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Heroic Reward

By: JustSomeAuthor



A/N: Thank you for reading my story. This is something I was randomly inspired to do. It involves a human soldier and two curvy elf girls, and one of them has a little something 'extra' she can use on other girls... Yes. It's a dick. Be warned or excited! Either way, I hope it's enjoyable.

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Sometime after noon, with the sun still high above the jagged steppes and coastal cliffs cut from dry silt rock, the village stirred. With few buildings of wood or stone, the majority of this 'town', if it rated such a title, was simple hide constructs, supported with frames of wood or carved bone. Congregated around fires, with fresh hunts and the elves who caught them equally warmed, they nestled into one of the small valleys in the area. While not directly on the coast, they were nonetheless close enough to hear, faintly, the break of waves upon the rocks.

Children playing, not too far from home but on a nearby slope, spotted figures in dark blue cloaks, mounted on horseback. They were followed by a smaller group of figures in many colors, and as soon as they were spotted, the little elves ran down to spread the word to the people. By the time the two column of riders, wagons in tow, approached the village, much of the population had turned out to see them. The sight drew a general cheer.

Brought by the noise of cheering men, women, and children, the village elder stirred from his own teepee, walking with an odd, shambling grace. His fey features were stretched and wrinkled, and his hair was now white and long, but he still wore the tunic of a Wandering Hunter with pride. Even his normally stern visage softened as he spotted the woman riding at the front of the troops. She raised a gauntleted hand, and the call for 'battaaaalion, halt!' rang out. Breaking with the formation, she approached, and elves crowded around to either side to reach up to her.

If they had returned, it meant, most likely, and end to this tribe's most persistent problem short of the coastal climate, which threatened them and their roaming territory enough to finally send a messenger towards the nearest city to appeal for military aid. When the bluecloaks arrived, their best hunters and mages were ready to lead them through the tough country, right to the enemy.

Days of fearing that he had sent them to their death were over. He addressed the dark-skinned human who, on her horse, towered. "My Lady, welcome back. Fair tidings, I hope?"

"Fair enough, sir." Her voice rang like a church bell, both in tone and volume, a serious tone from a serious person. She shifted back and rested on her saddle for a moment. Under her cloak, emblazoned with the eagle of the Republican Icos Army, the officer was clad in steel plate, carved and fitted against her body to cover and protect with highly-stressed angles and plates, rather than sheer bulk. It revealed little about her physical form, at all, except that she was doubtless strong. The uniform shone when light touched the tempered steel. "I am pleased to report we made contact with the bandits, and attacked their camp shortly before dawn. I don't think they'll be back in a hurry."

Another cheer went out, and a smile reached a corner of her mouth. Her soldiers looked as pleased with their reception as she did, although they were more free in showing it, and a few reached out to take the hands of elves who rushed around them. It was surprising to these soldiers, mostly humans, that such a proud, solitary people would turn out like this for 'strangers', but it only spoke to how much trouble they'd been having. Their clothes looked humble compared to the well-tailored mounted troops, but they were well-made, rather than rags.

Her battalion had learned not to underestimate their native guides, as well. Without them, the trip would have been twice as long, at best. They had been issued no mages of their own for such a menial task, given that it rated only a Lieutenant's command in the first place, and that support had been invaluable.

Their elven support dismounted first, joining the larger mass of the villagers and talking in excited tones. A bit of it was in the common language, but more was in local dialects that even the two or three elves in her unit wouldn't be able to make heads or tails out of.

"Thank you so much, Lieutenant Mercier. You came swiftly, drove off our enemies... and while reviewing what our village has, I've found that we don't have nearly enough to compensate you, or your soldiers, for the trouble." They weren't exactly poor as much as, due to their lifestyle, they hadn't experienced much need for material wealth. A tribal, communal life primarily driven by hunting, with the bow and arrow and spear, wasn't going to produce piles of coins.

She brushed the matter of compensation aside completely. "Please don't concern yourself about that. We found enough from what those bandits left behind." She nodded back towards the wagon drivers, who pulled away thick sheets to reveal boxes and chests stacked high. "Even without that, though, it was our mission to drive them from this region. If anything, the party you attached to my command was of more use than gold."

The crowd murmured and talked among themselves, loud enough for the elder to catch snippets of conversation, and hear children talking about her in excited tones. "Even so, we must find a way to properly express our gratitude. Would you stay in the village tonight and celebrate with us? What we have gathered lately is yours to enjoy."

Mercier glanced back towards her troops and brushed a lock of short, black hair out of her eyes. "Very well. We'll be honored to stay here until tomorrow, and then begin heading home." She raised her voice. "Sergeant! We'll make camp adjacent to the village for this evening."

