Master Of Elves Ch 10 15

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.

"When those stars align, the male can pour his excess energy into his seed, the female into her ova. When sperm and egg meet, the energy must synchronize and merge. If that succeeds, the mother must grant her blessing.

"In traditional elven sex, every bit of this plays a crucial role. Even when we were whole, we reproduced very slowly."

"I can only imagine. Two questions.

"You mentioned that inorei prefer 'being done' and a 'willing hole.' They enjoy receiving anal sex, more than penetrating?

"Yes exactly. It's an open secret that they sneak off and use each other. I've watched them couple. It seems like they're excited about being used, but not as thrilled with being the user, so they trade off. I don't think it looks all that satisfying. Tiny and brief, as I've mentioned."

"And your husband?"

"We have only been married for just under a year, and I don't think he's indulged. I know he used to, regularly.

"By the way, it's not just the inorei. We girls like to spend time together. It's casual, easy to just connect with another woman and know what the other needs, and we take our time. Until today, sex with women was the most pleasure I've experienced."

Jorgen was getting a little more comfortable with this subject. Eanil's petite figure and beautiful, feminine face had given the barbarian a glimpse into the appeal. He was no longer disgusted by it, at the very least. but it was picturing two elven women writhing together had his cock twitching.

But, so did a passing thought of.. teasing a pretty inorei about her little penis, while he fucked her wife to orgasm after orgasm with his massive human cock.

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"Tell me about you and your husband. What's his name?"

"Arelyn," she smiled. He could see her fondness.

"Have you tried to procreate?"

She nodded, "yes, twice."

"In a year."

She nodded again, looking a little sheepish, and sad.

"Let me tell you more about him. As I said, we've been friends our whole lives. There were only two of us elflings in my village, and it was logical for the two of us to marry. But more importantly, Arelyn is a third child.

"Elflings? A third child?"

"Elflings covers elves under twenty basically. We usually go into adolescence between fourteen and eighteen. Adolescence can last into our forties in some cases but at twenty we're functionally adults."

"So you're an adolescent?"

"Yep!" the elf chirped at that. Probably emphasizing the point. It was adorable regardless.

"Anyway, Lyn's older inorei brother and sister are eighty-two and one-hundred-twelve, respectively. They have spouses of their own, but no children yet.

"His parents having three children in a lifetime is remarkable, and I thought maybe that fortune might pass on to him, and us.

"But he is nearly impotent, Jorgen. He's just such a fucking girl."

That was the first time Jorgen had heard the young elven woman curse in casual conversation. She had been using "fuck" as a word for penetration, but now she was dropping it into sentences like a soldier. A little bit of that rough-and-tumble tomboy making an appearance. He liked it.

"I have to stick three fingers up his ass and put his little dick in my mouth, being careful to stop before he comes.

"I'll pull him onto me and grab his little ass to pull him in and help him thrust, and if I'm lucky I'm rewarded with a couple spurts. It's humiliating for us both."

"Why not ride him?"

"Well, gravity. I rotated my hips up as soon as he finished, hoping a drop or two would make it deep enough. Never got a spark, either time, so I don't know if it worked or not. Anyway, If I rode him it would barely make it inside me before it was dripping out."

Jorgen almost felt ashamed that this was turning him on. His arousal was unmistakable, but Selene had been doing a good job staying focused. She only glanced at his cock every three seconds or so.

"Should I keep trying to ignore that massive thing, or do you want me to ask which part of this is giving you a hard-on?" she asked, as casually as could be, betrayed only by the mischievous gleam in her lovely gray eyes.

He considered her question for a moment.

"I think I'm a pretty good guy. I've been told that I'm kind and surprisingly gentle, for my size. I would never want to be needlessly cruel or a bully. That said, I do.."

This was the first time Jorgen would be saying these things aloud.

"I do.. find sexual pleasure in games of dominance, and submission.. and humiliation. The type of humiliation that arouses as much as it embarrasses.

