to seal our bond to thy?" "What do you mean, milady?" I ask. "We are a people of pleasure and passion." Morgain says, her eyes perusing my body again, making me squirm slightly. "And I would not have a servant such as thou that hadn't been bound to me and my servants by the spell of conception." I freeze, standing completely still as my mind races. But, I had expected something like this. The Seelie had a reputation, and I needed to get away from the mess my life would become. "I understand." I say, my throat feeling dry. "Then break the seal." She orders, smiling. I bow my head and then, kneeling in front of her I draw a line through the inner circle. She steps out easily and then waits until I stand. "Thou accepts the responsibilities of Vassal-hood, thou accepts that thou will forever belong to me, Morgain, Second general of the Seelie court?" She asks, her tone formal. I feel her magic rising around us, covering my body in a tingly sensation that's honestly not altogether unpleasant. "I accept." I say, then I gasp as a wave of pleasure overwhelms me, making my knees buckle slightly and hardening my cock within my jeans. "Thou accepts that thy life belongs to me, that if I so desired it thou would have to slash a dagger across thy own throat and bleed out in front of me?" Morgain asks, her eyes flicking down to where my very obvious hard-on is visible and smiling slightly "I accept." I say, then I moan as the second wave of pleasure strikes, bringing me to my knees before her as every single pleasure center in my body is stimulated and my cock throbs. "Thou accepts that in return for this all I am required to do is absolve thou from the Geas thy blood has placed upon thee?" Morgain says, running her tongue hungrily over her lips as she looks down at me. "I accept." I say, bracing myself. "Then the deal is done." Morgain says. I practically scream as a wave of absolute pleasure overwhelms me, I cum without warning semen spurting out of my barely contained cock, covering the front of my pants in a massive wet spot as it spurts and I writhe on the ground. Morgain stands over me, looking down upon me with amusement in her eyes. After what seems like an eternity it ends and I lay before her, spent. "We leave immediately." She says, squatting down in front of me and caressing my face. I respond between heavy pants as my body tries to recover. "Milady... May I... Please... Change... First?" I ask, glancing down at myself and blushing deeply. "That will not be necessary." Morgain says her tone colored by laughter. "Oh, and I believe I am in the mood to grant thou a blessing." She gestures and I feel my cock hardening again. I stammered "Wha-why?" "Believe me, if thou wishes to overcome thou foolishness this is necessary." She offers her hand. "Now, it is time to depart. I blush even more intensely as I hastily rise to my feet, with nothing to hide my shame and then I take her hand. The mist rises fast as the wild music plays again, and quite suddenly I am somewhere else altogether. Games of Elfkind Ch. 02 Disclaimer: Everyone's at least eighteen. It's bright here, almost blindingly. I can hear the wild music playing and feet stamping and dancing but I can't see anything yet, the mist remains in my eyes. I can feel Morgain release my hand and grip my shoulder, her touch sending electronic sparks down my arm. "We're here." She remarks, and the mist fades. I'm looking at a massive hall seemingly built out of crystal like glass surrounded by deep forests and blue sky, there are dozens of Elfkind dancing in a massive circle around something I can't see and I'm standing next to a throne, I glance down and see Morgain sitting down, her hand leaving my arm and making me feel somehow hungry for the contact. Morgain nods to a beautiful Elfkind maiden standing to the right of the throne. She's short for an Elfkind, standing at just under six feet, with vividly sky blue eyes and bright white hair, her face is cute and carries fairy blood with a slightly up-turned nose and a eyes that slightly slant, her lips are thin but not unattractively so and they're a shade of bright red similar to Morgain. She wears a long green gown, form fitting but not particularly low cut, her body isn't remarkable even by human standards, with B-cup breasts and a wispy looking frame. She has a flute sheathed at her waste almost like one would sheathe a sword and now as she nods back to Morgain she pulls it out and plays three long notes, almost immediately the wild music shushes down to barely audible and the dancers stop, turning to look and for the first time I see what they were dancing around. There are two men and a woman in the center of the circle wrapped together and writhing, the woman is Elfkind tall and thin with long antelope like antlers sticking out of the top of her head and large, deep black eyes, her hair is long and tangled, and she has a wildness in her movements that I find intoxicating to watch. Her ears are pierced with multiple earrings, much like Morgain's, and