The boggart sniffed the air, its porcine snout wrinkling to detect any danger. Contented, it took to snuffling the undergrowth once more. Behind it, the rest of the mob, twelve at best count, followed the first one’s lead and traipsed into the clearing. Their grubby hands rooted around for insects and other morsels lying hidden in the dirt, occasionally squealing at a particularly juicy find. Entranced as they were with their scavenging, the boggarts hardly noticed the fwip of the first arrow as it pierced the air, and one boggart’s skull. 

Before its body could land on the ground, eleven more arrows whizzed through the clearing. The lucky ones were hit directly, barely having time to cry out before the heads speared them. Several had tried running, but could not evade in time. However, the pain was mercifully short-lived. With a second sound of twanging bows, the mob fell silent.

Tenala stepped out into the clearing, bow still held in her hands lest one of the eyblights prove more resilient than expected. At her sides came fourteen other archers, scanning the surrounding woods for other dangers. The trees were still, the clearing quiet. No survivors. It should have brought a smile, but her face was a mask of displeasure. She turned to face her pack.

"Aedyr. Step forward." From the group came a shorter elf, his horns barely full-grown and his bow trembling in his hands. "Yes, daen?" 
"You know the extreme care taken to prepare and execute an ambush, yes?"
The archer nodded meekly, but a glare from Tenala prompted him to speak. "Y-yes, my daen."
"And you have heard, surely, the danger present when something, anything, goes wrong?"
Aedyr began to stutter a response, but he was cut off by a swift blow from Tenala's switch. It would sting, but not hard enough to leave a permanent mark. He hadn't earned that punishment - yet. She looked up from the injured elf and to the rest of her pack.
"We cannot take risks. We must act in unison, striking as a single force," she motioned back to Aedyr "and NOT loosing an arrow early! I have seen one too many mistakes from this pack, and by the Perfects, I had better not see another one on this hunt. Do I make myself clear?"

The pack nodded swiftly, their heads low and horns directed in deference to Tenala. She kept her glare on them, but finally dismissed them with a wave of her hand. "We will make camp half a mile south of here, by the Wanderwine river. If you have any competence left, you will have the site prepared by low-sun." The pack nodded, then set about gathering their arrows and loading their supplies for the camp site.

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Tenala batted aside the flap covering her tent, entering with the same scowl engraved on her face. The camp had been finished ten minutes ahead of schedule. She expected it cleared ten minutes faster in the morning. This hunt had been particularly trying, there were too many near-mistakes and missed signals. Today's events had served to stress her even further, and too much stress would cause wrinkles. She dreaded to think of it, and resolved to relax, however possible.

Her concerns were interrupted by a rap on the post of her tent. A young elf, no older than twenty, knelt at the threshold, his arm clasped to her chest in deference. “My daen, the camp has been prepared. Scouts are patrolling the eastern and northern woods, as per your orders.” Tenala had to keep herself from smiling. Perhaps she would find relief after all. She rose, and motioned for the man to do the same. “Erys, yes? You are the new hunter?” The man nodded. “Yes, my daen. Erys of Hemlock pack.” Tenala allowed herself to smile at this point. She would enjoy testing this greenhorn’s loyalty. 

As Erys stood, awaiting the order for dismissal, she gathered up a bundle of unused rope from the tent and handed it to him. The archer gave a confused look. “M-my daen?” Tenala sat down on her bed “You are going to restrain me, Erys. And then you are going to fuck me, treat me as though I were a lesser being.” Erys’ face went flush, but he kept his head low and maintained his posture. “Y-yes, my daen.” The Hemlock knew better than to disobey his superior. Tenala stripped down, not bothering with seduction and eager for him to show his service to her.


Erys moved to the foot of the bed, unwinding the rope and tying the first knot around her ankle. Despite his obvious discomfort with the scenario, his hands remained steady throughout the task, moving from each binding to the next with appropriate grace. Tenala felt her legs stretch out as he pulled the lower section of rope taut. She brought her arms together above her head, allowing Erys to wrap them tight and tie the last of the rope to the beech nightstand. 

When the last knot was bound tightly to the bedding, Erys stood back to inspect his work. Funny, though Tenala as her arms were pulled higher towards the nightstand, he seemed a lot less nervous now. In fact, if his smug grin was any indication, he was getting into things quite nicely. As he moved to the end of the bed, she had to crane her neck to see him. His armor came off haphazardly, the loud clanking worrying Tenala that this may not be the most private of venues. But she was doing this to relieve concerns, so she laid back and let Erys do as he would.

His tunic removed at last, his dick stood at attention, pointing towards Tenala as though finding its target. She started to grin, but Erys gave a sudden glare at her. Unexpected, but not unwanted; the greenhorn knew his position well. He climbed onto the bed, positioning her torso between his legs and resting his dick on her pert chest. Tenala’s eyes brightened at the sight. “I see you’re happy to-mph!” her remark was cut off as Erys pushed her head into the pillows, his thumb pressed on her lips. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, eyeblight.”


