The Insemination Stump Ch 01

The Insemination Stump

The Tree of Breeting had protected the hidden realm of the Wild Elves for three hundred thousand years when it was felled by Dark Elves in the Great War of No'aru. Now, the former forest sanctuary was teeming with orcs, demons, fae, minotaurs, sprites, tieflings, and other wicked little bastards.

At least that's what Jae told her.

It was hard for her to imagine these other evil creatures lurking in the woods, because none of them had taken her prisoner. That was the Wild Elf's doing. So now they marched, prisoner and warden, to meet the other Wild Elves at the stump of the Tree of Breeting.

"My feet hurt," Izz said.

"We can rest at the river," Jae said. His eyes never met hers. They scanned the trees. His pointed ears twitched at every rustle in the wind. He'd been like that, on edge, ever since they met.

"It's been two weeks. Can you just kill me now and be done with it? I think I'd rather die than walk another step," Izz stopped in her tracks. The rope around her hands went tight.

"Killing you would be merciful compared to what would happen if I left you here."

"I'll take my chances."

"Like you took your chances with those Dark Elves?"

"I had it under control."

"Yes, the same way I control the sun."

Jae looked over his shoulder at her. She sighed. He was right. They had traveled so deeply into the woods now even if he untied her she wouldn't have a clue where to go. There was no path. There were no signs. The sky was barely even visible through the thick canopy of broad leaves above.

Izz trudged on.

"If you'd be so glad to get rid of me, why'd you save me?" she asked, not particularly expecting an answer.

"It wasn't intentional."

"Tell that to those dead elves."

"The only good dark elf is a dead one."

"Yeah," she said and her mind flashed back to how ferociously he'd dispatched the three elf raiders. "Seems like you have some history."

Truthfully, she didn't much mind the thought of death. Maybe it even excited her. Even as a child she sought that adrenaline rush you can only find when you're teetering over the edge. She'd always thought that was just part of growing up in the ravines of the Spine of the World. It wasn't until she'd been cast out of her home and left to wander Faerun that she realized...well, maybe, it was just her nature to seek thrills.

"You could have just left me," she said, "Maybe I'd have found a traveling companion with a bit more charm."

She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Or maybe they'd have killed you once they realized just how much you yap."

"This isn't my first adventure. I know what I'm doing," she spoke again.

"Clearly not."

"Five more seconds and I would have had the whole campsite picked clean and then disappeared into the wind."

"Then what? They wake up that night and realize it's gone. Do you know how quickly they'd find you?"

"Maybe if this was the Underdark. But on the surface they don't stand a chance."

"You only think that because you don't know what you were trying to steal."

"Yes I do. I think it was a bag of, err, some bark or something. For a potion I imagine."

"Ah, you're only half an idiot apparently. It's a lichen. And yes, it's used for potions."

"What's it for? Invisibility or something?"

The elf scoffed.

"I know who you are."

She tried not to lose her balance as his words slammed into her. Shit.

"Of course you do. I told you my name when we met. Or well, when you took me as a slave, good master."

"Yes, if i remember correctly you said: 'Izz of Longsaddle. Peasant girl.'"

"I don't recall including the peasant part. But that's all true!"

"But that's not the whole truth is it?" Jae pressed on. "I've heard the songs. The curly hair. The green and blue eyes. Not to mention the incessant talking, talking, talking. You're the Silver Canary."

He had her made. The cover was blown. Damn her unforgiving beauty and charisma, she thought to herself. No use in lying anymore.

"They do typically mention my beauty in the songs, right? Or are they not doing that anymore? I've only been thirty for a few years, so I can understand if-"

"You sweet talk your way through town after town. Stealing religious and magical artifacts and selling them for mere silver."

"I've found that gold is too heavy and I can spend it too quickly."

"You must have known what those Drow had in the bag or you wouldn't have risked your life for it."

Izz sighed and scratched the side of her nose.

"There's a chance, yes, that I was aware."

The elf nodded slowly.

"And now you know why I keep you alive," he said.

"I knew what was in the bag. But I swear I don't know what it does. And, no, I still don't understand why you keep me alive."

