Note: As this will be a series which will heavily focus on story as well as sex, smut-based scenes will have (XXX) in the title. This way people who only care about harem-based shenanigans can easily pick them out over the story-based ones.
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Trysh'alia had used her magic to fix her shimmering white robes in order to cover her more than ample breasts up to where she felt decent; much to Aro's quiet dismay. She felt dirty in having exposed so much of herself even if it was accidental. Yet she could not ignore the blasphemous feeling of a warmth on her black panties which had grown alarmingly when she was on her knees, underneath this handsome and rather scruffy human.
Now on the road, she had clung to him like any loving wife would do to her husband. She felt the tension in his muscular arm as it was crushed between her heavy tits. Every sway of her wide hips bumped into him, thanks to the instinctual switch of her gait; and it continued until the gates of Framton had become small, and only a glint in the horizon. Trysh only kept it going in case the perverted deviant had abandoned his post to follow them, waiting to strike her companion and take her away into the bushes that lined the road. Elves always needed to feel far more paranoid around sleazy men...She told herself that was the reason why she held onto him for so long, certainly no other reason why she wanted to feel him upon her.
Eventually, when she felt his firm bicep loosen up as the attractive young man got comfortable, she sighed and released him, freeing his arm from the pillowy prison of her oversized breasts. Even with the physical separation Trysh'alia had started to develop a trust within herself for this man; he had saved her from a horrible fate where most men would have joined in with the brutish guardsman, or watched if that was what they were into. Potential violators hid in all corners of the world, always seeking Elvish ass whether she was a celibate follower of Vernande or a commoner. Being around Aro allowed her to be at ease, he made her feel safe...That was something she had been sure about from the moment they met.
"I still wish to thank you for what you did Aro. Not many people would bravely stand up against such a brute. That is why we followers of Vernande must cover up at all times you see, because of what you just saw. But even then, it's a task to stay away from certain towns, or to keep away from dark streets. Frankly it is silly of me to even be out with strangers...So I am placing a lot of trust in you." She flashed him her best attempt at puppy dog eyes, with her glittering gemstones glistening in the heavy sunlight. She caught him blush and try to ignore the bounce of her 36L's from the corner of his eyes. But she saw, and felt ok with his wandering gaze. Above all else she knew how hard it would be, Elves were never undesired by the male gender, so to be travelling with her must have been tantalising for him. Her robes did little to hide their size, as did all Elven chests in their robes; with each step she took in her snub-nosed heels made them heave up and crash down on her body. It was an issue that could be quickly solved with a bra, valuing comfort over the constant need to adjust the tightness of such a vile thing...To her comfort was far more important than a little jiggle.
"I'm not one to take a woman by force, I am no monster. But I don't ever need to say much to get what most men seek." Aro responded with matter-of-fact tone to his voice. "You have nothing to worry about, I respect your religious following far too much to try anything with you." Even then Trysh noticed the tall man turn his head in her direction at the slightest noise; the little excuses to get a look at her jiggly boobs was petty at best, but she couldn't stop finding it cute, so much so that the burning in her underwear became far more apparent when she looked into his pretty eyes focus on her body.
The yellow dirt road opened out into the sunny plains in which the kingdom was known for. The lush green grass swished like water as the wind blew across the open fields, and packs of birds flew high in the cloudless sky. One of which was huge, well over the size of an oak tree. The magical beast was a graceful one, and its caw could be heard from miles around. Trysh grinned as she felt the breath of the wilds caress her perfect features, making her long silky bleached blonde hair to swish along with the direction of the wind. She was so enraptured with the herd of large birds high in the cloudless blue sky that she barely noticed Aro subtly pull his carry bag over his front, around his crotch.
The feeling of her lips on his cheek still lingered on Aro, it was warm, wet and the puffy lips that belonged to Trysh were certainly the plumpest, kissable lips he had ever seen. "So...That kiss..." He started.
"Isn't that sort of touching forbidden within your church? I only guessed anything more than a hug would mean your neck getting removed from your body. I've heard stories of other priestesses...How even if they're taken against their will that the Matron of their monastery had the power to order an execution..."
Trysh's jewellery coated ears flicked in a reflex and she cocked one manicured black brow up at her human companion. "I'm not a part of the temple anymore, so I think I can take a few liberties without breaking my personal vows...You seem to know a lot about the order. Have a thing for Elves do you?" She teased him with a cheeky smile. The abundant wildlife and the warmth of the day had relaxed her, allowing Aro to glimpse upon what a laid back Trysh was like. He did not respond to her question, but she could tell from the way his bottom lip shook told her more than she needed to know; he was a man, of course he fetishized Elven girls.
