Action Pack 5: Dark of the Sun

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all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other media without
express permission.  Why anyone would want to, she's not sure.
This story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences and
depictions on display that will probably offend many people.  Anyone under
18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should leave now.  For

everyone else, that's probably all the reason you need to stay.

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   Synopsis: Jein learns not all the vampires support their leader's dreams
of conquest, and then things get interesting...
Carlotta's turn didn't start with groping or pushing digits into Jein's

orifices.

   She slipped her arms around the nude teen, pinning Jein's arms to her
sides.  Not that Jein could work up the strength to do much to stop any of
them from doing as they pleased with her anyway.

   Carlotta wasn't what most people thought of when they pictured a
seductive vampiress.  She wasn't tall and lithe, instead she was a few
inches shorter than Jein and pear-shaped with a noticeable roundness to her
belly.  Instead of long and thin appendages, her arms and legs were short
and pillowy.  Instead of a face with sharp features, hers was round, almost
cherubic, with a smile that would've been warm and friendly if not for her
fangs.

   Her body pressed down on Jein's like a big heated cushion, heated by
Jein's own blood pulsing through it.  She cupped Jein's cheek, guiding the
human girl into a soft but passionate kiss.

   As she pressed into that kiss without any input from her brain, once
again Jein found herself wondering if all women in this fantastic world
were into each other.  It was an entirely different place from Earth, with
any number of different cultures, but did all of them encourage this kind
of thing?  As she noticed her tongue was dancing gently with Carlotta's,
she also noticed she hoped the answer was yes.

   "If you're not going to do anything, give us a turn," Gabriela, the
slim, elfin-looking vampire groused.

   Lucia slapped Gabriela reprovingly on the shoulder.  "You already got
her off once, you're done for the day.  Besides, we have to make it look
like we're getting her ready for Handred."

   Jein had subtly leaned her head toward the other two to hear more of
what they were saying, but Carlotta noticed and gently leaned Jein's face
back into their kiss.  Carlotta handled Jein as if she was playing with a
child, even if the actual interaction was anything but childish.  Sensing
no resistance, Carlotta purred and slid her free hand down Jein's side to
stroke her naked hip.  Jein moaned pitifully into Carlotta's mouth.

   "Come on, you've had your fun.  We've got to get her bathed before
Lucius checks on us," Lucia said.  Carlotta sighed, but then picked Jein up
like she was about to carry the helpless girl across the threshold.  Which
she did, but it was over to the fountain on the other side of the room. 
Due to being drained of blood, or perhaps just due to having three beauties
amusing themselves with her body, Jein hadn't noticed the warmth rolling
off the water before.  It wasn't a fountain, it was a bath.

   Lucia came over and rolled off Jein's socks, the only clothes the
vampires had bothered to leave her, before Carlotta walked into the
fountain and lowered Jein into the water.  It just passed her nipples
before Jein felt her butt touch the bottom.  Carlotta crouched behind her,
hooking her arms underneath Jein's and letting the girl lean against her
front to stay above the water.  Jein didn't even bother trying to hide a
moan from feeling Carlotta's breasts rub against her unprotected back.

   "It'll be all right, little one," she whispered into Jein's ear.  "Lucia
has a plan..."

   "Does it involve me becoming an undead bride?"

   Carlotta snickered at the remark.  "Well, not Lucius's, at any rate."

   "Hmmmm," was all Jein had to say to that as the other vampires closed
in, Garbiela carrying a tray of various ornamental jars and Lucia carrying
an urn that she filled with water as she waded over to them.

   There might be some advantages to being a vampire, Jein supposed.  But
with all the interesting girls she was meeting, and banging, was she really
going to let herself be taken off the market so soon?  Jein leaned toward
"no"...

   Hot water being poured over her head ended Jein's feeble pondering. 
Lucia scooped up more water in the urn, and again she poured it out, making
sure to thoroughly saturate every lock on Jein's head.  Gabriela,
meanwhile, set her tray down beside the fountain and retrieved a round pink
jar.  She dipped one hand inside, pulling it back out covered in bright
pink foam.  Standing to the girl's side, she pressed it into Jein's hair
and kneaded until she'd created a sweet-smelling mound of suds covering
Jein's head.

   "Let me do the front, you two cut into my session," Carlotta said.  Jein
was about to voice her dissatisfaction with being talked about as if she
was some kind of doll, but remembered what Lucia'd done when she'd opened
her mouth before, and kept it shut.  Carlotta leaned over and seized a
tall, cylindrical jar and poured a liquid soap from it onto her hands.

   Lucia took the jar from her, and Carlotta sank her hands into Jein's
breasts, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh in her hands.  Jein squirmed
and moaned weakly.  Carlotta purred.  Gabriella worked her fingers into
Jein's hair, making sure the sweet suds were pressed into every strand. 
Jein moaned.  Gabriela grinned.

   Then Lucia took a cloth in one hand and sank to her knees in front of
Jein.  Lucia's hand seemed to fly straight to Jein's crotch.  She scrubbed
gently, just enough to wash the stickiness of their play from before clean.

   As she was tended to by the three vampiresses, Jein had a thought.

   She thought wouldn't mind getting used to this.  It was a selfish
thought.  One that ashamed her.  She was supposed to be the older sibling
worth looking up to, wasn't she?

   Still, after a few more seconds Jein sighed and leaned back.  Carlotta's
purring went up an octave.  Gabriela and Lucia both smiled a little
triumphantly.

   "What?  What's happening?" Jein asked.

   "I'll tell you what," Carlotta smirked.  "You're relaxing."

   "You think I wasn't before?" Jein asked, but the vampires giggled among
themselves again.

   "Sweetie, we've hunted your kind for a while," Lucia answered her.  "We
know the signs.  You were even a little tense when Gabriela was having her
fun with you.  I can understand why, though.  You're surrounded by
predators, after all.

   "But we won't hurt you.  In fact, if you're willing to help us with
something, you'll have our eternal gratitude."

   Jein looked from Lucia, to Gabriela, and down at Carlotta.  All of them
were giving her the same look.  Slightly pleading, all playfulness gone.

   "What do you have in mind?" she asked.

   ----------

   Hours had passed since Jein and the rest of the elven war party left,
and the light drifting down into the treetop village had turned orange. 
Cathallis, as undressed as she had been when she woke up that morning,
looked anxiously out the window, hoping for some sign of merriment or
celebration signaling the warriors' victorious return.

   Jasami, who said nothing about it because she'd been admiring the view
for hours, tossed another outfit of her own into a growing pile beside her
portable wardrobe.  Finally Cathallis whirled around and yelled, "What are
you doing over there?!!"

   "Picking an outfit for when Jein gets back, what do you think?  It has
to be something that'll entrance her, and make her want to take me some
place private and dark as soon as she sees it." Jasami sighed wistfully,
then sighed with irritation as she tossed another unsuitable dress onto her
discard pile.

   "How can you be so calm when she's been away all day?  She was going out
to fight vampires, for pity's sake," Cathallis groaned.

   "She did fine last night, remember?  And then she only had a stick. 
Relax, Cath."

   Cathallis shivered at mention of that name.  "You're not allowed to call
me Cath."

   "Cath."

   She shivered again.  "Cut it out!"

   "Cath!"

   Cathallis pressed her palms against her ears.  "Cut it OUT!!"

   "Cath!!" Jasami yelled and tackled her older sister.  Cathallis
struggled but was wrestling Jasami off her before the younger sibling
suddenly honked her breasts.  Cathallis yelped and all strength seemed to
flood out her body through her feet.  She collapsed onto their borrowed
bed. "I'll get you for that..." she wheezed.

