Title: Judas Unchained - Airwe
Author: Judas Unchained
Keywords: MF, FF, Oral, Humil, Inc, Cuckquean, Caution
Summary: Miste is the black sheep of the Airwe family, born bereft of the 
Goddess Sito's blessing. Decades ago, she turned her back on her kin, but a
reunion with her cousin, Almariel, threatens to destroy the life and love 
she has built for herself.

Copyright  2016  Judas Unchained.

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                                    ~~~                                    

   The goblins boiled from the ground in a tide of gnashing fangs.

   I nocked an arrow, drew and loosed. The first goblin fell, black blood 
welling from the arrow wound in its chest. The second clawed over its 
brother, running on all fours, and leaped.

   "Not on my watch, laddie," shouted Berk and swung a high blow with his 
hammer. Dwarf strength is a formidable thing, and the goblin's head 
exploded. Its body smashed broken against the nearest tree and crumpled to 
the ground.

   I loosed a second arrow and almost in the same instant a third. Two more
goblins dropped dead, wooden shafts quivering in their steaming flesh.

   "By the Hidden Moons of Eglor!" cried Uialon and fire washed passed Berk
and I. It burnt the goblins, driving them back, but by then the other 
burrows were opening.

   The maw of a second burrow erupted in the trees to the left and then a 
third just behind me. The goblin hoard bore from all directions. Bestial, 
darting shapes moved in the trees. The dense foliage robbed me of easy 
shots. I spun, bow drawn, looking for something to kill.

   Uialon sent a dozen glowing magical projectiles into the chest of a 
goblin. Berk bellowed war cries to the ancestor gods of his people and 
knocked back a big scarred monster, with only a single eye. And Adrian-

   A goblin leaped straight down at Adrian from the gnarled branches of a 
tree, talon like claws bared and needle sharp fangs gleaming in a bloody 
smile. I shot without thinking, as only an elf could.

   The arrow thrummed and took the goblin right between its beady black 
eyes. The beast fell twitching to the ground.

   Adrian sent me one of his quirky smiles and saluted with his quicksilver
sword before turning to meet the next member of the on rushing hoard.

   The smile stayed with me, even as I sent an arrow into the heart of a 
charging goblin, and a wave of heat washed through my cheeks. Adrian. 
Adrian the warrior. Adrian my companion. Adrian my lover. Adrian my soul 
mate. I loved him more than life itself. I'd die to see him happy but today
that wasn't required. Today I needed to murder instead.

   More goblins fell, some to my arrows, some to Berk's hammer, some to 
Uialon's wizardry and some to Adrian's darting silver blade.

   Finally it was over. We stood panting in a charnel forest of goblin 
corpses as the light of day slowly died. Broken bodies, burnt bodies, 
ruptured bodies. Noxious black blood dripped from weapons and pooled on the
ground. Nothing lived save for the four of us.

   "Foul varmints, aren't they," said Berk and gave the nearest corpse a 
kick with his armoured boot. It made a squishing sound and rolled half 
over, revealing a brown-green bestial face slashed half in two. He spat, 
picked a piece of exploded goblin from his beard and flicked it away.

   Uialon made a sour expression. "They are a plague most vexatious. We 
have done a good thing by cleansing this burrow." Uialon was human but 
dressed in the style of an elven wizard - beardless, with his long silvery 
hair pulled back so as to flow down his back. He held up a hand and 
whispered a word under his breath. A silvery orb of light flickered into 
existence.

   Under its ghostly light, the true carnage of our murder lay revealed.

   Perhaps sensing my emotions, Adrian threw an arm over my shoulders and 
pulled me close. I nuzzled into him. His body was warm and smelled sweat 
and power. Humans burn hot compared to us elves, and I revelled in his 
heat.

   "We should turn back," said Adrian and I felt the rumble of his words in
his chest. "We can spend the night at an inn and begin our journey again 
tomorrow." His grey eyes swept over the goblins. "Perhaps this time we will
have more luck."

   "Lets," I murmured into his chest. "I want a proper bed tonight." I let 
my hand play along his chest and added in a whisper, "Perhaps we can even 
have some fun in it together."

   Using the last of the daylight and Uialon's spectral lantern, I set to 
recovering my arrows and Berk moved from corpse to corpse, searching for 
anything valuable. Goblins weren't crafters, not even in the crude way of 
orcs or kobolds, but they would scavenge their kills for trinkets which 
pricked their evil little minds. A well established band might have grimy 
jewellery still smeared in its owner's blood or weapons yet new enough to 
be serviceable despite the wet and squalid conditions of a goblin borrow.

   In the end, he didn't find much. This goblin burrow seemed new, which 
explained why the local villages hadn't warned us. While Berk scrubbed away
at a twisted copper necklace and a knife mostly gone to rust, I held up one
of my recovered arrows and checked the shaft remained true. The red light 
of the sun shone down the shaft and I smiled. Still good.

                                    ~~~                                    

   It was dark by the time we reached the village of Better's End. The 
others trudged down the road of packed earth. I had a bit more spring in my
step. Call it an elf thing or call it Adrian still clutching me tight, I 
don't know. God I loved my man. He was far, far more than I deserved.