her body is covered in blue tattoos wrapping around her in intricate vine-like patterns. Her heaving breasts are beautiful, D cup at least with wide areolas and perky nipples pierced with rings. She is sucking one of the men's cock while she rides the other's. The one getting oral is surprisingly short and muscular for an Elfkind standing at about four foot three, with large tusk like fangs and long arms, giving him a semi-ape like appearance, black dreadlocks hang off of his head and his face is covered in war paint, one of his ears has a fang hanging out of it. He has his head thrown back, with his eyes closed in ecstasy as he grips the back of the woman's head. The other man seems almost human, but his movements are a tad off, quick and jerky. He's average looking, with brown hair and a hooked nose, freckles cover his face, and his eyes are closed as he bucks his hips to meet the woman's in a glorious and sensual union of flesh, he is making almost animalistic grunting noises . As they realize the music's gone and the dancer's have stopped movement slows as the three look around. The man who had been getting a blowjob opens his eyes revealing them to be a black similar to the woman's, and the man on the ground revealing red eyes, implying demonic heritage of some sort. Morgain stands up, smiling. "My children, rejoice!" She calls out, "For I have brought to us a new Vassal!" The woman to Morgain's right gives me a little nod, indicating that I should step forward. I do so as the Elfkind woman on the ground releases the apelike man's cock with a slight pop that is somehow clearly audible from here. I am all too aware of my all too visible hardness, and of several dozen pairs of eyes upon me. I have the common sense not to cover it, but I get immediately tense. "I present to thou Cade, formerly of House Canterdon, former trainee wizard of the Mages association, master of evocation and conjuration!" Morgain calls out. The crowd mills uncertainly. "He is to be treated as one of us, and taught the ways of Elfkind." Morgain orders, as she stands up and faces her court, her arms spreading wide. "I call upon Indirel, master at arms." An Elfkind steps out of the crowd, medium height for an Elfkind, wearing leather breaches and some sort of chest guard, leaving his midriff bare to the world, a red tattoo of a bear claw covers half his face and he seems to have a ring in his nose, he is extremely muscular in a kind of lanky fashion and his hair is long and gray, done up in a pony tail, his eyes are yellow with slit-like pupils, almost catlike. He bows in front of Morgain's throne. "What is it thou requires of me?" He asks, his tone tinged with a slight Russian accent. "I require that thou continue this one's," Morgain gestures at me "training in swordsmanship and archery." "As you command, milady." Indirel says, rising to his feet and looking me up and down. "We will speak later." He then turns and goes back into the crowd. "Indeed." Morgain says, calmly. "Next I call upon Egen, historian and bard." The ape-like Elfkind steps forward, still completely naked with his seven inch cock bouncing in the air, still hard, he bows. "Thy wish is my command." He says, his voice unexpectedly refined sounding. "Loyal bard, I order thou to teach my vassal lessons of the history of this court." Morgain says, calmly. "Milady commands it, so it shall be." He then looks at me, rising to his feet. "You have a lot to learn, youngling." He then turns and walks back into the crowd. "And last but not least, Selene, Caller of the Wild Hunt, I call upon thou." The woman who had been riding the demon blooded steps forward, remaining on her feet. I shifted slightly, trying to keep myself from staring at her body, she really is quite muscular but it does nothing to detract from her attractiveness, it just adds an edge of intimidation. The Wild Hunt is the power source of the Elfkind, a state of ecstasy achieved while hunting, fighting or fucking that brings great strength and speed to its wielder, as well as granting other various abilities depending on the user's power level. "Thou will aid this one in understanding our ways, thou will teach him to break away from human prejudices, and thou will teach him to call upon the Wild Hunt." Morgain orders, lazily. Selene looks my body up and down. "Take them off." She orders, gesturing at my waste. "Um... What?!" I ask, shocked. "Is it not obvious, Cade?" Morgain asks, laughing "Thou will not argue with her, or talk back to her, she will teach thou our ways, whether thou likes it or not." I blush bright red, humiliated as I hear the Elfkind around me laugh and I slowly start to take off your pants. Selene makes an impatient noise and I speed up a bit, pulling off my jeans and boxers to let my six inch cock bounce free. Selene considers it carefully, making me squirm uncomfortably, feeling humiliated and exposed, wearing only a shirt. "He will do." She decides, turning away and letting me watch her quite nice ass as she walks back