Skin Deep... To The Bone [-Haru & Candy-]

The world of Ashan. A world of humans and elves, dwarves and gnomes and halflings. A land inhabitaed by ogres and trolls, orcs and goblins - all in constant tension and conflict with one another and looking to bring down the goodly races. A land rife with magic, though few know how to properly wield it. The elves, with their endless lifespans, are the foremost practitioners of the arcane arts, with many holding powers of the elements or of nature. Dwarves delve deep into the earth, drawing from it her gold and her gems. Halflings and gnomes keep to themselves, though a scant few venture forth to travel the lands when the wanderlust takes them.

Xendorian Nethinam, Crown Prince of the HGE, the Holy Griffin Empire, was to be married. It was not his choice, and in fact, rumor had it that she was human, which turned his stomach. His people, a bloodline that stretched back for millennia, were noble Riders, known for their ferocity in battle astride their griffins, their armies feared across the entire face of Ashan. Of course, the elves did not birth often and their numbers dwindled despite their long lifespans, and alliances need be made, no matter the personal feelings of the Prince.

Questioning his father, the King, had met with little help for him. That raised his anger even more and though the Prince knew that, in some ways, this helped his people, it was like marrying a dog. Humans were simply lesser, and when he thought about it, he retched. No matter what he did though, the day to meet her approached and he dreaded that meeting with his entire being. He was sure that she would be ugly, smell bad, and had probably shared carnal knowledge with any number of beasts. Such was the way of humans. Though the day arrived and the Prince was dressed in his regal finery, and sat at the right hand of his father in the Throne Room, awaiting the arrival of his apparent bride-to-be.

...’And I shall never get to look upon the crashing waves on the shore, in a place I’ve called home since my birth. Instead I am to be offered to man, nay, some spoiled Eldar prince. For what purpose; to ensure peace between warring states. Father states that is healthy for me, that it is far more preferred, yet I feel as if the Gods have offered me an ill fate…’ Amirah, princess of Erkesh sighed heavily as she put the quill pen down, looking at the garments she had donned to meet her ‘prince charming’. It was certainly not her usual fair, she would have prefered the carefree, flowing gossamer fabric that her own clothes allowed but her dear father had command that new garments be made her, something less ‘revealing’ as what she normally wore revealed her midriff, her slender arms and well defined legs. Her long, platinum hair, which she normally let hang loosely the small of her waist was no braided tightly and adorned with an elven circlet. “Darling, your silence worries me so, a bride should be more joyful on her wedding day.”

Amirah snorted and folded her arms under her breasts, already missing hope as they had been traveling now for at least a week straight, stopping every evening as to not incur the wrath of the local wildlife and to ensure that their princess was bathed, “More often a bride has the choice in who she gives herself away to instead of being the bargaining chip.” She returned venomously, making the elder man, shake his head slowly, his thick gray beard swaying too and for as he did so. “My desert flower, you know as well as I why I do what it is I do.” The silver haired princess again snorted and threw up her hands, “Because you wish peace of our people and for their people as well, yet you prefer me to be condemned to hell? I suppose the pain of one is worth less than the pain of others.” Again the king sighed and folded his hands within his lap, disappointed that his own flesh and blood could not see the reasoning behind his and the Eldar Lord’s choice. “You will hold your tongue when we reach the city Amirah, or I will personally see to it that it is removed, are we clear?” The young woman upturned her nose and continued to pout, “I understand,” she hissed, knowing that while the king loved her deeply, he would not tolerate disrespect from his own daughter.

When the gates were reached the king and his daughter were transferred from the carriage they had been riding in through most of the journey, instead to two large horses, a company of polished soldiers on either side of them, while the carriage depositing the princess’ clothes and other such things detoured towards the palace to ensure that all her things were in order after the meeting.. It seemed completely ridiculous to be presented as some gift to his Elven prince, the dare princess understood why it needed to be done; although she hated it and it made her cheeks flush crimson with anger.
As the troupe marched through the city, all seemed to gather around in awe or perhaps disgust. The princess would flick her gaze towards onlookers, she had spied children looking on in wonder and childish curiosity, imaging the questions that they asked. She spied adults who reactions were a mix and then the elderly, who also had mixed reaction to her presence. Were her round ears that much of an oddity? How many of these people had come into contact with humans?