"Very well, My Lady! Battaaaaliooon, dis-mount! Stand! At ease! Fall! Out!" Most of the bluecloaks were just as happy to get back on their own feet after quite a bit of riding across the rough countryside. They weren't, strictly speaking, cavalry, although for troops not accustomed to the terrain of the northern reaches, moving on horseback was practically required.

"I would be grateful if they could be fed and watered, sir." She paused for a moment. "The horses, that is. Well, and the troops as well. Our battalion also has wounded to take care of, of course." Two of the wagons in the rear had remained covered up, and neither civilians nor soldiers were much interested in uncovering those, for the moment.

"We can see to that, at least," The elder nodded. "Please, my younger brother can handle all of the arrangements. He will extend whatever hospitality we can provide." The federal troops, in high spirits from the day's victory and warm reception, mingled freely with the locals as they set up army tents beside the more makeshift elven structures. Many of the Wanderers stepped in to help them out, although each had been trained for the task, and warmly reminded of the procedure by their Sergeant.

Any of the troopers who weren't human received special attention from the village folk, especially one of the medics, an orc who had immigrated to Iconis from beyond her shores. He was a head taller than his human fellows, and the elves were a tad shorter, so the difference added up, and having been well-trained, he rippled with muscle that many of the women appreciated quite a bit. To the amusement of her fellows, a thin and clean-shaven female dwarf in the recon company also caught several flirty looks from the young women.

Drink flowed freely, even before the celebrations actually began, and when they did, the fires roared high and tribal drums beat out traditional celebration songs. Cooked meat of various sorts, cuts, and sizes was brought out upon large tables, alongside fresh fruit picked from distant forests, and the elves' humble ventures into agriculture. Combined with the food the bandits had left behind in their camp as they retreated, it beat the Hells out of the assortment of dried and prepared goods packed as standard rations.

With a blanket of darkness broken only by a strong, full moon overhead and the crackling fires tossing smoke and sparks into the cool night, things looked a little different. Many of the men and women in the detachment took note of how these elves, particularly those who were young and strong, of any gender, wore very little. They were usually more comfortable in a cooler climate, and so felt casually dressed with thin, tight-fitting cloth wraps and woven shirts. While a bit shorter on average, they tended to be a bit wider and heavier-set, as well as almost universally physically fit. Even the young adults curved nicely.

Returning hungry stares with their own, as several of the soldiers quickly found out, tipsy elven girls really wanted to know what was under the casual, or battle-dress, uniforms of the bluecloaks, and they were willing to find out in the long shadows cast by the tents and teepees. Even the soldiers who had been wounded in the day's fighting weren't entirely excluded, waited on hand-and-foot by friendly locals. Most of them were lucid enough to appreciate that.

Not everyone, or even most, of the people attending were caught up in such things, but that didn't stop whispers and louder noises carried on the wind from spreading around the two camps. Even in her own tent after having eaten at the elder's table, Mercier could hardly escape hearing it as she sat at her small, easily-packed desk and pecked away at her formal after-action report.

Crossing her legs out of habit, she ended up pressing her powerful thighs together. Slowly, she flexed and squeezed until, with a jolt, she realized what she was doing. It was embarrassing, even with nobody around to watch her get bothered. An officer was supposed to set an example and be a serious person, and if nothing else, trying to take care of herself tonight would be far too likely to get her discovered. Her cheeks flushed and darkened. That would break the heroic image she tried to set pretty quickly.

The few people she discussed such matters with were usually surprised she didn't have somebody waiting back home, but it was much easier to devote all her time to her career. She had worked her way to a commission in one of the best, or at least most active, units in the Republican Army. Even with the peace, there was a land full of adventure and adversity for her to protect, and none of that included settling down. A fling here or there, though? Sure, there was little harm in it with the proper enchantments on the proper items, which she always made sure to keep in stock.

Getting attached to someone outside the unit, emotionally, wouldn't be doing them any favors, though. At least from her perspective, she didn't think she was much in the way of wife material. Or even girlfriend material, with the stern attitude and always being oriented on business. Well, and one day something could happen, and she might end up on the casualty rolls, either missing, crippled, or just dead.

She dipped her quill in ink and went back to the task at hand, letting her mind sink for a while into the details of the report, adopting a detached, formal tone. Detailing what loot they had recovered from the enemy's camp helped her to block out any further interesting noises she might have heard on the wind.

On a normal night, there would have been a guard posted outside her tent at all hours, but here, it hardly seemed necessary. After assigning some pickets to rotate out through the night and guard the outskirts of the town, and reminding them to stay sober enough until their shift was up, she had thus retired. As a result, there was nothing to stop, say, a curious elven head from poking into the tent, recognizable immediately by the thin pointy ears framed by long, snow-white hair.