   "Stop moaning, Cath," Jasami chided.  "Jein's gonna be fine.  And then
you're gonna feel silly for getting all worried.  And if you don't I'll
tell everyone you were all worried and then you'll feel silly."

   "Jasami!"

   "Relax, Cath."

   "Stop calling me that!"

   "You like it when Jein calls you that."

   "I do not!"

   Jasami made a pffft sound.  "I know what it looks like a girl gets
turned on.  Do you maybe want to have sex to take your mind off it?"

   Cathallis smiled just a little.  "That would be kind of--"

   "I mean, it's not as nice as having sex with Jein or anything, but we
could still--"

   "Jasami!" Cathallis yelled, then grabbed her younger sister, laid the
girl out across her lap and smacked Jasami hard across the ass several
times.  "Maybe that'll help you learn a few manners..."

   "How is that supposed to help me learn when you reward me when you think
I'm being bad?" Jasami panted, her eyes half-lidded.

   "Rrrrrrrrgh!!" Cathallis snarled, but sucked in a deep breath and tried
to remind herself that soon Jein would be getting back, the elves would get
them to Zenith, and she wouldn't have to worry about putting up with Jasami
by herself.  That was when she noticed the sky outside the windows was
black.  With no stars.  Cathallis stumbled to her side of the wardrobe,
threw on a blue nightgown and ran outside barefoot.

   The elven sentries still on duty were staring up at the sky already. 
The only light to be seen was that of the torches on sconces on the side of
the huts.  "What's going on?" Cathallis asked the first pair of sentries
she came to.  "I thought there was another or two before dark at least."

   "There is," the elf replied grimly.  "This isn't natural...wait, isn't
that your little sister?" The elf pointed at a figure running down the
walkway toward them.

   "Yes, she is."

   "Is she naked for any special reason?"

   "Because I didn't have time pick my cutest outfit and set my hair?"
Jasami suggested, looking totally unfazed at standing around in her
birthday suit.  "What's happening, Cath?"

   "I don't know," the older sister whispered.  "But I get the feeling that
those vampires are behind it...goddesses, Jein, where are you??"

   "She's kicking vampire butt," Jasami answered with defiant and probably
naive courage.  Cathallis knelt down and hugged her younger sister close,
cupping Jasami's bare ass protectively without thinking about it.  Jasami
offered no resistance.

   "I hope so, Jasami.  I really hope so."

   ------

   Jein's body stiffened as the vampires combed out her newly-washed hair
and rubbed an oil with a flowery scent into her skin.  Lucia was
spoon-feeding the human girl a rich stew with chunks of some kind of meat
Jein couldn't identify.  As it settled, she felt her strength quickly
returning.

   "I can feed myself, you know," she said after swallowing a particularly
satisfying mouthful.

   "Not if we're going to have you ready before Handred comes to check on
us," Lucia replied with a smile.  "Besides, I haven't had a new playmate to
do this with in ages." She refilled the spoon and pressed it into Jein's
mouth again.

   Jein swallowed.  "What is this stuff, anyway?"

   Lucia grinned.  "Worried it's human?  No, it came from these
deer-creatures we found in this strange metal disc out in the woods a while
back.  It's a delicacy to us, and Handred obviously fancies you quite a bit
to let you have some."

   A silver disc?  Like flying saucer, maybe?  That had crashed in a
fantasy world?  Jein had never run into that playing Tri-Quest.  Then
again, she'd played plenty of other games on the pack where she did.  Did
all the games reflect something in this bizarre new world she found herself
in?

   Lucia's face went serious then, and her voice fell to whisper.  "Now
listen, human.  Handred will come for you soon, and will probably want to
have a bit of fun with you before he changes you to a vampire.  He's as
arrogant as anyone I've ever seen, and likely won't be expecting to have to
defend himself.  Look for an opening, and kill him."

   "You still haven't told me why you want my help with this," Jein said
warily.  Different as these particular ones were, she hadn't heard of too
many vampires who weren't ultimately out for themselves, and predisposed
toward taking what they wanted.  She wasn't convinced Lucia and the other
two weren't keeping her around only as long as they had a use for her.

   "Because believe it or not, human, not all of us are in favor of
mindless slaughter," Carlotta whispered as she worked handfuls of the oil
into Jein's breasts.  Jein mewled and Carlotta grinned at the sound.  "And
not all of us share his belief about our destiny to blanket the world in
eternal night and all that other garbage he's always talking about..."

   "You wanna unpack that for me, ladies?" Jein prompted.

   "Certainly," Lucia nodded.  "Our glorious leader got the idea somewhere
that because of their connection to the natural world, elves obviously have
inherently magical blood, or some crap like that.  He thinks drinking their
blood makes him more powerful, and so he's been sending his flunkies to
catch elves and bring them back here so he can drink more.  Between that
and some kind of secret weapon he figured out how to work a while ago, he
thinks he can take over Zenith.

   "Not all of us are as frankly stupid as he is, though.  Zenith is the
hub of the Free Territories.  You could travel for months and not find
anywhere else as heavily defended.  A handful of vampires could never take
it, no matter what kind of weapon Handred's been hiding from us.

   "Please understand, human.  All of the vampires Handred's created are
forced to obey him, as well as any other vampires his creations create.  I
can't make a move against him myself because of that.  But I'm not willing
to die for that fool, none of us are.  If someone were to kill him, though,
then the rest of us would be out from under his heel, and could do
something about those idiots who actually follow him out of loyalty."

   Gabriela pulled out a sleeveless white dress out of a trunk and draped
it over Jein's shoulders.  Jein's cheeks flushed faintly as she both saw
and felt how thin the fabric was.  It didn't help that the neckline ran so
low Jein wondered what the point of the dress was at all.  She was sure
she'd be flashing nipple if she turned too suddenly.

   "Don't I get a bra or something?"

   Lucia sighed, smirked and shook her head.  "You've met Handred, human.
Did he strike you as the subtle type?"

   "No.  I'll do it, though.  As long as you're not saying I have to
actually go down on him for this to work," Jein said, and shivered
involuntarily.

   Go down on Lucius Handred.  Go down on anyone with a meat and two veg.
The thought wasn't one that exactly fired Jein's loins.  Until she'd been
pulled into her screen a few days ago, well...the situation had been
drastically different.  She always imagined herself going down on the girl
when she thought about those kinds of things, and with most of the women
she'd met since coming to Akton willing to get into that knd of thing with
her, well, the thought hadn't really occurred before.

   She was a girl, had been all along, but when she tried to think of doing
the deed with someone of the opposite persuasion, all she could see was
herself as a guy again, with that other guy, and her mind immediately
defended itself by inserting the memory of meeting her twin naked on the
beach the night she arrived on Akton.  Yes, that was a pleasant
memory...she'd have to remember to find out if Zenith had any beaches.

   "That depends on how much he thinks he needs a woman," Lucia said.

   "How much did he need one when you three were with him before?" Jein
asked cautiously.

   "Are you kidding?  We'd been holding out on him for days," Gabriela
sniggered.

   "Quit teasing her," Lucia chided and Gabriela fell silent, but shot a
glare in Lucia's direction.  Lucia sank to her knees, then yanked Jein's
skirt up and crawled underneath.  Jein yelped as she felt a warm tongue jab
at her slit, but then Lucia fastened something around her thigh.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Giving you a weapon, silly."