As the palace kept ever closer, the princess felt her stomach twist into sicking knots of discontent: she knew better than to expect the prince to welcome her with open arms, did she hope that he would? Of course she did, die she think he would, not a chance in hell. Just as she was uninterested and upset about this arranged marriage, he probably was just as upset having to be changed to a human. Who was she but a wilting flower, given to a being centuries older than she. For him, she would be but a blink in time compared to him, and once she was dead and gone, he would be free to do as he pleased again: she was cursed to this life until she drew her last breath. When the troupe had arrived at the steps of the grand palace, another company of finely dressed Eldar soldiers awaited them. “Your Highnesses,” one spoke with a tone that resembled a long drink of cool water whilst lost beneath the unforgiving desert sun, “His majesty and his son await your arrival.” The elder kind slid down from his impressive mount and stood waiting for his daughter, who was helped down by two beautiful male elves. “Thank you,” she cooed, floating over to her father as her lessons had taught her to, linking one arm with her father while his hand came to rest upon her hands. The two walked in step with each other, Amirah keeping her cyan eyes downcast as they ascended the stairs to the throne room.

As the grand doors opened and the two were escorted in, the princess felt that familiar tightening in her belly, that uncertainty of the future and nerves from meeting one such as an elven prince. When both king and his daughter came to stand before Elven royalty, neither spoke but instead bowed their heads and the princess curtsied lowly, hoping to at least impress her soon to be father-in-law with her manners. Amirah knew better than to look up, to breath loudly or even speak before she was introduced or spoken to, “House of Nethinam, Lord Shira and his daughter Princess Amirah.”

Prince Xendor was prepared, or was as much as he could be, and had surrounded himself with his most trusted friends and advisors. They stood to the side, away from the raised dais upon which the throne sat, and his and his mother's chairs as well. His bright crystalline eyes, the color of polished sapphires, glances over at Gna'shian, one of his closest friends. An interminable warrior, the man had actually sent out scouts to spy on the human caravan as they made their way into the lands of the Holy Griffin Empire, and Xendor sighed as the doors to the throneroom opened on well-oiled and silent hinges, though as he expected the Prince could smell them before they arrived. They'd not even had the decency to bathe first and stank of the road and horses.

Those eyes like glittering gems watched from beneath his lashes as they aproached and Xendor waited as they were introduced and presented, like some sort of gift, like objects. Which suited his taste just fine, and he knew that he would have to play nice. At least while in public. The humans at least had the common sense to avert their eyes from the elves and their deific beauty, which made Xendor smile behind his hand as his father deigned to rise and go to greet the animals.

"Welcome to House Nethinam. Please, we are all to be family soon enough. I am Cesarolan, and this is my wife, Avrae and our son, Xendorian. Our home is your home." the King said and had bid them raise their faces and as they had done so, Xendorian and his mither also rose from their seats to come and greet their guests. Xendorian had been wise and worn gloves and in this he did not have to touch the creatures.

While King Shira might have smelled of the road and of the beasts that they had ridden in on, Amirah had been pampered and had had her skin cleansed with sacred oils that held notes of vanilla, white jasmine and rose water; whether the prince could discern the sweet smell that wafted off of her, no one really would know. From beneath her own long ebony lashes, the princess watched with both horrified curiosity and seething rage as the prince seemed to smirk when Shira and she were presented like gifts. They were no such thing! If this had been the other way round, than the snotty prince would not be up on his throne beside his father and instead on his knees, kissing the princess' hand, offering her trinkets from his home as gifts or even reciting sonnets composed for her ears. Amirah would not show this spoiled princling her annoyance, not until he pressed her too far.

