Master Of Elves Ch 31 36

Chapter Thirty-One: The Trouble with Lillie, Part One

Jorgen awoke in the little riverside meadow, and the sun was low in the western sky. A small, warm body slept atop him.

"Hello little one," he rumbled.

"Mmm good morning daddy. Your cock was so hard a minute go. I almost took advantage."

"I think it might be evening," the big man corrected.

Then he cupped one hand over Lillie's bubbly little ass, and the other found the back of her head and tussled her mop of brown and gold. She was wearing cute little undershorts, he noticed, and nothing else. He held the little half-elf and caressed her soft skin and silky hair. Her little hips ground her mound against his abs a bit, but skin contact and intimacy were more compelling at the moment than sex.

The barbarian zoned out a little as they cuddled, and he found himself looking for the "bright spot" that Aleisa had mentioned. He doubted he was doing it right.

Coming back to the present and the half-elf trying to meld with his body, Jorgen asked, "Would you like to talk?"

"No," she said, "Not yet. I've been talking to Keira. For some reason, that's easier. She didn't know me, before.."

"I understand, little one," Jorgen said, "You don't have to apologize. Anything that's good for you is good for me."

"Thank you daddy.. Did you know she's a daddy too? And a virgin?"

"A daddy? Do you maybe mean a dom? Dominant like I am?"

"Yeah, I think so. That makes more sense."

"She's a virgin? I'm sure she's laid with women. She's forty I think."

"Nope. She says she doesn't know what to do. I think it's because she doesn't want to be.. taught.. By someone like you or something. She doesn't want to be touched maybe. But she wants to touch. I don't know, something like that. She said it never felt right."

"Huh. A real virgin. I would have guessed that she was maybe not very sexual. But never a virgin. Forty years. Can you imagine?"

"No fucking way" she said, giggling musically. The adorable half-elf got a butt squeeze for that.

Jorgen thought for a moment. He thought Lillie might be asking permission, and asked, "Did you want to do something with Keira, maybe? I could give the two of you our cart when I take watch."

"Mhmm," she confirmed, "I thought maybe I could teach her how to be a dad- dominant to me."

Jorgen chuckled, "That's quite a statement coming from a brat."

"What is a brat, anyway? In bed I mean."

"It's a person who likes to be submissive deep inside, but makes their lover work for it. To tame them. To prove that he's strong enough each time to be worthy of being their master."

"I am definitely a brat, huh?"

"Definitely. Or, you will be again. I think you're someplace else right now. You need to feel safe. If Keira helps that, then you have my blessing."

The barbarian added, "Is that what you wanted, little one?"

"Yes, daddy, thank you.. I'll tell her that too."

"Do you even know what to do to a woman, Lillie?"

Jorgen could feel the little bard squirming, and he knew she was blushing.

"Well, no... I thought I would just show and tell her, umm, the things she could do to me."

"Hmm. Alright, I suppose that seems like a good enough plan. I know she'll want to take good care of you. And you want to take good care of her."

"Just, do me a favor," the barbarian added, "if she'll let you."

"What, daddy?"

"Worship that body of hers. She's a petite little elf, from my perspective anyway, but she's powerful and graceful, with those lean muscles, and feminine curves in all the right spots. She's even stronger than Selene I bet. I think she's proud of her body, you can use that. In a good way, to make her happy."

"I promise, daddy. She's sexy buff."

"Yes, she is."

"Who's Selene?"

Oh.

**

By the time Jorgen and Lille returned to the group, they had set up a comfortable camp with a fire and several stumps, in between the large ox-drawn carts. The party had limited supplies, but they sat around the fire for a quiet meal of jerky, hardtack and water. The sun had set, but the warm light of the fire and the half-moon lit the area well enough.

Jorgen stood and asked, "Siana, Eilae, would you like to take a walk? We can talk somewhere quiet. I'd like to talk about your issue."

The pair of tenarei had bathed in the river, but they still wore the rags they'd been given by their captors. They looked disheveled and a little haunted, but both managed to smile at the big man, and stood up to follow him.

The trio walked a ways until they found a secluded spot by a fallen tree, where they could see the moonlit river.

Jorgen sat cross-legged and bade the married elves to sit across from him. They seemed to watch him guardedly, but not suspiciously.

"I'd like you to look back," he started, "Way back, in your memories."

"What are we looking for?," asked Siana.

"Kings," he said simply, "Tell me what you find."