   Jein awkwardly pulled up her skirt to see a leather strap holding a
foot-long stake around her leg.  She also saw Lucia crouched in front of
her, continuing to stare at her crotch.  Jein grabbed at her skirt and
yanked it over Lucia's head, covering herself again, only to feel a draft
play across her butt.  A glance behind showed Gabriela lifting her dress up
in the back to gaze at Jein's backside.  Jein grabbed the garment back from
her too, Gabriela letting out an unrepentant giggle, and Jein had to admit
to herself she didn't entirely mind having cute girls eager to look at her
naughty bits.

   "Girls, girls!" called a raucous male voice, and the four of them looked
up to spot a grinning Lucius Handred (any connection to Lucia, Jein
wondered?) entering the private room.  "You've absolutely outdone
yourselves!  Your new friend's the very image of succulent femininity!  Did
you enjoy your time spent with my pets, human?  If you behave yourself, you
can expect more time with them while I'm busy..."

   Jein didn't say anything.  Handred smirked and pulled on his pointy
little beard.  Did all villains do that?  Should it have surprised her
after she found herself surrounded by elves and vampires and crashed alien
spaceships?

   "Still trying to accept it, my lovely?" he asked, full of arrogance. 
"Don't worry, you will.  Look how well your new sisters have settled into
their places at my side.  They had a fire in them, once."

   Lucia winked at Jein over Handred's shoulder.

   "Anyway, let's get going, my lovely," Handred smiled grabbed Jein by the
wrist and started to drag her back out into the main room.  Jein stumbled
behind him, trying to keep up with him and trying not to gouge herself on
her own concealed weapon at the same time.

   The main room was a little different than it had been before Jein's
bath. In the dead center several vampires were working to set up a raised
stone platform.  An altar.  As they did, another one dragged a struggling
woman toward it.

   It was Ilindora.  They'd caught her.

   "Soon, my loyal soldiers of the night," Lucius Handred announced.  "I'll
feed upon this forest-dweller's blood, and then I'll have acquired enough
power to lead us to victory on those of her kind still holding out against
us.  And then, I'll have the power to lead us to Zenith and take it for my
glory, and yours!"

   The vampires gave a chorus of ragged cheers, with a few drunken hiccups
for good measure.  Were they putting something funny in the blood they were
drinking, maybe?

   "But before that," he said to Jein a lowered voice, leering at her, "I
think I'd like to show my new bride-to-be just what she's gotten herself
into..."

   "You're not even going to wait until I'm a vampire to jump me?" Jein
asked.

   Lucius grinned sardonically.  "All in good time, my dear, and believe me
I'm looking forward to both.  What I had in mind was showing you just what
you're about to become a part of."

   "You're talking about something besides fangs and blood cocktails, I can
tell."

   "Indeed I am.  Come, my pet." Lucius seized her wrist in an icy grip
again and Jein grimaced at the sensation.  For what seemed like the
hundredth time that day she was being dragged off someplace by a vampire
who didn't care how she felt on the matter.  As she was led away Jein stole
a glance over one bare shoulder and saw a hard, determined look on
Ilindora's face.  She didn't look afraid to die.

   They went to a stone staircase in one wall, and started to climb.  Jein
grimaced a little at the feeling of the rough, cold stone on her bare feet,
but said nothing.  Her host probably didn't even notice.  The air got
warmer as they rose higher until their way was blocked by a stone slab
laying across an opening.  Handred pushed it aside without having to let go
of Jein.

   The stairway let out into the forest ruins, or on second glance another
set of ruins than the one she'd used to enter Handred's little sanctum. 
Near the center of stone remains was a small pile of stones holding up a
black, egg-shaped gem with a white starburst pattern inside.  A bolt of
pure darkness was shooting up from it, and that, Jein imagined, was what
was responsible for the sky being an impenetrable black.  Not even the deep
blue of night.

   Around the edges of the ruins a few vampires meandered in circles,
casting their eyes into the forest and presumably standing guard.  They
looked over at Jein and Lucius as they emerged from the staircase, but a
growl from him got them focused on their vigil again.

   "You see, my dear?" Lucius said proudly.  "With this OTHER little
beauty, I no longer even need to fear the sun.  And with all the magic I've
taken from the blood of those tree-climbers, I'm something unto myself now.
After we wipe out that village and take the blood of those still there, my
followers and I are marching on Zenith!"

   "It's good to aim high," Jein said as gamely as she could, which was
more than she would've expected.  Schmoozing people had never been her
strongpoint.

   Lucius grinned at her, fangs glistening.  "Finally, a beautiful girl
with a bit of intelligence comes my way.  I think Lucia's about to lose her
spot as head concubine..."

   "So that means your guys are attacking the elves right now?" Jein said,
trying to pump him further.

   "Oh yes!" Handred grinned.  "Within an hour that village of theirs will
be nothing but a memory."

   ------

   Below Cathallis could hear the vampires making their approach to the
treetops.  They seemed even more brazen this time, cackling in piercing
voices as they scaled the trees.  Slowly.  Letting the elves wallow in
thoughts of what was to come.  Elves were loading their bows.  A few simply
groaned and knelt down where they were, awaiting the end.

   "Seems sending a human after the vampires wasn't such a brilliant idea
after all," one of them muttered, shooting a contemptuous glance in the
sisters' direction.

   "What do we do, Cath?" Jasami asked, clutching her older sister.  "Did
Jein make it?"

   "Are you really writing her off so quickly?" Cathallis asked, even
though she could hear inhuman cackling coming closer too.  "What happened
to her not needing any luck?"

   "No," Jasami said, and clung tighter.  "But I'm still worried."

   Cathallis gently patted her on the head.  "I know, me too." She wished
Jein was still there.  Even if Jein couldn't fight off an entire nest of
vampires, and Cathallis wasn't sure even her big sister could do that, they
could at least try to escape together.  Cathallis didn't fault her twin for
trying to do the right thing and help someone in trouble, especially if it
would mean getting some substantial help in return, but a part of her
wanted Jein to be there.  To put her arms around the two of them and assure
them everything was going to be okay.

   That time, when she'd told Jein about her dream of meeting and making
love in a field of flowers, she'd gotten the feeling Jein had thought she
was making it up.  She hadn't.  All those flowers bobbing in the breeze,
seeming to watch as the two of them smiled and touched and pressed their
bare bodies together...The only time Cathallis could remember being happier
than in that dream was what happened right before it; the second night she
and her twin had made love.

   The first time had been nice, of course.  Cathallis made no effort to
deny to herself that she enjoyed being caught in the nude in their first
meeting.  She could still remember the little prickles of excitement as she
felt Jein's eyes wandering over her skin.  But the time in that tent lent
to them by Ilindora's companions, it was after she'd seen Jein make them
her responsibility.  After Jein had tried to broker peace between Cathallis
and Jasami.  After Cathallis had seen the glimmer in Jein's eyes, when
Cathallis offered to get naked and make love to her.

   When Cathallis had seen that her twin really was the sister she'd been
hoping for.

   Jein, Cathallis whispered to herself, please be all right.

   "Hey, Cath," Jasami tapped her on the lip.

   "Don't call me that!" Cathallis snapped as the goosebumps formed.

   "It sound to you like the vampires are screaming all of a sudden?" the
younger sister asked.  Cathallis listened for a minute, and indeed, the
voices like rusty crypt hinges were now raising in cries of pain.  The
elves were peering over the edge of the walkway, their eyes wide with
disbelief.  Cathallis jogged over and joined them.

