Vaerana

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Vaerana was completely lost for words. As an orphan, raised in the darkness below, within a culture of dominance and cruelty, she was not prepared for her current situation. Normally, her completely black eyes and dark grey skin gave her away as something... different. If she was lucky, she would be mistaken for a dark elf, and assumed to be pure evil. However, if people knew what she really was, they would be even more afraid. Hence she had been a lonely woman for dozens of years, waiting for someone to give her a chance.

But then she met Bogart.

Bogart wasn't the most attractive name at all, though she wouldn't know. He introduced himself in a manner that gave away what kind of person he was. He sat right next to her at the bar, where she sat lonely and ignored, and immediately started chatting her up. Very soon he had convinced her he needed someone to watch over him while he slept, and he was delighted that like elves she tranced for only 4 hours.

If she was human, she would've only been able to make out his long, rich, dark brown hair, some of which was on his face in a meticulously groomed beard. It was a tavern only lit by torches and candles, just enough light to make out his hair.

However, Vaerana had dark vision. When she looked over at him, trying to not get too worked up by how his breath felt on her neck and how armor felt pressing into her own, she saw something stunning.

His armor was a tailored half-plate which faintly glowed a soft blue. Because of the close fit, it seemed to make his chest even more full and shoulders even broader. Bogart wasn't as strong and fit as Emilion, or as Vaerana. Vaerana was a cleric to the patron goddess of her people, and she had to be strong to survive her cruel upbringing. She also had to be wise beyond her years, which weren't going to be very many.

Bogart was like her. He was wearing a lot of armor, he carried a shield around, and he was a champion for a goddess. He was in his 40s, but because he was a half-elf, he looked like a 30 year old human.

She had no idea what color his eyes were until the morning. While his eyes sucked in light and he could see well under just moonlight, her own eyes let her see in total darkness at the cost of all use of color. It wasn't till morning that the sun crossed into his face from a window and she saw his beautiful, deep emerald eyes.

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Bogart's perspective was different. Immediately his eyes scanned the room, taking in twice as much light as the average human's eyes. He had looked over at the corners of the room and saw them filled, and he couldn't find a suitable place to brood and eat alone. After several seconds of considering his options, he saw the outline of a curvy woman, adorned in mail that rolled over her ample, feminine features.

An adventurer, like himself! Surely if he sat by her he wouldn't be assassinated! And... Hmm... She had an attractive outline.

Bogart didn't realize her eyes were pitch, midnight black. By the time it was morning, he was too infatuated and desiring of her to really care about her eyes.

It wasn't his first intention to "get to know her".

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Bogart had three different thin scars that crossed his face and tucked under his hair were slightly pointy ears.

Of course, when he was speaking to her at the bar, he told her he could hear a whisper across the room and could read lips at the same distance too.

He had convinced her to share a room with him, by telling her that despite his excellent hearing and sight, and the fact that he could literally smell evil... He sadly needed to sleep eight hours, during which he was mostly helpless.

Now, she knew he had a lot of enemies, his perking his ears up and looking at the front door when it opened gave that away. However, she also learned very quickly that he was a rampant seducer.

The issue was that she was well... She had never been approached by a man and flirted with, let alone seduced. So that night when they were together... And he was one of the most well spoken and best looking men she had ever seen... Giving her a back massage.

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Bogart meanwhile... Well he told himself he was just being friendly. They split the cost of the room, and he was getting the bed first or they were sharing it... Getting a room to yourself was a lot of money, and so it was very common for travelers, and even ordinary people, to sleep three or four to a bed.

So Bogart reasoned... Well shouldn't he give her a back massage, after a long day traveling? And if she was so lonely and low in spirit, shouldn't he encourage her and talk her up?

But then they looked into each other's eyes, or more like the outline of her face for Bogart, and breathed out to each other.

-

She wasn't sure what happened. Her people often had a "I could go insane and kill everyone I know tomorrow" kind of attitude. Which is exactly what would likely happen to her...

So when he didn't have any herbs or condoms....

Something got into the two of them, and pretty soon he was on top of her, basically breeding her pregnant.

The next day was professional. Investigating a murder, fighting an assassins guild, dealing with crooked human guards. Meeting Emilion.

Emilion

Emilion was a Sun Elf, also sometimes called a "High Elf". She had heard they had this kind of ethereal grace, but Emilion was different. The stained apron and big, veiny arms gave away his living, which was making some of the finest armor that could be found in any place within 3 days' walk. He had broad shoulders, his arms were hardened from hammering away for years, his hands callused, and his face was etched with focus when he was working. While his hands were weathered, she was surprised by how gentle they felt when he first shook her hand, the first time he took her hand to kiss it.

