Chapter 10: War and Redemption (MF magic)

© 2011 Rhys Lysander

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[1]
Dathan pushed Arpi away to an arm's length. “Does Shrikeen know about the egg?”

“How would I know that? Aren't you the dragon's master? As Kya said?”

Dathan laughed, “Our relationship is not so straightforward as that.”

“Perhaps I will ask her the next time I see her.”

“So Kya told you about us. About me.”

“She told me another part of a children’s story, one I could hardly believe,” the elven lass said.

“And yet you still came here to find me?” Arpi shrugged. “So you do not believe her, or the tale I told you?”

“Believe what? That you are something from a legend? From a story told to frighten children? That you are older than the world and that you broke another one?"  Arpi shook her head, "Wait, is that why you think I called you my Lord?”

Dathan nodded, “Yes, and all that is true, just as I started to tell you before. Except the bit about the other world. They needed no help from me to break it.”

Arpi pulled back into his embrace. “It hardly matters anyway. I am with you and you are with me.”

“You always were my favorite you know.”

“Me?”

“That is not what I meant. Not you in particular until just now, but rather all of you. The elves. It took much work to...never mind. It no longer matters.”

“And how long have we been your favorite?”

Dathan brushed the hair from her face, “For a very, very long time.” He paused. “Though I am keen to hear of your trip to the place you called the Damned Isle, I wonder if you ever got back to the Gypsy, and Tobin?”

Arpi grinned. “Maybe a year or so later I happened to run across Tobin in a pub a long way from where I had last seen him. He told me there was something he really wanted me to see. I followed him back to the docks and to the ship. He pointed to the bowsprit, and there I was, carved into a single piece of wood and larger than life.” She shook her head. “I don't know who crafted it, or how he did it, but he captured my likeness perfectly.”

“And just how were you depicted in this wooden tribute?” Dathan asked with a smirk.

“Well, nude as traditional of course, with my hair blown back by the wind and my breasts hanging down. My arms were angled back to my sides, not spread wide as you might normally see. But that wasn't the best part.”

“Do tell.”

“My legs were spread slightly, bent at the knees, and it is was very clear that I was quite pleasantly impaled on a part of the ship itself. The look on my wooden face was one of pleasure frozen in time.”

“Okay, I have heard quite enough of your stories for now.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Dathan declared. He pushed the fire maned girl away and grasped her ankles. He flipped her over onto her belly then spread her legs. Knowing what he was after, she bent her knees and held her arms out to her sides. She lifted her hips off the bed as she felt his hot cock feel for her opening. Finding it, he sank into her with a deep groan of satisfaction. Now firmly ensconced in the busty elf's intimate embrace, he pressed his weight down on her hips, forcing her flat on the bed and pushing fully into her.

“Fuck!” yelled Arpi as her breath was pushed out of her lungs. Feeling playful (as always), she moved her hands over her head and clawed at the sheets in a weak attempt to pull away from the man that pinned her to the bed. Dathan reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her tightly to him and ensuring he stayed fully inside her. He moved his hands to her arms and pulled them back down alongside her body. He held on to her wrists tightly as he started to fuck her.

“Mmmm, mounted on the ship for all time, eh?”

“It was, oooh, quite erotic.”

“Tell me.”

“My pussy was, aaaah, mmmm--”

Dathan stopped moving. “Keep talking my dear.”

“My pussy was flared open,” she said as Dathan begin to fuck her. “Mmm, open and accepting the massive shaft of wood that extended into me. Ahhhhh, oohhh, my lips were wrapped around it quite securely, with no gaps. Mmm, fuck me Dathan.”

In response, Dathan started to thrust more forcefully, pounding the willing elf into the bed as he dropped his full weight on her buttocks with each stroke. “Anything else?” Dathan groaned.

Arpi strained to move her arms, eager to push into a kneeling position, but Dathan held her firm and she enjoyed the bit of rough play. It sent her arousal a bit higher. “Ohhh,” she purred, “The artisan made sure that my clit was big enough for all to see. It was as if it too was in the breeze being stroked by the sea air. Mmmm, Dathan, it was as if the ship itself held me in position while it fucked me.”

“Only one thing that wooden elf couldn't have.”