   This was our second visit to Better's End. We had passed through the 
village around mid-afternoon earlier that day, so we knew the layout. 
Uialon and his bobbing lantern led the way through the shadowed streets to 
a large stone and timber inn by the name of the Monk's Repose. A hundred 
years past, it had been a pilgrimage house for the local monastery. That 
monastery was gone now, little more than a ghost haunted ruin lurking on a 
nearby hill, but the inn still stood and maintained a tradition of strong 
doors, good food and soft beds.

   The light above the door still burned and from inside my keen elf ears 
picked up the sound of laughter, drinking and song. Berk shoved the great 
slab of iron banded wood open and we moved inside.

   The door and common room were separated by a narrow foyer, running left 
to right. The guest book sat on a white linen cloth inside a stone nook on 
the far wall. Above it hung the founding bull. We each went through the 
process of signing the monk's peace.

   'Berk Berk's Son,' wrote Berk.

   'Master Uialon,' wrote Uialon.

   'Adrian of Redwine,' wrote Adrian.

   I went last. 'Ilmaquen vix Altorno va Airwe vo Miste.' Translated into 
Common that means something like Dancing Rain from the line of the Red Lady
of the Forest Tribe and the Starlight People. You can see why I tend to 
just go by Miste. Such an abbreviation saves a lot of time.

   The peace signed, we all stamped along the corridor to the inn proper. 
Berk was positively salivating with desire and rubbed his hands together. 
"Nothing like a little action to get the fires of hunger brewing, eh lass?"

   In truth food was near the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to go 
to bed, make love to Adrian until I forgot all about today and then sleep 
until morning. But from his face I could see Adrian was hungry and that was
enough for me.

   "Drinks and keep them coming," shouted Berk, nose just level with the 
bar top, and slapped down a palm full of coins. "We are bonafide travelers,
you ken?"

   "Yes, yes," said the barmaid, a rotund matronly woman, whose greying 
hair was held in a tight bun. "You'll be wanting food too, I'd wager."

   "If you would please," said Adrian with a slight bow, hand resting on 
the pommel of his sword. It showed a silver lion head, the features worn 
soft by frequent handling. "We have had a full day."

   We ate food by the roaring wall fire. It was some sort of mutton stew, 
the tastes harsh and brutal by the refined standards of elvish cooking but 
I had long ago grown use to such succour. Around us other travellers drank,
ate and sang along to the slightly out-of-tune minstrel on a high stool by 
the bar.

   There was talk too. I heard snippets of conversation, pulled at random 
from the chaotic noise of the inn. Farmer Bradshaw had built his cowshed 
from stone salvaged from the old monastery and now all his milk was sour. 
The house-girl up at Rock End's farm had run off with the butcher's boy to 
become adventurers. Brown John's wife was pregnant again despite John being
dead these last six months.

   I made an effort to leave the outside world alone and focus on my 
companions.

   Berk alternated great gulps of stew and the dark local beer. Uialon was 
more dignified. He picked at his stew and the husk of bread that came with 
it like a fisher bird. The description suit him, with his reserved, 
dignified expression and hard aquiline nose, not to mention the way he'd 
suddenly spear out with his knife to skewer a choice morsel. I fell 
somewhere in between the two extremes. Eating, yes, but slowly. I made sure
to enjoy the meal and company. The local beer even had something too it.

   As the night aged, I grew bolder. I reached across Adrian and in doing 
so rubbed up against him, my athletic elf body pressed against his powerful
human form. I scraped my chest down his arm and stole tiny kisses when I 
thought no one was looking. Adrian certainly didn't object to my actions 
and a somewhat lecherous grin spread across his face.

   I flushed too and wore a smile of my own. How wicked was I? How bold? 
Could I be bolder still?

   Heart pounding in my chest, I let my hand drift down his body until it 
settled on his crotch. For a while I just let it sit there, but there was 
more I could do. I started to push down with my fingers and I soon felt him
responding to my ministrations.

   Adrian grew hard beneath my hand. I could feel the steel of his cock and
its heat, as if fresh from the forge. The cloth of his trousers did little 
to block my hand, and I rubbed up and down, up and down. I could see the 
results of my actions on Adrian's face. Tension grew there. He'd bliss out 
mid sentence. He'd leave a chunk of stew hanging mid way to his mouth. 
He'd-

   He grabbed my hand by the wrist and dragged me to my feet.

   "We're going to bed," he said. "We will see everyone tomorrow."

   That said, he practically dragged me to our rooms up stairs. Not that I 
resisted much. Or at all for that matter.

                                    ~~~                                    

   I giggled as I skipped across the floor, shedding an item of clothing 
with each step. Green, brown and earth-tone cloth fell like autumn leaves 
onto the smooth boards of the floor. Next went my knife, unstrung bow and 
arrows. I was naked by the time I reached the bed and I dived onto it.

   The sheets were clean and soft. I rolled onto my back and squirmed my 
naked butt against them. From that position I looked up at Adrian. From his
grin he liked what he saw.

