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Lord Talos of Evora
Catriona, Imperial County of Catriona
26
th
of Zenith, 1282
D.f.
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The morning sun hadn't yet risen when Talos awoke in a fright. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he breathed a quick sigh of relief, realizing he was not, in fact, in the midst of combat as he had been in a dream now far-off. He unclenched his fists, then assessed his present situation.
A snoozing elf to his right, nestled contentedly atop his shoulder. Somehow he hadn't waken her when he himself awoke, a state that he would ensure remained. He glanced left, finding an auburn-haired sorceress splayed out as far as she could possibly be, taking up the remaining two-thirds of the mattress.
Easy enough.
Talos carefully and gently lifted Casiama's head, then slid his shoulder out from under her with the loudest creak of bone in the entire Empire, he figured. He laid her gently on the pillow, then removed her hand from his chest with the same delicateness. Talos lifted himself from the bed, sighing that he had succeeded. Little Talos was asleep in a corner of the room, secure in his crib.
Good.
Ever since Alanna had returned, the babe had cried far less frequently according to Casiama, much to Talos' delight. Perhaps it was his mother's comfort that did it. Perhaps it was a coincidence.
Talos tip-toed out of the bedroom as softly as he could, and headed down the stairs for his morning training regimen. A swordsman refused for his skills to gain rust in such a comfortable place as Catriona, even when there was no evidence to suggest that rust would spread. He threw on a shirt and pair of pants from the day before, laid haphazardly over the couch by an eagerly lustful sorceress yesterday.
He ambled over the end of the hall, picking up his blunted practice sword. Entirely practical, it was a simple meteorite steel sword custom-made for the man to simulate his lightweight and ornate blade of war, Dawnbringer. It was lightweight, only weighing a couple of pounds, yet had a forty-four inch blade. A truly remarkable-
"Good morning honey," a soft, feminine voice cooed from the stairway. Talos almost jumped from his skin in surprise, not having heard her steps whatsoever. He didn't turn towards her, feeling just that disappointed that she'd woken up.
"Morning, Cass," he replied softly without turning towards her, raising his blade skyward as if in inspection. Casiama bounced towards him silently, wrapping her arms around his chest.
"Time for training, already? Were you not going to wake me?" she half-giggled and half-whispered into his ear. Talos was, truthfully, not going to. Casiama had only been joining him in his daily regimen for a week, and he had already begun to miss his time alone. But he would never tell her that, of course.
"Figured you'd find your own way to me," he replied smoothly, shrugging her off as kindly he could. A flash of light behind him; Casiama was already fully-dressed and equipped for their training by the time Talos had turned around. Her 'human' clothes, as she called them, consisted of a pair of tight leather pants, a white cotton shirt, and a leather corset above that. Simple enough to pass for one of them while still displaying her wonderful figure. She had a short, one-handed practice sword belted at her hip. Talos leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips, and the pair departed out of the front door momentarily.
"Think you will finally stop going easy on me?" Casiama asked as they walked down the cobblestone street in front of their house towards the nearest park. The townhouse did not have the room available for a proper training regimen, but the city was calm enough in the mornings to not be troubled of one or two people practicing their art in a public field. Casiama's hair was still braided appropriately to hide her pointed ears, just in case.
"Who said I was going easy? Maybe you're just that wondrous a swordmistress, Cass," Talos smirked, finding his own sarcasm humorous. Casiama nudged him with her shoulder as they made their way down the street, smiling brightly as she did.
"
I
said you are. You treat me like a princess, honey," she accused of him warmly.
"Well you
are
a princess, honey," Talos retorted truthfully with a smirk. The elf flicked her gaze his way, her ponytail flinging playfully when she did.
"Yes, but do I fight like one?" she smiled. Talos shook his head in wordless reply, then turned off the street and walked onto the park; a sixty-by-sixty foot patch of grass surrounded by two-story townhomes with a small fountain in the center. He flexed his shoulders before unsheathing his practice sword, taking another twenty paces from the elf atop the park's grass, which was coated with a morning dew.
He turned towards her, lifting his sword skyward. "Fine, I won't hold back," he promised with a smirk as Casiama unsheathed her own blade. Talos strode towards her, soon bringing his sword down in a vertical cut at half the speed he was capable of.
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Talos and Casiama returned home after only an hour of training. Talos typically trained for the better part of two, but the elf had called for an early end due to her exhaustion. It was a disappointment, sure, but Talos figured she was at least getting better at the art. It would take years for her to come near his own skill level, surely, but she was at least learning not to hint where she would strike next through her wandering eyes.