"Lieutenant?" A gentle voice drew her attention from her papers, and she looked over, sitting up in her chair on instinct. "Please, forgive our intrusion. One of your men said you might be found here..." Another head popped up beside her through the cloth flap, looking familiar. Both faces were soft and looked young, and yet developed, and whereas one of them had eyes of striking blue, the other girl's were emerald green.

Given that they were elves, though, a youthful visage could mean a number of things, and she would reserve her judgment. "Might we come in, My Lady?" The other asked, voice slightly lower, and just as quiet. They either spoke as if slightly reverent, as though she was somebody to address in hushed tones, or just as a practical matter to try and quietly slip in without others in the village noticing.

With some hope that by this point she had calmed down, and could conduct herself in a decent fashion, she nodded and set her quill down. "Yes, of course. What brings you here at such an hour?"

Before answering, the elves lifted up the tent flap and slid inside, closing it behind them. In the warm light of a lantern on her desk, Mercier saw, first from the back, and then from the front, something to take her breath away. For a moment, at least, all she could do was stare, and then realize that her sense of self-control was in deep, deep trouble.

The girls who she'd just let in were young, or at least youthful-looking, as she'd figured. They were pale, with creamy, soft skin. Their hair was long and smooth and free from any apparent imperfection. They wore very, very little, only just enough to cover the most sensitive of areas on a woman's body, and even that cloth was stretched tight. They were about the same height, although one was slightly taller, and both were shaped like fertility idols.

In fact, while she recalled most of the village looking lean and active, they were all feminine curves. Their chests swelled proudly, with each breath, or even small motion, causing them to shift around as much as their restraint would allow. It might have made them appear top-heavy, if their hips weren't so thick, but it all ended up balancing out in a wonderful way. Even the way they both held themselves, with head slightly bowed and nervous smiles, was both adorable, and attractive.

"... ing you at such an hour, My Lady, but Aria and I couldn't help ourselves! We weren't able to attend the feast, you see, and everyone was talking about your mission. And you!" The one who wasn't Aria was talking, and eventually, the noble officer could actually pick up on that, and got most of two or three sentences out of it. She blinked.

Aria nodded in agreement. "We are the newest village mages. Neither Metra nor myself were allowed to join your party..."

The officer smiled and found her voice, and it was even mostly steady and even. "The elder worried for your safety? That might have been disappointing." It would be hard to blame him, though.

Metra let out a sigh, her attentive posture become more casual, and that did remarkable things to her sinfully-huge breasts. Said breasts were under close observation, at least as long as the gallant soldier dared. Mercier wanted to act proper, and more specifically didn't want to appear disrespectful, but this situation had caught her off-guard.

"Indeed. We were dispatched on an errand instead."

"It isn't just that, though! Well, it is. But there's more to it, My Lady!" Aria picked up with a nervous energy. They both seemed willing and eager to talk, even though Mercier was an outsider. "I don't know if he mentioned it, but the elder is actually our father."

Oh.

When she said nothing for a few moments, the elves shared a look. That at least shook her loose from slightly stunned staring at these beauties. They were the daughters of the leader the whole village respected. Well, that made some sense; typically leadership among Wanderers involved at least a little magical talent. Of course he would want to protect them, as much as possible, to the point of even happening not to mention them during the course of the feast.

Clearing her throat, she tried to get her stride back. "Then with respect, I'd say he's a good father, to keep you clear of a fight. I am sad we haven't met before now, though." That was the truth, for reasons she wouldn't admit out loud.

"In that case... can we assume we're not bothering you too much?" Aria's tone turned eager. They both took a small step forward together. "Forgive me, but we didn't want to wait, if you were still up to entertaining a pair of silly girls, My Lady."

"Please, not at all. It's not silly to be curious about an outsider. And I'm off-duty." She pinched the long sleeve of her white dress shirt. "Call me Marie."

This helped a little, but the sisters were still on edge, somehow. She could see that plainly. They were young and cheerful, but possessed of the sort of eagerness that pushed ahead, and then worried it was pushing too far. It reminded her of friends from another time. Just as she thought she could manage to keep things from devolving into staring at their chests more, and a lot of incoherent babbling, they surprised her again.

"My-Marie, I don't... um." Metra paused, her voice dying off until it couldn't be heard. Her face colored visibly and she murmured something that Mercier didn't catch.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"The, uh. Reason we came here tonight, while everyone was celebrating or sleeping, was that we wondered if you would not mind some... company. For the night." The blush spread to her sister, who just nodded, and they both held their hands together and waited, practically standing up on the edge of her toes, for her reaction, watching the human stare for a few moments.