   He growled as he moved forward and almost ripped his clothes off. Belt 
and trousers fell to the ground and then he was on me. His fingers twisted 
with mine and his weight pushed me down. His cock scraped against my inner 
thigh. Then he twisted. Using his superior mass he flipped me round so I 
was on top.

   "If you're so frisky," he growled like a great jungle cat, "you can ride
me."

   Gods, I blushed and sort of looked a way. I could feel his cock against 
my ass. Being on top... Being so open and vulnerable... Those weren't 
things I normally liked but he was right on one thing, I was feeling 
frisky.

   I leavered myself up so I sat across his stomach and looked down at my 
hot sex rubbing against his sculpted abs.

   "Don't look," I whispered, but not so loudly that he might hear and 
actually do what I suggested.

   I looked up into his face. His fierce grey eyes were locked on mine. His
dirty-blonde hair lay scattered on the white pillow. His hard chest and 
harder stomach glimmered with sweat.

   "I love your nipples," he said and reached up. His rough calloused hands
rubbed over my tiny breasts. His fingers tweaked my nipples. He pulled them
and squeezed them. I groaned and rolled my hips in a grinding motion. My 
Adrian was so powerful. So strong. So... So human.

   "I love your breasts," he said as his hands rubbed over my chest and I 
blushed again.

   "No you don't," I said. "They're tiny."

   Tiny was, if anything, an over statement. It would be more accurate to 
say I simply didn't have any. I had the tits and hips of a boy, meaning I 
was utterly flat, save for my large puffy nipples.

   That wasn't uncommon in the wider elven race - we tend towards the 
sylphic and lean bodies of dancers - but my family, the Airwe, the Red 
Women, are an exception. We are touched by the Goddess Sito. We carry her 
blessing of fertility and harvest. Women of the Airwe are wide of hip and 
great of breast. We have many children and carry them easily. We are 
mothers and growers. Lovers and passionate wives. All except me. In a 
family of white, I am the black sheep.

   Adrian deserved someone better than me, but right now I was all he had 
and I would do the best I could.

   I threw my head back and bared myself to him. If he wanted to play with 
my tits he could, even if they weren't worthy of him. At the same time I 
shuffled back a bit, lifted my hips and slipped his long, hard cock into my
aching sex.

   And gods did it feel good.

   I moaned as the hard length of burning flesh sunk into me. It made me 
feel alive. My body sung an erotic song of sensual pleasure. My long, thick
nipples burnt and I ground myself against Adrian's cock.

   Adrian moaned too, though his was more of a manly grunt.

   "You're so beautiful, Miste," he said.

   That wasn't true, but right then I didn't care. I fucked myself against 
Adrian, up and down, and at the end of each down I ground my hips against 
his.

   It was fantastic. I felt alive. I put my hands on his shoulders and I 
could feel his singing arousal too.

   I fucked and fucked until I came my brain's out and then fucked some 
more. I fucked until Adrian spurted himself deep inside me, pulled out, 
sucked him back to life and then fucked him some more.

   It was late in the night when we finally stopped. Under the moon's glow,
we cuddled together and let sleep take us away.

                                    ~~~                                    

   I lay next to Adrian's sleeping form as the first light of dawn filtered
through the window. The warmth of his body filled the bed. He looked so 
peaceful asleep, like an angel. Awake, he was a tiger. All power and 
strength. Now... Now I loved him even more.

   His sandy blonde hair fell over his eyes and I brushed it aside. I gazed
at him. Was he dreaming of me? Did our nights of passion replay inside his 
mind.

   Had he been an elf I could have peered into his mind and read his soul. 
With a connection as strong as ours I could have called to him from half a 
continent away. But he wasn't an elf and I was glad for that. He was human 
and I wouldn't trade that for the world.

   As silently as I could I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor. In 
the golden light of dawn I stretched. Light rolled over my lean but 
powerful body and felt like hot water combined with Adrian's smile.

   My bow lay unstrung against the wall. I picked it up and ran my hands 
over the smooth powerful wood. There was strength there. If only I could be
as strong as my bow, perhaps I would be worthy of Adrian.

   Moving on tip toes, I scurried about the room and retrieved the 
scattered articles of my clothing. My jacket could do with a wash so I left
it off and just dressed in my leggings and loose blouse.

   Decent again, I slipped out of the door and headed for the common room. 
Perhaps the inn had some nice fresh fruit. Adrian would enjoy fresh fruit 
for his breakfast.

   I padded softly down the hall. As I got closer to the common room, my 
keen ears picked up the chatter.

   Most of it was the normal sort.

   There was traveller news: "Did you hear, King Pyth has marched on the 
spawning pits of Agathor."

   There was local gossip: "I hear Old Jack is thinking of selling his 
place and moving to Slice."

   There were the normal lies: "I killed over a hundred acid breathing 
trolls in the jungle-forests of the southern Vind!"

   Then I heard a burst of laughter and my entire world changed.

