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	The morning sun peeked sheepishly through the window, though I was already seated at my small dining table, a cup of mikonosian tea, pale with cream, warming my hand. A book lay open on the wooden surface and I stared into and past the words, lost in drowsy thought. I knew the call would come today, that simple white letter to tell me I was leaving home again. I wondered how many simple mornings like this I would have.
	Taking a sip of the sweet, spicy drink I strained my sleepy mind to recall the name of it, masala or something like that. Regardless, it was friendly and comforting and reminded me of simpler times, back when the call to war was not near as present and the world was open and inviting.
	Cynically, I wondered whether the little tea shop I’d purchased these leaves from still stood, or if it had long since been blow apart or converted to some marksman’s perch.
	I didn’t blame the elves for siding against us, after all decades of slavery didn’t often win one’s favor and the people of Norvenshj were proud. I did, however, wish that they had stayed out of it entirely; the combined might of Ibergal, Norvenshj and Aergraq made for fearsome foes. Even with the aid of the Königinreich and northern Mikonos the powers had still called for a Conscription Lottery, and druids were always the first on the lists.
	Taking another slow sip of the fast-cooling beverage, I once again tried to focus on the words before me, reading them aloud to force my attention.
	“It is a well-regarded fact that, while mana exists in abundance upon the grounds of the Unbroken Band, off-coast the well of energy dims and wanes. As such, the far realms of Norvenshj and Aergraq to the north, as well as Calgaris to the south, are utterly devoid of this font of power. As such, both the Thaumaturgic Hierarchy as well as the Druidic Order of Law have placed an outright embargo of all travel to and from such places, lest the people travelling thereto become inflicted with the same maladies that befell the once great Alaeish Nation.”
	I let out a snorting laugh, followed by another slurp of my tea, debating whether or not to cast away such an outdated tome. 
	“Tell the leader of the Aergraq that. I’m sure he’d have a good laugh.” My tone was snide and derisive, “Perhaps he’ll remember he can’t level buildings with a snap of his fingers and pack it in.”
	Smiling, I instinctively I turned to my right, expecting that familiar shock of ashen hair atop brown skin, those comforting gasfire-green eyes.
	But I found them absent, in their place only the blackened steel of a tea kettle staring back at me from the worn counter. I frowned, my chest aching slightly, before turning back to my book and realizing I had once again forgotten where I was.
	“It is a well-regarded fact that-“
	“Please sir, spare that sentence any more needless abuse. It’s already in such tragic pain from its own existence that speaking it aloud may be considered a war crime.” The voice was husky, yet feminine, and heavy with the weight of newly achieved consciousness. Just hearing it returning the warm grin to my face.
	“Profound words for such a late riser. Did you spend the whole night preparing that?” I couldn’t help but allow some of my joy to sink into the words, robbing it of its droll charm.
	Turning in my chair I was greeted by the tired smirk of my dear friend and companion. Bare to the world, I let my eyes float freely and shamelessly over the pale scars that stood out upon the tanned skin of her arms, legs and torso, finally falling on the single line that traced over the bridge of her strong nose. How I had come to love that mark.
	She was adorned only in the sea-green scarf I had given her those many months ago, rubbing the sleep from one eye before releasing a low yawn. Stretching with it, I watched her entire figure elongate, arms uncoiling above her head, her powerful legs pushing against the rug beneath her as she stood on tip-toes. Her thick thighs tensed, her back curving into an arch that managed to make her petite breasts seem pronounced even as her small, faint nipples stood firm in the cool morning air.
	As she finished, she smiled softly, as at ease with me as I now was with her. Standing, I took too long steps towards her before wrapping my arms partway around her waist, my hands resting in the curve of her lower back just above the prominent bump of her backside and instinctively she pressed her wide hips against me.
	“Good morning Lif, fancy some tea? I think it’s still warm but I could warm the pot for you.”
	Her reply was simple and easy, as she ran the back of her fingers slowly along my ear to my jaw, “Yes please. Thank you sir.”
	Try as I might; I could neither get her to cease calling me sir, nor succeed in an explanation of the gesture after all this time, though I was honored to receive it nonetheless.
	With a soft kiss upon her nose, I released her and turned back to my drink, now cold. Picking up the cup, I brought it to the counter where I splashed the remains out the nearby window. Grabbing a fresh cup from the cupboard below I filled my own cup to check the warmth. Bringing the cup to my lips, I took a small sip to confirm it was still at drinking temperature before setting it back down and filling Liflyhn’s. Topping them both off with warm cream from a pot nearby, I brought the two drinks to the table.