This was unreal. Could there be some mistake of language here? They spoke with an accident, but otherwise showed an excellent command of the common tongue. "Company?"

Metra nodded quickly, her hair flopping around. "Forgive my forwardness, Marie. My sister and I, we really are curious, and interested. Your soldiers had only good things to say about you. Our brothers who rode under your banner... they all told the same story, one of your bravery."

From experience with talking with civilians swept up in heroic tales, Marie had something suitably humble-sounding ready, but it died in her throat when Aria stepped up, much closer, leaving little distance between their bodies. She looked away, face extremely red now. "We also cannot express our gratitude properly for saving the village... except with ourselves."

Marie put her hands up to ward her away but didn't step back. "Please, like I said to the elder earlier, rewards are unnecessary. I was only doing my duty, like everyone else with me. Uh, and I..." How exactly was the proper way to react to getting an offer like that? Payment with one's body? Was that just their reason for being so forward? Why would any girl, especially two gorgeous mages, go through the trouble for her?

Nothing made sense. Their nervousness struck a sour note with her, so even though it was tempting, she had to raise another objection while they both pondered what to say in the suddenly-awkwardly-small space of the tent. "I don't know how to ask this, but before I, uh... By any chance, were you put up to this? Did the elder send you?"

The sisters shared another look and in spite of their tension, they also shared a smile. When they saw she was quite serious, though, Aria replied, "Heavens no. If anything, we came so late to avoid our father getting word of this visit. I don't think he would approve." That was a relief to hear. "Have we perhaps offended you?"

"What? No, not at all."

"Then... you are not interested."

Oh, that wasn't true. At all. How to say so with tact? "Please don't think that I, uh. I'm flattered by such an offer, really. I just don't think that..." Her sentence died as she watched both of them look more than a little disappointed. "I was never, uh. I just don't know what to say, to be perfectly honest."


Heroic Reward



In a moment, Aria pushed forward and hugged her tightly, surprising the soldier and making her tense up. Immediately, she felt that massive elven chest pushing against her, soft, practically uncovered flesh rubbing teasingly. "Please, My La- Marie! Don't turn us away, even if it's a... hasty thing to ask, we just..."

That served as a much more pleasant wake-up call than a pinch to the cheek or something. The actual body contact, feeling her warmth and the rapid beat of her heart through that massive chest, all broke through her surprise and her self-doubt and everything else that was holding her back. "If you girls really want to stay here tonight with me, then I'm honored to accept."

With a noise that was far too cute for how developed she looked, Metra rushed forward and hugged her, from behind. She was now surrounded by clinging, breathing, rubbing elf bodies. "You won't regret putting up with us, My La- ah, Marie."

Trying to respond coherently didn't work too well because their perspectives were so different. Marie herself would never have dared to imagine such a wonderful scenario, and yet, here she was. These were real people, interested in her. It was a slightly intoxicating feeling. Feeling wanted was exciting.

Apparently they thought so, as well; Aria reached back with one hand and undid a thin, overworked clasp, releasing the tension of her cloth bindings and quickly leaving them pooled on the floor. With a smile and warm cheeks, she watched the human's gaze, which had already had trouble leaving her chest, become fixed. Hardening, pale nipples peaked her heaving breasts, and she pressed them up just a bit. Even squished between bodies, it was easy to see her size.

Marie's gaze did eventually shift, as she glanced backwards, and Metra ground slow circles with her hips into the soldier's tight, clothed ass. That made it impossible to hide that her sister, while also blessed, didn't just have thick curves. "You feel it, right?" The object of their combined affections nodded, expression hard to read again. "Is it, uh..."

"Is it a problem?" Metra asked, voice just a bit lower than what it had been before, due to her arousal. "If you're not interested, just say the word... I can't exactly make it go away but it doesn't have to be a part of this unless you want it."

There was no mistaking that particular sensation, especially given that Marie hadn't seen her enter the tent with a huge strap-on attached. "No, it's not that, I just didn't know that the rumors about elf women, uh..." A lot had been said back in the cities, but she had found the rumor that some of them had that particularly hard to believe. It sounded more like wishful thinking from certain women.

"Well, I don't know about all the rumors, Marie, but that particular one is true. It's rare to happen, but very real." It twitched and pulsated against her firm ass, causing Metra to let out a low moan and shiver. "So you're okay with it? Please tell me you wouldn't mind..."

"Well." The officer took a moment to consider things, but her serious visage quickly fell apart at the way both elves were looking at her. "Let me think. Two women come to my tent one night and want to spend it with me. They're gorgeous, kind, and one of them just so happens to also put any boy I've ever met to shame." A strong, dark hand reached down past the thin, stretched cloth and gripped Metra's shaft, which provoked more cute noises. It was long, and more importantly, thick. "It's not a hard deci- well, it's not a tough decision."

