We stood under a canopy of lavender foliage, amidst ancient trees whose upraised limbs soared high above our heads. Twilight glow radiated through the trees from all sides. Blue glow bugs flitted by, some near and some far, but none of that mattered. It was a picture perfect moment. I was in the arms of Le'ara, the elven huntress, and she was throwing herself at me like a drunk sorority girl at a frat party.
To be honest, I wasn't ready for her advances. Sure, I wanted her, and I didn't even mind that another elf was silently standing there watching us, but I needed some time to settle my nerves. I had just met Mother Farold and it did not go well. I had been kicked out of the sacred grove, and then fell into a tense face-to-face verbal confrontation with
the
Tranquil Adept, Medina. Oh and by the way, she told me that she would probably have to kill me, nothing personal. Being the only adept in the world, she was unique in that she commanded limitless, untold reserves of magic, so that meant I was toast if I ever left the safety of the sanctuary. I was glad she respected the rules of the sanctuary, and wondered if Mother Farold and the elves could stop a sorceress like that.
I felt weird about staying in Faroldhomme, but if it was my only choice, I wasn't going to pitch a fit. I did have important things to get back to in my home, but it wasn't going anywhere. Faroldhomme was stuck in a time warp, I could more or less stay as long as I wanted. The question in my mind was, would I be allowed to stay? What if I had committed a serious transgression? Maybe I would be banished from Faroldhomme forever! Perhaps I would soon be escorted back to the real world, and try to get on with my life, and from out of nowhere Medina would come and off me, and that would be my final chapter.
Of course I wanted to save my own skin. Still, it was the first time I had actually met a sentient tree, and I screwed up. This was not just any sentient tree either. She was called "Mother" reverently by an entire elven society. I really blew it, and I felt absolutely rotten.
Le'ara's teeth tugged at my earlobes, sending chills down my spine despite my mood. It was hard to feel depressed and alone with such lovely and inviting company. Still, I felt I should tell her to stop. We had to wait for the others. Why? I could hardly remember why. Because they asked me to wait. It hardly seemed like a good reason when there was hot, willing company eager for carnal pleasure.
Before I managed to speak, she slipped her hand down along the front of my gossamer robes and felt me up, finding my steaming hot pussy. I was so wet for her, I was a mess.
"Uh, Jeanie, how did you get all your coven sisters pregnant?" Le'ara asked. "Just curious."
Whoops, that's right. I had shrank my penis out of existence. Le'ara was bound to be curious how I knocked up three girls without one.
"She got
all
of them pregnant?" gasped Cresania, the elf who had been escorting Medina.
"Um, I can show you later," I said nervously, pulling away. I was so hot and flushed, my chest was heaving with excitement. "We'd better go wait at the bottom of the hill, like we were told."
"Show me? Why, I'd love to see! Oh my!" Le'ara blushed profusely. "Oh dear, you'll just have to do that I suppose."
"Later," I murmured shyly, and glanced over at Cresania, who smiled at me and then turned away in flushed embarrassment.
"Later, of course," said Le'ara, sighing to calm herself. "At least tell me your secret though," she implored. "Cresania love, you definitely need to hear this, come with us."
With a lovely elf maiden to either side of me, we strolled down the white and mossy path. I explained to them that I was a futanari that could grow one or even two cocks, and make them disappear. I explained what I knew about my aura and the way it affected other witches.
"Other than that, I'm fairly clueless," I confessed, as we reached the pair of trees at the end of the path. "What exactly is a spiritmancer? They started to explain, but then I got kicked out."
"Oh," Le'ara said. "I think I have heard of them, but I don't know. Cresania, would you like to explain it to her?"
Cresania looked at Le'ara wide-eyed. I never saw an elf so at a loss for words.
"I'm not sure if what I had heard is true. The one time I remember learning about them, the elder said that if there ever was one, they would turn tragically evil!"
"I would never turn evil! What are you talking about?!" I interrupted. "Just tell me please. I tried magic and I can't do anything except, well, mind read and that thing with my, uh, organ." I trailed off.
