2 comments/ 6728 views/ 5 favorites In the Lair of the Entropy God By: TJSkywind Location: Holy city of Lona Solstice Eve, 2021 Anduvar Elvaraë watched the last of the priest-assassins fall dead at his feet with satisfaction. The tall, lean elvish lord hadn't quite believed her when she said that the dark mottling on their dingy grey robes was blood stains from their victims. Dark elves and Unseelie Court could be bloodthirsty, but it troubled him sometimes that humans had within them such extremes for beauty and cruelty, even against their own kind. Over and over, he kept telling himself he shouldn't be surprised that her words had proved true once again. In seven short years, Shalia Tavona had only been wrong twice. Around the body of the priest, ephemeral images of the dead flickered into view before fading out, the spirits of past sacrifices once tied to their slayer in a sort of unholy mana reserve. Now freed of their hideous bondage, they should make their way to whatever afterlife they believed in. All but two winked out. Puzzled, he muttered the minor detect entity spell. They were damaged. Too weak to do more than remain here, he realized, eventually to fade to oblivion, or worse, attract something that fed on soul energy. "Peace. I will help you before I leave," he promised. For many warriors, these vermin priests may have posed a threat. Silver Knights were the elite of the grey and high elven peoples. Few other knight orders could hope to match them. Anduvar was a Silver Knight Captain, a weapons master, and arch mage. As he cleaned off his blade, he mused that owning a decent enchanted sword helped as well. Not even six centuries old, many elven lords thought him a reckless youngster. Anduvar thought he was doing just fine, thank you very much. Besides, he and his small band of knights had just rescued the brilliant and incredibly delectable Shalia Tavona. He intended to enjoy– no, savor every minute of it! Now he just had to find her. He scanned around the decrepit warehouse. Piles of empty crates and trash littered the floor. Evil priests laired in an abandoned warehouse? How droll! A good deed done and a cliché expunged at the same time! Anduvar saw Artellon Far Travellor, Invandis Meadowfield, and Faranthil Rosewood by the south entrance, checking for traps and any remaining enemy guards. The brothers Timion and Lenton Pinetree were close by, keeping watch over their fallen foes. Regeneration was always a possibility as was some invoked spell or monster summoned at the last minute. Where was his lieutenant, Thorgorond Thelaborn? There, by the knight from Amber Leaf, Aerin Clouddancer. Aerin had been visiting Thorgorond when Anduvar put out the call to arms. Elvish paladins were a rarity, but she had acquitted herself well tonight. No fatalities was always good news. Even better was no serious injuries. They had breached the magical defenses and taken them by complete surprise. His companions began releasing the naked women from the sacrificial alters. Oh, yeah, he thought. Coming to Shalia's rescue? And she, likely chained up and very naked? This could turn out to be the best day in two hundred years. Maybe three! He might even make a memory cube when he found her. As long as she wasn't hurt, of course. Anduvar continued searching. Twenty women by his count. One elf maid, and the rest human. He frowned. No sign of Shalia! They'd had a fight a month ago, and had hardly spoken since. Shalia had heard rumors about this group, these followers of halgar, god of evil, entropy, and chaos. (Shalia had drilled it into him, only halgar's followers capitalized the god's name. Ba'lorians – Shalia's faith – and decent people did not.) Religion made people do strange things. Violating rules of grammar was nothing like ... well, like kidnaping and sacrificing women to some crazy deity that wanted the universe to end. To Anduvar's mind, those who worshiped entropy tended to be whacked in the head. Where was she? he wondered, moving in a quick search grid. Even though they'd fought, he'd kept a close watch on her nonetheless. Shalia was often doing things on her own. Art and hobbies and scholarly research? Go for it. Searching alone for a nest of crazed priest-assassins? Arrogance. Pure stupidity. And she should know better! Just after their fight, she'd caught him following her and given his ears a blistering. He'd let her go on until in exasperation, she'd demanded to know why was he following when she'd made it clear she didn't want him around right now and maybe never again? He'd given her his look. "Oooh, I hate it when you do that!" she'd snapped. Anduvar simply left, determined not to get