Instead, she rose her head when the king said that they were too soon be family. Hearing it from the Eldar Lord's mouth was like the kiss of Death; while the silver haired princess had known why it was that she was here, the confirmation only made her sick with grief. "A beautiful family you have Lord Cesarolan" Shira returned with a broad smile, "You offer us such kindness Sire, we are grateful." Shira shot his daughter a side long look, a look that meant that she was not behaving as he expected, "Forgive us though, we have traveled many suns and moons to be within your presence, forgive if we are weathered from our travels, we must look afright," Amirah teased even as her would be husband came down from his lofty throne and came to stand before them, noting how his hands were covered by gloves, "Your highness," she turned towards the prince, no using his name until he used her or until her father caught on that she was not having any of this little 'holy than thou' bs, "it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

Cesarolan's expressiona nd demeanor seemed open and straightforward, friendly even, as Amirah spoke. The Eldar King gave her a bow, and having studied the customs of her people, caught her hand and lifted it, kissing the back of it. The Eldar's nostrils flared at her scent and in fact the King found it quite titillating and arousing. Though he would never have spoken of succh to his wife. The human princess was also quite lovely to lok upon in his estimation, and there was a brief pang of jealousy as he thought of his son and this woman, limbs entwined in their bedchambers. "It is our greatest pleasure to be your hosts and of course if there is anything you need, you have but to ask." the King said.

Turning to her father, whom he should have greeted first, it showed that the king of the Eldar placed her station above her own father's. They greeted in order of importance and though her father was king, this was her wedding and the union between her and his son was of paramunt importance. In this matter her father wasn't even truly needed at all. However, Cesarolan was a kind and fair ruler and her father was accorded the greeting he demanded and soon the prince and the queen had also come to greet them. Avrae was like her husband, open and kind, though Xendorian could barely contsin his disdain. Lifting Amirah's hand as his father had, the lips of the Elder Prince did not touch her skin.

"Welcome to our home." Xendor spoke to her, the first words he'd ever spoken to a human, and the words were like feces on his tongue. The prince had dropped her hand at the first opportunity and taken a step back, though there was a bit of surprise as the king himself stepped up to take his place, and Cesarolan's wife Avrae stepped up to escort Amirah's father. The Eldar were not afraid to touch them, and the King draped Amirah's arm though his own, and Avrae did the same, though opposite to Shira, slipping her arm through his.

"Please, let us show you to your quarters. I am sure you are tired after your long journey." Cesarolan said and would lead them down through several corridors. The humans had been able to see the city upon their approach, the sprawling scape with the rising cliffs and the griffin nests atop the peaks. They'd even seen the griffin riders as some had come out, not to greet them, but to pass over and make sure that they were supposed to be there, ready to tear them apart were they invaders. The horses had almost panicked, the griffins their natural enemies, and in fact their biggest predators. It was a huge factor in many battles, the griffin's able to break the will and spirit of all but the most hardened warhorse.

The king led them through a set of steel doors and into a vast cavernous space that seemed to be carved into the mountain itself. A series of catacombs it seemed, though from the vast entrance one could see living quarters, libraries, kitchens and all manner of things that made this a sustainable living space and night impregnable fortress. The royals escorted the humans to the quarters in which they'd be staying, decadent and opulent, and therein were servants for them as well. "Please, rest and explore as you desire. Myself and my wife have some business to attend to, but the prince and his own entourage are at your call should you need anything." Cesarolan said, though the look of derision on Xendorian's face was unable to be hidden, though the prince did not argue the point. With that the royal family departed, leaving Shira and Amirah to their own devices, their luggage having been brought from below and their own small contingent of people housed nearby.

Amirah had wanted to raise an eyebrow as confusion began to worm its way into her heart, did her future mother and father-in-law hold no distaste for her as it appeared her dear husband did? The bow that the king gave her made her beam and when his hand collected hers and his lips pressed against her skin, the princess hoped that the prince’s kiss was just as heart hammering. “You are too kind Sire,” she returned, “I should wish not to be a burden upon your house, but thank you.” Shira was pleased to at least see that his daughter was not only behaving herself but also that the family that he was offering his daughter up to at least seemed content with her.

