Tethren huffed for breath as he slowly advanced down the fencing strip towards the white clad opponent standing a few feet away. He tested his opponents guards with a few quick feints to the head and chest. His slashes were quickly parried and he had to retreat hastily with a clumsy counterattack to keep from being scored against.

“You’re pretty good,” he said, using a breather in the match to look his opponent up and down. The tight fencing vest highlighted his opponents exquisitely shaped breasts and the tight breeches she wore exposed an enticing view of shapely calf. “What are you doing after this?”

Tethren received no answer other than a furious barrage of attacks and feints that pushed him all the way to the end of the fencing strip. He counterattacked and had to jump backwards to avoid a whistling slash to his arm. Horribly off balance, he couldn’t avoid the cut to his mask that sent him toppling backwards.

“Thanks for the match,” Laurana said as she pulled her mask off and shook out her golden hair. Locks of her hair were plastered by sweat to her forehead and neck as she leaned over to offer her hand to Tethren.

“Your welcome,” he said as he ogled her body and slowly stood. He stretched and moved close enough to Laurana to put his arm companionably over her shoulder. He was about to run his hand down her back to fondle her bottom when she pulled away and glared at him. “Hey, sorry,” he said charmingly. “Just trying to be friendly.”

Laurana gave him a withering stare as she turned and walked to the sword rack standing against one of the mirrored walls of the fencing studio. She dropped her saber into the rack and watched the rest of the studio in the reflection from the mirrors that covered three of the four walls from floor to ceiling.
 
 

Sylara ran a hand through her hair as she walked up to the fencing studio’s door. It had been years since she had been back to Palanthas. “Time to meet the old gang,” she said to herself as she stepped through the door.

She froze when she saw Laurana standing across the room, wiping her face with a towel. Sylara leered at the way Laurana’s fencing outfit clung to her body, outlining all of her delicious curves. Sylara was eagerly eying Laurana’s bottom when the elf woman started to turn around.
 
 

Laurana looked up at the sound of the door slamming shut. No one was there but it didn’t appear as if any of the other fencers had left either. She shrugged to herself and turned to retrieve her bag before heading back to the inn.
 
 

“Tethren! Over here!” Tethren heard someone hiss. He turned and squinted into the dim alley by the side of the road.

“Sylara? Is that you? It’s been years,” he said as a black robed figure walked out of the alley slowly, a large portfolio clutched under one arm. “Last I heard, you went off to join the Dragonarmies.”

“I did that for a while,” Sylara said, her head turning from side to side quickly. “Is that elf woman, Laurana, still in there?”

“What? Yes, I guess. She comes in every day about an hour before closing and stays still then.” Tethren raised an eyebrow as Sylara did a mad little dance on the sidewalk before hugging him tightly.

“Are you going to be here tomorrow? Yes? Good, just make sure that she stays until closing.”

“Well what for, Sylara?”

“How would you like to sample her charms?” Sylara said with a malevolent grin.

“Quite a lot, Sylara dear, but I’m not one to rape women, unlike you. As much as it pains me to say this, if you try to knock her over the head before you drag her off, I’m going to have to stop you.”

“So you can be the full recipient of her gratitude?” Sylara said with a smile.

“Of course, Sylara dear.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be rape. In fact, she’ll please us willingly. Just make sure she’s here.”
 
 

Sylara shifted on the waiting room couch and shifted the neckline of her dark blue blouse down an inch. Her fingers tapped out a steady rhythm on the portfolio resting on her lap as she looked around the waiting room again.

“Err...Sylara, um, Darksdaughter?” a skinny elf dressed as a clerk called out from a door at the other end of the waiting room.

“Yes?” Sylara said as she stood and slowly walked over to him, her hips sliding from side to side.

“Why- why don’t you come into my office?” the elf said as he pushed up his spectacles and led the way down a hallway to a small office. “Have a seat.”

Sylara sat in a rather tattered but still well padded chair in front of the desk, making sure to cross her legs slowly and sensually, her skirt accidentally riding up her calf. “I’ve looked over your submission,” the elf continued. “I’m not sure if I understand what it is that you’re trying to sell us.”