	The smiling girl quickly seizing the brew I set my own back on the hard surface as I settled into my chair. Quick as a flash, the elven maiden sat upon my lap and for a moment I feared for the strength of the seat under both my weight and the mass of her rump; However as she settled down atop me I remembered how surprisingly little my voluptuous companion weighed, even as her derrière eclipsed my lap.
	Wrapping my arms around her waist once more, I laid a soft kiss upon her shoulder, taking a deep breath of her. Her scent was crisp and bright, like freshly cut apples, and I couldn’t help but rest my head there, in the crook of her neck. Sipping her drink softly, she leaned her head against mine, her short-cut steel hair against my brown shag.
	“Soon you’ll earn your ‘tail, sir.” her voice a light whisper between us.
	I hadn’t the heart to explain the difference in meaning between various hairstyles across our differing races. Instead I simply gave a soft squeeze to show my affirmation, enjoying the mix of soft flesh and firm muscle, earning a warm giggle from the girl in my arms.
	Pivoting her hips subtly as she drank, she began to press the crease of her twin globes against my crotch, and I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. I had been half-hard against my night clothes since she entered, but between the softness of her ample ass and the smooth motions her hips supplied I felt myself harden substantially.
	Spreading her legs, she placed both feet on the floor, just barely managing to touch it with the balls of her feet. She was now straddling my thighs, facing away from me with my still-covered length wedged between her buttocks. Continuing her liquid movements, she began to bounce softly on my lap, doubling the sensation against me. Clinging closer to her I nudged aside the silky green fabric of her scarf and placed soft kisses against her shoulder and collar bone between increasingly heavy breaths. I was unaccustomed to such tender intimacies, and despite myself I felt pressure building within me.
	Sighing happily, my hands slowly began massaging her ribs and smooth stomach, the firm ministrations stealing contented outbreaths from her lips. Bringing my motions higher, I found her breasts; small and plump, they hardly filled my grip, but my explorations yielded a throaty groan as I teased and kneaded, her nipples hardening beneath my fingers.
	This only served to increase the pressure and length of her movements and I could feel her grow wet as she ground against my thighs and the base of my shaft. Pressing back against her soft, enveloping cheeks I began to kiss the exposed skin of her neck, up her jaw and to her ear. I could feel myself nearing my climax and the euphoria was building in my breath, even as she released low, husky groans of pleasure.
	Removing a hand from her small bosom, I slowly seized the free tails of her long scarf which trailed behind her and, with the gentlest of tugs, pulled it towards me. I could hear the faintest jolt in her breathing as it grew lower and an erotic whine crept into her moans.
	Her voice quivered as a pleading whisper escaped her lips, "S-Sir..." She wanted this.
	I watched as she set her cup down onto the table, nearly spilling her tea, unable to continue to façade of ignorance regarding the sensual act that was taking place between us. I still held some trepidation about the act, despite her whispered confession regarding it.
	 It had started innocently enough; with her repeatedly allowing me to seize her in a headlock during an afternoon sparing bout. Later, when I had asked about it, she at first feigned ignorance but eventually she revealed to me -with no small amount of embarrassment- that the slight deprivation of air helped push her mind away and all the bad memories with it, leaving only the mindless sensation of want. While part of me felt uncomfortable choking someone I care so deeply for, an ugly, primal feeling of power lit like a fire inside my heart.
	Gently pulling my nightshirt away, I could feel the warm stain of precum against my stomach. My end was near, and as I pressed hard against her needy ass, I felt my balls tighten and a hard heaviness build. Then with one fluid movement, Lif leaned forward over the table, pulling the soft wrap taut between us as she rocked her hips once more, gliding her slick flower across my thighs and over my sack, the lips kissing the base of my cock even as her backside caressed its tip.
	With a soft moan I came, milky seed shooting forth across her brown skin, over her lower back and plump buttocks. A few more slow rocks of her wide hips emptied me, the thick fluid rolling down her rear onto her thighs and between her buttcrack.
	Panting softly, I released the fabric that stretched between us as I pulled her against me, uncaring of the sticky, warm feeling against my stomach and legs as I held her close. I simply bathed my mind with sound of her heavy breaths and her scent, now mixed with a ting of sweat and musk.
	She was the first to speak, voice breathy and warm, “Did that please you sir?”
	Gripping her jaw softly, I turn her head to face mine, planting a warm, loving kiss on her lips. “Very, my dear. You make me so happy.”
	Blush bright on her cheeks and highlighting the scar across her nose, she smiles sheepishly, “I love you.”
	“And I you.” I whispered, kissing her once more.