   A few vampires that had been climbing up the trees to get at them had
abruptly stopped.  Some were pinned to the trunks by vines, a few still
wriggled in their death throes at branches that had impaled them through
the heart somehow.  Some, luckier than their fellows, had simply fallen to
the ground.  A few were looking back up in confusion, the rest were fleeing
into the night.  The elves got over their surprised and started firing at
the vampires constrained by vines.  For her part, Cathallis just stepped
back from the edge of the walkway, not sure quite what to feel.

   "Cath?" Jasami asked.  "Did you do that?"

   "I told you not to call me that."

   Jasami looked away from her fuming older sister as something moving in
the corner of her eye seized her attention.  With an inhuman roar another
vampire climbed up onto the walkway and lunged at one of the elves, a
shapely young thing whose eyes were wide with fright.  She shrieked in
panic and fumbled to load an arrow but Jasami gasped, and the vampire
grunted as it seemed to collide with something unseen and landed with a
thump.  He clutched his head and groaned, and rolled right off the walkway
screaming like an animal the whole way down.

   "Jasami?" Cathallis asked.  "Did you do that?"

   "Why?  Jealous?"

   Cathallis growled, Jasami screamed and ran off with her older sister in
hot pursuit.

   ------

   The vampires didn't have to wait for actual sundown to attack.  That
meant there was no time to lose.

   "You can block the sun??  What is that thing, where'd you get it??" Jein
said, the gushing awe in her voice she could manage.

   Lucius grinned and walked forward to caress the side of the gem.  "A
little leftover from another, less intelligent mastermind.  She had so many
of these, but Stissia only knows what she had in mind for them.  Me,
however, I found one and found out I could use it to
taaAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgh!" His survival instincts took over and he
lunged forward then went into a somersault.  He whirled around to see Jein
standing there with a footlong barb of wood that had been buried in his
back a second before.

   "You little witch!" Lucius roared.

   "Can I help it if you're dumb enough to fall for that?"

   He growled and threw himself at her, but as he did that strange
influence came over Jein and she spun out of his way, missing Lucius
Handred by a fraction of an inch.  He started circling around Jein, but as
she turned to keep him in sight he broke into a run, moving faster than her
human eyes could follow.  Jein felt claws raking into her back and dropped
flat to minimize the damage, but could still feel a warm oozing sensation
on her skin.

   She got to her knees, clutching her stake at the ready.  Lucius shot
past again, and she ducked to one side, breasts heaving out of the plunging
neckline of her dress, just in time to only lose a patch of hair as his
talons whipped at her head.  Jein jabbed at his side but only grazed him as
he went past.

   This wasn't working.  With her enemy on guard, he was too quick for her
to hit.  The other vampires looked at one another uncertainly, probably
wondering if their boss wanted them to join in or not.  The odds were
against her, but...maybe there was still a way for her to gain the upper
hand.

   Lucius's talons cut into Jein's side again, but she took off in a
painful barefoot run for the center of the clearing.  She grabbed the black
gem from its resting place, and Lucius skidded to a stop where he was a
good ten feet away.

   "Take one more step and I'll smash this thing.  I wonder what you'll
look like when you burn," she threatened.

   Lucius put his fists on his hips and laughed.  "Do you have any idea who
created that gem, human?  Do you really think it can be destroyed so
easily?"

   Jein stabbed her stake into the side of the gem, and a quarter-sized
chip broke off.  The blackness fountaining up from it flickered.  Lucius
stopped laughing.

   "Give me the gem and I'll let you go free, human," he said.  His voice
was hard, but there was a quaver behind it like he'd just realized that
maybe he wasn't quite as invincible as he'd thought.  A feeling like her
muscles hardening coursed through Jein, and it took her a second to
recognize it.

   Confidence.

   "I've got an offer, too.  How about fuck you?" she retorted.

   "Give me that you worthless little--" Lucius started, but then just
charged at Jein.  He snarled like an angry animal, but suddenly the sound
turned to a hollow wheeze.  Jein stepped away and he fell, her stake
through his heart.  Within seconds his flesh was putrefying.

   She looked up to see what the vampire guards were doing, but all of them
stood at the edges of the clearing eying her uncertainly.  Jein raised the
gem above her head as if to dash it on a fallen column, and they were
vanishing into the trees in the next second.  Jein made sure none of them
was sneaking up behind her, then retrieved her stake from Lucius's
moldering ribcage and hurried back down the stairs.  The blackness issuing
up from it finally ceased as she did.

   The excited, sometimes drunken chatter of the vampires in the main hall
was going strong as Jein entered, but the vampires closest to her fell
silent as she returned by herself, and clutching Lucius's precious gem on
top of that.  The quiet spread throughout the entire room, but Jein's eyes
were on the vampires who'd just finished tying Ilindora down on the altar.

   "I just wasted your boss.  And here's what he was thinking would take
you guys all the way to Zenith!" Jein shouted.  Then she lobbed the gem
into the center of the hall, where it shattered like the egg it was shaped
like.

   A piercing cry filled the hall, and a naked female vampire with
honey-blonde hair jumped on one of Ilindora's guards and yanked his head
violently to one side.  It was Lucia, and she was only the first.  More
vampires flung themselves at others, tearing, clawing, biting and screaming
until the entire room was nothing but a giant undead free-for-all.

   Jein bent double and scurried through the chaos, making her way over to
the altar where she inserted her stake into one of the ropes holding
Ilindora and twisted.

   "I don't know how you did that, but I'm glad you did!" the prone elf
gasped.

   "I had a little help," Jein smiled down as the rope snapped and she went
for the next one.  Ilindora twisted her slender wrist suddenly, though, and
pulled it free from the rope with ease.  Then she slipped free of the ropes
around her ankles, but left her boots behind in the process.  Jein started
running for the stairs she'd just descended, with Ilindora right behind
her. Now there was no thought in Jein's mind for the cold, even surfaces
beneath her feet as she charged up the winding stairs, thinking only of
getting up to the surface and away before they could be caught.

   A minute later Jein threw herself over the lip of the entrance and lay
in a panting heap as the light of early sundown trickled through the trees.
For all of the aching of her lungs--not to mention her breasts being sore
from all the bouncing around from running up and down stairs without a bra
on--from that mad dash to safety, Jein found herself smiling.  The way
things looked, the vampire menace would take care of itself with its
greatest asset destroyed and its leader reduced to a bleached skeleton next
to her.  Ilindora fell down next to her, and then, to Jein's surprised,
reached out and laced their fingers together.

   "Thank you," the elf panted.

   "For what?  Taking you with me?  We did this to save people, I thought.
Besides, you and me got a fair bit in common."

   Ilindora's grip tightened slightly.  "We do, don't we?"

   After a minute Jein got up, but stopped and stared at a silent Ilindora
who didn't release her hand.  She still hadn't when they finished rising to
their bare feet.  "We should probably go," Jein suggested.  "It won't be
light for too much longer." Ilindora nodded, and kept her hold on Jein as
they started into the woods.  f "We should hurry, don't you think?" Jein
asked, not encouraged by the waning light.  "Just in case there's any
survivors?"

   "You can't really run in the forest, not in bare feet," Ilindora replied
calmly.  "Besides, I think I know where we are.  This is a lot closer to
the village than where we went in."

   "You know, you're a lot calmer around me than you were before we went
down there."

   Ilindora started to walk closer, and whispered to Jein, "I guess I am.
But...you're the first person I ever told about me and Mithil.  I never met
someone who'd really understand, before."

   "I'm glad I could help, but I have no idea what `normal' even is around
here.  I'm totally making this up as I go."

   "You're doing well, although...turn here," Ilindora said and suddenly
started leading Jein away.  "We'd better wash out those cuts.  I'm afraid
to think of what vampires get on their nails...These are from their nails,
right?"