"Perhaps you will figure it out with time. Come. The river is just around the brush there."

"Yeah, or, you know, you could just tell me."

The rope went tight around her wrists and she stumbled forward through the brush following the silhouette of the elf.

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She sat on a large flat rock and dipped her feet into the cold stream. If she closed her eyes she could hear the creek back home. See the long winter frost melting upstream and swelling the riverbed. But Longsaddle was far, far, far away now and even the brightest summer days there couldn't match the heat of the jungle.

She'd learned to love the heat. The warm feeling of the sun on her skin. The sheen of sweat on her body. Above all, she appreciated being free of her thick furs and cloaks and dressing in the simple halter top and leggings or a simple linen dress.

The sun beat down on her face through a small crack in the trees. For a moment she was gone from the world.

Her tranquility was broken by the sloshing footsteps of her captor.

"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously. Partly because he began to pull her into the water and partly because he had stripped completely naked. He had waded into the water up to his navel and she did her best not to take in the sight of his impressive figure. She had heard elves were supposed to be slender and pretty. He was wider, stronger, and just... bigger than she imagined. She started to wonder what else might be bigger when his voice snapped her back to reality.

He said something, but she didn't hear him.

"W-What?" she tried to hide the embarrassment of being caught staring.

"We have to drop the scent," he said.

"Well you certainly stink, but I-"

"The scent of the lichen is all over us. All the years underground lead the Drow to developing a powerful sense of smell. This lichen is more valuable than you can imagine. Entire generations of elves depend on it. As soon as they realize what's happened to that raiding party they will come looking. Then once they realize just what is missing they will come after us."

"Huh? It's just some shitty bark. You really think it's that big of a deal?"

"This quality? In this quantity? Yes."

He stopped and looked at her.

"Are you going to walk with me or am I going to drag you again?"

He pulled the slack of the rope towards him.

"Do I have to get naked too?"

"I don't care what you do."

She thought carefully for a moment. To call her clothes tattered would be generous. Water logging them might destroy them and the thought of wearing wet clothes until they made camp wasn't very appealing.

"How do I know you aren't going to jump me?"

"If I wanted to, I would have done it by now."

"Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?"

"If anything I should be the one fearing you. Humans are known for their sexual proclivity after all."

Izz shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't particularly active herself, though she had claimed a fair share of lovers on her journey across the various lands of Faerun. That being said, she had rebuffed far more than she ever accepted.

"You might be too if you didn't live for 800 years," Izz said.

He said nothing, but pulled the rope tighter.

"Alright, alright. Give me a second."

She turned to face away from him and stripped her pants down to her ankles and eventually tossed them to him in the stream. She tried to pull her top over her head and grinned to herself.

"I'm not going to be able to get this top off with my hands tied. Can you help me?"

"If you think I'm going to untie you-"

"No, no. Just help me get it over my elbows."

Izz turned to face him and lifted her hands above her head. She saw the subtle double take as her body caught his eye. So he could be rattled.

She had been fit before they started their walk in the woods, as all good thieves should be, but she had no doubts that after two weeks of hiking her body was now lithe and toned. She was counting on it.

He locked his eyes on hers and did his best not to look at the dip of her collarbone or the tan lines forming around her small pert breasts or the impression her nipples left against the threadbare top or the or the faint definition of her stomach or the dark unshorn mound beneath it.

"Come on, you said we were in a hurry," she teased him with a wiggle of her hips.

"You think I don't know what you're doing?"

"Oh, mighty elf, how could I, a degenerate half idiot human, ever hope to trick someone as skeptical as you?"

The elf moved through the water and dropped his pack on the rock next to her. He pulled her hands towards him and slid his hands up her ribs to the bottom of her top. Somehow, despite herself, she found his touch was quick and graceful and small electric needles pricked at her body. Maybe some of what they say about elves is true, she thought at her body's reaction, that's all.

"You should know," he said as he pulled the mud covered top towards her shoulders, "You're not my type anyway."

"Aw. Is it the hair down there? Normally it's shorn, but we haven't been near a bathhouse in a minute," Izz took a half step closer to him.

"Are humans truly this crude?"