caught again. He was very good at finding things and at staying hidden. She was, too, which was both a hindrance and a comfort. Shalia's danger sense was nearly as good as his own. A week later, when she caught him as she came out of Hadrian's Sorcerer Supply Shoppe, she angrily flipped him off and changed directions. Oh, yes, he'd thought then. That's a promise! And imagined her legs on his shoulders and him driving his hard cock relentlessly deep into her soft wet pussy, and her lying beneath him, helpless to the pleasure he gave her. Anduvar lusted after Shalia. Big time. What irked him the most was he was also completely in love with her. Her pale blonde hair, intense bright cobalt blue eyes, pert nose and narrow chin. They could talk all manner of subjects, and she knew a great deal on many topics. Amazing, delightful, irritating, beautiful human woman. Mystery within a conundrum indeed! Anduvar liked how her eyes often softened when she looked at him. It melted him inside. And her body inflamed him. Satin smooth skin and responsive breasts. He loved sucking on them, getting her nipples hard. Her tight belly and lean legs and flare of her hips meeting at her wonderful cleft. The hair on her pussy was so pale as to make her appear naturally shaved. Anduvar even loved the large mole high up on her left butt cheek! Shalia's skill as a martial artist had given her another unexpected ability: she had the strongest Kegel muscles he'd ever encountered. When Shalia squeezed her pussy around his cock, it was the tightest grip he'd ever felt. And when she bore down during orgasm, he could barely move let alone withdraw, she was so tight. From the entrance of her womb out to her pussy lips, as pleasure racked her body, the walls of her sex undulated from his crown down his shaft to his balls, urging him to cream her pussy. He never seemed to get enough of Shalia or her talented pussy. And until their recent fight, she had eagerly responded to any of his advances. The fight had been stupid. Her stupidity, he thought. All he had wanted was for her not to go out looking for trouble alone. To his mind, even just trying to locate an outlaw group of priests counted as looking for trouble. Anduvar had also sensed her pulling back of late, especially after their visit to Glen Green, the city his father ruled. At his reasonable request that she not go searching alone, she'd unexpectedly exploded, telling him she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, that she didn't need a babysitter, thank you, she was a grown woman with a mind of her own, capable of taking care of herself. His reply that she certainly wasn't acting like a grown, capable, intelligent woman hadn't gone over well. Later, privately, he admitted he could have done better. Then, however, Shalia loudly kicked him out of her apartment. It was four days before he was over his own mad and tried to patch things up. When he did, she rebuffed him. "Not interested in being told what to do! Go away!" Following her only angered her. Earlier attempts to discuss moving their casual love affair to the next step had been sidestepped. "I'm young," she had said to him. "Plenty of time to get serious later." Trouble was, she was already nearing thirty. As an immortal high elf, he would have agreed. But she was fully human. Time flew fast enough for their kind. Often too fast. Where was she? He stopped moving and took a long breath to calm himself. Three years earlier, when he realized he was falling for this confounding and amazing woman, he'd asked for and received a small lock of her hair. He'd spent four months doing errands to learn the spell, and another three to imbue the locket with the old faerie magic, turning it into a subtle magical link. Most magic glowed when detected for, with the intensity reflecting the item or spell's power. Fay in origin, it was very weak magically, and would be missed by all but the most diligent magical scans. When he showed the locket that housed her snip of hair to her, he let her hold it, and asked if he could keep it with her blessing. Amused, Shalia did so, then raised inquiring eyebrows when she felt the transient subtle shift in energy. Her words triggered the final transformation. "A keepsake," he had told her– a truth and an omission–and put it around his neck. She'd let the matter drop. For Anduvar, all he had to do was think of her and he'd know the direction she was at and approximate distance, and the closer he was, the stronger and more accurate the sensation. It could be foiled by many spells and protected areas, but once clear of them, it resumed the connection. Most importantly, if she knew she was in