towards the demon-blooded. "I will meet with him after I finish with this one." She says, calmly. Morgain laughs as I blush yet more deeply, unsure of what to do and resisting the urge to cover myself. "The ritual may now continue." She says. The woman to her right plays another few notes on her flute and the wild music begins once again. "Well, that went well." Morgain remarks to me. "Thou may return thy trousers to their proper place now." I hastily pull on my boxers and trousers as I watch Selene return to bouncing on the Demon-blooded and taking yet another Elfkind's cock into her mouth after impatiently pulling down his breeches. "Why is it necessary, if I may be so bold as to ask?" I ask, struggling to hide the blush still covering my face. "The Wild Hunt calls on lust and pleasure, and thou will find thyself much more powerful while under its influence." Morgain explains calmly. "In order for thou to reach this point thou must be stripped of all the inhibitions thy hypocritical society has placed upon thee." "Oh..." I say, shifting uncomfortably. I had not quite realized how sexual Elfkind society really is, I mean, I'd heard stories, but I never guessed it would be this... Blatant. Not that it would have changed my choice much. But it would have been nice to have warning, and practice. I'm not a virgin, but I've only ever had sex twice. Once while extremely intoxicated and seventeen and the other time was strictly for magical purposes to complete a ritual that my Father needed done. Both had been rather short, sweaty, wet and fun. But I have next to no experience or skill, and it looks like it's a major tenant of the society I have joined. The woman by Morgain's throne seems to notice my discomfort. "Thou will get used to it." She promises. "Eventually what thou had considered fringe or distasteful will be considered at worst fringe for thee. Unless thou chooses the celibate path." Morgain sighs. "That is not an option for this one, Lydia." She says. "I require him to follow a warrior and hunter's path. Thy crazy views are not for him." Lydia sighs but doesn't argue, and I look at the short Elfkind with curiosity. "You're celibate?" I ask, intrigued. She nods "Yes. I chose to serve as my Mistress's herald with my entirety, sexual pleasure is a distraction." Morgain chuckles. "Unseelie thinking if ever I heard it, however we have spoken of this before. Thou will have to mate eventually; thy line cannot be allowed to die." Lydia's jaw clenches slightly but she bows to Morgain. "Your will is my path." She says, in tones of forced calm. Morgain smiles fondly. "Indeed, it is young one, indeed it is." I give Lydia a smile as I turn my attention back to the dance and the threesome within. I cannot see it through the shifting figures but I can hear Selene moaning and panting loud, as well as the loud grunts and groans of the demon-blooded and the occasional moan from the Elfkind Selene is pleasuring. After a few more minutes I hear the demon-blooded cry out in complete ecstasy and Selene moan loudly as the wild music starts to speed up. Then after a moment she screams as well, a piercing almost in-human sound. The dancing around them has moved to a frenzy, spinning around and around, the Elfkind in it pressing into each other, hand straying all over each other's bodies regardless of gender, the wild music reaches a crescendo then after a moment it drifts to barely audible and the elves stop moving. Morgain smiles. "And I believe they are done." She says, simply. The Elfkind in front of us move to the either side, giving Selene room to walk through. She's panting slightly, breasts heaving and she still shakes slightly from the pleasure. "It is done, milady." She says, between pants. Behind her I can see the demon-blooded laying on the ground, panting hard and not really moving much beyond that as bits of energy flicker around him. "Excellent. Beez will be ready for his mission then." Morgain says. "When he recovers." Selene acknowledges. "Now you," She looks at me. "You're coming with me." I blush brightly as she turns and walks out-through a side door and I follow. Games of Elfkind Ch. 03 Selene leads me down a flight of stairs and down a long earthen hallway lined with oaken doors, she then turns a corner and stops in front of a bit of wall with a crossed spear and bow upon it. She puts her hand to it and the wall glows, after a moment it's gone replaced by a door which she opens easily and then leads me into a small circular room with a king sized bed covered in furs in the center of the room. On one wall over what appears to be an old style fire-place I see the head of a deer with a massive head of antlers, it's preserved perfectly, looking almost alive. There's a curved bookshelf immediately to my left against a wall, and we appear to be standing on a bearskin rug. Under her bed I can make out a medium sized chest with a heavy lock upon it. Selene turns to me, and without warning she grabs me, presses me against a wall and kisses me