   Over Jein's feeble protests that they should put as much distance
between themselves and the vampire lair as possible, Ilindora led the way
to a stream where Jein obligingly peeled her dress down to her waist and
sat by the bank while Ilindora washed cool water over her wounds.  The elf
gathered up some yellow berries and crushed them together with some bluish
leaves before rubbing them into Jein's cuts as well.  She shivered at the
tingling sensation that flowed into her torn skin, which soon gave way to a
soothing chill from Ilindora's compound.

   "That's nice," Jein breathed.

   "And it should keep you from getting infected by Kimara only knows what
was on those," Ilindora smiled.  Jein was amazed by how soft and delicate
Ilindora's fingers felt as they rubbed the compound in, not at all like she
would've expected for a warrior.  Not that she was complaining, as the
exertion of running and fighting seemed to drip out her body at the elf's
delicate touch.

   "Ooohooooohooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...," Jein moaned.

   "That sounded like a good one," Ilindora giggled.  She had a soft, cute
little laugh.  "Jein?...Thank you.  For being comfortable enough with
yourself not to hide what you are."

   "Um...you're welcome for me...boning my sisters.  I guess?"

   ------

   After Jein had made herself decent again, she and Ilindora resumed their
trek back to the elven village.  Along the way they met with a few other
survivors of the war party who'd managed to slip out of the vampires' lair
during the confusion engineered by Lucia.  By the time they could see the
glimmering dots of torchlight high above, their party numbered nine.

   When they were hoisted back into the village, a wall of archers with
silver-tipped arrows was waiting to greet them.  Jein could hear the
bowstrings tighten as they spotted her wounds that were still crusting
over, but Altia pushed her way through the archers.  "How did it go?" the
aged elf asked.

   "It...didn't quite go according to plan," Jein said, afraid of getting
an arrow through the heart anyway if she mentioned making a deal with the
creatures she'd been sent to kill.

   "Well, how did it go?" Altia pressed.

   Jein took a breath and explained herself.  How Lucius Handred had been
stalking elves because of the inherent magic he believed was in their
blood. How he'd found a gem that could blot the sky.  How she'd been asked
by his undead brides to kill him before his unfounded ambitions could get
the rest of them killed.  How they'd left after the vampires had turned on
one another.  Not, however, how she'd lost her clothes or what she'd been
up to before Lucia had asked for her help.

   "So you failed," grimaced one of the archers.

   "Not all share the same viewpoint," Altia softly reprimanded him. 
"You're telling me, Jein, that many of these vampires didn't want to take
over Zenith?"

   "That's what some of them told me."

   Altia was silent for a moment, "Well, that's something of a surprise."

   "They were quick to turn on each other after Jein made her display,
revered mother," Ilindora explained.  "It certainly looked to me as if they
were seizing an opportunity they'd been waiting for."

   "I'm sorry," Jein sighed.  "I know this isn't what you want to hear..."

   "Granted it's not what I was expecting," Altia said, a gentle smiling
forming on her face.  "That doesn't mean it doesn't solve the problem we've
been having, though.  I've been around a while, child.  I know a few things
about judging the truth, and your story has a nice ring of that to it.

   "Listen, everyone," Altia said and turned to face the guards.  "We'll
keep vigil for one more night.  If nothing happens, tomorrow we'll
celebrate our freedom from the hordes of the night."

   There was no cheer in response to that.  Some grumbling here and there
that even after their last-ditch effort had returned mostly intact, they
were still being kept on alert.  They made their way back to their posts,
and soon as the way was clear Cathallis and Jasami seemed to come flying
out of nowhere to embrace Jein.

   "Thank the gods!" Cathallis moaned, as Jein did as she felt her twin's
abundant chest squash down on her own through her thin dress.  "Are you
hurt?  Oh no, you are!  Is it bad?!"

   "Of course it isn't," Jasami said as she took in the sight of Jein's
scars and grinned.  "Those are just scratches to you, right?'

   "It wasn't so bad, I guess.  I hardly even noticed until we got away
and...Jasami, why are you naked?"

   Jasami tilted her head as she looked up at Jein.  "What do you mean?  Is
it bad or something?"

   Ilindora leaned over Jein's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek with a
smile.  "I'll let you three alone, I've got to go get ready for
something..." So saying she slipped away, and the next thing Jein knew her
sisters were dragging her back to their borrowed hut.

   As soon as the door had shut Jein's dress was down around her waist
again, thanks to her youngest sibling.  Cathallis stepped back, and Jein
could hear the rustling of clothing as Jasami looked at the crusted gashes
on her sister's side with a proud smile.  "So how many vampires were you
fighting at the same time when you get those?  Like ten, I bet?"

   "Just one, but he was the leader," Jein said, and wondered if maybe she
should've embellished after all.  Jasami's smile didn't wave a bit, though.

   "And he only got you two times?  That's really good for your first
quest, I bet!...What happened to your old clothes, though?"

   "Oh, uh...the vampires I made friends with?  They...they kind of ripped
my clothes off and made me have sex with them before they'd let me kill the
leader of the bad vampires."

   Cathallis pressed up against Jein's bare back, her abundant breasts
pressing into Jein's cool, smooth skin.  "They sound like pretty good
vampires to me," she whispered.  "And it sounds like you did better than
you set out to.  Mmmmmmmmm, you smell so good..."

   "I do?" Jein asked dubiously.  "After all that running around and
fighting?  I mean, I took a bath, but all the running and fighting was
after that."

   Cathallis took a deep sniff of Jein's hair and sighed happily.  "It
can't have been that much.  You still smell like you just got out of the
bath." She ran her fingers over Jein's bare arms.  "You feel like you just
got out the bath, too."

   Jasami reached uner Jein's skirt stroked at her inner thighs
thoughtfully, right over her snatch.  "She's right, you do."

   "Hey!" Jein yelled as blood rushed to her cheeks from the intimate
contact.

   "Jein, seriously, loosen up," Cathallis whispered sternly in her ear. 
"I know you said most sisters don't have sex where you grew up, but you're
not there anymore and there's no way you can tell me you don't enjoy it
when we're together like this."

   "Cath?" Jein whispered back.

   "Yes, my love?"

   Jein craned her neck and planted a kiss on her twin's lips.  Cathallis
moaned into Jein's mouth and pressed back.  Cathallis's tongue slipped out
lips to play at Jein's mouth, and she moaned again as she felt the soft,
rolling texture of Jein's lips.  Jasami slipped underneath Jein's skirt and
planted her lips between Jein's thighs.  Jein gasped into Cathallis's
mouth, but it soon turned into a moan of pleasure.

   "I should really go help the guards," Jein panted.  "Just in case I
didn't do as good a job as I thought..."

   The next thing she knew, Jein's feet weren't touching the ground
anymore, and right after that she felt herself land face-down on their
borrowed bed.

   "Did you hear something, Jasami?" Cathallis asked.  "I think it sounded
sort of like Jein saying she doesn't owe us anything for leaving us here to
worry about her all day."

   "Oh come on!" Jein groaned.  "I spent all afternoon getting manhandled
by vampires.  I even had sex standing on my shoulders."

   "That sounds like a fun position," Jasami said thoughtfully as she
climbed into the bed, then grabbed Jein's dress and yanked it down to
expose her butt.  "I want to try it.  Please, Jein?"

   "As long as you two aren't serious about me owing you favors for getting
people to help us...," Jein muttered.  Cathallis pinched her twin's ass.

