I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.
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I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".
Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Even the comments are free.
It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen enough stories. They way I like.
There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts at 'social justice' and will catch up on their struggle to purge the elves.
Also (restitution of love) is being edited. It'll be the sequel for dissolution.
Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) likely it'll be EC or LW or something equally foreign to what even I would read. But it fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.
So please enjoy and comment freely.
The group disembarked from the barge quietly. The sickly prince led the group in rush and exaggerated the feel of solid ground as he stumbled toward Ein his young looking female body guard. He thought her an insult to his person. After all, 'who would have a girl his own age guard a prince?' He tumbled to the ground as she stepped back and away from his theatrics.
"Hey you're supposed to catch me." He called hauling himself up. "Hey come here!" he shouted after her.
Princess Ruegin ambled off with a leather portfolio and spectacles. In her riding attire, she had gotten much work done throughout the ride from her palace. She seemed to have aged twenty years over the trip with the glasses on and her hair pulled back. Her Hjordis followed quietly while stifling a yawn. She followed the miscreant prince hoping a foul end met with him. She couldn't stand the possibility that she, or her sister, could be made to marry him. The prince's behavior left little doubt why his family wanted to be rid of him.
Several steps behind her fuming and calculating form, Kaarthen snaked over to Marcos her 'Companion' and preferred mate. They were of similar height and looked eye to eye. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark purple grey lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones, Kaarthen was an impressive sight to behold and exotic in a region full of tan, dark haired women from the farms of Menthino's interior.
Marcos was gangly under his knee length black robe and his golden gauntlet of status glittered in the infrequent lights of the dock.
As they walked in the night, Kaarthen's usually pale skin had nothing to reflect and her visage darkened until she was a thing of the shadows. When her apparently mythical Amazonian mother harvested seed from a hapless drow she had gave Kaarthen a wealth of tools. Now she blended into the night as well as Marcos.
The robes they wore were nearly identical black with the exception that his had sleeves and a slit up the middle of the back to facilitate drawing one of the two full-length swords he carried. Her black robe was open on the sides with a wide hole from shoulder to knee for her voluminous breasts and wide hips. Her robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front would have also showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating breasts. Marcos had insisted on skintight black leather armor under the robe this time. He seemed to think it made her more modest for being in the presence of royals.
Her attractive though oversized curvy voluptuous figure, and weapon, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.
She had the appearance thanks to the Goddess 'Dark Mother' who was a passenger in her mind. The divine tourist was really after Marcos, her Champion. Sometime over the tens of thousands of years, that they knew each other, the Goddess of Death, Fertility, and Femininity had swooned over the man Kaarthen charitably considered to be a very prolific, and very lethal, misogynist of the first order.
Dark Mother's twisted kind of love was expressed and had been imprinted on Kaarthen to keep things less complicated. Now as a vessel for a divine passenger in love, she too swooned over the man. It wasn't hard, what the Goddess' literally mind-blowing emotions didn't do, the figuratively mind-blowing sex had.
As his 'Companion', the Goddess had all the access she wanted to him through Kaarthen. In return they developed a relation ship of sorts, and Kaarthen had learned a lot from the satisfied deity. She controlled more directly the urges of the people around her as it related to combat, sex, or fertility. Recently, she found she could see into the hearts and minds of people like clear water. She could directly manipulate the basic nature of things by re-writing their definitions written in the elegant language of the gods.
But now, she just wanted something more basic. "Marcos, my little angels and I have needs. We shall need the largest bed possible tonight." Kaarthen whispered into his ear as she pressed herself against him.
Marcos grinned and tried not to look at her. "There is a common sleeping room in town for a less than a copper. They use a barn and cover the floor with straw. It'll be crowded with all the other travelers on the canal, is that what you want?" Marcos quipped grinning wider.
"Perhaps but many men would die of broken pelvises tonight." Kaarthen said looking sideways at him.
Marcos gasped. "So I could save lives doing this?" He mused half-serious raising a hand of might.
Kaarthen tugged his hand down. "Yes. Marcos, you can replenish yourself with my milk until the battle is won." She said turning into him as they walked up the town dock. "People shall hear of your struggle tonight near and far. They shall speak of your name and praise you in previously virgin territory tonight."
He laughed. "That's pretty impressive. I like making legends"
Behind them, Princess Nossin, a stringy aloof blonde mimicked the pair and grabbed her Hjordis' hand as she watched the two. Rinis and Mara, two women bonded to Kaarthen followed at the back of the group looking at the city they were entering at twilight.
The whole town was a converted country manor estate that was owned by the area's baron before the canal came along. The property only kept its stable from that era. The land and gardens became farriers, cooperages, and various maritime supply depots. Garden paths became cart paths. The property's gate and sign became a clever entrance to a bar loudly playing the music of a bard. The city was owned by the crown and its chief industry was maintenance on the canal. They wound their way up past candle lit restaurants holding out for late customers and went directly to 'The Imperial' the estate's Manor house.