When it came time for the prince to show the same formality towards her and his hand lifted hers to his lips, she almost burst into a fit of giggles when all she felt was a blast of warm air and her hand was dropped so abruptly; what a spoiled little twit! It was no matter, neither she nor this Prince Xendorian had a choice in their union. ‘Thank you highness,” she cooed, turning her attention away from the prince, intent on showing this little brat that while she may be the foreigner here within his country, she would not allow him to treat her like anything but what she was. ’He does not deserve my affections nor shall I give him any, if he wishes me to be a loving wife than he must seek it out’ Amirah thought bitterly, letting her cyan eyes flick towards the beautiful elven man, wondering just what would be said when the formalities were through.

As her arm was collected by the king and Shira’s by the Queen Mother, Amirah once more offered a kind smile, “Twould be a lie if I did not say that I am tired from such a long journey,” and while a nap sounded divine, the princess knew that Shira would demand that she spend time with her ‘husband’. As the troupe silently walked through what seemed like a dizzying amount of corridors, Amirah admired the view as they passed by large windows that let in the natural, warm light. Her eyes glittered excitedly, she was enchanted by the beauty that surrounded her; surely she had stepped out of her world and into that of a fairytale. “Your kingdom is glorious Highness, no words known to man or Gods can aptly describe its beauty.” And while it was beautiful and the princess could feel her lungs tighten as Griffin riders so easily flew past the large windows, the golden feathers that beat the air appearing to shimmer with an otherworldly beauty, she worried that the large black steed she had been given by her father would not be taken care of as the griffins or perhaps it would be slain. Such trivial things to be concerned with...

When they came upon the library, Amriah instantly halted and admired the vast walls of books; while she knew many of them were likely in Elven tongue, she knew at some point she would retreat within its confines and find herself lost among the smell of ink and bound leather. As they continued and they were deposited within their room.The room was immaculate with warm woods were carved into statues of Elven goddess, billowing gossamer cloth that hung from the three bay windows and two adjoining doors towards where Amirah could only guess to be her personal bathing quarters and closet. “Thank you for your hospitality your highness,” Amirah stepped away from the king and curtsied low, her long platinum tresses falling over her shoulder, her eyes flicking towards the prince as he appeared to sneer in disgust, which instantly beckoned a grin to turn up the princess’ lips. “I should not wish to burden my lord with such a menial task as escorting his fiancee,” she cooed, keeping those crystalline cyan eyes practically locked onto the prince’s visage, “I will beg his royal highness if I should think of something I desire.” Nothing instantly came to mind and even if she did desire to look around the city, she did not wish to be within the prince’s company.

Two high ranking elves stayed with them, and they quickly found out their names. The first was General Odilon. This elf was in charge of all the ground forces of the elves, the Rangers. Charged with guarding the mountain passes that led to their home from all manner of beings; humans as well as orcs and goblins, even giants and magical beasts that called the mountains their home. The second elf was General Arcturus. This elf was in charge of the ranks upon ranks of Griffin Riders. The aerial assaults for which the Holy Griffin Empire was known for. Both elves were of equal rank and they only answered the the Royal Family. They both waited patiently as others were bid to unpack for the human nobles and Amirah was assigned her handmaidens. Of course she had her own, but they would depart unless they wished to stay in the land of the elves.

The first elven handmaiden that came forward was an outspoken female by the name of Sareeza. She was very coquettish and smiled demurely at the princess, and seemed to appraise Amirah in some way. Sareeza's light skin bore several tattoos along her face and chin, and her ears were pierces several times. She set about helping set up the room when another handmaiden arrived. This one was mch more quiet and demure, and her name was Gianna. She was very polite, calling Amirah "m'Lady" and her father "Sir".

The prince had taken leave with his parents, though he could be seen talking with a few of what most would consider his friends, and gesturing toward the humans. His manner and demeanor did not seem overly happy, and after several moments he stormed away, soon lost from sight. The Generals shared glances but remained as they were, waiting for Shira and his daughter to pick which they preferred as escort and where they might like to go first.