He had insisted he wasn't going to tell her anything, until she had at least one date with him. It was a pleasant affair, involving chicken in broth, with bread. The whole time his amber eyes were locked on her, which was how he got chicken broth all over his etched jawline and inviting lips...

When Emilion was turned away from her, she could see his hair, which looked almost at times like it was spun from gold.

At the time Vaerana didn't know what to think. She had a second, fit and capable man eager to get her attention and affection, and possibly her love. She quickly began to think that Bogart had somewhat hedonistic intentions, but Emilion seemed sweet and perfectly capable of taking it slow. While their first date got interrupted, and they had to rush off to go chase down some annoying dwarf...

Emilion did look so dashing as he took off with her, after they ran off without finishing their food. They had paid for it beforehand. Too bad.

So Emilion's long, strong and nimble legs stretched out and slammed down into the ground. His apron flapped against his trousers, getting in his way. His buckler, the little shield on his belt, tapped against him as well.

Now she had heard poems about a woman having her bosom heaving with longing, or something like that... She wasn't quite sure what it meant until it happened to her. As she came to a stop and looked over at Emilion, she saw him draw his hammer and equip his buckler on his knuckles. While he wasn't an adventurer, just a blacksmith, he was brave and strong. Her heart could not keep still as she looked at him, and it kept beating faster as he pointed and yelled at a group of cloaked assassins raiding a shrine.

There was a second date, while Bogart walked around and tried to blend in while wearing commoner clothing. Vaerana was able to hold hands with Emilion and look into his amber eyes, which shone with happiness and joy when he looked at her. They had interlocked fingers and he had moved his chair closer to her, so he could blow on hot soup and spoon it into her mouth. He even spilled some of it on her armor and apologized, before she told him she wasn't hurt. How could she; she had thick padded leather covered in heavy chainmail.

So there was her options. Emilion who she met later... And Bogart who likely had other women... Well most of them were mad at him... but at least one of them likely still loved him.

Vaerana was very embarrassed about her situation, especially the first night she was alone from the two of them. She rented her own room to try and control her desires, or more likely keep the two men from trying to bed her.

Emilion was strong, talented, and like his people were said to be, extremely well educated. However, he was a bit of a careful, bookish man, while Bogart could think up a witty or charming poem in less than a minute. Emilion was safe and warm, while Bogart was dangerous and aggressive. Emilion was single, Bogart likely had another woman. Emilion had a stable trade and would stay in a fixed location with her. Bogart was an adventurer who spent half his time traveling and the other half checking up on his contacts and offspring.

She ate her food alone and tried to keep down her own embarrassment. She managed to trance four hours, but most of the night her mind replayed their words and what they looked like, how their hands felt on her body.

-

And soon the three of them were banished from the town, and traveling, with Emilion's tools and what he could pack. Everything he could was stuffed into a wagon pulled by some mules.

Which meant she was traveling, completely alone, with the two of them

Between the three of them, they were supposed to be mature and rational, two of them were very smart and two were very wise.

But apparently she was hopeless before their strength and personalities, while they were infatuated by her strong, exotic body and seemed to find her personality cute, adorable even.

Maybe she was in heat or something, and it was affecting them? Or they were driven by some kind of elvish compulsion they and she didn't know about.

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She wasn't sure, but she did know that right now the two were traveling with her and arm wrestling to see which one would feed her. Their veins bulge and they flexed their arms as they locked their elbows. Vicious, angry, competitive male eyes stared each other down. They were like two bulls locking horns for a sow in heat.

Emilion won, and so he got to cook with her. He did an acceptable job cooking, but Vaerana was able to help him and improve what he was trying to make. The food was properly cooked, not too soft or hard, and she provided some herbs to help it have some more flavor.

Bogart came out with his bowl and spoon. He then showed he had gotten and boiled an extra small pan of water for them.

"I hope we can all have a good meal together!" Vaerana said.

More arm-wrestling, this time shirtless, locking up their pecs as they strained and grunted, desperate to win. Vaerana felt warmth consume her face as she couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Bogart, as the victor was soon blowing on his spoon and feeding her the stew she had helped make. And yet, oh dear! Emilion was behind her, rubbing her arms with his strong hands and trying to massage her through her chainmail and padded armor!

Vaerana was so flustered, but she found her back and shoulders relaxing at his strong touch. "You...You both don't need to pamper me so much."