“Mmmm, yes, a pussy full of cum.”

Dathan groaned loudly and fucked her faster, her panting and groans announcing she was as excited and ready as he. “Exactly,” he said.

Panting with effort, Arpi said, “Oh yes, come for me!”

Dathan felt his cock tighten as the feeling came over him. He yelled out, pulling on her shoulders as he continued to drive into her. He held off as long as he could, and then shouted “Yes!” as his cock started to pulse and pump his seed into his elven lover.

Arpi felt him stiffen, and then felt herself become even wetter. Straining against his grasping wrists, she clamped down on his prick with as much force as she could muster. The sensation and knowledge of his filling her added to her pleasure, and she held her grip and the strain against his hands until the dam broke. This time, no words passed her lips, “Nnngggg, oooohhh, mmmm, ahhhhh,” was all she could say as it seemed every muscle in her body contracted with her orgasm.

Her pussy rhythmically massaged his prick, urging him to keep fucking her and to stay fully within her as he continued to come. He slowed down only when he could take it no more. Letting go of her wrists, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her on the cheek. As he started to back away, she clutched at him, “Not yet, please stay.”

Reaching under her, he cupped her breasts and pulled her to him as he rolled to place them on their sides. He kneaded her breasts as he slowly softened within her. “Mmm,” she said, “You see, I told you we needed to eat before I told my story. Now it is your turn.”

“What about the trip to the Isle?”

“Not yet, and I'm tired of talking for a while.”

Dathan nodded, got up and poured two glasses of wine, handing one to her. “Where to go next...”

[2]
“She was straight from hell, but you never could tell, cause you were blinded by her lies--” Dio, Gypsy

Arpi and Dathan sat across from each other in comfy chairs. A couple of glasses of wine and a pair of climaxes later, they had not resumed talking.

“You said this world caused you difficulty that you had not anticipated. Can you tell me of that?” Arpi asked.

Dathan sighed heavily. “All the knowledge of what had been had not prevented what happened. It is as if history is something we are cursed to know but never to appreciate, understand or avoid.”
…
Adana and I were inseparable for a long time. Doubtless the others knew, but it was not something of which we spoke. Looking back, I should have realized that day on the mountainside was a portent. I understand that it appears I do not believe in such things, but when the sum of events is considered, it is difficult to believe otherwise.

In the first year we brought in all the younger races, as we referred to them. The elves, dwarves, humans, and even some other, less pleasant types that you might refer to as monsters. It was not long after this that the debates over our place in the world really began. It was the sixth council meeting, a little over a year after we came here, when everything flew apart at once.

“It is our place in this world. It is our right!” shouted Zelnon. An elected leader in our last 'home', at one time he had been widely respected.

“What you propose is nothing more than enslavement of the others. As if we should treat them like, like nothing more than cattle,” Suur countered. I had always admired Suur, a wisened academic who was the oldest of the twenty. I had not yet heard of a cause Suur had championed that had not called to my heart. This was shaping up to be no different.

“Gentlemen, this is hardly something we need to resolve now.” The woman speaking this time was Liana, a good friend of Adana and one of the youngest amongst us.

“There is no time but now,” said Savarn, perhaps my closest friend. “There are two choices before us: light and dark. I, for one, will not abide by the latter. We cannot control the fates of the others on this world simply because we have the means.”

There was a shrill chuckle from the far side of the council chamber, it came from Adana. “Savarn, that is precisely why we should do so. Because we can. To rule is our birthright.”

I was stunned. Not just because it was Adana speaking, but because she had harbored these ideas of superiority and god-hood and I had never seen it bubbling beneath her surface. “So you are saying,” I began, “that the only reason for the younger races to exist is to serve us?”

Adana shrugged, and Zelnon said, “That is precisely what we are saying.”

I was shocked for the second time in as many minutes. A glance at Adana told me all I needed to know—the two of them were together on this, and many other things it seemed. I had been played for a fool, not seeing this wicked plot because Adana had been keeping me distracted. Unable to speak for a moment, Suur picked up the gauntlet. “We will not follow down this path of destruction. We will not sit by and watch as the younger races are turned into nothing more than servants for you.”

“Oh? And who is we?” asked Liana.