“I expected you to follow after him Amirah, you are here for one purpose child and it is not to admire beautiful things and give your husband to be the cold shoulder,” Shira hissed darkly towards his daughter, who in turn offered a snort and turned to look at the two high ranking officer; Odilon and Arcturus. Were they charged in protecting the Amirah and her father or were they simply there to spy and report back to the prince as he seemed to be fairly upset with the ’human’s presence. “Do you also expect a sheep to follow a wolf? I will not chase after someone who seems to perturbed by my very presence. Father, did you not observe how that spoiled princeling could not even bring himself to kiss my hand, how he smirked behind his hands or how-” she gestured towards the prince as he stormed off, throwing his arms up and down like a child throwing a temper tantrum, “I will not babysit some overgrown child!” She hissed through clenched teeth, though she turned when her quarters became the place to be; servants ran too and fro, unpacking and rummaging through trunks. “Amirah, it is possible you have offended your husband perhaps you should-”

The platinum haired human growled, a most unbecoming noise before she too threw down her hands in frustration, “I have done no such thing! His Lord and Ladyship seemed perfectly content with me, surely they would have said something that offended them yet their son throws a fit, I-” “Amirah!” Shira hissed, coming to loom over his daughter as he stood a looming six foot four inches compared to his daughter’s five foot three inch daughter, his hand flashing out to collect her arm and yank her roughly to attention, “I did not raise you to be a disobedient woman, you take after your mother and I will not tolerate your attitude. I would suggest you make amends or you leave from my sight.” Amirah glared, though she knew it foolish, and wrenched her arm away from the vice like grip of her father’s hand, “And I will not allow myself to be ordered around like some common servant, I-” Again she fell silent when a strange elven woman came to stand before her, her strange tattoos and multiple pierced ears had the princess raising her eyebrow quizzically. Her gaze appraised the princess and while Amirah had never ever been in a situation where she was being judged by someone lower in station then she, she instantly felt self conscious. Then came in another woman who Amirah instantly took a liking to; she was far more polite and instantly Amirah felt envious of another woman. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so and Amirah grabbed a lock of her silver tresses and twisted it between her fingers nervously.

When Amirah looked away from one of the ladies in waiting, she then looked towards the Generals who exchanged looks, which had the princess step forward towards the two and smile warmly, “Forgive me gentlemen,” she cooed, folding her arms neatly behind her, “perhaps I might trouble you both to answer me a question. Have I done something to offend my husband or perhaps I have said something to-” she paused realizing that she might say something about their prince that might offend them, “upset him? He seemed so cross with me,” though she knew damn well why he was so upset: he was spoiled and did not wish to marry her just as she did not wish to marry him. With a defeated sigh, the princess flicked her hair over her shoulder and instantly began to beam again at the two generals, again suddenly her heart hammering wildly within her ears, “Might both of you show me around, if you two are not particularly busy, I very much would like to learn what I can, what sort of wife to the prince would I be if I did not desire to learn what I could.” Eventually Amirah would commit to learning Elvish, perhaps finding a tutor to teach her the difficult language as her lazy human tongue had never learned to articulate romantic language.

If the two generals had little time, perhaps Amirah should track down the prince and ask him herself if she had done something wrong, though somewhere deep down she knew that he was simply offended by her presence and by the fact that she simply breathed. What was it that made her so offensive? While yes the Elves had practically descended from the Gods, the human race had too been made in his image, weren’t they?

To the West of the land of Erkesh lies the country of Thyssus. There many warlords roam the lands, carving out swaths of territories to rule over and seeking their fortunes. Allies are made and lost overnight to these men and some seek to solidify their claims. One such warlord is a man named Jarl. This warlord is a man known for his ferocity and ruthless manner and he often approached Shira to ask for the hand of his daughter. Every time the warlord was torn down, the nobleman of Erkesh wanting more for his daughter than to be the bedmate of such a man - for that is all she would be. When Jarl discovered that Amirah had been promised to the elves, to those if the HGE no less, he vowed his revenge. Amirah had never been his of course and yet the warlord had grown such desire in his heart that he had vowed no other man could have her. That she had been given to an elf vexed him greatly and so Jarl sought to regain her, to reclaim her.

By any means necessary.

