Why in the hells does this thing only work in the eastern moss glade? It's half an hours' trek each way.
Grunting, Ibara clambered up and over the Rootspine where it blocked her way. Rootspine was the name given to an enormous root structure which criss-crossed the vale, intersecting and sometimes blocking old pathways. Some communities had even grown to live in the shade of the giant roots. This particular offshoot impeded the Silverthread path, which ran east to west.
And what with the scouts reporting orc sightings out here recently. Am I really doing this?
The thought had crossed Ibara's mind every few minutes since she'd acquired the enchanted rod from her neighbor, Layna. Among the elves of Sweetwater Vale, Layna stuck out proudly as a rebel and mischief-maker. Her peers however - the young women training in the ways of the ranger - viewed Layna as a symbol of their independence and strength. Ibara was one such ranger in training, and viewed Layna as both role model and occasional confidante.
Lately, that meant following Layna out to the bramble thicket just south of the vale to try and catch Vaelor - one of their male counterparts currently training to join the Valeguard - pleasuring himself by the creek that bisected their settlement. Like almost all elves, Vaelor was slender and built with whip-like muscles. Sporting a cropped fade and no facial hair, he cut a clean figure which many of the young women in the Vale had taken notice of. Layna had shadowed him for days before noting this spot as a pattern in his routine - a few times a week, just after dawn, he'd make his way to the creekside and return after fifteen minutes or so. Layna had invited a few of the girls to join her, and now the young voyeurs made a point to catch a morning viewing whenever possible.
Layna's discovery of Vaelor's masturbation then was groundbreaking for the young women - most of whom had never seen a man's member before, let alone one being worked out like Vaelor's.
Ibara had noticed one morning however, that Layna's attention wasn't so much on Vaelor and his louder-than-normal groaning, but on Ibara herself. Layna's eyes were fixed squarely on Ibara's hips as she subconsciously ground herself against the large tree-root she was seated on. It hadn't even occurred to Ibara what she was doing, but became acutely aware as Layna's gaze lingered on her - Like all of the rangers, she was dressed in thigh-high leggings underneath knee-high leather boots, with a loincloth and thong to protect her modesty. Her chest was covered by a layered linen wrap-bra, and a scarf of deep green covered her neck and shoulders. Ibara was flushed in the face, and obviously aroused. She was fairly certain that the knotted root she was sitting on would be damp when she rose, and the thought only deepened her blush.
Layna's nipples were perky even through her thick bra, and Ibara looked away in her fluster. Vaelor was about to finish, she could tell by the way he jerked and spasmed his hips. Her elven eyes could see, even across the stream, the way his sack tightened up against the smoothness of his shaft, bunching up as if building tension for the ejaculation. His eyes were screwed shut, and he kept muttering,
'c'mon, c'mon — suck it... yes... — take it Layna, take it —' .
His hips shuddered back and forth as he finished himself, groaning as his balls pumped, pushing out a thin stream of liquid onto a nearby rock.
Ibara hadn't noticed that she'd gone back to her own gyrations, but realized with some horror that a whispered moan had left her own lips in time with Vaelor's ejaculation. Looking around to her little gang, she found that Holly was similarly flushed, on her knees and straddling a smooth bluestone outcropping, while Layna's hungry gaze was still on Ibara herself. Layna was so focused that Ibara wasn't sure she'd even heard Vaelor whispering about her across the way. Holly clearly had however, and was casting a critical gaze over her friend.
Suddenly, Layna leaned in toward Ibara and reached into one of her many pouches, pulling out some sort of rod and handing it to Ibara - a polished wooden thing, perhaps ten inches long and looking somewhat like a much larger version of Vaelor's slender anatomy. Set into the bottom of the rod was a green hued crystal, roughly cut and run through with soft pink veins. Layna explained in a hush that if the rod was taken to the eastern glade and wetted with her saliva, that she'd be able to enact her desires through its enchantment. With that, Layna had composed herself and snuck away back toward the Vale - but not before casting a sly wink Ibara's way.