“A brand new idea,” Sylara purred as she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the desk. She smiled when she saw the elf’s eyes flick down to her cleavage and then back to her face.

“Yes, well,” the elf said in a high-pitched voice. “While your art is very nice, I don’t quite understand how it works with the articles and stories you submitted with them. There isn’t enough of any of it to be published as a book on its own.”

“That’s the brand new idea!” Sylara said as she stood and moved to sit on the edge of the elf’s desk. “We put them together in one package.”

“So this picture of, um, the Golden General in her-” he paused and flushed, “armor would go where?”

Sylara reached down and picked up the heavy rectangle of paper. She let herself indulge in studying the picture, a fine piece by the best painter in Palanthas. Laurana lay sprawled on the white sheets of a sumptuous bed wearing only a few pieces of her armor. Her golden skin had been captured perfectly as had the mouth-watering curves of her waist and hip. “That would go on the cover,” Sylara finally said.

“Yes, and the title you wanted was-”

“Playelf.”

“I don’t know if I understand what you mean by that.”

“It just sounded good to me.”

“Forgetting the issue of the title, I don’t know if the publishing house is willing to publish the content of your book.”

“Why not?” Sylara said quietly as she leaned closer to the elf.

“ ‘S-sexual secrets of the Golden General? We find out what marching orders this general follows’?” the elf read from one of the articles. “Or, ‘Alhana and Porthios: We dig deep to find the steamy secrets
of their wedding night?’”

“I think the public would be interested in reading about such famous people.”

“Maybe, but ‘Dalamar the Dark: We find out what Palanthas’s most eligible bachelor wears under his robes?’”

“I personally know dozens of women who would kill to find out,” Sylara said solemnly.

“That’s not the point, Dalamar would turn this building into a smoking pit if he knew we published that.”

“So you don’t want to publish any of it?” Sylara said in a quivering voice as she leaned forward over the desk until her breasts were almost pressing against the elf’s face.

“I-I can ask the management to review your proposal,” the elf said, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat dripping down his forehead. “If you’ll just leave some of those pictures for further perusal.”

“Thank you so very much,” Sylara said with a wide smile as she slinked off the desk and placed several pictures from her portfolio on the desk. “When should I call again?”

“A week?” the elf said in a distracted voice as he stared at a picture of Laurana wearing nothing but her plumed helmet as she posed with a riding crop. He quickly moved it to the bottom of the pile and was greeted by a picture of Laurana lounging in a steaming bath. “I’ll have an answer by then, I’m sure.”

“I do so appreciate your time,” Sylara said with a longing look as she walked towards the door. “If it does get published, perhaps we can go...celebrate?”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful,” the elf said quickly as he opened the door for her. Sylara blew him a kiss and watched him turn an even deeper shade of scarlet before she walked back out through the waiting room and onto the streets of Palanthas. A quick glance at a clock tower showed that she only had half an hour until the fencing studio closed.

“What a wonderful day,” she laughed to herself as she set off at a brisk pace towards the studio.
 
 

“I don’t belive you, Tethren,” Rewin said as he leaned back in the tavern’s booth and idly ran his hand up the thigh of his female companion. “An elf?”

“Really, Tethy, dear,” the woman said as she shifted in her seat to allow Rewin better access to her. “Do you expect us to believe that you can seduce an elf you barely know?”

“Bella is right,” said another woman walking up to the booth and sitting on the other side of Rewin. “You simply cannot seduce the women, they are as frigid as the Ice Nomads.”

“Too right, Ophena, darling,” Bella said with a sultry laugh.

“Sylara is arranging it,” Tethren said calmly. He grinned at the sudden expressions of interest on the booth’s occupants.

“Sylara is back in town?” Rewin said. “My, my, we may just have to go.”
 
 

“One more match, please?” Tethren begged as Laurana placed her saber back in the rack.

“It’s almost time for the studio to close,” she said as she wiped her face with a towel. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

“Please? I have the key, I borrowed it from the owner. We can stay here as late as we want to.”

“Listen, it can wa-” Laurana began to say when she glanced over towards the women’s changing room and froze. “What are you doing here!?” she yelled as Sylara sauntered out of the room dressed in a
full fencing uniform.