passionately and fiercely, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I gasp at the aggressive assault as she runs her tongue over my teeth and as I begin to kiss her back, trying to match her passion. I feel something flowing from the kiss, energy interacting with my mage core, prodding it as Selene plays a game of tonsil hockey. Within seconds I'm moaning as pleasure floods me, filling my body with a pleasant tingling sensation, my mage core relaxing into the power. "Interesting." Selene says, breaking away, appearing to be a little breathless as she gives me an appraising look. "Your magic core is extremely compatible with the Wild Hunt." I blush and look down. "Thank you." I say. She laughs. "This doesn't suit you. Okay, we need to talk." She sits down on the bed and pats the place next to her. I sit down, tense as a spring, the bed is extremely comfortable and I sink into it a little more than expected, losing my balance a bit, I'm sitting a good two feet away from her, still nervous. She snorts and scoots close to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and laying a hand on my crotch. My face is bright red. "You need to let this go." She says, calmly. "It's cute for now, but it will get old fast. And if you want to have allies here, and trust me, you'll need allies here, you're going to have to trade some pleasure around." I nod slowly. "I can understand that, it's merely a rather complete and abrupt change for me." "You should have expected it, really." Selene says, her tone a little annoyed. "We're the Seelie court. Light, passion, flame..." I nod. "I knew in theory, but... I'm having trouble immediately adapting. Apologies." "You'd better be sorry." She says, her tone taking a teasing note as her hand starting to rub my cock through the jeans. "Now, how many times have you fucked someone?" I pant slightly, shifting uncomfortably but not really trying to get away. "Uh... Twice." I say, my face hot from embarrassment and my heart pounding. "Really? That's all?" She says, sounding amused as she unzips my fly. "It's hardly a wonder why you're so 'modest' then." I nod, looking at her. "This will be easier if you just relax." She says, coolly as she unbuttons my jeans and with my help pulls them down a bit. "Now, describe them." "Excuse me?" I ask, feeling a little stupid. "Your sexual experiences." She orders as she pulls my cock out the flap in the front of my boxers. "Uh..." I say, trying to force myself to relax as she wraps a hand around it and rubs the head with her thumb, causing a wave of pleasure to flow through me. "Well?" She asks, her voice amused. I sigh. "The first time was just a drunken mistake." I say, panting as she starts to rub my cock slowly, bringing her hand up and down. "Describe it, if you can remember it that is..." She says, picking up the pace a bit. "It was with another Apprentice." I say, trying not to moan. "I had just mastered- ooh" She's speeding up a bit now, her grip almost painfully tight. "My first school of magic, and she and I were up late celebrating." "Describe her too me." Selene orders, thumbing my head lightly again, making me moan despite myself. "I want every detail." "She was a little older than me." I say, closing my eyes and panting hard. "With about B-cup breasts, her hair was really curly and red, she had sorta freckly pale skin." "Did the carpets match the drapes?" Selene ask, her voice carrying amused interest. "Y-yeah." I say, groaning. "Now, tell me how it happened." Selene orders, her hand speeding up a bit more, merciless. "We- ah... were at a- at a party." I say, "I knew her from a couple of classes and I don't know, we were talking and sitting together and we just got closer and closer until we were just about on top of each other." "Do you remember how that felt?" Selene asks, leaning in close so her lips are just next to my ear, her breath hot on my skin as she whispers. "Do you remember the excitement, the softness?" I moan, feeling my muscles relaxing a bit. "Y-yeah." I say, my mind going back to that day (Well as much as it can anyway), it had all been very clumsy really, just two kids who didn't know shit with their hands all over each other. Her name had been Elisa, a first generation mage without a house, she was beautiful and while it had just been crazy and clumsy in hindsight, the night always held a special place in my mind. "Then what happened?" Selene prompts, before lightly running a tongue over my neck. I moan. "Uh... We started making out, it got pretty heavy pretty fast." I say, writhing with her movement slightly. It had been brilliant, I'd only kissed a couple of other people before then and Elisa was great. We had gotten so close and her mouth on mine had been ecstacy. I probably wasn't all that impressive, but it hadn't mattered. "I started touching her, rubbing her breasts, playing with her... her...." I say, as Selene speeds up yet more. "Her pussy." Selene prompts, leaning her head down so I can feel her breath on my cock, causing me to