Eager to get on with it, and having been reassured again that she wanted this too, Aria licked her lips. "Then allow us to treat you as you deserve, Marie." That started with gently gripping her chin, bringing her back around until they saw mostly eye-to-eye, thanks to standing on tippy elven toes, and then pulling her into a kiss. Eyes fluttered and then closed on instinct, leaving her only to her feelings, and the quiet noises of heavy breathing from behind her ear.

Reaching out with the arm that wasn't occupied with her sister, Marie put it around the girl's waist without really thinking about it. In fact, the only thing on her mind was this kiss, with the nerves in her tongue, mouth, and lips all going haywire at playful suckling and licking.

Busily making out with this beautiful girl, she only noticed her sister was moving when the hardness left her ass cheeks, and a moment later, she felt hands on her hips. Metra slid her pants down past her knees faster than she might have expected, revealing what passed for her underwear when she was on a mission away from the city, a pair of simple cloth boxers.

Perhaps used to everyone wearing more revealing things on a daily basis, Metra huffed in disappointment at the view, and then immediately set to tug them away. Then, finally, what could only be half-seen through clothing was apparent; fighting, riding, and an otherwise quite active soldier's lifestyle had hardened and shaped her, especially below the waist. The hero of their town was built.

The next thing to divert Marie from the seemingly endless kissing going on, and the feel of huge breasts against her, was a sudden warmth against her bare ass. Curious enough to glance back, she saw that Metra had pressed her cheek to hers, in a sense, and was rubbing appreciatively . "What the...." Talking was difficult when an eager girl wanted your mouth and hers to be joined permanently.

"Ah, beg pardon! I just wanted to, uh. It's still quite soft despite being so well-formed!" Smiling sheepishly, Metra got back to her feet. "Sister, could you perhaps help me with this? Our hero is still wearing entirely too much clothing." A few moments of longing and savoring later, they were parted. Well, mostly; a strand connected their mouths until Aria swallowed and took a shallow breath.

"Agreed." With both of them working together, Marie didn't have to lift a finger or even say anything; they had her shirt undone and piled neatly onto her cot. She heard more grumbling about her simple underwear. It covered and supported but didn't really display or even tease much. It was soon gone, leaving her bare before a pair of girls she'd never met before this evening.

They stared. Marie felt the gazes on her body and fought the urge to fidget, standing tall and proud. Fretting was no good. Sometimes, the Gods simply made certain things unequal; people had strengths and weaknesses. At least her two visitors didn't make their opinions a secret. In fact, they began to praise her once they got command of their voices.

That was possibly more embarrassing than jokes about her 'boyish' form, her handful of breasts, her short hair, and her serious attitude. She was used to those. Outright attraction, the kind of clothes-ripping magnetism? That was new. It felt marvelous. She would have been content to bask in the attention of these girls for a while before doing anything else, but they wouldn't sit still for it.

Of one mind, the sisters each grabbed one of her hands and knelt, Aria in front, and Metra behind her. They were offering to let her have her pick. Given that one of them had a cock, she seemed like the best idea. It would be a shame to let it go to waste; might as well try it first. Afterwards, they could get a little more creative.

Kneeling face-to-face with Metra, she groped her again, right on that prideful bulge. Perhaps some elves dressed in such skimpy attire just so it wouldn't get in the way; neither of them would have to bother undressing at all. A simple push aside with her hand, and she had full access to a huge cock. Now that she would look at it properly, it was quite a sight, and not just because she wasn't used to seeing those attached to pretty girls. "Take it easy, alright? I wouldn't like to get split in half."

A real gasp. "I would never think of doing anything to harm My La- ah, Marie. Please, believe me. I've... I know that a woman will need a bit of working in order to take me." At the mention of working, Aria reached out and took hold of Marie's shoulders, pressing into them with a firm, controlled grip. Tension she wasn't fully aware of melted quickly under this small massage, and as she sighed, Metra reached down between the human's thighs. "You're already quite wet."

It didn't show up so well to the eye, but Metra felt the moisture, and when she drew up her hand and licked it, that provoked a shiver. Suckling her fingers to get them good and wet with something else, and tease her just a little, she finally reached for her most precious place, and with a careful touch, began to spread her.

Although Marie's first instinct was to tense up, that didn't last long with Metra's sister still working at her shoulders, and then her back, hard enough where an unskilled person would have just hurt her. Tense muscles unwound, and she felt some of her posture and strength fade away, as well. She fell down on her backside, sitting on the canvas that had been spread as a 'floor' for the tent over grass and dirt.