Suur and I looked around the table and found we were in the minority. From the nods and looks it seemed there were only eight of the twenty on our side. A vote was not going resolve this issue in a satisfactory way. Suur and I exchanged a glance, we knew what it meant and what was coming. Always the diplomat, he said, “Might we have a moment to confer?”

Zelnon rose and exited the room. “Take all the time you need,” he said as he left.

No sooner he had left the room then the eight of us, including Suur and Savarn, made a hasty exit through one of the other doors. Perhaps the others had not anticipated our move, but we met no resistance as we made our way to our dragons and took flight.

[3]
“And the things that he fears, are a weapon to be held against them,” RUSH, The Weapon

The next several weeks were horrible for all of us. The Slavers, as we took to knowing our opposition, sought to bait us into battle by threatening sites we felt obliged to defend. Although the numbers of the younger races were small then and few great concentrations of them existed, the great forests, and the Guardians we brought to allow nature a fighting chance at balance, were targets we had to succor.

At the end of the second week two of us fell while defending one of the great forests in the south. Though the Guardian had survived, we could not long survive such a war of attrition. Especially when we started out with fewer numbers than our opponents.

At dawn of the start of the third week, I went by myself to obtain a more certain means of victory. You see, no matter how noble the aim, there is always someone who is willing to cheat in order to have the upper hand. I do not know why I did it. All twenty and the dragons they commanded had forsworn the kinds of technology and knowledge that had ruined our world. Yet for some reason I believed they might be necessary and had not completely given them up. The Tome of Dragons, of which you just spoke, is such a thing. Not one that I brought in this case, but one of the same ilk.

On the Isle of the Center, a place that would later be known as the Isle of the Damned, in a location known only to myself and Shrikeen, I had hidden away a number of items to help in the event someone decided the new world was to be remade as the old one. I had only a limited space I could conceal during the passage, and that space was filled to capacity. I gathered up only what I needed, then took to the skies as soon as I could. Unbeknownst to me, we had been followed. Four of the enemy to my one. I did not bother to ascertain who they were, for as soon as I was visible to them they launched their attack and made their intentions known.

Fearsome magic, the kind that we had agreed would remain in the past, rained down on me. Attacks with lightning, fire, acid and pain. Shrikeen rolled instinctively, bobbing and weaving to evade the majority of their efforts. As she regained our altitude and our enemies regrouped for another assault, I readied one of the items I had retrieved. There was no way I could let them escape with the knowledge that I had brought such things to this world. In the end, that might have been worse than their mutiny itself, not only for my actions, but because the Isle sheltered the two great cities we had built for the young races and they would destroy those places to find anything else hidden there.

One of the riders drew within range and I unleashed my weapon on the rider and their mount. The weapon burned in my hand, for it had not been designed to be held when fired, and a beam of energy lanced out at them. Rider and dragon fell in a heap to the ocean thousands of feet below. I did not need to observe their fall to know their fate. The remaining three regrouped and counterattacked. While I sustained a serious wound, Shrikeen avoided any such inflictions. And when she had again regained position, I was ready with the weapon.

This time, the enemy was known to me. Zelnon glared at me, so close I could see his eyes. He shouted some kind of epithet at me, but it did not even have time to register before I lanced him with the weapon. As with the first, he fell to the sea as a lifeless ball of man and dragon. Another attack wounded me, and I found myself unable to wield the lance weapon. Shrikeen suffered a wound as well, and sought the thicker air of low altitude to regain her mobility. I told her to flee if the others followed, and if not, she was to pursue them. Sure enough, still confident in their superior numbers, the two remaining riders gave chase.

Taking one of the explosive pods from my pack, I primed it and told Shrikeen to climb and turn back toward the Isle. Gauging my pursuers to be only a few seconds behind me, I armed the pod and cast it toward them, telling Shrikeen to distance herself as much as possible. The null-weapon pod detonated between them, but closer to one than the other. The closer rider simply ceased to be, and the remaining half of the dragon fell to the sea. The more distant one appeared seriously wounded, and was gliding for the island coast as Shrikeen turned to give chase.

