DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.
This story has a male main character and is written in the first-person protagonist.
Kingdoms:
Queen Amice-- Capital Algiers -- Home - Cegramond
Queen Hollis -- Capital Djamena - Velho southern island-
Queen Isabella -- Capital Tripoli
Queen Gilfa -- Capital Cairo
Elves - Tunisia
Waking up after only a few hours of sleep felt like I'd been drinking the wine Tahareesa serves, dehydrated and a dull ache around the eyes. I could feel Abi humming in my head and humming on my dick with my body and ears. well, that made all other feelings fade and the constant tug and release made my face hot and smile wide, I don't think anything is better than the feeling of your dick being suckled.
"Oh my goodness," I mumble feeling her hair moving across my stomach with her arm over my chest I look down and see her ass up near my shoulder, moving my arm up awkwardly to grab a handful she groans.
'Stop, I'm trying to concentrate,' Abi sends me so I move both hands behind my head and look around. Most everyone is up and about, Neivia walking past the bed with one towel around her head and another wrapped around her body.
Neivia glances over at her sister suckling her husband, and smiles at how the most power woman in the world enjoys such a subservient activity, looking towards Cat she accepts the underclothes handed to her and drops her towels.
Watching all of this my new wife takes one look, a look that had no hint of jealousy. I feel bad for a moment as there is no chance I could do the same, a hypocrite for sure, but to see her with anyone would crush my soul, to see any of them pick someone else would do it.
I thought I was a good person, but I do not doubt that I'd make a mess of any situation even remotely resembling losing any one of them. I feel another pat on my chest, 'Shhh, think of something else.' Abi sends.
"I wonder what that's like, look at his face?" Cataline whispers.
"Shush dear," Mazarine adjusts her chest band, twice the size of Cats, it barely contains them, but it makes it even sexier to see them fight that containment. "She has a lot of work to do when we get there and wants to relax beforehand. We just have to stand around and look helpful."
Tahareesa walks in and I feel a little exposed, she glances over everyone, pausing on us and my heart stops for a moment until she continues into the room over to Cassandra and Denae. "Mother should be waiting for us, she'll make sure we are surrounded by her faction."
"How many factions are there?" Cassandra asks dressed in a light peach sundress tied between her boobs, a gap showing her bronzed skin is the same tone everywhere, and another thin strap tied in a bow just above her belly button with the rest of the dress flowing down turning into a lacy bottom just above her knees, she has lost all remnants of her age, wrinkles, crows feet or age spots from the decades of sun. A human woman's natural age wasn't known, it appears to be mid 30's, but the flawlessness makes her seem elf-ish as Tahareesa was hundreds? of years old and has the same flawless features. Nora had the oldest look before learning the weave and now she probably looked to be a beautiful flawless version of herself 20 years ago.
'Thank you dear,' Nora sends, 'it is a constant topic when I visit Velho.'
"Each faction has its own area, most are groups of survivors from previous times," Tahareesa pauses and then ticks them off on her fingers. "The Vanyor, Nandor, Teleri, Sindar, Falathrim; the Asure mostly read and write the tomes, the Seafarers came into being again once the humans were gone. Mother and I are of the Falathrim or coastal elves."
Pulled back from the distraction, I feel a pat on my chest and see Abi come up and kiss me, "get dressed, and all men think the same way love, very possessive, and always guarding what they have, you have nothing to worry about."
"How do we do this?" I ask Tahareesa as we eat breakfast. "Do we have to say or do anything in greeting?"
"They won't expect you to follow any customs that are not your own," she answers while standing and taking some of the plates. "Most of you," she waves at the women, "act and speak in a way that will fit with my kind, some, of you," she looks at me, "will need to be less direct when possible." I get a few smirks, and then Cat snorts and then laughs setting most of them to laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'll be nice, though I have a theory about that one guy.."
"We've already discussed that James," Abi interrupts, "we think I should handle that part of the conversation," Abi looks at Tahareesa, "has your mother set everything up?"
"She has, there will be many more than normal in attendance." Tahareesa nods and then comes over to straighten out my shirt, leaning back she smiles down at me, "I know you dislike politics, so leave that to us?" She asks.
"What, of course?" I ask looking from one to the other as they all seem to be in on this. "Can you at least tell me what you are going to do?"
"Nope, we need you to react as they do." Abi replies, "When do we leave?" Abi then breaks what appears to be firm and final eye contact on that statement, I've seen that a few times in the past, this conversation is over. I trust her to know what she is doing.
We used the ring in the financial district across the square, it was early enough to get across without too many seeing us, but a household full of elves walking around outside caused those going about their business to stop briefly or to scurry off to avoid attention. Even those in the building that work with Falael found other things to do as we walked the halls.
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The staff and then Falael and Tahareesa went through first and asked us to wait a few moments to get set, I led the rest of us through, not thinking anything would happen considering they were bound, but also felt concern as many of them could 'feel' we were a threat, especially if they thought what I've been saying was false. Everything being done was based on my word alone and I was not even known to exist until recently.
We came out and it was nothing as I expected, we were near the water with a palace of spires reaching well above the trees that had us all stopping and staring, different shades of white with water flowing down certain sections, like the stretched look of an elf the stretched look of the walls were the same, light blues topping the towers and light seemed to radiate from the building itself.
"Wow! Denae whispers next to me, "My palace looks like an ordinary box in comparison, uh, Amice and Harold's palace."
"Way to make a first impression," I reply finding Tahareesa, Falael, and their mother standing off to the side watching us.
"There are a few like this along the coast, though most incorporate a more fundamental use, getting more earthy deeper into the woods.
"My husband," Aurenthel motions to the man next to her, regal and tall, "Kyratoar, this is James."
"A pleasure, even under the circumstances," he glances at the rest of us, "we can continue the introductions once we are in a better location." He motions for us to follow them.
The guards fill in around us and we start the walk down the path towards the crystal palace, it looks strong considering there are no seams in the stone, but fragile with the sheer amount of glass. We use glass for windows and ornamentation but this one building has as much as every house in Cegramond combined.
Almost all of the Elves we pass have the same shape as Falael and Tahareesa with hairstyle and headdresses, and clothing being the differences. The darker-haired Elves seem to be staff or guard positions.
Kyratoar and Aurenthel stop and speak to a few along the way, mostly giving orders. I wonder if they picked a ring this far away to show off the palace or if there was another reason.