"No, I'm a special case. If you sit on that rock I'll show you just how special."

"I'd rather eat rot grubs."

Jae pulled the top over her elbows and down to her wrists. Izz pressed her hips forward as he pulled, letting her stomach press against something firm and she felt the cool water of the river dripping off his skin. Suddenly he was taller than she remembered. And maybe a bit more handsome than she remembered too.

"You want to be free this badly?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"You want to be free so badly that you'd give yourself to someone you hate?"

In that moment the sincerity of his words cut through her. There was a hurt behind them she couldn't help but understand.

And just like that - her guise fell. The game was over. She'd lost.

"No, well, I mean yes, but no. What I mean is- I don't hate you. Not particularly. You did save my life, but this whole prisoner thing-"

"All humans hate elves."

"That's not true. Maybe a thousand years ago that was true. Or in some parts of the world that's true. And, yeah I mean I guess some people do just hate elves, but-"

"You want to know what the lichen does?"

"I didn't at first, but now that my life seems to depend on it, I will admit I am a little curious."

"It enhances the virility and fertility of elf mates. It's used in mating rituals on the surface and in the Underdark. It is critical for elf settlements around Faerun to promote healthy and plentiful bloodlines. My bloodline, the Crea'mpyes, has certain difficulties reproducing and the survival of my family depends on this."

"Are you telling me that bark makes magical boner juice? I almost died for elf boner juice?"

"There may be other magical properties that I'm not aware of. But you should know there are magical properties I possess you definitely are not aware of."

"I don't think being the world's wettest blanket is a magical property."

"Do you know what sets apart the elves of Precohm from your normal Wild Elf?"

"Arrogance."

"You have truly earned your name, Canary. The elves of Precohm have difficulty attracting mates."

"You don't say."

"So, our preseminal fluid has been imbued with a certain magic that can attract every ovulating female of any humanoid race. Even the slightest touch has been known to warp the minds of the most resolute. When was your last bleed, Izz?"

"Uhm. Ew. Do not call it a bleed. And I suppose it was..."

"About two weeks ago? When I took you as my slave."

How the hell did he know that?

Izz had never heard of this magic before. Was it possible? In her travels through Faerun she had come across numerous artifacts and scrolls of sexual nature, but she had never heard of this in elves or any civilized race. There were some animals, sure, and some plants, yes...it might explain some of the unusual feelings she'd been having lately. Surely, he's taking the piss out of me, she thought. But then again, nothing about him seemed like the joking type. It was probably best to back off for now.

"If I believed in every elf lie I heard-"

The elf's tall ears twitched. His head snapped to the side. Eyes burning, he scanned the woods.

"Something's coming," he said. He listened intently. His face a frozen gaze into the deep green of the underbrush. "Goblins." His eyes darted. "Too many to fight here."

Izz sensed her opportunity. He was distracted and she needed no prompting.

"What's that there?" she nodded over his other shoulder. When Jae turned again she slipped her shirt around his leg and pulled with all her strength. The elf slipped on the wet stone and tumbled into the river. She grabbed the bag containing the lichen and dashed into the dark of the woods.

She had about fifteen seconds of freedom before she felt him grab her by the hair and pull her into a moss bed.

"Do you want to fucking die?" he hissed. "If you think being a slave to elves is bad, wait until you see what the Grabcock goblins do to their herd."

"Let go of me," she kicked at him but he hardly noticed. Instead, he stood and lifted her off the ground with his arms around her waist. Her feet struggled to gain hold but they slipped off him.

"We will be lucky to survive thanks to your impudence," he growled as he thrust her against the trunk of a decaying tree.

With one hand wrapped around her body he pulled the trunk of the tree towards them. It wiggled but held firm. He pulled again and again the tree wiggled, but did not fall. With one more heave the tree gave way and as it fell he turned his back to it shielding her from the trunk.

Izz could hardly believe what was happening. The end of the Silver Canary. Crushed to death by suicidal elf and shitty old tree. She closed her eyes as she felt gravity take hold and braced for the impact, but all she felt was the soft plop of the moss on her stomach and the body weight of her elf captor.