Aria kept up her affections, while Metra scooted just a bit closer, enough to allow her to lie flat on her belly, head nestled between Marie's thighs. She knew what was coming next, and when the elf girl glanced up, she nodded. That started the next part of her 'preparations'; going in with something far smaller, and more wet, than her aching-hard cock. The elven tongue was slightly different from a human's; longer and soft-pointed. In a way, it was even more suited to this.

She started very gently, but even so, Marie had to bite back a few noises crawling up the back of her throat. Once again she knew that she was in trouble; if Metra had wanted to make her cum there, and used that tongue without mercy, she probably could have done it. Fast, too; she was getting pent-up and anxious already.

Her body resisted this gentle intrusion, but with some working at it, Metra's tongue made progress, slowly and steadily. Even when she could press in, the human's inner walls tightened around her, snug and warm. This only served to show how much this was needed, and she was committed to keep at it until she had buried her tongue completely inside of Marie and provoked a wave of shaking and spasms.

"You're thinking that it's just like having her inside you already, right? Her cock, that is. Well if you are, uh. Then she'll need to go extra slow, because it's much, much larger." Aria's affectionate, teasing murmurs into her ear even as she continued massaging her really, really weren't helping things. She actually whimpered at hearing the last bit, loud enough for both elves to hear, and both to grin at.

The tongue didn't stay there forever, filling her up, even if the thought was tempting. It began to slide out, with a wet little pop, and leaving a woman who was a little less tight. It was good to make sure, though, and so in it went again, having a bit less of a problem, and thus able to move faster. Metra fucked her with her tongue, each time getting more intense and confident as she got a feel for what she was doing, and the human could only keep making noises of approval.

"Sister, if you keep at it like that, she'll be done before you even get to the point." That gentle reproach caused her to pull back, grinning sheepishly. Maybe wanting the great hero to beg and whine and cum had gotten her a little carried away? Oh well. "Not to worry, she looks ready to me now. Marie?"

"Huh?" She blinked a few times, cheeks flushed, and took a deep breath. "Ah. Yeah. Yes." She nodded urgently. 'Don't make me actually spell it out, Metra, just get to it.' Fortunately, that was already going to happen; sitting up, Metra let out a sigh and then edged closer on her knees. Both elves helped lay her flat on her back, and then, like a living blanket, Metra covered her up. Aria laid to one side, pressing against both of them, her hands now trying to figure out the best way to tease Marie. Her breasts were a prime target, even though it was a little hard to find them as her sister buried then with her own larger chest.

Their bodies fit together in some way, despite the fact that one was a bit shorter, and much thicker. Without a moment's effort, Metra tossed aside the scraps of cloth around her, purely to feel a bit more of this woman's skin. She would say that compared to herself, Marie's skin was harder, with a different texture; not rough or unpleasant, necessarily. In fact, it was a little exciting to just rub skin, even as she tried to bring their hips together.

With her swollen head gently resting on Marie's lower lips, Metra planted a kiss upon her neck, since that was about a comfortable height. Her sister reached over to stroke her cheek. These little signs of affection didn't help to prepare her when the elf's thick cock pressed in at a steady, slow pace.

She had to go slow, after all; she was too tight, painfully tight, even with all the massaging that her sister started up again. Inside, she was warm, even hot, and every inch of progress had to be pushed through. When she did press deeper and deeper, however, Marie's walls closed back in and hugged her, pulsing and squeezing.

This was far from her first time with a woman, but she shuddered. "M-Marie, my dear, if you are to take all of me, you must relax yourself." Pressing her mouth to a dark, soft neck, she suckled and licked. As though she could feel her sister's wish for her to get involved, Aria took a hold of their human hero by the waist and began the massage again.

Nodding a few times but not trusting her voice, mainly due to what she was feeling in that moment as their bodies were connected, Marie could only hold tight into her. Huge, wonderfully bare breasts squished into a firm female body, and through them, she could feel the elf shiver.

It had been too long since something was inside of her, especially if she didn't count her own toys... The massage helped more than a little, and with deep breathing, she leaned backwards a little bit and released as much tension as she could. This wasn't easy with playful, affectionate elves front and back, but it was enough to let Metra keep going.

The well-endowed elf maiden was determined to bury herself to the hilt. It would take a while, but she kept at it, tightly embracing the brave human and feeling each breath, and even their heartbeats, together. They would be one, just like in the scrolls and books that her sister had bought from a travelling merchant one time... 