The remainder of the day went by as typically as it could for Talos; he ate, he fed the horses, he told his infant son things he absolutely shouldn't have - knowing the babe wouldn't understand what he was saying - and even cracked open a history tome purchased from the market, titled '
The Subjugation of Tardia
'.
Casiama had, earlier, offered to draw a hot bath for Talos, while Alanna offered hot food twice that day. Any man would have felt completely relaxed in his situation, having his two loves perform his every bidding without an ask.
But Talos wasn't just any man, and he surely did not want to feel relaxed. Each display of generosity now made him suspicious. His life had been one of the road for fourteen years, and the niceties of Catriona troubled him far more than they helped. Talos had only gotten twenty pages into the tome he read before Casiama begged him for his attention, through a stroke of his member through his smallclothes as he sat on the couch near the fireplace. Talos put down the tome, just as he was in the midst of the Emperor's rallying speech to his defeated legions.
"Shouldn't we wait for Alanna, hm?" Talos asked with the raise of a brow towards the grinning elf on her knees before him. Perhaps it would dissuade her from immediate action, and allow him to finish the speech.
Casiama undressed him anyway, revealing Talos' hardened cock springing to life for her. Her smile somehow widened.
"But I am going to take you in my mouth. Don't you like that, honey?" the princess purred as sultrily as she could, her eyes fixed on his manhood. "I know you enjoy it with
her
."
Oh, so that's what this is about
, Talos thought to himself. It seemed both girls' thoughtful actions of late had only been performed to trump one another, as if they were proving their superior compatibility with the man. It wasn't a competition that their family could sustain for long, nor was it one Talos appreciated. He just wanted some damned time to himself.
He willed a smile on his face regardless, leaning down towards Casiama to grip her arm and pull her up to his level.
"You don't have to, Cass. Your womanhood is all I need," Talos replied softly. Perhaps he really did treat her like a princess, he mused. To find Casiama on her knees just seemed out of place, and not befitting of the willowy elf whatsoever. She took his invitation and straddled his lap on her knees, pulling the hem of her long dress up as she did so. Talos placed his hands on her waist as Casiama leaned in for a deep kiss.
"Are you sure?" she asked with a frown after their lips parted wetly. "I've been... watching her do it. I think-"
"I'm sure, honey," Talos reassured her, slowly sliding a hand down her toned midriff and towards her heat. The elf moaned as his touch neared, shifting her panties to the side with a smile and without second thought. Talos pressed his fingers against her pearl through her dress for a moment, then slid his hand underneath to play with her wettened lips.
"Hmm," Casiama sighed, biting her lip while rocking herself against the welcome invaders. She leaned over him to kiss him wetly on the lips for a minute before drawing herself away.
Casiama spun atop him to face away, the fabric of her dress tickled Talos as she did. She rocked her hips against his manhood for a moment, feeling his bell slip between her folds, feeling every vein of his manhood rub against her sensitivity. Casiama guided his shaft to her pussy with gentle touch and a moan of pleasure when she couldn't stand to be without it any longer.
"Nuh..." Casiama moaned breathlessly, leaning away from her man while she held his legs for support. "We lock so perfectly, you and I."
"We do," Talos agreed with a smirk, holding her gently at the waist as she began to rise and fall atop him. He found it just that much more lewd that the princess had decided not to, or merely forgotten to, remove her dress for the endeavor.
Casiama rode him, as she always did, without need of encouragement or assistance. With her limitless grace and vigor she could keep swallowing his cock with her womanhood for a quarter-hour straight, and so she eagerly did once more. Her hips rocked faster and faster as time went on, and the man did his best to keep himself from shooting too soon. A difficult task with one so fair atop you.
Only when Casiama begged him for his seed did he erupt within her, drenching her drenched pussy further. She rode him for another minute afterwards to ensure he was well-spent.
Casiama panted for air as she rose from her man's softening cock, shifting her panties into their proper place to secure his seed within her womb. She turned and conjured a small towel in her hand with a smile, wiping Talos' cock clean of their combined juices.
"I'm going to... keep your seed in me all day, Talos," Casiama admitted through a whisper and deeply blushed cheeks. A lustful statement to make on its own, but now just another point in Casiama's favor in her endless and pointless struggle to prove her worth to Talos.
And Talos was pretty sure he'd heard Alanna say the same statement a couple days ago. He smirked anyway as he rose from the couch and wrapped an arm around Casiama.
"I love you, Cass," he said instead, giving her a tickling flurry of kisses on her soft, thin neck. The elf giggled and squirmed adorably in his grasp, but he refused to let her go as she playfully slapped his back.
"You're my everything, Talos!" she squealed through her laughter. Talos released the princess when he had felt her neck had received the punishment it deserved, then outstreched his arms.