   "Lighten up, Jein.  Isn't going on these harrowing quests and getting to
make love to all the fair maidens you meet supposed to be fun?" the
dark-haired twin whispered.  Jein looked over one shoulder at Cathallis's
serene, smiling face, then down at their younger sister as she lay before
them, totally naked, legs splayed and looking up at Jein with hopeful eyes.

   "Tell me if this hurts, okay?" Jein said, then lifted Jasami up by the
hip and draped the younger girl's legs over her shoulders.  Jasami yipped
but smiled at her sister as she bent her neck forward to rest her shoulders
against the bed.  Then Jein bent her own head down and played her tongue
over Jasami's puffy folds, at the same time cupping her younger sister's
ass, and teasing her thumb against Jasami's small pucker as she did.

   Jasami shook from the erotic sensations, but looked up at Jein with a
bashful smile and blushing cheeks.  Jein leaned down again and pressed her
lips to her sibling's cunt and sucked hard on it, then slowly started to
sweep her tongue across the slit.  Jasami squealed again.

   Cathallis scooted forward so that her breasts pressed against Jein's
back and started to roll her torso in a circular motion, dragging her
nipples in small clockwise circles.  Jein groaned into their younger
sister's cunt and lapped furiously at the inside.  Some kind of mental
influence seemed to come over Jein, and with a precision she never would've
thought possible, she lapped along the edge of Jasami's valley again then
dove her tongue down and nudged Jasami's clit.

   Jein pressed a little harder against Jasami's asshole, eliciting a weak
moan from Jasami.  "It was never like this with my mom," Jasami whimpered.

   Jein lapped her sister's cunt again and looked down at her.  Cathallis
rolled her breasts against Jein's back more, faster prompting a moan from
Jein that got a smile on Jasami's young face.

   "You mean the lady who raised you?  Did we ever do it with mom?" Jein
asked.

   "Not exactly," Cathallis whispered and stopped gyrating her chest, then
sighed.  "We were always very...close, though.  I'm sorry, Jein.  It must
be rough not remembering anything."

   "Hey, I don't remember doing anything like this with our real mom
either," Jasami said from below.

   "I think we're forgetting the point of this little exercise," Jein
whispered with a smile right before she jammed the tip of her thumb into
Jasami's asshole.

   Jasami gasped, and Jein stabbed her tongue down and nudged her sister's
clit again.  The younger sister squeaked, and then Jein's face was covered
with her clinging spunk.

   "Kind of eager today, huh little sister?" Jein said quietly, smiling
wryly as she lowered Jasami back onto the bed.

   Jasami blushed and tried to look indignant.  "You wouldn't make love to
us last night, so I was stuck thinking about you all day.  Besides...you
looked nice in that white dress..."

   "Undead bride chic, huh?"

   Cathallis sighed.  "It might be good to get used to it.  I get the
feeling Jein's going to be away from us a lot more, and for a lot
longer..."

   "What??!  NO!" Jasami screamed and awkwardly scrambled up to cling to
Jein, as if Jein might disappear into thin air if she didn't.  Her grip was
quivering after just being eaten out.

   "Let's take this one step at a time, okay?" Jein said, putting an arm
around both of her siblings.  "Right now I'm just trying to get us all
someplace safe, and figure out what to do next once I have.  Does that
sound okay to everyone?"

   "Do understand that we have to reclaim the throne and assess the status
of Akton," Cathallis reminded her.  "There will probably be plenty to do
once we get to Zenith and get ourselves established."

   "No offense Cath, but I have no idea what's going on, and to be totally
honest with you I'm still not totally convinced I'm not having some kind of
really elaborate wet dream here...One step at a time."

   "All right, Jein," Cathallis nodded.  "I'm sorry.  I really don't know
what this must be like for you."

   "You can explain everything later," Jein said.  She lightly peeled
herself free from Jasami and walked over to their wardrobe and picked out a
practical green jerkin and pants.  "I'm going to go help the elves keep an
eye out, in case I didn't do such a good job back there after all."

   "I'm sure you did, Jein," Cathallis said and kissed her on the cheek. 
"By the way, thanks for tiring out Jasami for me..." Then Cathallis shut
the door, and Jein walked out to join the sentries while she shook her
head.

   As the last of the daylight trickled away, Jein started to wonder if
she'd made such a wise choice while she made a continuous circuit around
the village's walkways.  Even though she hadn't spent the entire day
ramming a wooden stake through vampires as they slept, the day hadn't
exactly been uneventful.  She hadn't wanted to mention it to anyone, since
that morning her biggest priority had been making sure the elves could get
her family to Zenith, but Jein hadn't slept especially well.

   The possibility that this wasn't just an erotic fantasy, but the world
where she was really born, with sisters she'd never known, with a body and
an effect on women she'd never expected, was starting to get to her.  It
seemed like something that should've excited her, with all the adventures
at her fingertips, and having had more sex in a couple days than she
thought she might have had ever.

   And she was enjoying that, she had to admit.  It had been pretty sexy
when the three vampire ladies tore her clothes off and sucked just of her
blood just enough that she wouldn't be able to resist when they took turns
doing dirty things to her.

   But thanks to all that, she'd gotten into her first real fight that day,
too.  The wounds were healing up fast, but when she ran her fingers over
her side she could still feel them.  This wasn't a game.  These were real
monsters she was facing, and they were really trying to kill her.  If not
for that Sword Daughter thing she would've been dead, and she had no idea
how far that went and if she was willing to put it to the test, considering
what would happen if she overestimated it.

   She sat down on the edge of the walkway a bit heavily, unsure of what
she'd accomplished when on the forest floor one of those weird torches that
gave off light without burning ignited, and standing there were a pack of
pale people in a variety of antiquated-looking outfits.  Out in front,
holding the torch, was Lucia.

   "Excuse me, have you folks seen a human girl with white hair and
gigantic jugs?" she called upward, smiling.

   "Har har," Jein said flatly from weariness.  Elves were starting to
gather around to see what was going on, and murmured uncertainly among
themselves.

   "Ah, there's our savior!" Lucia smiled wider.  "I'd come up there to
talk in person, but it'd probably worry your friends.

   "So I'll talk down here.  Most of those blind enough to think Lucius
Handred had any idea what he was doing have been culled, the rest of us are
on our way somewhere safer.  Darker.  I just insisted on coming to thank
you before we went to join the rest."

   "Are Gabriela and Carlotta okay?" Jein called.

   Lucia laughed a serene, musical laugh.  "Yes!  They're fine!  And
they'll be just tickled to know you were worried for them.

   "We've got to be on our way, though.  To someplace where we can exist
without having to subsist on humans or their kind.  Do me one kindness
before we do, though.  You know my name, please tell me yours."

   "Jein.

   Lucia smirked.  "Well, Jein, I'm sure we'll meet again someday.  When we
do, it'll be my turn." With that Lucia extinguished her torch.  The elves
drew and loaded their weapons, listening hard for sounds of an attack.

   For an attack that didn't come.  Jein helped the elves watch for the
vampires to strike again until dawn, but when the first golden rays started
to trickle through the trees and still nothing had happened she staggered
back to the hut and fell asleep between her sisters.

   She was surprised at how unsurprised she was to wake to find her shirt
rolled up to her neck and Jasami, still completely naked, nursing her right
breast.  The younger Devyre looked up to meet Jein's eyes, waved once and
then returned to her oral ministrations.  Jein chuckled quietly and undid
her younger sister's pigtails and ran her fingers through that long silver
hair.

   "You know what...maybe I can pull this off after all," Jein said to
herself, and smiled a little.