Holly hung around, seemingly too flustered to get up just yet.
'Why Layna though? I thought the guys were intimidated by her - she's as tall as most of them, and could probably put the hurt on them, too... she hardly has a chest either,'
Holly squeezed at her own breasts and pouted, looking down at her own fairly ample cleavage. She continued her musing,
'Have you ever wondered about the stuff that comes out? Like, is it always the same amount? Do you think it tastes like anything?'
Vaelor had been gone for a moment now, and with a quick glance about, Holly crouched over to the stream and propelled herself across in one graceful movement. She was average height, with an athletic build and ample bosom - she often cursed her large chest during their training, as her breasts annoyed her during their bladework drills - she was a superb athlete nevertheless. Landing with a soft thump on the far side, she lowered herself down along where Vaelor's load had splattered - another ridge of bluestone near the water's edge had caught his cum in a natural basin along its surface. Ibara leaped across to join her friend, stowing Layna's rod in one of the many pouches lining her waist.
'Should you really —'
In typical fashion, Holly paid her no heed and dipped her head toward the rock. She ran her tongue deep through the cum, coating it and clinging to her chin. She looked up at Ibara with a comically studious look on her face, as she sealed her lips and began swishing the semen around in her mouth. All the while, a thin string of the stuff hung from her chin, swaying with the movement of her jaw and threatening to drip down onto her tunic. Swallowing, she grinned widely and licked her lips.
'A bit salty... mostly sweet... I'd have that with my tea any day.'
'You're an animal, Holly. You've got a bit —'
Ibara huffed, wiped the last smear of cum off of her friend's face, and sucked it off of her finger. She nodded in surprised agreement with Holly's assessment, before rinsing her hands in the cool water of the stream. Ibara was still feeling the burn in her loins and a growing compulsion to head to the eastern glade to test Layna's claims. Behind her, Holly was putting herself back together and wiping her face with a strip of cloth from one of her satchels - she had an advanced archery lesson to get to, and would be running off soon.
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Lounging underneath the natural ivy-formed awning which grew up and around the giant maple tree behind his trading plot, Tarka perked up as he spied a small figure dodging through the other vendors trying to set up their tables and arrange their wares for the morning trade. The petite form hustled behind a vegetable stand across the path, before quickly back-stepping and peering around the pile of squash and pumpkin waiting to be arranged. Ibara cast a friendly, if somewhat flustered, look Tarka's way, and the burly half-orc offered a lazy wave in reply. The she-elf was wrapped in her rangers' gear, and Tarka could see that she kept a hand firmly over one of the pouches at her hip - on some sort of errand, or mission perhaps?
Her cheeks were noticeably blushed, and something imperceptible seemed to rouse a primal urge in the merchant - Ibara and he were friends, having bonded over the last few years. Tarka's lineage did nothing to ingratiate him with the elves of the Vale. Slowly however, the dried tea and herbs that were his craft and livelihood came to be sought after and enjoyed by the community - and consequently, the folk of the area slowly warmed to his presence. Ibara had been one of the loudest voices hailing the quality of his tea blends - not only were they tasty, but they possessed genuine medicinal benefits as well, which she and the rangers could not ignore. He watched her slink off and away, and it occurred to him that she was headed east, toward the moss groves and the rocky moors beyond. A sliver of concern formed within him, as he watched the she-elf depart.
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Gods, what's wrong with me? What is this ache, other than obnoxious -
Ibara huffed loudly as she made her way out of the soon-to-be bustling market plots. She was working hard to maintain her focus and her regular gait, but the ache between her loins was growing ever stronger - a warm throbbing that she couldn't explain. It was frustrating and enjoyable in equal measure. A thick warmth was growing on the inside of her thighs, and knew that she was making a mess of herself. She became aware of the ridiculous amount of saliva in her mouth only after practically drooling on herself as she acknowledged Tarka - she was swallowing it down regularly now, and wasn't sure how to stem the generation of more. She had planned to stop by her home before venturing to the grove, but it became clear in her mind that she needed to indulge the rod.