After blowing on and offering a few more spoonfuls, Bogart was trying to doff all his armor and then flex for her. He finished feeding her, but then the two "boys" ate so fast they almost began to choke, and turn purple in their faces. This gave time for Vaerana to remove most of her remaining armor, starting with the mail.

Bogarts hands went straight to her trousers, kneading right through the linen fabric with his rough hands. She could feel his digits on the contours of her legs, and then down his palms slid, till he was rubbing his thumbs into one foot and then the other. His hands were so dominant and powerful, and yet so kind and gentle.

Emilion however, had his own hands right on her arms, exploring them with his palms and gliding right along her dark skin. Her back was warmed just as much as her face, bosom, and her hidden womanhood. She felt something like lightning running up and along her body, a tingling sensation.

Bogart's hands were on her trousers, his rough fingers kneading the soft fabric, tracing the contours of her legs and then the delicate curves of her feet. His touch was firm yet gentle, a delightful contrast that sent shivers down her spine. Emilion, meanwhile, used his own strong hands to explore her arms, his calloused palms gliding over smooth skin, sending a trail of warmth across her back.

Vaerana couldn't help but lean back towards Emilion and closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to control her breathing. "Thank you... Both."

The two men were overcome with desire, and disdain for each other, and so they went right for the openings that were left exposed. One set of hands went to her chest, rubbing along her toned stomach, the curvature of her covered breasts. Like every woman of the time, she took rolls of linen and wrapped them around her breasts. They protected her nipples and gave her breasts support, so they didn't flop around. The clothing was a bit damp and so it stuck to her skin, which aided the newly invented clip behind her that held the linen in place.

A second set of hands went to her back, rubbing up and down like she was a set of floors that had to be scrubbed. Then there were the lips, which pressed against and again along her spine, followed by hot, lustful breaths. She soon felt lips at the front and back of her neck, along with their breathing and hair. A beard tickled her cheeks and chin.

Now she was pinned between them, completely taken by surprise. Vaerana moaned out, trapped between their strong legs, hips, and pecs. She was unable to move. "E-Emilion?~ Bogart?~"

The two of them looked right up at her, like dogs that had their names called. They even were panting and huffing out from their mouths, which looked very kissable at this moment... Then the two of them glared at each other, and flared their nostrils. Their eyes alternated between each other and her, their faces changing disposition as they did. She couldn't help but blush at the sight, and how much affection she was getting. No one had treated her like this before.

"Y-You're both getting r-really riled up over me."

She tried to use her years, decades of experience to look over both of them, trying to not get distracted by their strong, passionate bodies. She could feel their bulges in their... Well she wasn't sure. She had personally wrapped herself in something like a linen loincloth, with maybe some other fabric sew in here or there if needed. The two of them seemed to have a long wrap of linen that was sewn here or there to make it easier to take on and take off, to hold it all together.

But their thick, rigid poles pressed through the fabric anyways, and they were dripping lubrication right through. Her own womanhood was leaking juices, making a mess of her own clothing.

If the two "boys" kept going, one of both of them, with all of their lust, would try to take her to bed with them. With how Vaerana was feeling, she would happily go with them to the tent or even get on all fours right here at a safe distance from the fire.

Bogart replied first. "Mmmm, I'm sorry, you're just so soft....~"

Emilion spoke up quickly, slightly startled. "Vaerana is beautiful and healthy, a proper elven woman."

Ooh boys! Vaerana tried to move her hands to her chest to contain the rapid beating of her own heart. Then her mind suddenly remembered something Bogart said earlier. It was hard to get the words out, and she had to look away from them both.

"I-I have more than one hole~" She watched to see if she was out of line as they clearly were riled up. Did she say the right thing? She couldn't help herself, they were filling her with such pleasure and she didn't know which one she went to bed with. Plus they were both so competitive and grumpy... Maybe taking her would calm their lustful selves and allow them to rest for the night.

"A-And maybe we should have s-some ale?" Vaerana added.

Emilion seemed more surprised than Bogart, but Bogart was also a bit surprised. She looked at it once and then the other as fast as she could. Both of them had wide eyes, and then their eyes went right to her undergarments. The hands followed the eyes and soon they started undressing her, almost ripping her clothing right off her body with their tugging and pulling.

If she wasn't impregnated by Bogart just a few nights before, surely she would end up impregnated before she got to the next town! It was not far from the middle of her cycle, and in just a few weeks she would know by a bleeding or lack there of just how virile the "boys" were.