squirm in her grip. . "Yeah and she started grabbing me, and then I took her shirt off..." Elisa's breasts hadn't been huge but they had had a great shape to them and I remember the feeling of having them in my hands, the warm and pliant flesh with her already rock hard nipples, I had focused on them and I remember her crying out because of it. "First set of tits you'd seen?" Selene asks, her tongue lightly running over the tip of my throbbing member. "A-ah. Yeah... We took the rest of our clothes off pr-pretty quick after that." I say, moaning as she takes the head into her mouth and sucks teasingly. "Then it all happened pretty fast, but I laid down and she got on top of me and started-" "Stop right there." Selene says, her hand stopping on my cock as she moves her mouth away. "Describe what happened to me." "O-okay. I was licking her nipples, and just kind of sucking on them and she kept moaning and p-playing with my-" I blush brightly. "Say it..." Selene says, taking the head of my cock back into her mouth. "My cock." I say, groaning. "Then I laid back and she climbed on top of me... She had done it before and so she was hovering just over my cock, rubbing me with her p-pussy, teasing me." Pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my cock at the memory, I felt her tongue licking it away expertly. "So I-I kind of thrust up and sh-she went down on me, it was so tight... And warm..." I moan deeply as Selene starts to suck, her hand practically a blur. "It was all wet and rough and messy..." I say, groaning deeply. "And fast. Really fast it was only a few moments before ah-ah!" She makes a noise as I feel pressure start to build, then abruptly both her mouth and hand are gone from my cock, I open my eyes, confused. "Not yet, Boyo." Selene says, grinning. "You get to cum when you've earned it. So was that all? Just one quick fuck and then done?" I nod. "W-we fell asleep after that. And then when I woke up my Dad was at the door. Someone had told him and... He wasn't happy." "Uh-huh." Selene says, sounding disinterested. It hadn't been fun, my Dad had told me off claiming that I was disgracing the family, sleeping with common rabble. He had had Elisa expelled for that and I hadn't been allowed without an escort outside of my dorm until practically a year later. "So, what about your other one?" Selene asks. "That one's not worth talking about." My tone darkens, as I feel my shoulders tensing. "Just a magic thing for my father with some anonymous mage." Selene raises an eyebrow. "Just missionary position and Mana transfer?" I nod bitterly. It had actually been a step away from rape, forced by my father's edict. I had been made to force myself on the poor girl, and Selene doesn't need to know the details.. "Well, if it was boring I don't really need or care to know." Selene decides. "But both were women?" I nod. "Yeah. I'm not really into guys." Selene laughs. "Humans are so silly. Let me guess, it was some sort of big taboo in your family?" I nod. "Yeah, that about covers it. We couldn't fuck anyone who wasn't of a good Mage line and who couldn't produce heirs. Also I just don't find men that attractive." "You clearly haven't tried it yet..." Selene says, "The feeling of being full, with a cock up your ass or in your mouth and throat... There's nothing quite like it." I blush. "Oh...." I honestly don't find guys that attractive, and I definitely don't want anything going up my.... up where things shouldn't go. Selene sighs. "Oh well, we can work up to that. For now I'll start off pretty simply." "Oh?" I ask feeling nervous. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk in a straight line." She says, leaning close and pushing me down with one hand so I faced the ceiling. She then stands up and pulls my pants and boxers off before I can even react. Then she gets onto the bed, prowling up me, I can feel her hot, unshaven sex less than inch away from my own, practically dripping. Her face is so close, our noses practically touching as she stares unflinchingly into my eyes. "Now, you're going to cum for me." Her tone is husky and full of intent to the point it causes me to shiver slightly Without further ado she slams her pussy down onto my cock, throwing me into a world of ecstasy as she simultaneously leans over and sinks her teeth into my throat I react, thrusting into her hard, moaning. She groans, biting into my neck hard and licking along the teeth marks she just left and keeping it up, her pussy tight, wet and hot. The pleasure is... Indescribable, I can feel my entire body reacting as I lose myself to passion grabbing her face and kissing her wildly. She looks surprised but responds with equal fervor, reaching up and grabbing the back of my head so I can't pull away as our hips slam together again and again. Her tongue makes its way into my mouth, teasing the edges of my tongue and running itself over my teeth as I moan, grunting in time with the thrusts. I'm already feeling pressure rising fast, my cock throbbing hard as I try