trouble, Anduvar would know that too. Most times he wouldn't even consider using the tracking ability of the locket. After all, he respected her privacy. However, both of the two times Shalia had been wrong were times she ended up in trouble, with foes a bit more dangerous than she'd planned for. And this recent bull-headedness? Anduvar felt justified in keeping tabs on her, by any and all means. An hour ago, he'd heard a single phrase of despair from Shalia in his mind: Help me. Most of his retinue were busy doing other duties, but six had responded. Seven, counting Clouddancer. It had taken all of fifteen minutes to assemble and to travel three thousand kilometers by teleportation magic, and then another twenty minutes to pinpoint Shalia's location before the locket's link was broken. It took time, too, to bypass magical wards, and then to attack the priest-assassins and their guards. Anduvar kicked himself mentally. He should have been here, in Lona, following her! Instead, family had called him temporarily away. His uncle's errand kept him busy for three days. Long enough for Shalia's father to contact him by spell and politely ask that his daughter please get back to the temple for the class she was scheduled to teach? Anduvar's next question – how long had she been missing? – gave Jerynne Tavona pause, but he answered anyway. Missing since early yesterday. Anduvar promised her father he'd find Shalia and bring her home. Alive, he'd said to himself. After breaking the magical connection, Anduvar knew his words were less a promise than a vow. He would find her. And any who hurt her would feel his wrath. Noises indicating surprise from the Pinetree brothers on the other side of a huge stack of crates caught his attention. More intriguing were the throaty female moans. He moved around the obstruction to investigate. What he discovered astonished him. Lenton and Timion had their arms pinned down – were those women trying to stuff the hands of those young elf boys up into their pussies? And over their faces were two women busily grinding away – he hoped his men were getting enough air! – and two more lustily bounced on their cocks. That accounted for eight of the twenty women they'd rescued. Where were the other twelve? He glanced around and saw Thorgorond and Aerin nearby, four naked women sprawled unconscious on the ground in front of them. Thorgorond shrugged, his bright green eyes vastly amused. "I opted out, due a previous commitment," he said, glancing at Aerin. "Aerin knocked them out when they refused to listen." The paladiness removed her helmet, showing her pale blue eyes and freeing her long white braid. Her narrow, aristocratic face scowled at Anduvar, as if daring him to challenge her actions. Saw her mailed fists. They're going to feel it when they wake, he thought. I guess she doesn't like to share. Anduvar cleared his throat. "Good work, Clouddancer." He glanced at Thorgorond. It was plain his cousin thought this whole situation hilarious. No doubt Thorgorond intended to tease the young knights mercilessly later. When Aerin snapped her head around to look at Thorgorond, his face was stone sober. He's good, Anduvar observed. Another time, another lifetime ago, he might have envied Thorgorond his chosen partner. Right now, he had his own blonde to find. Anduvar spied the rest of the women heading to the three elven knights by the door. Oh boy! Not that they would be hurt or anything. But why were women just rescued from imminent death busy trying to hump his men? This was obviously more than gratitude. It had the appearance of urgency bordering on desperation. And where the bloody blazes was Shalia? Knowing the answer to the first question might be a clue to the second. Anduvar spotted an empty wine container on the ground. He picked it up and sniffed. No need to detect magic here. Cheap wine with the tell-tale cinnamon and clove scent. Aphrodite's Bliss, an inexpensive aphrodesiac. If you were going to rape and murder women, why would you get them aroused first? The aphrodesiac didn't change the fact it was to be rape; it only took the choice to resist away from the women. Scanning the energetic women, Anduvar expected their auras to reveal charm magic. He did see exactly that, but was startled to also find necromantic magic as well. Necromantic? Wait ... fertility spells? These women were not only excited by the charm of the potions, but had their own raging hormones adding fuel to the fire. These women were going to want to hump for hours! Why would priest-assassins want to kill women they intended to impregnate? Of course! It was the evening before Summer Solstice, the day the