We landed close to the last survivor, the dragon stumbling and near death and its rider in no better condition. I was not proud of what I had done, but this was war, and there promised to be many more deaths if I did not do what was required to eliminate the foe. Drawing my blade and closing on the rider, I recognized Adana. She was burned over most of her body, the result of being close to the effect of the pod. Shrikeen closed on the felled dragon and killed it with a quick bite to the neck. Adana drew her weapon and faced me. “I had no idea you would resort to the forbidden weapons,” she said.

“I will do what is needed to keep you from repeating our mistakes. We will not allow you and yours to rule the younger races like they are slaves.”

Adana spit at the ground, it was tinged with blood, and she was wobbly on her feet. “There was a time when I thought you understood, when I thought you would join us.”

I knew, with acute pain, that she was referring to the first time we made love. But again, this was war. “There was a time when I believed everyone understood what we were fighting for on this world. And now I fight to ensure those left standing have the right idea.”

“Right according to you maybe.”

“Maybe. But history remembers only the victors.”

She nodded, then attempted to make an attack. She was weak, and I easily deflected her blow and drove her back. “History will not forget what you have done here today, how you have forsaken your own vows,” she said weakly.

From the corner of my vision, Shrikeen struck with one of her powerful talons, pinning Adana through the chest and to the ground. Her voice rang in my head, 'The only remembrance will be ours, oath-breaker.'

I dropped my blade and ran to Adana's side as Shrikeen retracted her talon. Adana's eyes locked with mine for a moment, but there was no remorse to be seen, no apology. I had truly lost her. Her eyes glazed over, and then she was gone.
…
Arpi held Dathan's head cradled in the valley between her breasts. He held a hand with one of his own, caressed the skin of her chest and breasts with the other. He did not look up.

[4]
By the end of the fourth week things were more desperate. Of necessity it had not been just myself that brought the forbidden items with him. A vicious cycle repeated, but after the first round the odds of such a war of attrition favored neither side. It was not bad enough that we hunted and killed each other, but the Slavers thought nothing of taking shelter amongst the younger races. Knowing the outcome for the younger was even darker should we lose, we tried to be cautious, but when chance provided, we gave no quarter to our enemies.

Hundreds, maybe thousands died not even knowing what ills they had visited on the world to warrant their fates. Truth be told they were simply in the wrong place at the absolutely worst time. The two largest cities were on the Isle of the Center, where I had hidden away my weapons. It was there that the remaining Slavers, once allied with Zelnon and now loyal to nothing but his tainted memory, made their last stand. Suur and I took no pity on them, and in that there was no pity for the others living on the isle. Though the carnage was appalling, we did not falter in our resolve. A full week of dark struggle passed before Suur and I were the last standing of the old race.

Overcome with guilt, Suur fled to the south. I never saw him again, but many years later I learned of his codex and the detached ramblings that were contained in it. At the same time I fled to the north, to one of the citadels we had fashioned out of the living rock when first we came here. I thought to live out the remainder of my days in solitude, but things changed.

A long time, a very long time later, a beautiful young woman stumbled into my demesne. It had been nearly forever since anyone had dared to enter the citadel. I was intrigued. All the more so because of her beauty.

…
“You bring me to sacred ground, when I'm inside you--” Queensryche, Open

“Julienne?”

Dathan nodded. “Yes, that was her. She was in bad shape when she arrived, and I nursed her back to health. I suppose it was more or less inevitable that we would end up together, given the situation. She was very grateful, and so was I, for her companionship.”

Something in his tone signaled something else to Arpi. “How long was she here with you?”

Dathan shifted his head between her breasts and gave her a strong hug. “Almost five months. She didn't tell you that did she?”

Arpi shook her head, though Dathan could not see her. “No, but she always told me she could remember little of her time here. Why did she stay so long?”

“At first I was simply lonely. I had held no one since Adana, and I was, if not desperate, then certainly ready for a lover. But over time there was more.”

“Then why did you send her away?”

“Eventually, that more was not enough.”

“What was missing?”

Dathan pushed back from her and looked her in the eyes. “Would you mind so much if we did not talk about this just now?”

Arpi smiled at him, a tinge of sadness to her expression. She nodded slowly in acquiescence. Dathan did not return her smile, but he leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. Still holding on to her, he pulled her toward him and lay her back on the bed. As he continued to suckle at her breast, she ran her fingers through his hair. His fingers found her sex, and she was ready for him, as ever.