"The women I've been with recently.. as my confident, dominant side has made itself known, so too has my partners' enjoyment of submission. I've seen some of the most amazing orgasms."

"And being the man who makes it happen," he continued, "who's in charge, on top, that's given me some of the best orgasms of my life too."

The barbarian's giant cock was standing fully erect now, smearing precum on his abs. Ignoring it was getting more difficult for them both.

"How tall is Arelyn?" Jorgen asked, voice husky. He wanted to tell his elven lover more about his kink.

Selene quirked an eyebrow but answered the question. "He reaches my chin."

"And he's very feminine? Describe him to me. Humor me."

"Of course, master," she said obsequiously. There was that gleam again.

"You know I love my husband," she opened.

"I know, and that pleases me."

The gorgeous elf smiled gratefully. Her smiles were breathtaking. Jorgen considered just taking her again. But he could be patient.

"Lyn and I are a year apart. As I said I'm twenty-four, he's twenty-three. As you guessed, he is not tall. He does not have broad shoulders or strong arms. He is slim, and soft."

"His face is beautiful, more feminine than mine, I think. He wears his hair, a light brown, almost blonde, to his shoulders, and often wears accessories to hold it up or behind his ears in various styles.

"He likes vanilla scents and flowers. He paints.

"He's submissive. You might be the dominant one here, or wherever you go I imagine, but in my home that's my role.

"Is that enough?" she asked.

The barbarian was lost in thought, his imagination running wild.

"Jorgen?"

"Sorry. Yes, I think that's enough to finish what I was going to say about humiliation."

"Finally, do tell.." the elf purred as she was suddenly on all fours, on the prowl. Her long limbs should have looked awkward, but she was impressively agile, graceful. Dangerous.

Then, less like a cat, and more like a kitten, the huntress crawled into Jorgen's lap, demanding the safety and warmth of being a small elven girl enclosed in the barbarian's massive embrace.

Jorgen was happy to make a nest for his sexy huntress. He was especially enjoying her vulnerability, her seeking his embrace to feel safe. He turned her so that she could lean back on his right bicep, he had his arm wrapped around her back, supporting her shoulder. She could snuggle her head into his chest or look up to watch his face. He supported her legs on the other side, and of course had to move his cock to the side, so its hardness was under her ass cheeks, instead of her tailbone.

"Comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you, master."

"We're going to have to discuss when we use that word and when we don't. I don't want a slave, at least not a full-time one."

"Yes, master," she purred, again. She was rubbing her face in his shoulder, the pointy tip of her left ear tickling the underside of his jaw. She squeaked when his cock twitched under her ass.

"Alright, where was I?"

"Something about humiliating my little husband, perhaps?"

She was looking up at him, gray eyes flashing in excitement.

"Yes, something like that. Maybe not just him, either."

"You'd humiliate me, master? she said, fluttering her lovely eyelashes.

She was toying with him now. This was a good opportunity, Jorgen thought.

"If I think you'd like it, yes I would. You're halfway there with this master stuff. You mean for me to own you, despite your protestations about your path, and you mean for me to treat you like a sex slave. At least that's where your head is at right now. Am I wrong?"

Selene looked down, and Jorgen realized he said too much. He gave her a reassuring squeeze and a kissed the silvery nest of her hair.

"I'm sorry, I know I made this conversation more serious than you expected. I'll make it up to you," he promised, kissing her again.

"You might as well finish, master."

He looked down and the gleam was back. Pleased, Jorgen collected his thoughts for just a moment, right before he threw caution to the wind.

"You said you thought you were a slut for imprinting on me. I think all elves feel humiliated. All of you feel like innate sluts to human cock. You've all experienced it, and it haunts you."

"I think you have to face it head on," the barbarian continued, "and you can't do that without some human dick. I think that's what Aleisa wants from me, more than anything. To help you lewd little elves embrace your inner sluts for human cock, and use that to save the elves."

"How does that have anything to do with humiliation, Jorgen?"

"Arousal. By forcing elves to experience that inadequacy and shame viscerally and openly. To learn to enjoy it, and use it."