Ba'lorians venerated their earth mother goddess. Killing twenty-one pregnant women would be both their heresy and their supplication to their crazy god of entropy. Not just whacked in the head. These guys had been seriously dangerous and perverted. He could stop this orgy in process. But it would take time. One dispel magic to end the potion's charm, and a second to end the fertility spell. All that would take time Anduvar felt he didn't have. The fact that Shalia wasn't with the others suddenly worried him. Anduvar tossed the wine skin aside, and started moving away. Aerin called to him, "What about all this?" She waved her hand at the eight women writhing and bouncing over the two young elven knights, busy trying to get them to come. "Aside from some empty balls, I expect they will survive this encounter without permanent harm. If you feel compelled to do something, it will take two dispel magic spells for each woman. Even then, the effects of the fertility spell, once started, will take days to end on its own. Or you can knock out the rest of them, at least until the aphrodesiac wears off in six to eight hours. Shalia is here, I'm sure of it. Excuse me while I try to find the woman I love." Ignoring them, he went back to where the three main priests had been gathered in their own area. Calming his mind, he re-examined the scene. Slowly he paced the perimeter. On the fourth time circling the boundary of the kill zone, he felt it. An almost imperceptible sensation. He stepped backward even more slowly. There! Again, a whisper of the link to Shalia. Brief, but there. Shutting out all distractions, he ran through several detection spells, probing, examining. Then he found it. A hidden portal, two dimensional and invisible. Anduvar put his hand through, and the magic of the doorway tugged at him, leading him on. He stepped through. And found himself in a small, featureless room filled with drab grey lighting. Within the room itself was the twenty-first sacrificial alter, a large thin granite slab set at waist height. Chained on it was Shalia! Here! whispered his locket. At her side, he looked her over, checking for wounds, eyes and hands moving quickly over her. No injuries that he could see. A sigh of relief. The chains were short, keeping her spread-eagled on the alter. Gagged. Chaffing from where the metal bit into her wrists and ankles. But otherwise, she appeared unharmed. Another sigh of relief. Next, he looked for the same magical aura on her that was on the other women. Surprised and relieved to find none. She opened her eyes and saw him. Though her voice was muffled by the gag, she rattled and pulled at the chains. "Shhh, shhh, shhh," he whispered. "I'm here." He gently kissed her forehead, and removed the gag. A caress to her wan face. Shalia coughed, gasped, and her voice hoarse. "Anduvar! I–" "Hush. Drink this down." He lifted her head and put a vial of healing to her lips. "All of it." Then he replaced the empty vial with his water skin. "Slowly. Slowly." She drank, then a took another deep breath. Color returned to her face. "What took you so long?" she said at last. He blinked, setting the water skin down. "What? That's what you have to say to me? Not how wonderful to see you? I don't know whether to be annoyed because you expected me to rescue you or to be pleased with your faith. And both put to lie your previous insistence that I leave you alone." "You've been following me for weeks. I actually expected you yesterday morning, right after they grabbed me. When you didn't show, I was worried something had happened to you." Puzzled, she watched as he glanced under the stone slab she laid on, went down by her feet and then actually hopped up onto the slate! She looked up at him, incredulous. "What the blazes are you doing? Get me loose!" He stood and looked her over, nodding. "Priceless, Shalia. This totally priceless." "Anduvar!" She rattled her chains. "I'll have you know, I thought seriously about making a memory cube of you laid out like this." He crouched down, taking in her lovely charms. Then using his index and thumbs, formed a rectangle and looked at her through it, nodding again. "Worth ten thousand words, at least. No, a hundred thousand." She lifted her head and glared, anger flushing her from her ears down to her round, full breasts. "You're enjoying this!" she accused. "You have no idea how much! However, since we both have idetic memories, neither one of us will ever forget this little scene, so a cube would only be useful to show others." Anduvar paused, grinning, taking pleasure in seeing her naked. "You really are a beautiful woman, Shalia, and you give me such a hard-on