   Like a spark in mine gas, panic flared in my chest. I sprinted forward, 
dodged around a slow moving guest, kicked off the wall, used the power of 
my leap to fly head first down the stairs, rolled at the base and sprung 
upright just as I entered the common room.

   I froze, not moving, not breathing, not even thinking. A susurration 
spread through the room as everything and everyone fell away. Only two 
people were left: me and Almariel.

   Our eyes met, hers a burning green. Our minds touched.

   'Cousin,' she said in the words-without-words.

   I didn't respond. I couldn't have. It had been so long since I'd spoken 
mind-to-mind. It had been decades since I'd even had the opportunity, since
I'd met an elf who shared the necessary bond of blood or friendship. Even 
if I hadn't been out of practice I doubt I could have reached out to her. 
The shock, the horror, of her being here was too much.

   I pulled back, ripping away the connection she had made and returning to
the real world. She lounged next to the bar, one hand languishing on Berk's
shoulder.

   "Get away from her, Berk," I said in a hushed whisper.

   She looked between my dwarf friend and me, fake astonishment on her 
face. "Berk, darling, you didn't tell me you knew my dear cousin Minte."

   "Minte," said Berk, words slightly slurred by drink. His eyes were red. 
I doubted he'd gone to bed at all. "I kind of like it."

   Gods no. My knees went weak. Tears stung at my eyes; I wanted to die. I 
left home to escape that nickname and the judgement it represented.

   My name was Miste, not Minte. The words were similar but so very far 
apart. Miste meant the beauty of falling rain. It was a noble, graceful 
name, full of nature's wonder. Minte meant small woman. Small. And applied 
to me it could only mean one thing. The blush reached my tiny breasts and 
seemed to intensify there.

   "You have been gone from home for simply too long, cousin dear," she 
said. "We worry about you."

   Footsteps came up behind me and a hand closed on my shoulder. I looked 
back. It was Adrian, hair a mess, shirt undone to show his hard sculpted 
chest.

   "And who is this?" said Almariel, eyes sparkling with delight. She 
sashayed forward, wide womanly hips swaying, the deep valley of her 
cleavage very much on display.

   "I'm Adrian," said Adrian. "Do I know..." He waved his hand between Berk
and I.

   "It is fantastic to meet you, Adrian." She swished passed me and laid 
her hand on his muscular shoulder. "I am Ilmaquen vix Altorno va Airwe vo 
Almariel, though you can just call me Almariel. I'm sure Minte, sorry I 
mean Miste, has told you so much about me."

   Almariel and I were about a height with each other, which meant she was 
half a head shorter than Adrian. She made the difference work for her and 
stared up into his slate grey eyes.

   "I can't say she has," said Adrian, looking confused.

   "She hasn't!" Almariel was all fake shock and long fluttering eyelashes.
"Why cousin, dearest, I could almost think you are ashamed of me."

   Berk waved a drunken hand. The last dregs of drink in his mug sloshed. 
"Our Miste... Um Minte? No Miste, right. Our Miste doesn't talk about her 
family much."

   Almariel tisked and shook her head. In a mock whisper she said, "I think
our Miste is ashamed of us. Well, I am Almariel, daughter of Ettewen, 
sister to Esciel, who is of course Miste's mother. It has been so long 
since I had seen dear Miste that I just had to come catch up."

   "Well, catching up's been great," I lied, "but I'm afraid we don't have 
much time. We are leaving on an important mission as soon as we are up and 
fed."

   "Oh that's simply terrible," said Almariel. "And after I came all this 
way. Is it an awfully important mission?"

   "Tis a mission from the King!" said Berk and slammed an empty mug down 
on the bar. "More beer!"

   "My that does sound important. But perhaps..."

   "What lass?"

   "Well, I suppose, if it is not too much trouble, I could spend a few 
days travelling with you."

   "A pretty thing like you?"

   "I promise." She gave a vulpine grin. "I know how to take care of 
myself."

   "Well," said Adrian. He broke free of Almariel and wrapped me in a 
reverse hug. "Company is always good and family is important. What do you 
say, Miste?"

   "I..." I couldn't explain. How could I tell Adrian of the mockery and 
ridicule. I couldn't explain how I was less than my kin, defective. He was 
already too good for me. If he knew that, if he knew how truly low I was, 
he could never love me.

   Tears stinging my eyes, I nodded my head. "Of course she can join."

                                    ~~~                                    

   We left around mid day, with fresh food, cleaner clothes and a new 
companion.

   Uialon hit things off with Almariel. They walked together, chatting 
about magic, elves and various academic things.

   That left me free to travel with Adrian. I stayed as close to him as I 
could, as if my mere presence could guard him against Almariel. He didn't 
seem to mind and took my increased attentions as a good sign. It was lucky 
none of my companions were women. She would surely have noticed the root of
my actions.

   Finally, though, Adrian ran ahead to discuss the route with Berk and 
Almariel dropped back to talk with me.

   'Quite a hunk, isn't he,' she said mind-to-mind. Only the faintest quirk
of her lip betrayed our conversation. I wasn't anywhere near as reserved.

   A scowl split my face. 'Uialon?' I said with a sinking feeling. The mind
word came stiffly but I managed.