"Of course," Cresania said. "A spiritmancer is like a special kind of elementalist. A pyromancer creates fire, a hydromancer water, and so on. These are the elements. Now, think of the four elements as a ring. Fire, water, earth, and air. Now, above the ring is the plane of life force, or positive energy. Healing magic draws from this place. Positive energy is light, and it is powerful like electricity. It is life itself, yet it is not alive. On the opposite side of the ring is the plane of negative energy. It too is simply energy, a type of energy that destroys life. Negative life energy infuses and sustains the flesh of vampires, ghouls and zombies. Necromancers wield it to raise armies of undead.
"Now, the elders theorized that such a being as a spiritmancer could exist, based on the existence of other elementalists. They never saw one, so they could only guess at their powers, but the planes of positive and negative energy are opposites, and therefore attract. They funnel into a point, a very stormy confluence known as the spiritual vortex."
We were all silent for a moment.
"So? What does that mean? What powers do I have?" I asked, on the edge of my proverbial seat.
"Well, mind reading and mind control, for starters. Magical healing perhaps, and also fleshcraft."
"Fleshcraft? What's that?"
"It's where you can shape living flesh. Sex witches use it in various forms all the time to enhance their beauty and change their sexual characteristics. In the previous age, it was commonly associated with evil but now there's nothing evil about it."
"Well that's a relief! Anyway, I am
not
going to turn evil. No way! I worry about this idea of mind control, actually. I don't like that. What if I'm already doing it by accident?"
"Mmm, whatever would we do?" Le'ara rejoined in a sultry voice, flirtatiously close and making eye contact. "What if my lust for you is merely your will telling me what I should want? I should find myself powerless to resist!" She pulled a silken cord on her tunic, untying her vest and letting the supple leather fall open.
"I-oh! Oh God!" I breathed, taking in the sight of her perfect milky skin. "I'm not making you do anything, not consciously anyway!" I sputtered, still in awe.
"Maybe it's subconscious," Cresania said in a soft and disarmingly sexy voice. She said it like she was blowing kisses across my pussy and was about to go munch out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her lacy silken robes float down, pooling next to her feet. Unexpected bobbing motion caught my eye and I turned to look at her nudity.
She had a throbbing erection, nearly as long as my forearm, and proportionally thick.
"Y-you're a futanari!"
"Why yes I am," Cresania said. "Oh! You didn't know? Why, about one in ten elves in Faroldhomme are futanari, with the other nine being female."
"But.. so are you saying there are no male elves?"
"They exist, but they reside in other realms far away."
"One in ten? I suppose that would make you very popular," I said.
"Enough talk," Le'ara interrupted, placing her lips over mine. I returned her kiss with passion and ardor, but I was a little put off by the way she seemed to want to take charge. It dawned on me that I was desperately curious about what was going on in her mind. I had never known an elf, much less kissed one while reading her mind. I knew what an ego rush it would be. I could not resist a peek, and if you were me you would not have been able to resist either.
I imagined the stone fortress, everything coming to me quickly with all the practice I had of late. I pictured her beyond the arrow slit, only she was so close to me, it was as though she was kissing me through the arrow slit. I sensed her desire and how horny she was. She was ready for anything, that much was clear. I could not see past her to Cresania, however.
Just out of a whim, I pictured Le'ara inside of the stone fortress with me. My mind seemed to struggle with visualizing this, but I figured if I had her inside with me, I could still see her and read her mind.
When I finally managed to picture her inside with me clearly, I vividly imagined telling her that she would be a "very obedient elf slut." Then I turned to the arrow slit and used it to read Cresania's thoughts. Both elves were dying with anticipation to see my futa cock. Cresania wanted to be fucked about as badly as Le'ara did, but theyexpected Le'ara to go first.
Taking a moment to focus as I had practiced, I grew my futa cock out until it was significantly larger than Cresania's twelve inch monster. They both gasped and moaned with surprise and delight, as I knew they would. Le'ara was convinced that because she found me first, that she had a right to go first. I determined to confound her expectations.
"Le'ara, you've never had one this big before, have you?" I asked.
"No, but it should be okay. We at Faroldhomme have all been given an enchantment to make us stretch."
"Should be okay? Why aren't you sure?"
"Well, I've never tried to stick anything that big into me before."
"I have!" Cresania chimed in, as I knew she would. I grinned wickedly and beckoned her close to me. "Good, well we want to play it safe, so let's do a little stretch test run with Cresania. If she can take it, we know--"