to hold it in. . "I'm about to-" I pant, before I cut myself out with a long moan. "Do it." She orders, groaning. "Let it all out..." I cum hard, momentarily blinded by pleasure as I spurt into her again and again filling her up with my seed.. She moans and rides me, milking me until its over. I collapse, all the muscles in my body seeming to relax as I pant hard, covered in sweat. Energy seeming to flicker all throughout my body. She stands up and brushes off. "Not bad." She says. "Definitely not good, but you have potential." I groan in response, already feeling a little spent. She laughs, "Well we're done for the night. You'll need your strength for tomorrow, especially when the court gets its hands on you." I sigh, and stare at the ceiling. "And then next time, we really push your comfort zone..." Brilliant. Games of Elfkind Ch. 04 Selene leads me to my room after that and then leaves without much further ado, leaving me to my thoughts. The room I'm in is up high, above the great hall and far above Selene's underground quarters, it's small and circular with very little decoration but a beautiful view of a massive forest and mountain scape around me. It has a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and a chest. I can barely hear the wild music here and everything smells faintly of cinnamon. So, here I am. I'd done it, I'd gone through with it, I'm an official member of the Seelie court. And yet, I find myself with a foul taste in my mouth now that I have time to think, time to process everything that had happened. I've given in to them. I've let go of everything and let them use me without any resistance, I've been exposed in front of a huge room of people, I just told a woman I'd only known for a day the details of one of the most intimate moments of my life while she pushed a blowjob on me and then she'd fucked me. I didn't resist when Morgain 'blessed' me with this apparently eternal hardon. I didn't do damn thing to stop any of what was happening and it looks like there was going to be much more. I feel disgusted with myself, I used to be a noble son of son of house Canterdon, rapidly rising through the Mages Association. And now this has happened, and now I've become... This. And yet... I can't say I haven't enjoyed it. Even when my cock was bare against my will before the eyes of dozens of Elfkind I still on some level enjoyed it. When Morgain was making me cum in front of her (Admittedly that easily could have been the spell) I had enjoyed it. When Selene was utterly dominating me, I had enjoyed it. I've always had so much expected of me, so much that I'm just supposed to be. A loyal knight, a cunning politician, a powerful mage, a top-marks student and athlete. I was meant to be perfect, the most useful tool that I could possibly be for my older brother, for when he ruled. Father had had that all planned out, using the family Geas to make everyone else follow along in his scheme. His vision. I had to keep up perfect appearances, yet still be able to move in less official circles, I had to be poised and elegant, yet easily dropped to brutality. He had meant for me to be a weapon and a tool. House Canterdon, to rule over the mages association, to banish the power of the seven that ruled it, and finally to bring magic out of the shadows and to rule over the empty minds. I don't know his whole plan, he probably would have told me after Erin, my brother, died. But now.... His plans have fallen apart. He's left with one dying son, one son too young to be of much use and... Me. The traitor. Maybe that's why I'm enjoying all of this. Maybe I fucking deserve to be humiliated. At least then I retain the honor of my oath to Morgain. Maybe I'm just beginning to repent. All of this was done for honorable reasons, right? I can't be this emperor my Father wants, I'm not the man my brother was, I had to do it to protect them. Right? There are no answers for me in the rapidly setting sun. The forest holds no sage advice. The mountains remain utterly stoic. I have to hold on to this. I am doing what is right. Giving myself to the Seelie will protect my family in the long run. I try to force myself to believe that as I strip down to my boxers and then climb into the bed and close my eyes, deeply breathing in the reassuring scent of cinnamon. Yet as a drift off to sleep, I find the foul taste has yet to leave my mouth. When I awaken it is to someone gently knocking on my door. "Enter." I say, my voice drowsy as some part of me tries to go back to sleep. I had been having a wonderful dream, I can't really remember the details, but I remember this feeling of safety and this huge golden oak tree. The door opens and an elfkind walks in, she's dressed in a simple old style maid's uniform with a white apron, a brown shirt and puffy sleeves, her black, tangled hair is done up in a simple ponytail behind her head. Her eyes are both the clear blue except for large black pupils, she is as fair as all elfkind, but unusually busty, double D's at least