“I’m here to fence,” Sylara said innocently as the ten or so other fencers stopped their cleaning up to watch the two women.

“No, you’re not,” Laurana said as Sylara walked over to her. “You’ve got some plan in mind. Well I won’t have any part of it, I’m leaving.”

“Please, Laurana!” Sylara said as Laurana began to stride towards the door. “Just fence me once, if you win I’ll leave you alone for as long as you want.”

“And if I lose?” Laurana said as she stopped walking and turned towards Sylara.

“Well then, you have to be my slave for a week, of course,” Sylara said with a smile.

“Do you swear by all the gods and your life that you’ll follow your promise?”

“I do. Do you swear by Tanis’s name that you’ll follow yours?” Sylara flinched at Laurana’s expression and stepped back quickly.

“I do,” Laurana said grimly as she picked up her saber and mask. “Two touches ends the bout,” she said as she walked over to a fencing strip and put on her mask.

“Did you do everything I asked you to?” Sylara asked Tethren as she picked out a saber and mask.

“Yes, I switched her usual vest and I let that gnome in this morning, what do you have in mind?”

“Just watch and see,” Sylara said with a leer as she put on her mask and took her place opposite Laurana. Sylara was so preoccupied with staring at Laurana’s breasts that she nearly failed to notice the elf’s opening attack. The human cleric was forced back along the strip under a barrage of attacks and feints that she barely managed to avoid. She was just about to back off the strip when Laurana slapped the guard of her saber and sent it flying into the air, slashing one more time to score a point before the weapon hit the ground.

“Wow,” Tethren said as Sylara stooped to pick up her weapon and took her place back on the strip. Again Laurana launched a volley of attacks only this time they seemed sluggish and Sylara easily parried them, finally finding a hole in Laurana’s defense and scoring on her arm.

Both fencers were breathing heavily as they clashed for the final point. Laurana seemed destined to win when her blade wobbled in midair and dipped downward for one fatal second, allowing Sylara to reach in and score by slashing along Laurana’s vest.

“And the match goes to me!” Sylara crowed as she took off her helmet and beamed at Laurana.

“How...how did you manage to beat me?” Laurana stammered in amazement. “How!?” she growled. The room fell silent as Laurana removed her mask and glared at Sylara.

“So what are you going to do with me?” Laurana said in a low voice as she turned and dropped her saber into the rack.

“What do you think, my dear?” Sylara said as she walked up behind Laurana and embraced the elf in a tight hug, her hands wandering up Laurana’s sides to cup her breasts. Laurana hissed and reached up to yank off Sylara’s hands when the cleric said, “Remember your oath.”

Laurana hesitated for a moment before her shoulders drooped and she let her hands drop. “That’s better,” Sylara said into her ear. Laurana winced and jerked away as Sylara nibbled up her ear from her earlobe to the delicately pointed tip. “We’re going to have so much fun together!” Sylara said excitedly.

Laurana looked up into the mirrored wall and saw Sylara beaming at her from over her shoulder. Behind Sylara she saw the rest of the fencers staring at the two of them and blushed furiously.

“Can we at least go somewhere private?” Laurana whispered harshly.

“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” Sylara said in a mocking voice as she continued to caress Laurana’s breasts. Laurana drew in a sharp breath of air and turned her head to the side when Sylara pulled open the snaps of her vest and yanked the vest down her arms and off her body. Laurana could hear the other fencers muttering in appreciation at the sight of her breasts, barely covered only by a thin cotton chemise soaked with sweat, in the mirror. “Do you like fucking in public?” Sylara said in malicious glee as she half-turned Laurana and gently pinched her right nipple.

“You bitch,” Laurana said, bitter tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. I should have never agreed, she thought to herself. But I was sure that Sylara was just being insane as usual.

“Alright, everyone out,” Tethren yelled and began to herd the reluctant fencers out the door. Laurana watched in relief as they left, at least she wouldn’t be forced to perform for the public. Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw Tethren usher in two women and a man, all dressed in the rich clothing of spoiled nobles. One woman was tall and quite voluptuous while the other was a bit shorter and on the skinny side. Both of them were impressively endowed and their shoulder length hair was dyed an identical shade of red. The man had a small scar down his right cheek and had a chin covered in blond stubble.