To her own surprise, Metra did, in fact, feel the moment that their hips met again, and not just because the human shuddered. She had fit... barely, but her huge cock was inside of this woman. In her other experiences, finding the spots to really drive her crazy wasn't hard when you were just so big, and yet, Marie was holding up alright... hm. She would need to work on that, but for now, she slid back out, giving up her 'progress' slowly but steadily.

"Now that I know it's possible for you to take all of me, Marie, I'm going to start moving more and more." Marie herself nodded eagerly at this, still rendered speechless, she held on to the elf in front of her, and waited. She wouldn't wait long; Metra was back, quicker than the last time; her progress was still slow and steady but it was a lot easier this time. She had opened just enough space to squeeze through, although her body still tightly clamped down.

The sensations were overwhelming; she was still worried that she might come just from how amazing this felt, but for her partner's sake, she endured, and started to build a real rhythm, contenting herself with some affectionate talk to the woman and the occasional loud moan. As for her sister during this time, she found a hundred little things to do, from rubbing and licking and suckling to saying certain things into Marie's ear that provoked moaning from the stoic warrior.

As promised, she was still gentle, and ready to stop at any moment, even as she put it all inside. Every time Marie was filled, it felt a little like she might break, but eventually she started to adjust to it, and all she could feel was pleasure. Whether it was just because she hadn't gotten any in a long time, or this elf girl was really good with her cock, or both... she was in Heaven.

Perhaps because Aria felt or acted young, she didn't expect the pale girl to last very long, however, she pounded her without relent, and without even getting tired, for a long stretch of time. It was a little hard to tell how long, because her mind was hazed over with sheer lust and explosions of pleasure, but it was clear she was trying to get the human to come first, and with a single little girly whimper, she did. Marie shivered, tightening around the huge elf dick, and came all over it, leaking on both of them and calling out in a way that compelled Metra to muffle her cries...

"Everybody might hear what we are doing," She explained with a small giggle, even though Marie's eyes were unfocused and it was clear she couldn't hear anything that was said. "Alright, sister, please give her- Ah. You came, too..." The final straw had been the hero's gorgeous I've-been-fucked face; seeing that, Aria released what had been building up, coming inside of Marie and bucking her hips one final, desperate time.

There was basically no room left inside of her, and so much of the cum from her ended up flowing out as well, making a remarkable mess, and striking a sharp contrast to her dark skin tone. Prviately, both elves though it looked rather good, and wondered if she wouldn't mind getting a bit more cum on her skin... they would need to wait for Marie to come down from her naturally-induced high to ask, though.

"I could hardly help it... nobody compares to a human girl for tightness, I suppose..." The elves shared a bit of a giggle, and they both embraced Marie tightly, sandwiching her yet again and giving her warm, living blankets that she appreciated with a soft sigh. "... Oh dear, I'm already hard again..."

"It might take a while for my sister to be satisfied, Marie," Aria warned playfully, nibbling on her ear even as her breasts pressed into Marie's firm, muscular back. "Just let her know when she can start moving again." Although they had both expected her to be out of it for a while more with the way she was acting, limp and boneless, Marie nodded, and pulled Metra close for another affectionate, intimate kiss.

"Mmmmh...." Taking that as a signal, she started to move her cock, slowly hardening as it was, and Marie quivered in her arms. She could have sworn the human begged softly for more, for her to never stop... She could oblige that, at least tonight.

They were at it all through the night; several more times, she pounded the woman until she couldn't even whimper properly, sometimes gentle, sometimes more harsh. For a time, her sister took over, and mounted Marie, scissoring her and ending up smearing cum all over herself... that was a mental image Metra wouldn't soon forget.

Especially when, then, Aria insisted that Marie clean it up, surrounding her head with her thick elven thighs, and their new friend agreed without a word. As a reward for that, the three of them had a time of cuddling, as well. A break in the action, to let their bodies and minds recover slightly, although they all wanted things to continue. Certain things just couldn't be done forever, especially when both elves were still in the prime of their lives.

Actually, before it. Marie herself wasn't too old; they talked as well, on occasion. She was very free in telling them about her. Her family back in the city, the life she'd grown up with, her military training... Aria had tried to do push-ups and managed a few before deciding they were stupid, and had Marie perform some exercises while one or both sisters perched on her and pleasured her mercilessly. It was a silly idea, but the normally-serious woman agreed to it at once.




Heroic Reward



In return, they told her basically whatever she wanted to know, whenever she was cogent enough to actually ask questions as opposed to begging and whimpering. Magic, the elf village, the wild northern steppes and tundras... a world outside of her experience. Just like this night full of passion and affection.

Whereas elves were free with those sorts of affections, when they felt the need, they heard Marie complain about certain things lacking in her life. Such as anybody willing to do what they had; both the praise and affection, and the raw fucking. It wasn't like she hadn't had any opportunities to get off, but most of them involved herself, or somebody who didn't care about her or didn't know what they were doing.