Jarl was no fool however, and knew that no force he could muster would succeed in such an endeavor. They'd be dashed upon the clifs of that Empire like waves upon the shore. Instead he schemed and sent out word and soon his missives were answered. Jarl had sent out the call for elven mercenaries, the only ones that might be able to gain entry to the Griffin Empire unnoticed. A brother and sister team. Vanession and G'sed were reputed to take on just about any assignment - if the money is right. They had negotiated hard but had settled on a price, and they had tracked and followed the small procession from Erkesh as it had headed north. Keeping pace had been little problem for the duo and only when they reached the edges of the Empire did they slow. They knew where the caravan was headed and the need to track them had become unneeded now. Instead they had planned and schemed and offered their services. Being elves they had soon gained entry into the city of Nethinam, so named after the Royal Family, and been assigned as guards. The Griffin Empire turned away no elves and all were welcome, though the siblings would never be Riders.


The questions from the human princess were not unwarranted and General Arcturus, the more affable of the two, spoke quietly with the princess. "You have done nothing to offend, and the Lord Prince is easily upset. He has opposed this arrangement since it was proposed and the only way to win him over is to show your devotion. Unwavering and loyal. Even then it will not be easy m'Lady, and will take some time." General Odilon could only nod in agreement. The human woman was not terrible to look upon and even as they set about their work, the maiden Sareeza was sizing Amirah up. The sexual appetite of the handmaiden was quite well known and Odilon was sure that the elf maiden would try to squirm her way between Amirah's legs. In fact, the generally rapacious nature of his people might surprise the young human.

The elves were old. Ancient truly, descended from the gods themselves. This in itself lent them their great beauty, yet it also had other effects. The elves were some of the first mortals and their appetites for worldly things was without measure. Food and drink, sex and earthly substances that other races avoided - the elves sought such things out in great quantity. The elves had learned long ago that their unique genetic makeup allowed them not only to mate with about any other race or species, but to produce offspring as well. This had led to some rather strange combinations; from some very beautiful beings to what could only be described as monsters. As such the elves were very careful in some regards and in others they were quite free. Humans and other races like them were mated with and coupled with easily and often. Though now animals and magical beasts required certain precautions. Many elves preferred the company of the beasts, and even the prince himself was known to lie with his steed, though his was more related to a sphinx, sharing traits of the eagles and lions of the other griffins.... though elven traits as well, having been birthed by his own mother after a successful mating with her griffin mount. Special care had been taken to ensure her safety, some of the more bestial offspring known to devour their mother.

Arcturus smiled and said, "We can take you to see the griffins. It is usually the first place visitors request. I would suggest wearing nothing too shiny, no baubles or jewelry, as it might garner you some unwanted attention. No flowing cloth, and if you are on your human cycle of bleeding then we need to take cautionary measures." The elf spoke plainly, quite aware of human biology. Elves shared no such thing, and only ovulated during certain periods, entering a sort of state of estrus, or heat. In this cycle the female elves were insatiable and bound to copulate with any willing male of any race of species, though were able to control themselves for the most part.

"Would you like to visit the griffins?" Arcturus asked, curious. Perhaps she wanted to chase after the prince, yet doing so would gain no favor.

The fact that General Arcturus had graced the princess with an answer made the young woman smile warmly, hopeful that maybe not every elf was stuck up, snobbish or so painful to deal with. Upon hearing that she had done nothing and the prince, much like her, did not agree to this arranged marriage; at least in misery they were perfectly matched. “Devotion…”she repeated with a note of uncertainty in her voice, unable to even fathom the idea of being a ‘devoted’ wife to that spoiled, haughty pig of a prince. “I suppose I have no choice in the matter,” but she wanted to add, ’if I did, I wouldn’t have come here knowing that I was signing myself over to be a babysitter to this spoiled princeling and would have chosen to go with anyone else,’ instead she said nothing, nodding slowly.

If Amirah had known that the reason why the tattooed elven woman was sizing her up, the princess would have been completely repulsed, perhaps only a little. Amirah was the ‘desert rose’ in her kingdom and it was not entirely uncommon for the princess to have countless suitors come and visit, peasant men come to bring her gifts or even women offering to tailor her clothes because they wished the princess’ fine body to be wrapped in something that ’they had made but the princess was naive in the fact that she did not have sexual desires or rather she did not enjoy the idea that those around her desired her in such a manner. Although she knew that being married to royalty she had one mission to accomplish and that was give the prince an heir to his throne. Just the thought made her shiver with both disgust for having to give herself over to someone as foul and to the actual idea of coitus.