and she seems slightly chubby. She bows, showing off her cleavage. "Lady Morgain requests that I see thou get dressed and be ready to head down into the great hall for the morning repast." I nod and look around, only to see that my jeans and shirt were gone. "Do you know what happened to my clothes?" I ask, yawning and stretching. "They were unsuitable, I'm supposed to escort thou to the tailor to get them replaced." The maid explains. I sigh and get out of bed, and am a little shocked when the maid curses. "Thou are still wearing those silly things?!" She exclaims, pointing at my boxers. "Uh... Yeah." I say, shifting uncomfortably. I don't like where this is going. "Milady says that she wanted all of thy old clothes done away with." The maid says, her tone authoritative and commanding. "Surely that's not necessary." I say, trying to stop the blush creeping up my face. "Surely she would not worry herself over these." "I care not if she worries herself," The maid says. "It's mine own neck on the line and thou human foolishness is not worth that to me." I can't really argue with that, so I don't resist as she sits me back down upon the bed and pulls the boxers off, quickly shoving them into her apron pocket. I am however mildly surprised when she tells me to stay put then leaves the room for a moment, returning with a pair of simple woolen briefs. "These will not be entirely comfortable." The maid says. "But I would not want to make the wrong impression on thy. I do not glory in humiliation for its own sake, I simply do not wish to anger Her." "I... Thank you." I take the briefs from her and pull them on. "Why didn't you just ask me to take them off and give them to you around the door or something?" The maid smiles cheekily. "I may not glory in thy humiliation, but I am still of Seelie." She lets her eyes drift over my body. "I simply wished to see the one milady sent me to collect in all his glory." I chuckle lightly. "Ah, well thank you. What's your name?" "I am Fidelma." She says simply. "It is a pleasure to meet you." I stand up. "Shall we be going?" She nods. "That would be good, follow me." She turns and walks down out of my room, I follow. "So, how big is this place?" I ask. "Lady Morgain's home is of unending size when she wills it." Fidelma responds, leading me down the hall to the staircase. "Barring the great hall and a few of the other rooms it is mostly fluid." "Oh, thanks." I say, not all that surprised. The title 'Second General of the Seelie' comes with quite a few perks. "Have you been here long?" I ask, following her down the staircase. "Yes, I've lived here my entire life." Fidelma responds. "I was chosen from my home, and taken here by Morgain's knights." I don't press that. The politics and caste system of the Elfkind is not something to be trifled with, their peasants are cast out of the Elfkind's towns and cities and made to live in little hamlets unless they're lucky enough to be brought in to do a job that the rest of Elfkind consider beneath them. The wilds of the underhill are a dangerous place, and even banded together unlucky pheasants could be wiped out within an hour. "Do you like it here?" I ask. She shrugs. "It is a life, a better life than the one my mother and father were cursed to live. And one that will enable a better life for my children." Elfkind children of servants are raised to be servants and hence run very little risk of being banished into the wilds again. "I see...." We reach the bottom of the staircase and she turns down a side corridor. I follow. "What of thou?" She asks. "I know that thou chose to leave thy family, and that thy family were powerful, but milady did not inform me of more." I sigh. "My family suffered an unfortunate tragedy, one that was rapidly going to place me in a position where I would cause more damage than good." "Oh?" She asks, turning down a flight of stairs. "I was the going to be the heir to the Canterdon family, and I was not fit to be." I say, keeping up with her brisk pace easily. "My elder brother was on the verge of death, and it would simply be better for Father to start with a new slate and train my younger brother." "So your father ordered you to do this?" Fidelma asks, walking down a long tunnel with an open door at the end of it. "No." I say, my throat drying up. "I made this choice." "So thou left thy younger brother to a fate you couldn't face?" Fidelma says, I can't read her tone. "I..." I stop. She turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow. "Thou need not justify thyself to one such as me." She says, regarding me with a steady gaze. "I am but a servant." She then turns and keeps walking. I hurry after her. "I don't want to run my family into the ground." I say, my tone sounding a little pleading, even to me. "I am sure." Fidelma responds, her tone a servant's neutral as she leads me through the door and I see the room within. It's like a combination between a massive clothing store and a medieval armory, I can see places where elfkind