The old tree had landed softly across the back of the elf and the moss let them press into the earth without smashing them into dust. It was a clever trick she had to admit.

She opened one eye slowly and glanced over her shoulder. Jae's face was locked in a grimace. He was holding himself on his elbows, trying to keep the weight of the tree from crushing them.

"My hero," she whispered.

"Now is not the time for your attitude. Quiet, or those goblins will skewer us both."

Unfortunately for the both of them, Izz had found there was always time for her attitude. And to make matters worse, the goblins were closer than they had expected. Izz could hear them now. Shouting in their guttural tone. She felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. Somewhere nearby footsteps padded into the dirt and someone pushed back limbs and leaves.

"Went this way!" a goblin voice shouted.

Izz felt the electric tingle of what should be fear course through her veins, but, that feeling, she thrived on it. The adrenaline rush of straddling the edge poked and prodded at her. Her senses were heightened. She could feel every inch of the ground beneath her...and the body of the elf above her. She could smell the moss, the moisture, the edelweiss and fern nearby, and the body of the elf above her. The elf. She could feel his muscles straining against her. His hips pressed into her back and in her hand was...wait...what was this in her hands?

"Is that your cock?" she whispered over her shoulder.

"Shh!" he hissed back. It must have happened when they fell. Her hands were still tied but trapped under her hips between her legs. The only thing keeping the elf's manhood from sliding up against her were the tips of her fingers.

"I knew you couldn't be trusted," she whispered. Like mentioned, Izz found there was always time for her attitude.

"If you don't stop talking I will spear you and leave you for the goblins," he tried to shuffle his hips back, but the weight of the tree was too much and Izz instinctively gripped tighter with her fingertips. The precarious situation had every nerve in her body on edge. She could feel the smooth skin of his head and the soft ridge beneath each finger. She squeezed lightly to feel the weight of it and when she did she realized it was bigger than she could believe... and still growing.

"If you don't keep this thing under control you're going to spear me either way,." Izz tried to wiggle her fingertips down the side of the thing in a hope to maybe push it to the side but it just kept growing.

"Leave it alone you fool," Jae urged.

"I'm trying," Izz couldn't find the words, "I-I just can't get a grip," One part of her wanted to reach down and push the damnable snake into the dirt beneath her, and then again, one part of her wanted to reach down and pull it up, trace the length of it with her fingertips, and slip it between her legs if only for a moment.

For the moment she settled on simply stroking it with the tips of her finger nails.

Jae would not be the first elf she'd taken as a lover, but elf bloodlines varied so greatly across the continents that there was not much that could have helped her predict this. The Wild Elves were built different. The head was enormous. The ridges prominent. It was hot to the touch like a welling spring. The shaft was ribbed and his skin was so warm. So warm. It felt like it might melt in her hands. Maybe if she could just get her fingers around it...

She knew she should let go, the wise thing to do would be to drop it and quiver in quiet fear until the goblins tired of their search. But her fingers felt glued to it. Something egged her on.

It had to be that elf magic. There was no other explanation. In three decades of adventuring she'd never experienced something this powerful. This alluring.

The elf was silent now. The only sound the rasping of his breath in her ear. Slowly, a warmth spread up through her toes and her stomach began to flutter. The tips of her fingers danced with electric fire and her body slowly trembled as she wiggled her hand around it and pulled towards the top..

"Damn you," the words escaped her lips, "If we live through this I will have your ears on a necklace."

"Nnngh," the elf couldn't speak. He couldn't stop her now. Nothing could stop her.

When she brought her hand to the head of it a slick hot liquid poured between her fingers. The taught muscles of the elf pressed into her back and quivered as she slipped her hand over the bulb. A warm wet trail of precum dragged across her palm.

"What forbidden magic is this?" She gasped as the liquid now began to trickle steadily down between her fingers, her hand, down her wrist, onto her forearm. She had seen men ready to go, but not like this. It began to pool around her hips in the dirt.

"I warned you," Jae whispered. His voice underlined with need.

"There's so much..." Izz brought her hand up and down over him now. Slow, smooth. Her fingers barely touching around the thickness of it. It was at full tilt now, pressed up between her legs and poking into her belly.