all the time. I've had more boners because of you than I've had in the last four hundred years. And I was hardly celibate." He jumped down, and moving back, ran his hand casually along her leg to her thigh, through the hair on her mons, a longer caress on her belly, until his hand rested, cupping her breast. Shalia rattled the chains. "I don't want to hear about your horniness! Do you hear me?" "You are magic competent. Even with the gag, you should have been able to do something." "These chains are anti-magic. Every time I tried something it fizzled. Get me free, Anduvar! Now! And I want some clothes!" "I don't think so. At least, not yet, my beauty." "What?" Her temper flashed. "Get me off of this thing, Anduvar!" "I thought you were capable of taking care of yourself, Shalia." She scowled, saying nothing. "By the way, you didn't tell your father you dumped me? Me, you flip off in public and then loudly tell me go away. But you don't tell your father we're on the outs? Why is that?" In the Lair of the Entropy God She flushed red, looking away. "I didn't dump you. Not exactly. I just ... I just ...." "Just what, Shalia? We have a history, you and I. For more than five years we've been lovers. In case you hadn't noticed, that means I– we are not a casual thing. We're both headstrong, but nine days out of ten, we get along famously. If your father can't find you, he contacts me to find you. Yet for the past three months you have snapped at every little thing. You have been pulling away from me emotionally. What has been going on? If it was something I did, I deserve to hear what's bothering you so I can at least respond. Instead, I feel I've been convicted without even a hearing." "I don't want to talk about it right now," she muttered, then more calmly, "Will you get me loose?" He watched the rise and fall of her breasts. Anduvar caressed her breast, rolled her nipple. "Stop it, Anduvar. I mean it. I'm not in the mood." "No. I've got a right to some answers from you. No more putting me off. And you aren't getting up until I get some satisfaction." "Just what exactly do you mean?" she glared, her blue eyes narrowing. "What I said. Talk to me." He squeezed and kneaded her breast. Felt her nipple tighten and enlarge. "Aren't I a good lover, Shalia?" "That's never been your problem, Anduvar," she admitted. "Then what is it, Shalia? I love you. Every time I have tried to tell you that, you either acted like you didn't hear me or you changed the subject." He leaned over her, and worked on her other breast. "Why?" "I – I wasn't ready for anything permanent. At least until ... do you have to do that right now? It's really distracting." He nodded. "Yes. Touching you is a delight I never tire of." Leaning over, both hands thoroughly fondled her pride and joys. She sighed as she tried her best to ignore him and his delighted grin. "It was made clear to me that some of your people would not accept me being in your life. Ever. As a human, I would always be less than. An elf maid would be a true match for you. Someone to live by your side for centuries. And there's our age difference. More than once I've been reading some dusty old tome and I suddenly realize, you were alive while this was written. Sometimes it's ... intimidating." Anduvar stopped. Leaned close until his mouth was next to hers. "Kiss me," he whispered harshly. She stared at him. "Kiss me!" He clamped his mouth over hers, touching, tasting, demanding. Pushing in his tongue until at last she opened her mouth and took him in, responding to his organ in her mouth with a dance of her own. She whimpered and sighed, then pressed her mouth to his with her own ardor. When he finally broke for air, they were both breathing hard. She saw his lust and love, but there was an anger in his eyes, too. "You think I care one whit what some snotty noble thinks? Do you? Fucking bigots! Don't you get it, Shalia Tavona? You and I have been comrades in arms! Fought beside each other. Saved each other. Tended each other's wounds. Banged each other until we were too weak to move. Gotten drunk. Held each other when we were scared and we pulled through. Together. To have you buy into that bigotry now? Bullshit! No, make that total bullshit! Understand this, Shalia. You are in my life, and yes, I say it now, you are my mate. I'm not giving you up without a fight. Even if it means I have shake your prideful little head until you see sense or something rattles loose." "But you're immortal, Anduvar! Barring premature death or disease, you will live forever. I've got sixty to eighty years, tops. And for half those years, I'm not going to have this same body–" "Whose body will