   Almariel smiled like a fox. 'There's no way he could be satisfied with 
someone like you, you know. Come now, Minte. I am being reasonable. I am 
willing to share.'

   Rage blasted threw me. "You touch him and I will kill you!" I shook with
fury and only after a few seconds did I realise I'd drawn my dirk, the 
blade pressed into her stomach.

   She laughed. She laughed like this was some big joke.

   I wanted to cry. I did cry. Tears running down my cheeks, I spun and ran
away.

                                    ~~~                                    

   Almariel made good use of my absence and distressed state. I watched 
through tear stained eyes as she all but hung off Adrian's arm. She laughed
at every little thing he said. She batted her eyes. She swung her wide, 
womanly hips and proffered her full meaty breasts.

   It made me feel sick. It made me want to kill her. It made me want to 
cry. Her words kept echoing through my mind. There's no way he could be 
satisfied with someone like you. There's no way he could be satisfied with 
someone like you. There's no way he could be satisfied with someone like 
you.

   They were terrible, hateful words but I knew they were also true words. 
I looked down at my own boy thin body and up at Almariel's marvellously 
sexy form, so full of Sito's blessing. She was right; Adrian could never 
truly love me over her.

   We passed through the site of the goblin attack and this time didn't 
turn back. The corpses lay much as we'd left them, their black blood too 
toxic for all but the most hardy of carrion scavengers.

   "You must be so brave," crooned Almariel as she lent on Adrian's arm. 
Her eyes stared up at his like a puppy dog's.

   He chuckled, slightly uncomfortable, and rubbed the back of his head. 
"Goblins aren't so bad. And I had help. Your cousin is the best archer I've
ever met."

   That comment leapt through my veins like liquid light. I stood upright 
and tall for the first time in ages. I might not be worthy of him, but 
perhaps Adrian could love me all the same.

   The first thing I did when we stopped for the night was grab Adrian by 
his hand and drag him to a secluded section of our camp, where the shadows 
of several large trees would give us some privacy. "Come on," I said, face 
set.

   "Um," he replied and threw a glance at the rest of our companions. "What
are we doing?"

   "You are going to fuck me," I said. The word sparked like spice on my 
tongue.

   I shoved him to the ground and then dropped to my knees after him. The 
ground was wet but I didn't care. I ripped open his belt and pulled his 
cock loose.

   The cock felt alive in my hands, full of promised power. It was long but
still only semi-hard, so I gobbled it into my mouth and sucked for all I 
was worth. Tongue twirling, I bobbed up and down. His thick musky scent 
filled my mouth and nose.

   Once he was hard, I pulled my mouth off his glistening cock and lay back
on the grass.

   "Fuck me," I said.

   "Um?" he said.

   "Fuck me!"

   He took the hint and moved on top of me. His cock speared my sex and I 
almost came right then.

   "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted and he did exactly that.

   He pounded into my body. My worthless body. My skinny, boyish, titless 
body. His penis split me apart. It battered my insides. I sung with 
pleasure I didn't deserve.

   Adrian's face hung above me, mouth half open as he grunted with effort. 
I couldn't look at him. I didn't deserve him.

   I closed my eyes, scrunched them shut and tried to will away the pain, 
but it didn't work. An unwelcome visitor invaded my mind from the depths of
my own repressed thoughts.

   I saw Almariel in all her glory. She was naked, skyclad before the 
Goddess Sito. Her sex sat between her graceful legs, which were framed by 
her wide hips. Her great, perfectly formed breasts were high and perky. Her
skin was silk smooth and so very pale, as if never kissed by sun light. Her
copper-red hair fell down her back in a waterfall wave.

   And-And-

   No!

   Adrian was there. He kissed Almariel, pulling her perfect lips and 
vulpine face to his. Their faces mashed together, hot with passion. Adrian 
was ravenous, like a hungry tiger. He was finally with a woman worthy of 
him.

   He shoved her back onto the soft ground and Almariel let out a burst of 
deep, heartfelt laughter. Then he was on her.

   His rock hard diamond cock speared her body just as in real life he 
speared mine. They fucked, oh how they fucked. He battered her. So hard. So
powerful. So dominant. One agonisingly long stroke disappeared into her 
body after another. His ass danced in the air, up and down, up and down, as
he plundered her depths.

   Her long, powerful legs wrapped around his ass and yanked him deep as he
spent himself in her oh-so-fertile, goddess blessed womb. His body jerked, 
once, twice, three times and then lay still.

   And- And-

   I came so hard. It rolled through my body like a storm. My sex spasmed 
around Adrian's cock, clenching oh-so-tight. Adrian gave one final thrust, 
ground his hips against mine and spurted boiling cum into my body.

   In my mind's eye, Adrian and Almariel cuddled together in a lover's 
embrace.

   I exited out of my orgasm crying softly. Adrian was holding me tight, 
whispering soft nothings in my ear. This wasn't the first time I'd cried 
during sex but it was the first in many years. I thought I was past this. I
thought I had grown.

