I have eighty chapters written, and have started the third book. Hang in there with my writing. It continues to improve, IMO
TW: There is a pair of peeing scenes in chapter ten. It's not a big kink for me but I thought it was fun to explore Selene's sexual awakening. It's done in flowing water and should come off as erotic, and not depraved at all.
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Chapter Ten: A Strange Romance
A few hours later.
Selene awoke. It was dark, but there was a small fire in the firepit. She felt.. warm, and safe. It took the young elf a few moments to realize that she was curled up in Jorgen's lap. Her naked body was held close to the warmth of his muscular chest. She felt like a baby.
She noticed the thick length of Jorgen's soft cock under her ass, and couldn't help but wiggle a little, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. This felt nice.
Selene tilted her head to find the big man looking down at her, smiling gently.
"I hope you're okay," he said.
"Yeah," she replied, a bit hoarse, "I'm good. No, more than good. Jorgen, thank you."
Then Selene blushed and turned her head away. She felt embarrassed, shy.
Jorgen decided not to tease the vulnerable elf.
"Are you hungry?" he asked instead.
She realized then that her stomach was rumbling.
"Yes," she admitted.
Jorgen lifted her effortlessly, and gently set her on the soft, cool mossy ground. She enjoyed the sensation on her ass, so she stretched her long legs and reached for her toes. This pressed her enflamed lips down into the cool moss. Feeling wonderful, she watched the man who had changed her, ruined her in the best way imaginable.
The barbarian stood and walked to their packs. His towering mass was so agile, so beautiful. He bent to get something from his pack, and he enjoyed seeing his heavy balls - perfectly proportioned and not hanging too low - under his muscular ass. Then he turned back towards her, and she gasped.
Jorgen froze, then noticed Selene's eyes on his soft cock.
"You've seen it before, Selene."
"R-right, sorry."
The gorgeous, disheveled elf shook her head and blinked a few times. It took a few moments to shake off the lust-filled haze that had come over her.
"I.. I don't think I'll ever take that thing for granted. It does something to me. Like, my mind falls away and my womb takes over. It's empty and it needs that," she gestured at his cock, where her eyes remained fixed, "to fill it again. As soon as possible."
Jorgen stood still for a few moments, letting the lusty elf get her fill, but he was hungry and eventually that won out, to her disappointment.
"Can I use a few more of those?" he gestured to the small pile of sticks near the firepit.
"That's what they're there for. Behind the pile there are two that I use for spits. There are holes in the rock under the pit."
"Nice."
Jorgen selected a few sticks to add for some cooking heat. They were hardwood and about three-quarters to an inch. Nicely dry.
Selene just watched the massive, naked, divinely masculine human work. Every little muscle was catalogued.
While the fire got going, Jorgen figured out the spit. He used his knife and brute strength to split a stick lengthwise, getting a quarter-inch piece that was long enough to reach across the fire.
Then the barbarian violently impaled hacked-off chunks of raw venison onto the stick, and set it over the spit. Not perfect, he thought, but fine for a couple of carnivores roughing it.
Finally Jorgen sat cross-legged on the soft moss, nearest the firepit. He handed his water skin to Selene, and pulled out some hardtack to nibble on.
The elf took a big pull of water. Jorgen appreciated her beautiful, graceful neck, curving elegantly as she tipped her head back, and swallowed.
"Thanks," she said, with a grateful smile. She was stunning, he thought. A goddess.
The two watched the fire silently as the meat began to drip on the burning sticks. It took about ten minutes to really get cooking, but then it only required a few minutes of Jorgen rotating the spit and trying not to burn himself.
"It's so warm at night here. It can't be more than five degrees cooler than it was as midday," Jorgen said, making conversation.
Selene had gotten up he realized, and suddenly her silent, sexy little feet appeared at Jorgen's side. She had piece of oiled leather of her own.
"You can use this for the cooked meat," she said, handing it to him, then replied to his comments on the weather, "I think the canopy provides insulation. It's actually coolest in the morning,"
She looked thoughtful, Jorgen thought.
Finally, the fire-conquering barbarian slid the sizzling chunks of venison onto their makeshift platter. The pair devoured the greasy chunks of meat with their knives and their fingers.
They ate in silence, and Jorgen thought Selene looked troubled.
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She had pulled a light cloak over her shoulders, when she got up, and Jorgen was suddenly aware of his nudity. The elf was sitting cross-legged, looking contemplative and gazing into the fire as she started to speak.