"You're safe in our arms," Aria assured her with a tight, loving embrace. Although that depended on what 'safe' meant, because if it meant safety from constantly having her mind blank out with sheer pleasure, then she was at the greatest danger when they got their soft hands on her.

Even so, she didn't mind, and the night proceeded on. It was so easy to forget about the world outside of the little warm tent.

"

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In celebration, and consideration for their gracious hosts, there was no battalion reveille the next day, and the soldiers were allowed and encouraged to sleep in. Most took full advantage of this extra time, reeling from the after-effects of drink or exhausted from last night's fun. Their officer, in particular, wasn't up for a while, and when she finally came to in her cot, she found herself alone, with her own blue cloak drawn around her like a blanket.

The elf girls were gone, as were their scraps of clothing, and anything else that might suggest they were more than a figment of her imagination. The pleasant fatigue and soreness in her body was still impossible to mistake. Well, if they'd wanted to sneak in to see her in the first place, they probably wouldn't want to be seen the next day emerging from her tent.

Even it was for the best, she regretted it as she dressed in a fresh uniform and finished out a few of the reports she'd been diverted from completing. A few dutiful letters to a few very unfortunate families put her mind back into 'the zone' quite effectively. Before long, she realized that the feast yesterday had worn off finally, and she was ravenous.

Food wasn't scarce; in fact, it was close to lunch time for the village, and her Corporal was happy to run off and find her something filling. "How long will we be staying here, My Lady?"

"Not too much longer, Levi." Marie replied with a groan as she did a bit of stretching. Walking, or even standing much, was a little harder than normal. She didn't relish the idea of riding all day like this, either. Even so, it would hardly do to loiter forever; they'd probably clear the poor village out of food, if nothing else.

The sun was on the decline, although still fairly high in the clear skies, when the Sergeant reported all squads were accounted for, packed up, provisioned, sober, awake, alert, and ready to move out. There was a bit less fuss made about the column as they mounted up and formed their steeds into a decent enough formation, mostly from a lot of the hunters being away, but a crowd still formed to see them off.

After a few polite waves, she kept her eyes front, and led the battalion forward at a trot. At least until her Corporal got her attention. "My Lady! Riders from the village! Two... elf girls." Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched them close the distance quickly, their gallops kicking up plumes of dust. Sure enough, she recognized these particular elves.

Aria pulled alongside her first. "My Lady! Take us with you!" Metra nodded enthusiastically at this request as she reigned in beside her sister. "Back to the city! To the army!"

Soldiers' eyes, admiring the two beauties, turned to their commanding officer. A few grins of approval, or at least understanding, were enough to almost make her blush. She was certainly taken aback by this. "Take you? Away from here, your home?"

"Yes! We wish to enlist! Both of us. You promised you would bring us along!"

She what? For a moment, this gave her pause, and she thought back to the passionate night. Towards the end her memory got a little less defined as she was almost literally fucked senseless at certain points, but she was sure she'd remember making such a rash promise. "I did?"

"Oh, yes! Don't you remember? It was when..." Metra glanced over at the Corporal riding beside them, and staring, and decided to stop, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Well in any case you certainly did. We told you we wished to come along, and you gave your blessing to it."

Passing a few moments in thoughtful silence didn't help her memory much, nor did it help all the staring from the troops. They were getting farther from the village with each trot from their mounts. Given that the chief hadn't even wanted them to come along on a mission, it was probably a sure thing that he wouldn't have approved of this, either. There was likely to be consequences.

Fuck it.

"Corporal! See if we don't have any more cloaks with the baggage." Her aide stared for a moment, now at her. "We could always use more mage support." The boy grinned, snapped off a salute, and headed towards the back of the column, leaving the three women in the lead alone. They both looked like she had just given them a bag of gold or something, eyes bright and eager. "You know, soldiering is no easy life. Visits from fair maidens grateful for your service is not how it normally goes."

"We've heard stories, soldiers have passed through before, when we were kids." Aria shrugged. "We've been in fights before, too. No doubt it will be challenging, but if we get to stay with you, My Lady?"

"Totally worth it," Metra nodded sagely.

"Your funeral," Marie shrugged and then turned to look ahead. The path was clear, and if her map was to be believed, they would be riding quite a while before having to leave it. They were bound for the south, and for what most people considered civilization. "Fall in, recruits!" With reasonable copies of a military salute, the girls grinned and guided their horses to join the rest of the column behind her.

Compared to the fighting yesterday, the bluecloaks were in for a boring ride home, but that suited most of them just fine.