you have? Really, Shalia. I'm aware of all this. Your body may age, but you will still be you. Even when your breasts are hanging down to your knees, I promise I will bone your pussy, Shalia. Bone you hard and often, and I will have you scream my name." She shook her head. "The stories of elf-human pairings are all tragic. Either they both die early or the elf partner is left behind to grieve for centuries. I–I can't do that to you and I won't. It's not fair. Don't you see that?" "Fair? I love you, Shalia. I'm pretty sure you love me right back. And right now I'm going to claim you." "Claim me? Wait! Oh, no, Anduvar! What do you —mmmf! MM! Hfff!" He put the gag back into her mouth. Growling long and low, her eyes turned murderous. "Darling, Shalia. Beautiful, bedraggled, gorgeous, tasty Shalia. I have rescued you. You are the maiden. My maiden. Many traditions recognize the right of the rescuer to sheathe his cock within the quim of the woman he rescues. I find the pleasure of your pussy an exquisite delight, and you have denied me for twenty-seven days. That will be remedied. Right now." He climbed back onto the slab and hovered over her. Pausing to give each nipple a swirling lick and a brush with his teeth, Anduvar moved down to where her legs came together. Settling down, he sniffed her, then brought his tongue along the crease where her legs joined her hips. Shalia wriggled, trying to move away. Rattling her chains, she shook her head as she screamed into her gag. Anduvar chuckled, using his hands to hold her still. Diving in, his mouth caressed her lips and lathed her clitoris. The angry muffled sounds from her slowly quieted. As he plundered her, she began to leak, and he lapped up what she gave him. Her labia swelled, engorging with blood, turning pink, a bright contrast against her pale skin. He worked his mouth over her with diligence and care. Full contact of his mouth on her sex, and feather light touches on her nether lips or circling her clitoris. Under his onslaught, she began to moan into the gag. Soon, she was trying to move with him, grind against his face. He looked at her sex, the faint hair lining her ruddy, swollen pussy soaked from his ministrations. Anduvar could see into her depths, her cleft opening like a flower to the sun, her petals all covered in dew. He unbuckled his sword, set it aside. Opened his belt, and pushed down his trousers to his knees. Using one hand to hold himself above her, he put his hard cock to the entrance of her soaked pussy. Pressed down, and slid easily inside her. He couldn't help but sigh at the hot, wet heat of her pussy enveloping his hardness. Holding himself above her, he shifted until his balls rested against her butt. "I am yours, Shalia, and you are mine." He removed her gag, kissing first one cheek and the other. "You are a ... uh .. total fuck, Anduvar. A total fuck!" Then she gasped. "Oh, blazes, but you feel so good." He grinned as he rocked against her, pressing into her depths, reveling at the feel of her tight walls. She closed her eyes, making noises as he worked himself in an out of her. His strokes lengthened until he was thrusting rapidly into her pussy, his crown running from her entrance to her cervix, and then back out again. Her moans grew louder. She tried to move, but the chains held her fast. The most she could do was take him in, and rock her hips a little to increase her clit's contact against his groin. As his hips slapped into her, her breathing deepened, little flutters and a tightness grew inside her sex. He watched her face, her eyes now heavily lidded as she focused on his penetration. Then he stopped and pulled out. Her eyes snapped open. "Son of a bitch!" she snarled. "Get back inside me now! Fuck me, Anduvar! Fuck me or I swear I will hurt you when I get loose! And I will take my time doing it!" "Peace. I have my reasons," he said. Being angry and horny gave her such a potty mouth! He looked at the shackles holding her legs. He quickly unscrewed the bolts and lifted free first one leg and then the other. Mollified, she winced, sighing audibly when he put her legs together. "Okay, that helps. Now get back up here! My pussy aches so empty!" "I'm going to stretch you another way now." Lifting her legs up, he bent them toward her chest. Putting himself at her slick lips, he plunged into her again. Setting her legs onto his left shoulder, he began slamming into her. "Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Yes! Ah, ah, ohhhh huuhhhh! Nnnn!" Anduvar took one leg and pressing down, spread her wide, grinding his cock deep into her sodden sex. More strokes into her. She huffed and grunted, bucking against