The elves closed their eyes and Jorgen listened to the gentle sounds of the evening.

"I don't remember. It's fuzzy," said Eilae.

Jorgen had decided. Elves wanted a masculine authority figure, in this case he didn't see any downside in giving it to them. These two were tenarei. Ruined.. But he wanted his command to be elven, somehow. He didn't want these elves to submit to a human, but to a masculine figure that hopefully transcended race.

"Try harder," he urged, "Remember. Try to remember your history, try to remember before the downfall. Forget what came after. Look for your glorious kings. It's sad, they're gone forever. Try to remember them. Honor them."

The elves closed their eyes and breathed slowly. Jorgen watched, and listened to the breeze, the river, and the rustle of the grass.

"There." said Eilae, "He's tall, for an elf. With a crown.

"Good. Siana, do you see anything?"

"I think I do. I'm sorry, I'm not sure. Maybe just a little? He's not in a crown though. Just a crown of laurels, maybe."

"There were many kings," the barbarian said, pushing a little authority into his deep voice. He was hoping to evoke their primal need, and also hoping that their preference for females wasn't a hindrance.

"They were strong, virile elves," he continued, "Worthy of obeying."

In his mind, Jorgen tried to conjure an elven king, he focused on that thought and his willpower, and tried to inject that being into his words, "You wanted to obey him. You needed to obey him. Try to remember."

"He's handsome," breathed Siana, "And kind. But very powerful."

Eilae joined in, "Yes, I see. He's beautiful. He doesn't look like you, sir, but he's still very masculine."

"Good. Don't compare. Just breathe, and think of him. Your elven king."

They nodded and closed their eyes. Jorgen took a deep breath. This was crucial. All his emotion. All his passion and compassion and kindness. He spoke not loudly, nor softly. The volume didn't matter. The big barbarian forced himself, his will, his intent; he thrust the cock of his masculinity into the world.

"I am your king," he rumbled, "Bow to me."

The elves fluidly rose to their knees then bowed to the ground. Their eyes were closed, and they breathed deeply. He could see the tension leaving their slender bodies.

"Good. Sit up, little elves."

The two women did, and they sat back on their heels. They looked alive. Jorgen hadn't realized how dead-eyed they'd been until they looked at him with their eyes gleaming in excitement and reverence. He'd take care of that reverence later, he hoped.

"You are not tenarei," he commanded, "You are two good elves who love women, and who love each other, that is your identity. You are two elves who lust for women, and lust for each other. That is your sexuality."

"The tenarei are dead," The barbarian finished, "This is your afterlife."

He studied his charges, hoping that this was working.

"Siana, Eilae, We're not quite done, but tell me how you feel."

"Wonderful, King Jorgen. So much better," answered Siana.

"Yes, so much better. I am alive," said Eilae.

"Alright, tell me. Who are you, Siana? You heard what I want from you, you feel it. It's in the very air."

"I am a good elf, a woman, a loving wife. I love my wife, Eilae, I love to fuck, and to make love, to Eilae.. Maybe other girls too sometimes," Siana blurted out, and glanced at Siana a little nervously.

She added, "My name is Siana, and I am your servant, my king."

He would work on that next.

"Who are you, Eilae? You know what your king wants from you."

"I am a woman, a loving wife. I love my wife, Siana, I love to fuck, and to make love, to Siana. And... maybe other girls too, sometimes."

Siana giggled.

"My name is Eilae," she continued, "and I am your servant, my king."

This next part could go wrong, he knew.

"Tell me Siana, about human men."

The elf's eyes glazed, and Jorgen knew she was reliving either her own memories or the genetic memories.

"Strong," she breathed, "Powerful. Cocks. Thrusting. Fucking. Pounding. Hurting.. Orgasms. So many orgasms. So good."

"You must let that go," the barbarian growled, frustrated, "You don't need human men. Tell me that you understand."

"Oh goddess forgive me," the pretty elf's eyes came alive, glinting in the moonlight, and she pleaded, "Fuck me my king, my god, fuck me with your huge human cock."

Then she whimpered, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled towards Jorgen.

Fuck.

"STOP."

They did. And Jorgen had no idea what to do next.

"Sit back," he said, trying not to growl at the poor tenarei, "Embrace each other. Care for each other. You are safe. I need a moment to think."

"Yes, my king."

"Yes, my beautiful king."