“Who are they?” Laurana asked, gasping sharply as Sylara worked one hand down her breeches. “Stop it!” she yelled as Sylara began to work her hand into Laurana’s underwear. “Please,” she moaned as Sylara curled one finger into her and began to press herself against Laurana’s back.

“Friends of mine,” Sylara said with a grin. “They’re going to play with us.”

“No. Oh, no,” Laurana said as the new arrivals walked over with Tethren and looked her up and down. The elf woman crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to turn away, only to be stopped by Sylara.

“Quite a catch you have there, Syl, old dear,” the new man said. “Are you going to share?”

“Of course,” Sylara said with a smile. She gave Laurana’s breasts one last squeeze and stepped back. Laurana couldn’t help the surprised gasp she gave when Sylara yanked down her breeches, leaving her standing dressed only in her chemise and underwear.

Laurana blushed and stared at the far wall as one of the new women whistled softly and walked over to her. The woman ran her hands over Laurana’s shoulders and breasts before roughly grabbing Laurana’s bottom.

“Don’t touch me!” Laurana snapped as she knocked the woman’s hands away.

“I do think she’s going to run,” the woman said with a smile as Laurana tensed her body. “No, she won’t,” Sylara said with a smile. “But just in case, did you bring the kit?” “Just like old times, eh, Sylara?” the new man said as he set a small valise on the ground and opened it. He pulled forth two lengths of silk scarves which Sylara took eagerly.

“No, absolutely not,” Laurana said, shaking her head furiously as Sylara approached her.

“Remember your promise,” Sylara said. “You swore on the name of your late husband.”

“You cheated!” Laurana said in what she knew was a pathetically desperate voice. She couldn’t figure out any way that Sylara would have been able to cheat now that magic had disappeared.

“How?” Sylara said as she backed Laurana up to the sword rack.

“I-I don’t know, but you did,” Laurana said, cursing herself as she felt her eyes filling with hopeless tears of despair. Sylara only smiled back and gently took one of her wrists, kissing the soft skin of the inside before beginning to wrap the scarf around it.

“You’re acting like a spoiled little girl,” Sylara said in Laurana’s ear. The human woman smiled at the sound of Laurana’s sudden intake of breath. Sylara glanced into the mirror and saw Laurana’s face flush with shame as the elf woman stared at the floor. “I should introduce you,” Sylara said as she began to tie Laurana’s wrists to the sword rack, leaving enough space so that a person could stand between Laurana and the mirrored wall. “The women are Bella and Ophena. The man there is Tethren and the other is Rewin.”

Sylara stood back and studied her handiwork. Laurana stood facing the mirrored wall, both wrists tied by a length of silk scarf to the wooden sword rack. Her golden hair spilled in a tumbling waterfall down her back over the sweat damp chemise she wore. With two quick tugs Laurana’s chemise and underwear were nothing but shreds of cloth fluttering to the floor, leaving her wearing only the soft shoes she wore for fencing.

“So who gets her first?” Rewin asked.

“You’re being so greedy, Rewin,” Bella said as she began to step out of her dress. “There’s all the time in the world.” She stepped up behind Laurana and reached down between Laurana’s clenched thighs. Laurana gritted her teeth as she felt the woman’s fingers force their way into her quim. A single tear of humiliation worked its way down her cheek as she struggled to get away from the human woman.

Bella seized Laurana around the waist with her free arm and leisurely licked the elf woman’s neck before sucking hungrily. She rubbed her bare breasts against Laurana’s back as she worked her fingers deeper into the elf’s quim. Laurana groaned as Bella pulled her fingers free and brought them up to show to the others. “Already wet,” Bella said with a smirk before slowly licking the juices from her fingers. “All the time in the world.”

“I agree,” Ophena said as she leisurely undid the laces on her dress before letting it slide to the ground. She stretched and ran her hands over her bare breasts down to the lacy red garter belt and stockings she wore. “Why don’t we let Tethren and Sylara have her first? They are the ones who organized this lovely feast for us, after all.”
 