are being fitted for costumes ranging from leather armor to court gowns, as always with Elfkind, or possibly just Seelie Elfkind they are not shy about their bodies, and I can't help but stare a bit. Fidelma leads to a dressing station near the door. "Alright, take them off." She gestures at the briefs in a business like manner. I blush. "Do I really have to? Here?" "There is no better place." Her tone is professional. "And of course, how am I supposed to measure you for new ones with those on?" "Uh..." I sigh, a blush covering my face and neck. Then I quickly pull the briefs off and stand, trying to resist the urge to cover myself. "Well done." Fidelma says, "Now, get up on the pedestal and let's get this over with." I obey, standing on the pedestal, tense, with my cock standing to full attention. She smiles and starts taking measurements, not being shy about... Anywhere. She measures what seems to be every square inch of my body, from the length of my feet, to the size of my crotch, my ass, my chest, everything is carefully measured and written down as I stand, blushing and naked in front of a number of bored Elfkind receiving the same treatment. I notice a fair number of them unashamedly checking each other and me out, eyes running up and down bodies. What makes me squirm a bit is when a male elfkind does this, his eyes drifting leisurely up my body and then back down again to stare at my crotch. The man is tall, with a slim, muscular build, his hair is long and a silvery blonde with twin antlers sticking out the sides of his head, his eyes are pitch black and his arms end in almost claw like hands, he is naked but for feathered shoulder pauldrons, his cock erect in the air, standing out over a forest of silvery blonde pubic hair and large balls, I didn't really look at it long enough to guess its size his chest seems to have been shaved. His eyes are almost human looking, slanted, giving him an almost oriental appearance despite the pale skin and blonde hair, and he has a slight beard, wispy and well trimmed. I tear my gaze away from him, willing myself not to think about whatever it is he's thinking about, not that I don't know, I just really don't want to think about it. I spend the next half an hour like that, determinedly looking anywhere but at that Elfkind, or any others doing the same. Two women were doing the same, and I have to say, them I don't really mind looking at as Fidelma began to fit me with a cloak and some leather armor. It wasn't very long before the male elfkind strode over, pulling on what seems to be a bathrobe that somehow fails to hide anything, at this distance I can clearly see his cock bouncing, it has to be about eight inches and about an inch thick, I quickly avert my eyes. "So you're Lady Morgain's new... find." He says, his tone is irish and a little husky. "Yeah." I say, calmly. Looking at him and trying to remain dignified as I feel Fidelma remeasuring my crotch. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He says, placing the emphasis on the term pleasure, much to my discomfort. "I am Lyng of house Ardata, servant and knight of the Lady." I nod at him, keeping my tone polite. "I am the mage Cade, formerly of the magi House Canterdon, Vassal of Lady Morgain." "Of course I remember you." Lyng says, "You are rather difficult to forget, I feel." "I guess..." I say, trying not to look at him or think about the location he is currently examining. "Of course it's true!" Lyng laughs. "Look at yourself. So I understand her ladyship has put Selene, Egen and Indirel in charge of your training." I nod. "Yeah." "A shame." Lyng says, his tone regretful. "I feel I could have taught you a thing or two, perhaps I still can." "Perhaps..." I say, tone wary as I search for a way out of this. "Sadly my time is currently limited." Lyng says. "But I am sure we will meet again, Cade." I nod, not knowing what to do. "Farewell." The Elfkind knight turns and leaves. I sigh deeply as Fidelma fetches leather pauldrons and a breastplate to go with my cloak and my pair of gray silk pants. "Thou will grow used to that sort of thing." Fidelma says, her tone sympathetic. "It's not like I haven't been hit on before." I reply. "It's just never..." "When they could clearly see your fully erect manhood several feet away from their face?" Fidelma asks, clearly trying not to laugh. I sigh. "Yes, that exactly." "If its any consolation I doubt anything will come of that." She says. "Unless he really pushes things." "That's reassuring... I guess..." I say, shifting uncomfortably as she helps me pull on my new clothes. We finish quickly and then she helps me down from the pedestal. "Now, it's time for thou to head up to court. You will be beside Lady Morgain again." She says. "Thank you." I turn and start to walk back towards the door. "And, Lord Cade?" She asks. "Yes?" I look at her. "They will be testing you. In more ways than one. Be on guard." With that Fidelma turns and walks away, disappearing among the clothing racks. I sigh. "Great."