"Actually, I only know what I learned in school, like all men do when they come of age. 'Don't touch women of Veranade, as their life's would be forfeit as will yours.'"
"And that's all?" Trysh asked inquisitively. Aro nodded. The Elf replied with a soft hum, breasts still bouncing and moulding the thick fabric around them as they travelled.
"Well, seeing as we have time on our hands, I may as well tell you more about my people. I shall keep it brief though...My people were not always exclusively female. A long, long time ago the kingdom of Elves, Eifland, spanned across the entire country. We Elves ruled over the Donis, Humans, and even the Kitsune. We all lived in peace, culture thrived more than it ever had before. Elven men were mighty warriors, and beautiful poets too, the women were treasured as a vital source of knowledge and political power also; back in those times females were often leaders..."
"But of course, that peace was broken by the Orc's of the Black Islands. Our people were at war with them for thousands of years...It was a hard time, or so I was told. Elvish women were selectively kidnapped and forced to breed with Orcs. It was said they were kept in 'Breeding Cages', where all that was held within was a bed, and a hole to defecate. The more...voluptuous ones were chosen; Orcs just love a nice feminine body as I am sure you know." Aro nodded, listening intently to how the beautiful Elf weaved the horrifically brutal story of her people's history to him in her sweet melodic voice.
"This selective breeding made many permanent changes to our people. Now every Elf is naturally physically perfect for child birth, pregnancies are quick and simple for us; we can even manipulate magic to choose what gender a child can be. If we choose female, Elven females are a near certainty."
"Is that why there are so many Elvish prostitutes you think?" Aro asked. Trysh hummed in response, confirming his question without words.
"But the Orcs also changed...More. Sometimes, when using our Elvish healing magic, our desire for...Sex, grows like one would when starving. Cravings, desperation and... Leakage..." She mumbled the last word under her breath; flashing back to the night before where just talking to the man now walking beside her made her panties soaked and thighs coated in her excitement.
"We followers of Vernande keep the dignity of our ancestors alive. Rejecting our primal desires to embrace the artistry and beauty of the Elves of old. I'm certain you have seen elvish weaponry, even our blades are words of art... To see what our people have devolved into...Living tools for sexual pleasure...It saddens me, as it does our goddess Vernande."
There was a small silence between the twosome, one that was rather awkward. Aro blew hot air from his lips as he shook his head. "I never knew that. At least your people still aren't locked in cages at the mercy to Orcs...Why did they force your kind to change like that though? Just to pleasure soldiers?"
Trysh nodded as the dense forested area which Aro spoke of drew closer, the shimmering emerald leaves glimmering under the light of the sun which painted a pretty picture to the human and the Elf. "That, and to birth Orc children. As I mentioned, a few years into the war Elvish birth went from a nine-month pregnancy to only four months. Once an Orc was born, the mothers were taken and impregnated once more. If it was a male Elf, it was eaten. A female? Once reaching a suitable age she too would become cattle for the Orcs to pleasure themselves with. That's how we always have rather similar body types, a forced natural selection."
Aro felt his simple breakfast of baked bread and dried meat come back up his throat. The story was vile and horrible, and how this fine-looking woman told it with no sign of tears was off putting. "I'm sorry..." Aro said. Trysh looked up at him and blushed, shaking her head as to tell him there was no need to apologise.
"I am sure however, that you know Orcs still dip their toes in Elf trafficking. Which is why I hope you do not sell me to the highest bidder if I end up not paying you enough." She smiled as if the last few minutes had never taken place. Aro scoffed and grinned.
"I get around the kingdom. I know some dark dealings from the criminal underworld. I'm not just a sword to swing you know." The thin lines of trees that acted as a shaded arch over the dirt trail began to thicken, slowly but surely, they were entering the forest. Aro's hand now constantly gripped on the hilt of his sword, senses were dedicated to protect the goddess from harm.
"But no. If I did that then my image will surely become notorious with backstabbing and lying. We travellers have morals. Besides, I don't think I'd want to part with you so soon."
Trysh stifled a smile, inside she cursed herself for feeling the urge to tug on her hair and step with a little extra spring in her step to make her assets even more energetic. "Oh? And why would that be? I am sure that there are other women who would be more fun to travel with than a simple girl of the cloth like me." She giggled and made for the small white leather water sack that was fastened to a part of her robes. She uncorked it, and took a long gulp of the fresh water. Aro watched as she spread her lips to accept the liquid into her mouth, he bit his bottom lip as he imagined something else, something far more depraved as the simple act of drinking water. She offered him the water with a friendly look.