He shifted his position, still clutching to her nipple, and knelt between her thighs. She reached down and held him, firm and solid and thoroughly male. She clenched a handful of his hair as she held his rampant prick aimed at her entrance, “I am here with you now. Be with me now, and come into me.”

Dathan let go of her nipple and turned to face her. A look he had not seen in over twenty years adorned her face. She truly wanted him above all others, and there was no doubt inside her that he felt the same toward her. He made to thrust into her and she held him out. She pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear. “I am for you, Lord Dathan, and I offer myself to you.” She released her hold on his prick, and he held himself outside her. “If you are for me, then enter me now and take me for your own.”

Dathan pulled away from her grip and looked at the rapturous expression on her face. “I do take you for my own, my sweet Arpi.” As he finished his words he slid into her, slowly, with purpose and with each of them enjoying the penetration in utter silence. When he was fully seated within her, he said, “And now, my little elven slut, I will take my pleasure of you.”

In an instant Arpi threw her heels around his lower back and thrust her hips up off the bed and into his pelvis. At the same time she let go of his head and dug her nails into his back. She lifted her head to whisper in his ear. “But not before I take mine from you.”

Dathan chortled, but immediately began to fuck her with hard and fast strokes. Arpi, eager to beat him to the first climax of their competition, fucked him back. She pressed her tits to his chest, trying to get him to move faster and drive her onward. “Mmmm, fuck me Dathan, make me come.”

“Aaachk,” Dathan grunted, “You little slut, what you need is a good pounding!” he half yelled as she dug into his back and thrust her hips up to meet his.

“Mmmm, no, whew, worries here,” she panted.

As Dathan stroked within her, the velvety wetness of her embrace fondled his prick in the most perfect way possible. Though she already felt divine and welcoming, as she started to come, her pussy started to clamp down on his cock in the most intimate of embraces. Though her eyes were rolling up in pleasure, she forced herself to remain in the present. “You've, ahhhh, pleased me my, ahaaah, Lord. Now, let me please you.” She quit talking as her muscles seized up on her, clenching at his back and at his cock with a death grip.

In moments she regained her wits and turned her attention back to Dathan. She pushed at his chest and he sat back on his haunches, still fucking her. She placed his hands on her tits. “Feel me Dathan, I want you. I need you to come inside me.” As Dathan tightened his grip on her tits and sped up his strokes, her tits bounced as he slammed into her pussy. “Come in me Dathan,” she panted, “Come in me and give yourself to me.”

“I,” he started, “I...”

Arpi grabbed at his back and rolled herself on top of him. She immediately started moving her hips so as to slide rapidly along his length. Her pussy worked on him, and it had the only result it could have.

“Arpi,” he groaned. She bounced her hips faster, stroking his cock with her slick glove. She was looking at him with a look of simple adoration. “Arpi, I--”

She held his head in her hands and forced him to look her in the eye as she rode him and brought him off. “Shhhh, come for me Dathan. Let go of the past and fill me.”

Dathan stared into her eyes even as he fought the urge to close them. The feeling of peace, and tightness, and release came over him, and his cock started to pulse inside her. She watched the expression on his face, her own look mimicking the wonder on his. One time or a thousand it did not matter—for the young elf looking into his eyes as he came claimed his soul in a way he could not communicate. The ecstasy he felt was reflected in her eyes as she continued to stroke her pussy along his length as he poured himself into her. “Ohhhh, fuck!” he yelled, half way through a glorious climax.

The young red haired elf continued to hold his face and look into his eyes, but when he called out, she gave herself over to the climax that was waiting for release. With a cry she fell forward onto his chest, pressing her tits into his chest while still holding his head in her hands. Of their own volition his hips began to buck, taking over the mating dance from his partner and energetically continuing to help plant his seed in her pussy. Arpi was panting and saying incoherent things, matched by equally incoherent ramblings from Dathan.

Moments later, spent and sated, she allowed her weight to lay on him fully. “I think I shall simply die here. Or at least, simply go to sleep here.”

Dathan ran his fingers along her sides. “That will be quite all right. I shall be here, inside you, when you awaken.”


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