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

A few minutes later, he had decided that there was nothing for it. He couldn't actually make them forget men, but maybe he could compel them to behave.

"Elves," he started, "Your king commands you. You will love yourselves and each other. You will be proud of yourselves. You will be strong."

The barbarian continued, trying to keep a confident authority in his tone. Confidence that he wasn't feeling.

"You will return to Westhaven and never leave again. You will see Tiana of Selani Village, and you will tell her that I, Jorgen, demand she grant you residence and protection, as wife and wife. You need nothing outside Westhaven. You need no males. Use cucumbers. Do you understand?"

Cucumbers? What the fuck, Jorgen.

He was not quite panicking, but his plan had fallen apart and he was making it up as he went along. He was missing something.. He had to believe it was possible to overcome tenarei, but he hadn't succeeded on this night.

The important thing, for now, was to have them safe in Westhaven. They would have a chance at being happy. Until a better solution presented itself.

"Cucumbers, my king?," asked Siana.

"Umm, yes," he said, clearing his throat, "They're convenient and come in various sizes. Just wash them before and after use."

"As, penises?"

Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "No. You need no penises. A cucumber is a self-love and mutual-love aide for women. There are no penises. Anywhere."

That was ridiculous. Jorgen needed to end this before he did irreparable harm. These poor elves were already ruined, but he suspected that he could make it worse if he didn't improve his technique.

"Y-yes, my king."

"Eilae, do you understand?"

"Yes, my king. And I think cucumbers are lovely."

"Great. Wonderful. What's your immediate goal?"

"Cucumbers?," said Eilae.

"No," he sighed, "Westhaven. What will you do?"

"We will return to Westhaven. To Selani Village," Siana said.

"To elder Tiani," said Eilae.

That would have to do, for now.

"Good. Tomorrow, Laela will open a portal to Selani, and you will go to your new home. Your king has spoken."

"Yes, my king."

"Yes, my king."

"Return to camp and sleep. In the cart with Elaine and Laela. Good night."

Brat and Buffy might need the other cart.

**

Jorgen spent some time reviewing what had happened with the two tenarei. He didn't come up with any brilliant ideas. He obviously had more to learn about tenarei and his gift.

The barbarian returned to camp a half-hour later. He found Elaine sitting and staring into the fire, but he he didn't see any of the others.

The party had managed to cobble together a pair of tents from the canvas, poles and ropes they had found, and had erected them right inside the carts. That would offer a little protection in the event of an attack. He didn't sense any danger in the area but it never hurt to be cautious.

He peeked into the first wagon and found three elves in a pile, sleeping. Siani, Eilae, and Laela. Good. He knew that he didn't have to worry about Lillie. Keira would be with her, and the impressive elf could definitely protect them both. So Jorgen sat across the fire from Lillie's human aunt.

After a few minutes he spoke, "I've been meaning to ask, are you Lillie's blood relative, Elaine?"

She smiled softly at the big man, then said, "I am, her father Elias was my older brother."

Elaine continued, "I'll give you the short version of my story. At fifteen, I ran away with a boy from our town. That didn't end well. When I returned to Littiere, I had been disowned. Elias.. Well, he left our parents and Littiere to help me get settled elsewhere."

"What happened to him? Lillie hasn't volunteered much on that front."

"Well, we started out towards Coldwater, so that Elias could find work as a fletcher. He had been our father's apprentice, and he was skilled at the trade. But, on our first night camping out, a woman walked out of the dark and sat down next to the fire, without a word. When she pulled back her hood, well.."

She studied Jorgen, then said, "I don't know how much you know about the Faewyld.."

"Not much," Jorgen admitted.

"Right, well, there are human villages and towns that are relatively normal, from an Areisian point of view. Then there are some stable Elvish villages. Usually run by a matriarch of some sort. And there are quite a few less-than-stable ones, with big populations of ferals, usually run by the local bandit leader."

Elaine continued, "Littiere is one of the human-controlled towns, in the northern Faewyld, not far from Warm Springs. It's civilized, but with a lot of elvish influence. The mayor and the guards are all human, and feral behavior isn't tolerated."

Elaine stared into the flames for a few moments, then continued her tale.

"All this to say that I'd met my share of half-elves. But this woman who invited herself into our camp, she was the first pureblood elf I'd met, and she was shockingly beautiful. Once she smiled, my brother didn't stand a chance. Hell she could've had us both."

"Laela," Jorgen said.