Tenala fell silent, but her mind buzzed with excitement at the rough treatment. He brought his hands from her head to the hard nubs of her nipples, tweaking them at first and pulling them harshly without warning. She nearly moaned, but Erys’ strict glare told her to keep quiet. Biting her lip to stifle future outbursts, she watched as his hands moved further, tracing patterns along her midriff. She twitched in anticipation as his fingers danced around her inner thigh, just barely grazing her labia. His hands stopped abruptly, however, denying her their caress. Despite herself, a low whine escaped her lips, bringing Erys’ attention back to her head. 

“Your mouth is wasted when idle, filth.” His frown was remarkably authentic. “Open.”
She obliged, parting her lips to allow his length inside. He wasted no time in thrusting forwards, bringing the first inches of his length inside of her in the first motion. After a few awkward thrusts – despite his confidence the man was clearly unexperienced – he worked into a steady rate, pistoning his hips with smooth, solid motions in and out of her mouth. Tenala traced her tongue along his underside, enjoying his ministrations. That someone of lower class should have his way with her, using her mouth to his satisfaction and keeping her unable to resist, sent shudders of pleasure through her frame. It was improper, taboo even, but gods did it turn her on.

Lost as she was in her thoughts, Tenala barely noticed when Erys pulled out of her mouth. “I think that should be enough lubrication.” He moved down the bed, standing back at its end and pressing himself to her exposed nethers. Excited by the rub of his dick against her folds, she pivoted her hips as well as the binds would allow to coax him forward. Erys ignored her movements and continued downwards, bringing a finger against her tight backdoor. Tenala looked up in confusion. “What are yo-” Her response was once again cut off as Erys brought a hand against her thigh, slapping it roughly to silence her. “Keep quiet, scum. You wanted to get fucked, so you will.” He pressed with more insistence against her pucker, the fingertip tracing along its rim to loosen it. “But I would never breed with one as debased as you.” 


Relishing Erys’ domineering tone and with little other choice, Tenala tried to rest back and allow better entry for him. The finger started to make its way inside of her, finding entry despite her body's resistance.  She tried to lay back and relax, make it easier for him to enter. As the first finger inched slowly into her, her began pulling it back, pumping the digit back and forth to loosen her up. Tenala gave a stifled squeak as a second finger rubbed along the rim, waiting until the first was nearly out to wedge it together. Her body tensed in protest, but Erys continued, at last breaching her with both digits. The going was slow, almost painful, but Tenala forced herself to remain silent as he finally delved the two fingers within her.

Satisfied with his preparations, Erys removed his fingers and brought his dick to the rim before it could fully contract. Tenala whimpered quietly, though even she hardly knew if it was from trepidation or anticipation. Erys pressed on regardless, the saliva-slicked tip inching into her depths. With deliciously agonizing slowness, the head made its way through the loosened hole, still compressed by her tight insides. It was an odd feeling, a strange fullness that she hadn't felt before, but it wasn't entirely unpleasurable. With a grunt, her eased in the rest of his length, hilting after a few seconds of slow penetration. At last fully inside of Tenala, he pulled out until all but the head had been removed. In spite of her earlier reluctance, she looked at Erys with an expression of longing. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Erys pushed back into her, more forcefully this time. “The little eyeblight is getting off on being violated?” He punctuated each comment with another slap, grinning sadistically. Tenala could only offer a series of undignified moans in response. Her legs instinctively tried to pull back as his movements took on a regular pace, but they were kept firmly in place by the ropes at her ankles.  Erys began thrusting in earnest, each oscillation seemingly reaching farther into her. Every slap against her caused her muscles to tense, tightening around the invading length in turn. 

Erys’ movements grew faster and less coordinated, his hands abandoning their assault on her thighs to grip her hips roughly. The sensations became too much to bear, Tenala’s back arching as her climax washed over her. A loud cry of release filled the tent, her muscles contracting and spasming against Erys’ length like a vice. This was evidently the final push needed to bring his own orgasm, Erys slamming into her one final time as he groaned on top of her. His length quivered as it released its load, the elf collapsing on top of Tenala with heavy breath.


After a short minute of panting, Erys rose from his post-coital haze and unlodged himself from Tenala’s rear with a wet pop. The daen had fallen asleep shortly before, snoozing softly against the pillow. He staggered to his feet, removing her bindings with care not to wake her. Interrupting the daen’s sleep was a punishable offense, and despite recent events Erys knew better than to do so. Gathering up the rope and re-dressing, he draped a blanket across her naked form.  As he exited the tent, he looked back, thanking the Perfects no one had been aware of their encounter. Perhaps now Immaculate Tenala could replace that stick up her ass with something else.