"Master, I want you to know that I feel this need, or desire to... worship you. I see a beautiful, magnificent god in the flesh when I look at you, and I feel small and unworthy."
The barbarian's eyebrows raised at that, but before he could say anything the young elven woman continued.
"But that's not all. I don't see you as an unachievable goal. So far above that I can never reach you. I want to get strong enough to stand at your side. No, I need to do that.
"I've never shied away from a challenge. I'm stronger, faster, smarter and more more determined than anyone else in our community. As my mother's daughter - and not just that, as the elf that I have always been, deep inside - I need to be the best we have to offer, to be a symbol, a leader.
Jorgen just listened. He knew this was important to his new... He wasn't sure what she was, but he knew she was important. Important to the elves. Important to him. He couldn't deny he was falling in love this fierce young elf.
She was watching him now, as she continued.
"That's the scariest part of this thing. This debt, this imprinting. I don't want to become so caught up in you, master or not, god or not, that I lose myself, my path.
"Do you understand, master?"
"I think so. What is your path, Selene?"
She nodded, it was the right question, and she wished she had more time to put her thoughts into words, but she had to try.
"My people go through the motions, Jorgen. But they have lost hope. As a society, we don't see a future for the elves. In two thousand years we haven't found a solution, and nobody thinks we ever will. So, we're just going through the motions, acting like everything is normal, and letting ourselves slowly die."
Jorgen reached over and wiped a tear from her beautiful cheek. As he sat back on his ass, the big man jerked when his balls and the heavy shaft of his soft cock returned to their nest in the cool, slightly-damp moss. He really needed to dig out some undershorts.
Selene noticed the big man wince. "You alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine, I didn't mean to interrupt."
She looked at him skeptically, but shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing.
"We need hope. Symbols that inspire my people. I think I can be that, even if it only makes a small difference. I want to lead them.
"I also.. want to have children. More than one. Most elven females are lucky to have one in a lifetime. In hundreds of years. We can mate with inorei five thousand times and not conceive.
"Inorei.. Inorei libido is just as affected as female fertility, not to mention the presence of a male was crucial for arousal, in both females and inorei. It's just all messed up."
"Arousal means something very specific for elves, right?" Jorgen interrupted. He wanted to understand this.
"Yes, it's not just a desire to have sex or being turned on enough to orgasm. That's the barest part of it, and we can - females especially - enjoy ourselves. We like sex. Maybe not quite as much as humans, but it's still a very important part of our lives. And we're all grossly unsatisfied by the sex we do have. I think you understand why?"
"The inorei aren't masculine?"
"Not at all! And they have tiny dicks Jorgen. Really tiny. Cute, well-proportioned, pretty. But tiny. They are slow to get hard and don't last.
"I mean, males were small too, but from what I've seen in the memories they had maybe an inch and a little girth on the inorei. Not much compared to humans.. or gods like you."
Selene's steely eyes were gleaming. She was enjoying this humiliating subject.
"Anyway, sex with males could be pleasurable for females. They were more virile; they got hard, and could last a few minutes. And they were interested in females, and females appreciated that, it was arousing.
"Inorei have no stamina, sexual or otherwise. They would usually prefer to be doing something else. Or being done by someone else. They almost never initiate with their wives."
Selene took a pull from the water skin before continuing. She was passionate about this subject, Jorgen could see. She wanted to save her people, and this was all relevant.
"Its not the inorei's fault. Their role in our sex lives has always been the facilitator. They received pleasure by being used, were expected to perform cunnilingus and fellatio, to provide a willing hole for the male. To become aroused themselves, which would add to all of our overall arousal."
The barbarian nodded at that. It matched what Nelion had told him. Although a little more graphic with the 'willing hole' thing. Elves seemed to have no problem talking about the details of sex.
"Inorei aren't men, and they don't satisfy women, or we them. We play and enjoy each other sometimes, but it's very rare for an inorei and a female to get down to business. To attempt to build up enough arousal and perform well enough to even have a chance at conception."
Selene looked frustrated now, he thought.
"It's a chore, it usually fails, and many of us resent sex with the other gender.
"Arousal is meant to be a three-way energy build up. When each of us is getting sexual satisfaction, it feeds into the other two, and so on, building up to a crescendo. Our life energy synchronizes.
"At that point the male fucks the female. Very occasionally the inorei would do the penetration, when he, or rather 'she' as it was back then, wanted to procreate. In any case, it was brief, functional act that felt good mostly because of the arousal, and the potential, the energy.