him. "You have the best pussy ... I've ever .. been in, Shalia! I am ... so close." Shalia rolled her eyes and cried out, arching her back. Then those intense pulsations began inside her pussy. The tight, throbbing muscle undulating from the base of his shaft to his fat crown. Milking him, encouraging him. Anduvar shoved and grunted louder. "Fuck! Too much! Gahhh!" He ground into her as his cock responded to her orgasm with his own. Spurt after hot, creamy spurt jetted into her, splashing against her cervix. She gasped for air as her body shook. As the twinges from his balls diminished, Anduvar leaned down and kissed her mouth slowly, tenderly. Remaining inside her, he let her legs down. "I love you so much, Shalia." She sighed, then scowled. "I hate being chained up, Anduvar. I can't believe you just did that! You are so lucky. Anyone else tried to do to me what you just did, and I'd break both their legs and shove them up their ass!" She thought she saw a flicker of light by his head. He chuckled. "I think you would, too." Staying inside her, he leaned over to unbolt the manacles restraining her arms. "Ooof. You are ... uh, squishing ... me" When he was done, he settled over her, pressing his semi-hard cock deeper. Shalia rubbed her wrists, let him kiss them, then brushed her hand through his golden locks. Then she looked into his hazel eyes. "Thank you. When you make love to me, I want to touch you, too. I am not decided whether I liked what you did or whether I will be outraged. I reserve the right to be angry later." She patted his butt cheeks. "Are you going to get off me now?" Anduvar shook his head. "Oh, no, Shalia. That was only one nut. I still have another yet to crack." "My ass is already soaked with our come. What am I going to do with you?" "Marry me, woman. Then I will bone you every day you get within arm's reach. More, if I can catch you." She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen." He pushed around deep inside, probing until he brushed against her cervix. Grinding against it was exquisite, and helped return his cock to hardness. Then he lowered his face to hers. "I'm totally serious. I don't want some elf maid. I want you. I love you, Shalia. Don't you love me?" "You are relentless, you know that?" "Shalia!" "Alright already." She closed her eyes briefly as she took a long breath. "Yes, Anduvar, I love you." Hands on his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Still, she looked sad. "You feel so good inside me. I do love you. Even when you piss me off. I meant what I said, though. It really bothers me that you will bury me and go on without me. Maybe for forever." He moved slow and firm within her slick folds. "At least you don't see us dying tragically together. Shalia, I don't intend to give you up. I love being with you. We have such great talks. When you give me that smile of yours, I am ready to move mountains for you. When I don't see you, I think about you, and when I do see you, all I can think of is getting inside you. I want your children. A lot of them." He started moving a little more inside her. "That is certainly a possibility," she said quietly. "Oh?" She looked stricken. "They took my birth control ring, Anduvar. I might already be pregnant." He stopped moving. "Beloved ... did they rape you?" She laughed harshly. "All thirty two of them lined up yesterday after they captured me and had me secured. They oiled up and shoved into me while they used a riding crop to hit me. I didn't make it easy for them. Make it tight and if they get inside at all, they come quick. But after the sixth one, they stopped. Seems my pussy gripped his little pecker so hard he screamed in pain, and it took over an hour to get him loose. Once they did, then they really laid into me." "But ... but when I found you, you some minor chaffing from the manacles, but no real injuries!" "They do have access to curative spells. They wanted me whole for their sacrifice." He looked away, shamed. Anduvar lifted his hips to pull out, but she locked her legs around him. "Don't you pull out of me!" Then her voice softened. "I couldn't bear that now. I told you I wasn't in the mood, but you wouldn't listen. But I love you so much, and your tongue so wonderful, it was easy to give in to your desire." She brushed his cheek. "Crazy elf. Every time you reach for me I am aroused by your desire. I will never turn you away, Anduvar. I love you so much." "They didn't try to make you want it? The other women were dosed with Aphrodite's Bliss and fertility spells." She held his eyes with her own. "They wanted to make me to hurt. They needed a priestess among their sacrifices to make it