   Movement caught my eye and I saw Almariel grinning at my desperate 
coupling. Her green eyes danced with fire.

                                    ~~~                                    

   The next morning we resumed our journey. We were a small group but a 
close one - Adrian, Berk, Uialon and I. Almariel had slipped in well, 
effortlessly likeable whether engaged in discourse with Uialon, drinking 
with Berk or subtly flirting with Adrian.

   It was me who was left out. It seemed almost like she was displacing me.
Stealing my place with my friends even as she stole the heart of my man. I 
lurked at the back of the group, alone and kept that way by the brooding 
black storm cloud over my head.

   Every time Almariel so much as spoke to Adrian a spike a fear shot 
through my heart. Visions of my horrible sex fantasy filled my mind. I 
could barely look at Adrian without imagining him naked and fucking 
Almariel. His long hard cock spearing her body. Her shapely legs digging 
into his ass as she pulled him tight. Their mouths and lips locked together
as they kissed the world away.

   By midday we were out of the goblin woods and beginning on the foothills
of the Copper Stream Mountains. Though high in places, our journey wasn't 
overly onerous. Ancient primordial forces had lowered the mountains to 
small hills in this area and even those hills had passes and valleys which 
eased passage.

   As we moved on, rocky walls showed the marks of ice giant swords. Up a 
head I could just see the smoke of Jackson's Town, a mining village that 
sat astride the mountains. Four, five more hours and we would be there.

   As the walls of grey rock grew high and the shadows deeper, I stopped to
string my bow. The wood strained against me as I forced it to bend but I 
mastered it and hooked the string home.

   If there was one good side to my black sheep status, it was my archery. 
No way could Almariel pull a bow as easily as me, not without cutting off a
breast like the wild Ainia peoples of the Basin Sea.

   As I looked up from my bow, I caught a glimpse of movement. A great grey
shape with black shiny eyes looked down at us from a ledge high on a cliff 
wall.

   "Troll!" I yelled and drew an arrow. I loosed but the troll was too 
fast. My arrow sparked against rock just after the troll leapt from its 
ledge, caught a rocky outcrop with one long, outsized arm, swung, dropped 
again and landed in our midst.

   It roared, mouth wide to display its great fangs. Trolls are huge 
violent hunters, and this one was no exception. It was taller than any man,
with great long arms that scraped the ground and stony skin, able to turn 
all but the most powerful blows.

   It lashed out with its arm and sent Berk flying. The dwarf hit the cliff
wall with a curse but was soon on his feet. "So ye want to rumble, eh 
laddie?" He unslung his great war hammer.

   Adrian whipped his sword from his scabbard and it shone like a sliver of
silver in the clear mountain sun. He sliced out and sparks flew where the 
keen blade met living stone.

   The troll turned on Adrian but Uialon was ready first. "By the Ever 
Dreaming Storm Of Lost Anu!" he shouted and a ball of crackling lightning 
burst from his hands. The light was blinding and even with my eyes clenched
shut I saw slashes of white and dancing violet. I heard the ball hit the 
troll and it screamed in pain. I forced open my eyes. Smoke wisped up from 
the beast's stony skin but it didn't stop advancing.

   I drew an arrow, pulled back until I felt the strain thrumming through 
my arm and loosed. It slashed out and skittered uselessly from the stone 
skin of the troll's shoulder. I shot again. This shot didn't bounce off but
lodged in a rocky gap, only a few inches deep. My hands shook. I couldn't 
stop this monster. Nothing I did worked.

   Then Almariel was there. She'd stripped naked and donned a set of bells 
and copper finger cymbals, marked with strange sigils. She flicked her hips
left. The bells rang. She clapped the cymbals. She flicked her lips right. 
The bells rang. She clapped the cymbals again.

   A potency built in the air. Then-

   Her body shimmered and transformed. She bulged and expanded. Dense black
hair grew in a tide from her skin. She fell onto all-fours as great taloned
claws grew from her hands and feet. Fangs appeared from her mouth. Within 
moments she had become a great brooding bear.

   The bear roared in challenge. The troll screamed right back. And then 
they were charging each other.

   The bear swiped with her paw, force enough to rip the head from a man. 
The troll caught the blow on its shoulder and was slammed down into the 
ground. The bear sprang on it like a pouncing cat but the troll bore up 
with its powerful legs and flipped the bear right over its head.

   The Almariel-bear hit the ground with a fleshy thud. At the same time a 
recovered Berk and an angry Adrian advanced on the troll, weapons out. Berk
smashed down with his hammer and the troll screamed. Adrian slashed out but
managed only sparks.

   "By the Six Sacred Sigils of Ala!" screamed Uialon. Ethereal winds 
battered his long silver hair and robe. Under his command, magic gathered 
in the sky. It boiled in puissant fury, reached a tipping point and a spear
of fire blasted down. The focused inferno completely consumed the troll. 
Through slitted eyes, all I could see was a blackened writhing outline.

   Could this have done it? Trolls were notoriously hard to kill but 
against such force... Could anything survive. I nocked and drew an arrow. 
Better to be sure.