 

Kazarss stopped in the middle of the street and turned the map he held upside down. Or was it rightside up? He couldn’t tell and the scribbled directions that Sylara had left him didn’t help him in finding the inn. She had taken off in the middle of the night from the last inn they had stayed in a days journey from Palanthas. He flipped the map around again and set off down a side street.

“Cursed gloves,” he said as he scratched at his hand. He had been forced to cover himself almost completely to sneak into the city. No one had any fondness for draconians here although luckily they didn’t seem too intent on finding them either. His snout was itching horribly underneath the scarf he had wrapped around his face.

He finally stopped in front of dingy looking inn with a weatherworn sign featuring a nude woman astride- he paused and tilted his head. Some sort of humanoid was all he could figure out.

“Inn of the Accepting Wench,” he read and glanced down at the map. According to Sylara, this was the best place in all of Palanthas to stay. He considered looking for another inn but the sky was growing dark and he could feel his stomach growling. Well, he’d see what the food was like before deciding to get a room or not. Following the admittedly delicious smells drifting from the inn, he pushed open the door and entered into the crowded, noisy, common room. He could only hope that a place like this wouldn’t turn away a draconian with steel in his pouch.
 
 

Laurana gasped and tried not to look in the mirror as Bella’s skilled tongue began to play over her quim. Laurana tried to move her hips away from the tall woman, but that only pushed them back towards Tethren’s cock as he rubbed it over her bottom. Despite herself she found herself looking back into the mirror.

It was like looking at another person, almost. Laurana could see the back of Bella’s head as the woman knelt in front of her and slowly licked at her quim. At the same time she could see Tethren’s hungry expression and feel him as he pressed himself against her. Worse than that was the gleeful expression of Sylara as she watched Laurana in the mirror. But far worse than any of that was being able to see the flickers of pleasure that crossed her own face at Bella’s touch.

“What to do, what to do?” Tethren mused as he slid his cock between Laurana’s cheeks and rubbed it against her quim, feeling the warm wetness of Bella’s spittle. “What would you prefer?” he said into Laurana’s ear.

Laurana started to say something and gasped as Sylara bent her head down and began to suck on Laurana’s left breast. The human cleric seized Laurana’s warm flesh with both hands and began to knead and squeeze furiously as she suckled. Laurana moaned and tilted her head back as Ophena began to kiss the top of her right breast while reaching down to stroke Laurana’s bottom. “Well,” Tethren said, “it seems Bella is occupied with your quim so I suppose I shall settle for this delectable ass of yours.”

“No,” Laurana said in horror as she felt hands spreading the cheeks of her bottom. “Don’t!” Laurana looked straight into the mirror and could see Tethren staring right back at her as he licked the side of her neck and softly bit her there. Her eyes widened in horror as he pressed the head of his cock against her ass and she closed her eyes to avoid the mirth on Tethren’s face.

Laurana managed to whimper something incomprehensible as Tethren slowly guided his cock into her ass. She tossed her head from side to side, her hair whipping across his face as she bucked her hips forward into Bella’s mouth to escape his cock. The golden haired elf cried out as Tethren’s cock slipped into her and began to slowly, inch by painful inch, fill her.

Laurana’s knees began to buckle from the sensation of being the focus of carnal attention of four people at the same time. But as she began to sink down, Tethren wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her back up while at the same time sinking his cock deeper into her ass. Laurana cried out again, a high pitched cry of pleasure and humiliation, as Bella slid three fingers into her. Her head thrown back to stare at the ceiling and her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath, Laurana squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as the first orgasm slammed into her.

“When do I get a turn?” Rewin asked somewhat petulantly as Laurana sagged against Tethren’s chest, her head lolling forward. She couldn’t help herself as she looked into the mirror and saw her body, glistening with sweat, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath. She moaned in horror when she realized that her face was sweaty and deeply flushed, for all the world looking as if she had just spent the last hour pleasuring herself.

“I,” Tethren said, his words punctuated by his thrusts deeper into Laurana, “don’t, think she’s, going, to, run, anywhere, now!”