a 'special event.' I haven't put on the church robes for awhile, but I am a priestess. These manacles aren't cheap. They are designed to hold mages. Probably anti-psionic, too. No, Anduvar. They knew exactly who I was." "I guess I'd hoped I'd found you before they had opportunity to hurt you. Shalia, I feel like a total heel." Shalia reached up and kissed his lips. "Don't. I was raped, not broken. I've been raped before, Anduvar, before we met. I've come to terms with it. It hurts me when it's happening, and I find it extremely offensive that someone feels they can treat me that way, but the rape itself doesn't own me. I survived then and lived to take revenge." She looked at him with tenderness. "Anduvar, what they took from me by force, I give to you willingly. Freely. With love." He sighed. "With your memory, it will never go away." She cupped his face with her hands. "There is that. Yet the same is true of the good times. And you just made me feel really good. Every good time helps ease the bad. Letting what they did to me get between what we have? That's giving them power over me, and I refuse." Shalia kissed him tenderly. "I assume since you found me and took the time to get me really wet before you had your way with me – that these vermin are dead?" He nodded. "Good. Thank you. I–I'm just afraid that if I become pregnant, it won't be yours. Anduvar? You really want to have babies with me?" "Oh, yes." Anduvar brushed her lips with his own as a thought occurred to him. Wish magic aged the caster, but what was age to an immortal? "Do you doubt that I love you, Shalia?" "No," she breathed, her eyes full of emotion. "But what am I going to do?" He rose up and looked down at her. "Invoking a limited wish, I hereby wish that if you are pregnant, now and in the future, that I am and will be the blood sire of all your children." Then a look of surprise covered his face as the magic took effect. "Whoa!" His cock stiffened to steel hardness, his balls churned, and suddenly he was coming inside her. Feeling the magic wash over him, and seeing his face, she reached down and dug her fingers into his butt, pulling him as deep inside as she could get him. Squeezed her legs around him, and flexed her pussy walls to increase his pleasure. Felt the heat of his sperm deep within her, and a momentary warmth deeper within her womb that reassured her and made her feel loved. "Oh, yes. Come for me, Anduvar. Give it all to me." For several seconds, he bucked into her, pushing, groaning. Filling her human pussy with his elven sperm. Shalia saw several more flickers of light, dancing in the air above him. When he recovered, she raised her eyebrows, her eyes alight. "That was interesting. And answers the question of whether I'm pregnant or not. You are a good, attentive lover, I don't mind telling you, Anduvar. Sometimes you make me see stars when I come, but today you seem to have brought your own." Anduvar glanced around, catching a flicker of light wink beside them. "Hmm? Oh, I guess they followed me in here. Some of their previous victims. They are too weak or damaged to leave. Will you help them?" "Of course. Rest in peace is a simple enough priest spell. I'll deal with it once we are disentangled. And," she lightly punched his arm, "I also want clothes. I am not leaving this room naked!" He was softening, but still inside her. Shalia thought of herself as a practical woman, but sometimes one had to take things on faith. With a baby on the way, they were committed now. Her love and trust for him gave her hope it was possible. Fie on anyone to tried to stop them from being together! He sighed in contentment. At last she was his. Soon to be husband and wife. And sometime next year, they will be parents. He kissed lightly several times. Best day. Ever! Anduvar made to pull out, but she kept her legs wrapped around him. Shalia wouldn't admit it easily, but this past month she had missed making love with him, too. Still, a girl has her pride. "You know, boyo, that wish was pretty arrogant. You have made it so I can only get pregnant by you. What if I wanted to bear the love child of that baker on Herald Street? The one who makes those to-die-for apple crumb cakes? If I had his baby, I'd be in dessert for the rest of my life! Or that cute bookseller in the Empire on Bywater Lane? I could see myself doing him. Yeah, definitely. What do you have to say about that, Anduvar?" He leaned down, touching his forehead to hers. "That you are out of luck. I am the father of all your children, Shalia Tavona soon to be Elvaraë. Deal with it." "All right then. Deal!" she grinned. Holding him tight, she kissed him, long and hard. # # #