   The troll charged from the column of immolating fury. Its body was 
charred cinder-black and acrid smoke billed from its still smouldering 
skin. Its eyes still shone as black and evil as ever.

   I loosed my arrow and it sunk deep into the beast's gut. The troll 
barely seemed to notice.

   Berk spun his hammer but the troll caught the blow in its blackened 
stony hand. Face racked with pain, it stopped the strike dead and then 
struck out. Dwarf and hammer went flying for a second time.

   It bore down on Adrian, who raised his sword in a futile guard. The 
troll towered over him, so big, so powerful. Each of its great hands ended 
in long sharp claws.

   I had to act. I had to save Adrian. Even if he could never love me. Even
if he'd be happier with a complete woman like Almariel.

   Hands shaking, I drew an arrow, nocked and drew taught. The eye. It had 
to be the eye. Only there would I have a chance to put the troll down once 
and for all.

   Visions of Adrian making beautiful love to Almariel filled my mind. Of 
his cock sliding into her velvet sex. Of him suckling on her great breasts.
Of his hands rubbing over her body, exploring every inch. I pushed them 
aside, sighted and loosed. I shot as only an elf could.

   The arrow flew right for its target, heading straight for the troll's 
head, and...

   Missed.

   The arrow sparked off the troll's pronounced brow. The monster didn't 
even notice.

   The troll struck out. Its great bloody hand tore past Adrian's sword and
bit deep into his flesh.

   "No!" I screamed and shot again. The arrow thudded into the troll's 
flesh, even as Adrian's limp body toppled towards the ground. I shot a 
second time before he hit and a third before his limbs settled.

   A forest of arrows stuck from the troll's body but it wasn't enough. Not
nearly enough.

   The troll was burnt, battered and bleeding, yet still it loped forward. 
Thick blood oozed around the arrow shafts that pierced its flesh. It closed
on Uialon, who's hands glowed with polychromatic fires as he franticly 
worked on a spell able to finish the beast.

   With a deafening roar, Almariel, still in her bear form, leapt on the 
troll from behind. Her great forepaws bore the beast to the ground and she 
ripped the back of the troll's neck out with her massive teeth. Black 
ichorous blood and charred flesh sprayed out in a gory shower. She bit 
again and this time her powerful jaws ripped the troll's head clear off. 
Ligaments snapped, charred skin tore and bones snapped. The troll died.

   Almariel shimmered as if in a heat haze and her bear body boiled away. 
Her true elf form reappeared and she rushed towards the injured Adrian. 
Adrian lay in a pool of blood, his chest torn open.

   I collapsed to my knees. This was all my fault. If I'd made my shot, if 
I'd killed the troll, Adrian wouldn't be dying right now. If, if, if. Tears
gathered in my eyes. My body shook. I'd killed him. I'd murdered him. I was
worthless, less than worthless.

   Berk staggered to his feet, rubbing his head. "My head," he moaned. 
"What hit me?" I didn't care.

   Light bathed Almariel's body as she pressed her naked form onto Adrian. 
I didn't care.

   I'd killed the man I thought I loved. I was a monster. I was a freak. I 
was everything my family ever said or implied. Every snide comment and 
look, I deserved every one. I was a black sheep in every way. Poison.

   I don't know how long I just knelt there, clutching my bow and dead to 
the world. Finally Almariel pulled away from Adrian. Crimson red blood 
stained her naked chest. It smeared her breasts and stained her stomach.

   "I've stabilized his condition but his wounds are still grave," she 
said, breath heavy. Not even those words roused me. She looked from Berk, 
to Uialon, to me. "We need to reach the village. I need reagents I don't 
have here if I'm to transmute blood for him."

   "Lass," said Berk, his hand on my shoulder.

   I ignored him.

   "Lass we need to go. He needs you."

   I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

   Almariel wasn't so gentle.

   'Stand,' she shouted at me in the words-without-words.

   Like an automaton I did.

   'Now help!'

   I did that too.

                                    ~~~                                    

   I don't remember the journey to Jackson's Town, and I only have faint 
memories of what we did when we got there - the frantic search for herbs 
and fresh fruits, the hunt for an unblemished cow for sacrifice, the 
cleansing of the room, the bloody ritual Almariel led where she cut the 
calf's throat and gave its transmuted blood to Adrian so that he might be 
strong again.

   I really only came back to myself days later, when Adrian rose from his 
ensorcelled sleep. I doted on him pathetically. Everything he could want. 
Everything he could ask for. And each moment of it killed me. I now 
recognised his love as the lie it was. I knew he must hate me for my 
failure. For letting him get hurt like this. No matter his words, I knew 
the truth.

   And Almariel was there of course. She'd saved him. She'd killed the 
troll where I'd failed and undid my mistake using the blessing of the 
Goddess Sito, the very blessing I'd been denied. She and only she was 
worthy of Adrian.

   So when, a week after we arrived in Jackson's Town, Almariel asked me to
find Adrian and send him to her chambers in the inn, I didn't object. Even 
when I saw the fire burning in her green eyes. Even when I saw the smile on
her lips.