   Jasami released the nipple from between her lips but sank both hands
into the hefty mammary instead.  "Did you think you couldn't?"

   "You've got to understand, kiddo, we didn't really have elves or
vampires or spaceships...or, well, we had spaceships, but we didn't have
things from other planets coming to visit ours.  Those kinds of things
openly happened in books, or TV."

   "You're gonna do great," Jasami smiled.  "Cuz you're my big sister, and
I have the best big sister ever.  Besides, you did you even better on your
first quest than you thought, right?  You went to kill all the vampires,
but you killed the bad ones and made friends with the rest."

   "Yeah, I guess that is better," Jein mused.  Jasami beamed and squeezed
the breast in her hands harder, and Jein squealed before glaring at her
sister in mock anger.  Jasami giggled.

   "Anyway, the elves are getting ready to have some kind of party down on
the ground after sundown, so we should probably get ready," Jasami
explained.

   "Sundown?  What time is it?" Jein said in surprise and sat up,
inadvertently tossing Jasami onto her back.  A small lantern was lit by the
side of the bed, which was why Jein hadn't noticed how dim the light
through the windows was getting.

   Jein pulled her shirt back down, grimacing at her nipple that was still
sore, and picked out a pair of Cathallis's boots.  Then she looked up at
Jasami.  "How long were you sucking on my tit before I woke up, anyway?"

   "Oh, I was sucking on both your tits.  Probably about four hours now."

   "Damn, girl.  Don't you do anything for fun that doesn't involve your
big sister's naked body?"

   Jasami giggled coyly.  "Sure I do.  But we're in the middle of the
stupid woods and my big sister's naked body's the only fun thing to do."

   Jein ruffled her sister's hair.  "It wasn't an insult or anything, just
so we're clear.  My little sister's naked body's pretty fun too." Jasami
beamed.  "So let's get dressed and go see what kind of party these elves
throw."

   After getting Jasami to pick out a form-fitting red Lolita dress (which
seemed redundant for some reason), the sisters left the hut and joined a
column of elves making their way down.  On the ground a ring of small but
colorful tents, about thirty in all, was being set up around a large
bonfire that had yet to be lit.  Jein could hardly see it through all the
elves milling around the circle, though.  Long tables were being set up
with arrays of fruit, vegetables and meat platters Jein couldn't identify.
Next to the tables were a few small cooking fires where animals she didn't
care to look at too closely were being roasted on spits.

   Cathallis was one of the slender figures rushing around helping to lay
out the evening meal, and stopped as Jein and Jasami approached.  "Oh, look
who's finally done playing with her unconscious sibling's breasts,"
Cathallis sighed.

   "Only reason you stopped was I said how much you were doing it," Jasami
retorted.

   "Knock it off, you two," Jein said gently.  "When do they light the
bonfire, anyway?"

   "After everyone's ready," Cathallis answered.

   "Ready?  For what?"

   "You'll see."

   As darkness settled in torches were lit on posts stuck into the ground
and elves started making their way over to the tables or finding places to
sit around the bonfire.  A few of the elves picked up torches and lit the
bonfire itself.  Altia appeared and held up her hands for quiet.

   "Many of our brothers and sisters have been taken from us these past
weeks," she said in a calm, slow voice that somehow raised goosebumps on
Jein's arms.  "All because of the vanity, the blinding ignorance of a
creature of the dark who thought it was our blood that carried the magic of
our way of life.

   "We know better, do we not?  That it is connecting ourselves to the
world Kimara gave us that lets us hear the trees when they speak, that lets
us ask the wind to carry our arrows to their targets without fail.  We sent
what warriors we had to kill the servants of that vain creature, and while
not wholly achieving that goal, perhaps greater was achieved in the end.

   "We would be those wallowing in ignorance and vanity if we were to think
every single member of a thinking race was possessed of the same mind.  The
same desires.  I think last night all of us saw something that surprised
us." She shot Jein a glance out of one eye before continuing.

   "However!  That is behind us all now!  I declare tonight, a night of
celebration!"

   The elves cheered, and then cheered even louder at what happened next.
As Altia took a seat near the Devyre sisters a procession of elven maidens
appeared out of the darkness, dressed in long flowing skirts and tops that
were little more than strands of cloth over their breasts.  Slowly they
began to twist their bodies and sway their bare arms in a sensual dance
around the bonfire.  Jein watched, entranced as the light of the fire
glistened on their skin, almost making them look like flickering tongues of
flame themselves.

   Then suddenly one of the dancers broke from the circle, took an elven
warrior by the hand and pranced away with him toward one of the tents
surrounding the bonfire.  A minute later another dancer broke off, took
another elf by the hand and led him toward one of the tents.  Then one of
the dancers, the elf maiden who'd been saved by an unseen barrier the night
before, spun toward the Devyre sisters, claimed Jasami with a grin, and
carried her off in the direction of an unoccupied tent before Jein could
think about stopping her.

   "What the hell's going on?" Jein asked Altia.  The elderly elf smiled.

   "The village women use these festivals as a chance to show their
gratitude to others," Altia explained.  "Most marriages here get started
like this, believe it or not."

   Jein felt someone take her hand, and looked up and there stood a smiling
Ilindora.  She reached out a sculpted arm that seemed impossibly slender to
belong to a warrior and took Jein by the hand.  The bust concealed by her
top was modest, but her trim belly seemed to go on forever in the
flickering light of the fire.

   "I'd like it very much if you'd spend the night with me, Jein," Ilindora
said, hopefully.  "To thank you for saving me, and hearing my pitiful
little story."

   "...yes, I'd like that too," Jein smiled and Ilindora's eyes danced in
the glow of the fire.  Ilindora skipped over to a particularly large tent,
cutting off another couple on the way into it.  Inside was a plush bedroll
and a small oil lamp that hadn't been lit.  Ilindora vanished back outside
and Jein kicked off her boots.  A minute later Ilindora came back with a
pair of plates laden with food.  She offered one to Jein, who took it but
set it aside and pulled Ilindora down on the bedroll beside her.

   The elf squealed and blushed.  "To think I heard you were looking
totally miserable last night.  I thought I'd have to spend an hour getting
you worked up."

   "Yeah, well...last night I was thinking all that only worked out because
I got an opportunity I wasn't expecting, you know?  That I hadn't really
done a lot, myself, to make my first quest succeed.  First quest, god,
listen to me.  Anyway, after they showed up and thanked me it kind of
occurred to me there's more than one way to have a successful...quest."

   Ilindora nodded.  "Enemies are easy to come by, friends a little
harder."

   "Oooh, that's deep," Jein smirked, then reached behind Ilindora and
undid the flimsy fastening keeping her top on.

   Ilindora gasped and said in a voice that Jein sure she was blushing, "So
we're just going to jump right into it?"

   "Yep," Jein grinned in the faint light that made it through the walls of
the tent.  "I want to work up an appetite." She reached up and grabbed
Ilindora's breast and gave them a squeeze.  Ilindora yipped and leaned
forward, her breasts mashing into Jein's groping hands.  Jein dragged her
partner in close with that death-grip on the elf's breasts, then nuzzled
along Inlindora's cleft.

   While she did, Ilindora slowly rubbed her supple hands down Jein's back,
to her waist, and then grabbed the hem of her shirt and started dragging it
up Jein's torso.  Jein laughed and released her hold on her partner's
breasts to let that partner pull her shirt all the way off.  Her breasts
bounced free.