Sylara took her mouth from the sweet flesh of Laurana’s breast and looked up into the elf’s face. A line of tears were already trickling down Laurana’s cheeks as she panted for breath. “Let’s untie her,” Sylara said.
 
 

“Excuse me!” Kazarss called out as the woman he presumed was the waitress ducked under his table. “Could I get something to eaeee!” he squealed in surprise and nearly knocked over his chair at the feel of her pushing up his robes.

“I’ll give you something to eat,” a busty redheaded woman said with a smile as she climbed onto his table and lay back with her spread wide. Kazarss stared in amazement as she pulled up her skirt to reveal her quim.

“Er, no thank you,” he said and tried to rise. The woman was too fast and had pushed herself off the table and onto his lap in a flash.

“Come on, take off that hood and let me see you-” she said as she pushed back his hood and froze. Kazarss licked his snout nervously, his long, thin tongue snaking out for a second. The entire common room had frozen and was staring at him.

“Drinks on me?” he said slowly.
 
 

Laurana grunted as she was set down on the floor on her side facing the wall. Tethren was kneeling behind her, his cock buried almost completely within her while Bella was kneeling in front of her with her face buried between Laurana’s legs.

“It’s so good to be home,” Sylara said as Ophena lay down beside Laurana to continue sucking at her breast. Sylara crouched behind Laurana’s shoulder and bent over the elf woman’s body to lick at Laurana’s other breast.

The elf cried out again, this time in unmistakable pleasure, as both of her breasts were pleasured. Laurana let herself go limp, unable to resist the pleasuring mouths and fingers of Sylara and her friends. I’m sorry, Tanis, Laurana thought to herself as she moaned in pleasure. I didn’t want this to happen. Laurana was too lost in the feeling of being pleasured by so many at the same time that she didn’t
notice Rewin kneeling by her head and running his hand through her silken hair.

Sylara turned her head to watch, still sucking at Laurana’s breast, as Rewin gently opened Laurana’s mouth and pressed his stiff cock in. Laurana’s eyes flew open and she made muffled noises as she tried to twist away. Rewin was relentless as he stroked her hair while continuing to push himself deeper and deeper into her. Laurana’s eyes rolled as she tried to shake her head, her muffled cries getting more desperate. Rewin groaned and then pushed himself even deeper until his entire length was buried in Laurana’s mouth and throat.

Laurana struggled frantically as the cock was thrust into her mouth. But she found her hands grabbed and forced to stroke and caress Sylara and Ophena’s breasts while Rewin continued to thrust into her mouth. Her protests muffled and obscene sounding, Laurana was helpless to do anything but feebly kick her slender legs as Tethren groaned and began to pump himself furiously into her tender ass. The elf woman screamed as she felt Tethren’s seed pouring into her, the hot liquid filling her as he panted for breath and pushed himself into her one last time before pulling out and collapsing on the floor.

Laurana, still on her side, thrashed back and forth as she felt herself come again onto Bella’s furiously pumping fingers and skillfully working tongue and lips. Laurana sobbed, tears staining her cheeks as she realized that all she was feeling was pleasure from the mouths and hands on her body. The man in her mouth froze and pulled back, his cock twitching furiously. Laurana closed her eyes and braced herself for what she knew was about to happen as a flood of his seed poured into her mouth. The man pulled out and she felt the hot liquid splashing onto her lips, cheeks, and forehead before the flood finally slowed, one last dribble splashing onto the bridge of her nose.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Sylara said in a husky voice as she licked a large dollop of seed from Laurana’s cheek. Sylara leaned over and licked the head of Rewin’s cock before Ophena reached up and guided his cock into her waiting mouth.

“We’re going to have so much fun that you won’t ever want to leave me. Oh, please swallow,” Sylara said as she watched Ophena slowly clean Rewin’s cock. Laurana closed her eyes and felt her face burning in shame as she swallowed, the taste of Rewin’s seed so strong in her mouth that she wondered if she’d ever be able to be rid of it.

Laurana was silent as she felt herself rolled onto her back and watched as Sylara straddled her face and began to lower herself onto Laurana’s waiting mouth...