   I watched him walk to the inn, completely ignorant of what was to come, 
to what he deserved.

   I waited a few minutes, then followed. As quietly as I could I climbed 
the stairs and padded up to the door. Muted voices came from the other 
side. I pushed it open.

   "Miste!" Adrian broke the kiss and looked up, panic in his eyes. "This 
isn't what it looks like. I'd never. I mean, only with you."

   "Fuck her," I said in a dead whisper.

   Adrian stepped forward, hand out stretched for me. Behind him Almariel 
lounged naked on the bed, one hand playing lightly with her sex. She 
twisted one of her copper pubic curls around her index finger.

   I jerked back, tears in my eyes. "I said fuck. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck 
her." This would make him happy. This was what he deserved. This is what I 
deserved.

   "Miste, please," he said.

   "Minte."

   "What?"

   "Call me." I swallowed, throat dry. "Call me Minte."

   "But-"

   "Minte!"

   "Okay, Minte." It almost killed me to hear him call me that. "Please 
talk to me."

   "Just fuck her. I'm telling you to fuck her. You don't love me. You 
could never love me. So just fuck her and be happy! She's beautiful, gods 
damn it." I was sobbing, tears staining my cheecks, my whole body shaking. 
"She's beautiful."

   "I love you," he said.

   "No you don't!" I screamed. "You can't love me and if you did you would 
make love to her. Don't you get it. I almost let you die. You'd be dead if 
she'd not been here. I'm broken, defective. I'm just a black sheep, so take
what you deserve. She saved you. I killed you. She saved you and I killed 
you."

   I shoved him hard and he stumbled back towards the bed. He honestly 
looked a little shocked at my show of force, and not just because I made it
at all. Us elves are strong but it was seldom I showed my true strength to 
him.

   "She wants this," said Almariel in a sensual whisper that filled the 
room. "She needs this." Her fingers split her sex open and the pungent 
aroma of her arousal filled the room.

   "I-" said Adrian shot panicked looked between me and Almariel.

   "Fuck her!" I shouted, eyes red.

   "Fuck me," said Almariel, voice filled with all of Sito's passion.

   He did as bid.

   Adrian clambered onto the bed and Almariel pushed him onto his back, 
positioned so his back rested against the headboard. Her dancing fingers 
slipped open his trousers and pulled them off. She took his cock in her 
hands and laid a tiny kiss upon its head. It sprung at once to full life, 
so hard it seemed to strain for the sky.

   Adrian groaned, and I felt my own sex quicken.

   She leaned forward and whispered, "I am so going to enjoy this." Despite
the cast to her voice, I heard every word.

   She mounted him backwards, body upright and facing me. Adrian's cock 
split her open. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she began to pump up and down.

   'I told you there's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you,'
she said in the words-without-words. 'Not you, with your tiny tits and 
fucked up attitude. The Goddess forsook you for a reason; She saw your 
future and laid her curse. And Goddess is he good. His cock almost splits 
me open.'

   Sobbing, I slipped a hand to my sex and started to masturbate. Flashes 
of sickly heat ran across my skin. My non existent tits blazed with sexual 
heat and burning shame.

   'This is my best in years,' said Almariel. Her great perfectly formed 
breasts rolled with each pump, which were coming faster and faster now. A 
glow of life infused her body. I could see the flush of her arousal. Her 
pupils were large and dilated. Her lips were fat and plump. Blood filled 
her nether lips.

   She battered her body up and down as she fucked Adrian as hard as I ever
had. They were both groaning and moaning. The noises of sex filled the 
room. I fucked myself faster. I could feel the gathering power, the 
energies of life, sex and pleasure.

   They fucked and fucked. I fucked and fucked. I stabbed my hole with my 
fingers, almost violent, as if the pain could block out my tears. I was 
sick, dirty. No wonder the man I loved was fucking another woman. I was 
wrong, a black sheep, crippled.

   'He's going to come soon, Minte,' she said to me. 'Then he'll never be 
yours again. Even if I do grow bored, I'll always be there in his heart.' 
Then she added aloud, "Mmm, lover. Almost there. Just a bit more. Just a 
bit more."

   She fucked down and Adrian fucked up. Their bodies shook at the power of
their lovemaking. The bed jumped on the floor with every impact.

   They were going to cum. I was going to cum. We were all going to cum in 
a sick twisted orgy.

   I saw the flush run over Almariel skin. I saw the tensing in Adrian's 
body. I felt the tightening power in my own sex.

   We all came together, long and ever so hard. It was like our orgasms fed
each other. I felt a ghostly cock spearing my depths. I felt breasts I 
didn't have. I felt alive and completed and utterly debased.

   When at last our climaxes abated, Almariel smiled and looked me in the 
eyes. She leavered herself off of Adrian and sat on the bed, legs spread 
wide. Her sex was angry red from the hard fucking. A trail of white cum 
oozed from its depths.

   'Now come lick me clean.'

   Crying, I crawled forward and began licking at her sex. More of Adrian's
cum dribbled out and I licked that too.

   'I said I would share, didn't I?'