The princess knew that the elves were the descendants of the Gods, knew that they were graced with the beauty and near immortality but she did not know their biology, did not know that the Gods had given them the ability to procreate with just about any creature within this world and that the Queen Mother had even given birth to the Prince’s mount, she would have begged her father to take her home, she wasn’t going to have any of the debauchery that the elves partook of.

Having the General’s voice resound and pull her attention, the princess beamed and nodded, “That would be wonderful-” though that smile faded when he began to explain that she needed to change or she would garner unwanted attention, “I’ve already cause enough trouble even with my presence, I dare not wish to cause the ire of creatures I know can tear me asunder. Rest assured gentlemen, I am not on my human cycle as you state, I am within good health.” Amirah weighed her options, she knew she didn’t wish to stay cooped up within her room, nor did she have the desire to chase after the prince: she did not chase and instead was the one to be chased, the prince would come to her in due time and if he didn’t than this marriage would be simple enough.

“I would very much like to see them, but first I must change into something less-”she looked down at the forest green dress that clung to her slender form, and the glittering of the gold inlay, “flashy.” Without another word, the princess turned and made her way back into her quarters, closing the doors behind her slowly before she lifted her arms, “Ladies, please collect a new garment for me to wear, nothing flowing, nothing gaudie, nothing with gems or gold, I need something simple.” The remaining handmaidens that had remained within the room quickly rummaged through the princess’ ridiculous amount of gowns and even armor and collected a simple black tunic that cinched tightly around Amirah’s trim waist and a pair of black bloomers that had been tailored to hug the princess’ slender legs and round bottom. The human handmaidens removed the circled around her head and quickly set about unlacing the green gown, sliding it from her body with ease. Once she was freed, the tunic was pulled over her head and her ladies quickly cinched the belts around her tightly, helped the princess into her bloomers and quickly set about lacing up a pair of deer skin boots that reached the bottom of her knees.

When she had finished dressing, she pushed the doors open and stepped out and smiled towards the two Generals, “I am ready when you gentlemen are,” feeling perhaps a little bit more comfortable now that she was once more within clothes that she knew and loved.

It seemed that Shira had decided to bathe and rest, begging off accompanying his daughter everywhere. She was safe in this place and all the elves knew her as the eventual Queen. It seemed all had accepted it in their own way, save perhaps the prince himself. So Shira was accompanied to his bath, a couple of elven servants assigned to him, females of course, the hospitality of the elves unmatched.

Sareeza took in the sight of the princess, feeling a flash of heat the coiled in her belly and then dropped lower as the human was bared to them, though Gianna kept her eyes averted and her thoughts professional. Sareeza wanted nothing more than to find out how humans performed in bed, as she'd never had the experience, and her fingers brushed lightly over Amirah's skin as she helped her get dressed. Leaning into Amirah a little bit more Sareeza could smell her skin and her hair. Once Amirah had left a hand slipped gently down to cup her own sex, feeling the heat and moisture there as she watched Amirah retreat from the room. Gianna sat demurely in the corner, a blush on her cheeks at Sareeza's actions.

Outside the Generals both greeted the newly changed human woman, and moved to stand to either side of her, escorting her through the huge elven compound. As they walked Odilon, the elf in command of all the ground troops and guards of the Griffin Empire, spoke. "Once we have shown you the eyries then I can show the barracks to you. The elves there will eventually fall under your command, when you attain the throne as Queen." he informed her.

The walk to the eyries did not take long, and they had to pass by several guard stations, though finally stepped out into the high open air. One griffin at the entrance to the eyries was very cautious, but calmed quickly, recognizing the General. Arcturus smiled and introduced Amirah. "Amirah, this is my mount, Brass. Brass, this is Amirah." the General said, just as if the beast understood him, and from its reaction it seemed to, bowing down on both front legs and touching its beak, which could sever her arm cleanly, to the ground.