   Ilindora pressed her attack on Jein, leaning forward to mash their
breasts together and hooked her fingers into the waist of Jein's pants and
started to shimmy them down.  Jein did the same with Ilindora's skirt and
the two laid back to make the process of stripping each other possible, if
awkward, while keeping their chests in contact.

   "You know, a girl could really start to feel insignificant being naked
around you," Ilindora whispered as she was forced to slip down and finish
tugging Jein's pants off.

   "Then I guess I'm not working hard enough to make her feel incredible,"
Jein said as she tossed Ilindora's skirt over her shoulder.  She laid
Ilindora on her side, and then laid on her side as well, with her face
between Ilindora's thighs.  With no hesitation whatsoever, Jein pressed her
lips to Ilindora's cunt and licked.

   Ilindora yelped, and Jein smiled up at her.  "Bet they heard that one in
the next tent.  Let's try for the one after." Jein slurped again, harder.
Ilindora bit her lip as if trying to avoid giving the human the
satisfaction, then lifted Jein's leg and jammed her face into Jein's groin.
She sucked hard on the slit, then tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue
up against it.

   Jein grinned at this sudden courage on the elf's part and rewarded it a
sweep of her tongue.  Up and down, up and down, and after a while she felt
Ilindora's cunt begin to part.

   That was all the invitation Jein needed.  She stabbed with her tongue at
the tiny opening.  Ilindora moaned pitifully and Jein jabbed again, harder.
The slit widened a little more, and widened still more after Jein lapped it
several more times, the elf moaning between each sweep of her partner's
tongue.

   Ilindora slurped quickly and awkwardly at Jein's own pussy, as if not to
be outdone.  Jein giggled and looked over at her.  "Don't try so hard,
sweetie.  It's not a contest.  We're both supposed to have fun, right?"

   "Sorry, I'm really new...  to this."

   "Be forceful if you want, but take it slow.  We've got all night," Jein
advised.

   "Okay," Ilindora replied with a blush.

   "No problem.  Let me show you a couple things to try out on Mithil when
you see her."

   Jein sank her fingers into Ilindora's thin backside to pull her pelvis
closer, then settled into another session of slow, passionate caresses with
her tongue over Ilindora's glistening folds.  Ilindora stifled a moan by
pressing her face deeper into Jein's muff, timidly laying a slow lick of
her own.  Jein groaned and her hips shook a little, and Ilindora lapped
again.  The elf started to pull her head back in surprise as her tongue
touched the ribbon of wet arousal she found running down Jein's inner
thigh.

   Something short and stubby prodded lightly at Ilindora's asshole and she
jerked in surprise, her face ricocheting off Jein's thigh and mashing her
face into Jein's groin.  Jein grunted from the impact but eased her thumb
up against and then into Ilindora's asshole, eliciting a scream from the
elf.  Passion such as she'd never felt came over the elf and she drove her
tongue as deep as she could into Jein's yawning muff, even as Jein slurped
right back at Ilindora's succulent, sodden folds.

   All of a sudden Ilindora screamed, throwing back her head and erupting
with sticky white sauce all over Jein's face.  Her body shook and convulsed
for a minute before she rolled onto her back and looked up at Jein, a
sheepish grin on her reddened face.

   "I bet the girls you're with usually last longer," the elf panted.

   "Ilindora...that was your first time, wasn't it?"

   She nodded.  "I'd been hoping I could find Mithil, and do it with her,
but I stopped feeling so self-conscious about, well...loving a blood
relative the way I do after I met you.  I wanted to thank you."

   "You're welcome.  And how about I give you some training to last longer
when you do go down on her?" Jein offered with a grin she doubted Ilindora
could see.

   "I thought I was supposed to be the one rewarding you...," Ilindora
giggled, then moaned softly as Jein laid down atop her and pressed their
bare forms together again.  Their moans of pleasure joined those wafting
out from the adjoining tents.

   --------

   Jein's walk was stiff and her clothes and hair rumpled as she exited the
tent a few hours after dawn.  She stumbled past the remains of the bonfire
and over to the tables beyond where a pitcher of water still stood among a
few scraps that birds were picking over scraps of the previous night's
banquet.  Gratefully Jein poured herself a drink and took it all down in
one swig.

   Her stomach growled at her, and she groaned back.  All that food
Ilindora had brought back, and Jein hadn't even thought about it in favor
of screwing until they both fell unconscious.  It was sure to be ice cold
by then.

   As her stomach grumbled again and she walked achingly slowly back to the
tent, Jein smiled to herself.  She'd earned that hunger, and helped a hot
girl feel more sure of herself.  It had been a good night.

   Back in the tent she sorted the meat, that was already starting to
smell, onto its own plate that she set outside and gathered all the fruit
and vegetables on another and bit into something that looked like a purple
apple.

   It had a slightly bitter taste, but some a rich undertone to the flavor
that made Jein take another bite.  While she was savoring a mouthful of
this weird fruit Ilindora stirred next to her and opened her eyes just a
crack.

   "Morning..."

   "Morning," Jein smiled lightly, and ran a hand over Ilindora's side. 
"You okay?  I never took a virgin five times in one night before."

   "I'm fine.  Do you really do this all the time?"

   "Well, I have been, yeah.  I banged my sisters, and I banged Sereda
before you guys came and found us in that cave, and then she and I banged
again after you left the stream, and...well, yeah."

   "Mmmmm," Ilindora sighed a pleased sigh and sat up.  "Then I must've
learned a lot last night."

   "I don't know, I'm kind of new at actually doing this stuff," Jein
admitted.  "Mostly I've just watched it."

   Ilindora gaped at her.  "You watch people have sex?"

   "Yeah.  Back home there's a whole industry built around it."

   "Oh my," Ilindora blushed and looked away.  "I really must've learned a
lot last night." She leaned over and cupped Jein's cheek to pull her into a
warm kiss.  "Thank you, Jein."

   "Believe me, it was my pleasure."

   -------

   A few hours later Jein had rounded up her sisters and Altia along with a
group of other elderly elves in white robes had led them to a circle of
miniature trees about a mile away from the elves' village.  In the northern
edge of the circle was a flat purple stone.

   Altia motioned for the three of them to step onto the stone, and then
she and the other elves spread out to surround the circle and raised their
arms to the sky.  They started a slow chant, but Altia regarded the sisters
one last time before she joined in.  "Thank you again," she said.

   Then Altia called out in the lilting language of the elves, her voice
joining the others.  The trees, the grass, the elves themselves turned
white, and then Jein felt herself floating.

   It was a lot like when she'd been brought to Akton in the first place,
but no rushing winds tore off her clothes, and she didn't feel anything
ulging out to replace her current anatomy.  Instead she was drifting
through a cloud.  And to her horror she looked around and grabbed at the
air, but her sisters were nowhere to be seen.

   Some kind of force guided her through the cloud to a marble balcony
floating in the air.  As soon as her boots touched it, the clouds covering
everything rapidly cleared away.  The sky was pink, and the balcony led up
to a marble arch, beyond which she could see a palace made of the same
marble of the balcony and arch, but with minarets of gold topping the
towers at is four corners.

   Jein's attention was seized not by the architecture, however, but by the
woman leaning against the arch.  She had soft pink hair that was so soft as
to almost look more like some kind of fog, tossed gently to one side by a
breeze Jein didn't feel.  She was a voluptuous specimen to be sure, with
her wide hips and large chest, rivaling Jein's own.

   This was easy to tell because she was totally naked, and looked totally
at ease with it.

   "Hello, Jein," she smiled.

   "Who are you?"

   The woman chuckled and her smile somehow got even brighter.  "I'm your
father, of course."