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It's bright here, almost blindingly.
I can hear the wild music playing and feet stamping and dancing but I can't see anything yet, the mist remains in my eyes. I can feel Morgain release my hand and grip my shoulder, her touch sending electronic sparks down my arm.
"We're here." She remarks, and the mist fades.
I'm looking at a massive hall seemingly built out of crystal like glass surrounded by deep forests and blue sky, there are dozens of Elfkind dancing in a massive circle around something I can't see and I'm standing next to a throne, I glance down and see Morgain sitting down, her hand leaving my arm and making me feel somehow hungry for the contact.
Morgain nods to a beautiful Elfkind maiden standing to the right of the throne.
She's short for an Elfkind, standing at just under six feet, with vividly sky blue eyes and bright white hair, her face is cute and carries fairy blood with a slightly up-turned nose and a eyes that slightly slant, her lips are thin but not unattractively so and they're a shade of bright red similar to Morgain.
She wears a long green gown, form fitting but not particularly low cut, her body isn't remarkable even by human standards, with B-cup breasts and a wispy looking frame. She has a flute sheathed at her waste almost like one would sheathe a sword and now as she nods back to Morgain she pulls it out and plays three long notes, almost immediately the wild music shushes down to barely audible and the dancers stop, turning to look and for the first time I see what they were dancing around.
There are two men and a woman in the center of the circle wrapped together and writhing, the woman is Elfkind tall and thin with long antelope like antlers sticking out of the top of her head and large, deep black eyes, her hair is long and tangled, and she has a wildness in her movements that I find intoxicating to watch. Her ears are pierced with multiple earrings, much like Morgain's, and her body is covered in blue tattoos wrapping around her in intricate vine-like patterns. Her heaving breasts are beautiful, D cup at least with wide areolas and perky nipples pierced with rings. She is sucking one of the men's cock while she rides the other's.
The one getting oral is surprisingly short and muscular for an Elfkind standing at about four foot three, with large tusk like fangs and long arms, giving him a semi-ape like appearance, black dreadlocks hang off of his head and his face is covered in war paint, one of his ears has a fang hanging out of it. He has his head thrown back, with his eyes closed in ecstasy as he grips the back of the woman's head.
The other man seems almost human, but his movements are a tad off, quick and jerky. He's average looking, with brown hair and a hooked nose, freckles cover his face, and his eyes are closed as he bucks his hips to meet the woman's in a glorious and sensual union of flesh, he is making almost animalistic grunting noises .
As they realize the music's gone and the dancer's have stopped movement slows as the three look around. The man who had been getting a blowjob opens his eyes revealing them to be a black similar to the woman's, and the man on the ground revealing red eyes, implying demonic heritage of some sort.
Morgain stands up, smiling.
"My children, rejoice!" She calls out, "For I have brought to us a new Vassal!"
The woman to Morgain's right gives me a little nod, indicating that I should step forward.
I do so as the Elfkind woman on the ground releases the apelike man's cock with a slight pop that is somehow clearly audible from here.
I am all too aware of my all too visible hardness, and of several dozen pairs of eyes upon me. I have the common sense not to cover it, but I get immediately tense.
"I present to thou Cade, formerly of House Canterdon, former trainee wizard of the Mages association, master of evocation and conjuration!" Morgain calls out.
The crowd mills uncertainly.
"He is to be treated as one of us, and taught the ways of Elfkind." Morgain orders, as she stands up and faces her court, her arms spreading wide.
"I call upon Indirel, master at arms."
An Elfkind steps out of the crowd, medium height for an Elfkind, wearing leather breaches and some sort of chest guard, leaving his midriff bare to the world, a red tattoo of a bear claw covers half his face and he seems to have a ring in his nose, he is extremely muscular in a kind of lanky fashion and his hair is long and gray, done up in a pony tail, his eyes are yellow with slit-like pupils, almost catlike.
He bows in front of Morgain's throne.