"The same," she confirmed, glancing at the wagon where the sorceress was sleeping.

She continued, "I listened to them make love that night, Jorgen. Laela said it was her first time, and I knew my brother had limited experience, but you wouldn't know it from the sounds coming from their tent. And more than sounds. I had never seen magic before, but I knew I was in the presence of it that night. In fact, I am pretty sure that I felt Lillie being conceived."

"I am just starting to sense magic myself," Jorgen said, "So I don't doubt you."

Elaine smiled at the barbarian, then carried on with her tale.

"Laela told us she was pregnant, and Elias suggested that we find a place where we could all settle down. Who was I to argue?"

Jorgen remembered thinking poorly of Lillie's father. But he wondered now whether it was fair to judge a man for falling in love with an elf. It was hard not to.

Elaine continued, "Ralefalls was a town run by an elvish matriarch, and had a good reputation, despite not being quite as civilized or orderly as one of the human towns. So, a few days later, that's where we ended up. Laela tapped into a stash of rubies, and she rented us two rooms above a bakery."

"How big is Ralefalls?"

"About five thousand people, I think. Elias found work as a fletcher, and I purchased my ox cart with a loan from Laela, and I began doing trade runs between Ralefalls and Shalere. I also began plying my other trade. I enjoyed sex and it was worth a few coins. But I never told Elias," she added.

"So you and Laela know each other well? You two didn't have much to say to each other."

Elaine grimaced, "Not particularly well. I avoided spending much time with them. I was jealous, I think. Resentful. We didn't part on good terms."

"How did you part?"

Elaine's eyes glistened wetly in the firelight. She gazed into the flames, and her voice sounded distant when she continued.

"We had been living in Ralefalls for a year and a half, when I left on a month-long trade run to Shalere, Cestae and Steamhorn. When I returned, everything had fallen apart. Elias was arrested, and was on his way to Areistea for trial. Several Areisian guards had been covertly operating in Ralefalls, and had netted my brother and two other human males. Laela was nowhere to be found."

"Did Elias.."

"I hitched up my ox and hired my best guard, and we left for Areistea. But we learned of his fate in Warm Springs. He had been found guilty of corrupting a pureblood, and was sentenced to death. The next day, according to the caravan leader who passed on the tale. That had been two weeks prior. Some of the Areisian magistrates are known to offer clemency, but not the one my brother met."

"I'm sorry, Elaine," Jorgen said, and he reached over to squeeze the woman's shoulder. She grasped his hand, then was distracted by the size difference. She began to caress the barbarian's huge fingers with her delicate ones. He pulled away before it became awkward.

"It's alright," she sighed, "It was long ago. We waited in Warm Springs for a few days, and the next caravan confirmed that Elias had been executed. Not knowing what else to do, I focused on my caravan and my whoring. It was three months later when Laela found me in Shalere. Not that she spoke to me. There was a knock on my inn-room door, and when I opened it, I found an infant in a basket, with a note, several bottles of breastmilk, and a large sack of rubies."

"Lillie."

"Yep. Laela apologized in her note. She had to go back or be exiled. She had been living in hiding, but luckily for her, the Areisians didn't know her identity and Elias hadn't given it up. If she could make it back to Westhaven undetected, she said, she would be safe. I resented her for that, for a long time. But I don't blame her now. Life in the Faewyld for a pureblood tenarei is hard. At best they live comfortably as whores. She was a burgeoning sorceress and didn't want to be permanently separated from her people."

"Plus," she added, "I got an adorable niece and a sack full of rubies. It was hard to be overly angry at the little elven slut."

Jorgen nodded thoughtfully. It matched up with Laela's tale.

"Thanks, Elaine, for sharing that. I guess that leads us to the next question. What will you do now?"

The pretty human sighed, "I don't think I want to go to Westhaven, but I worry about Lillie."

"You don't trust I'll keep her safe?"

"No, not at all, big man. It's just that she's been my responsibility for so long.. Not that I've done a great job."

"What do you mean? Lillie is a treasure. You raised that."

"I know, right? That girl is something else. I love her so much."

"So do I," the barbarian agreed.

"So, you're thinking of going back to your trading? And whoring?"

"It's what I know."

"And after that? You won't be in your thirties forever. Why not start a real caravan?," Jorgen suggested, gesturing at the carts.

"I do alright," she said and hefted her full tits provocatively, "need I demonstrate?"

The big man chuckled but shook his head. He had enough going on.