"See? All have heard of you." Arcturus said, and patted the huge beast. It was easily larger than a draft horse, and with its wings, likely twice as large. "You can pet him." he told her, and woould guide her hand if she was nervous. All throughout the eyrie griffins looked and many came to see her, the intelligence of the beasts quite acute, and obviously understanding both human and elven speech. Amirah was able to walk the eyrie, though it was obvious that several of the huge nests were empty as well, either through patrols or as was explained - the prince himself had taken out his steed, his unique among all others - a sphinx. Sharing traits of the lion and eagle but also elven traits. How this was accomplished was not explained.

The tour of the nests took a couple of hours and by the time they were done Odilon asked if perhaps she might like something to eat before they headed to the barracks. Or if she perhaps wanted to eat with the soldiers.

Shira had indeed disappeared into his daughter’s personal bathing chamber to be pampered and show his own affections to the elven women if they so allowed it; while the stately king was well within his late forties, early fifties, King Shira was not a bad looking man; the king wished to take advantage of the elven hospitality for as long as he could.

When each general came to stand at her side, Amirah once more beamed, looking back and wondering why she had even cared to think that all elves were to behave like the spoiled princeling who had made it painfully clear he detested humans. Her thoughts of the beautiful elven prince evaporated the moment that Odilon began to speak, and when he finished, her stomach instantly began to twist into anxious knots, “I’d like that very much, t-the meeting those within the barracks,” the thought of being the Queen to the Elves still didn’t sit right with her. Amirah, the Desert Rose, knew that she was always destined to be married off to someone she hardly knew but never would have imagined it would be to an Elven Prince. She had learned from the best the tactics of war, had learned writing, reading and politics, all things that future leader needed to know and while she did know all the basics, the thought of knowing that the Elven ground troops would fall under her command still didn’t seem real.

The remainder of the walk had been silent, Amariah had been lost in thought, still clinging to the General’s words until shadows passed over head and the sight of living griffins came into view. From beside both elven men, the silver haired princess let out an audible gasp, her mouth agape, although in a fascinated smile; she knew better than to run up to the creatures as they were meant for war but by the same token her excitement was getting the better of her, even as her heart thundered loudly in her ears. When Arcturus stepped away and began introductions, the princess once more beamed happily, “Brass? He’s beautiful, it’s nice to meet you,” she cooed softly, watching completely enraptured when the creature bowed its body low, as clear sign it knew who she was. When the offer to pet the legendary beast was offered, the princess swallowed hard and stepped forward, cautious not to spook the creature. With a shaking hand she reached out to touch the velvet soft feathers and when the general reached out to guide her hand, Amirah’s cheeks instantly went red.

She could have stayed there for hours among the griffins, completely fascinated by their beauty, their majesty and their sheer strength, but she knew she could and as the troupe walked through the eyrie, Amirah drank in as much information as she could retain. When minutes melted into hours, the princess began to wonder silently what it was like to ride such a beast. Since she was a young girl, the princess had loved riding, and had gotten into trouble a time or two when she was young as she would sneak out into the stables and sleep among her father’s horses. “Hm?” She questioned when she was offered the chance to eat, having completely forgotten that she hadn’t all day and she was famished and when the general offered to have her eat with the soldiers, she jumped at the chance, “I would be honored if I could eat with them, if they’ll have me of course.” Under normal circumstances, Shira would have forbidden his daughter from eating with those who made up his armies, but Amirah, much like her late mother had always had a soft spot for working men, especially those who readily gave their lives in the line of duty. Soldiers were the one thing that the princess adored most. She desired to make a good impression and with the thought lingering in the back of her mind that someday, when she acquired the throne, that the men within that troop would be under her command, she wished to instill in them that while yes she was their leader, she was not some celebrity that was too busy with her own agenda that she could not be seen among the men that served under her.

“I should hope,” she began, looking between both generals, “That perhaps I might also practice with the men. Archery, sword play and anything else I can have them teach me. I do wish to learn as much as I can while I live among you, perhaps more on the art of warfare. The thought of sitting stagnate within the palace is, well, unbearable.” Amirah had collected a lock of her long platinum hair from behind her shoulder and absentmindedly twirled it between her fingers again, anxious that both men would say she would be better suited wearing fine gowns and playing politician than learning the art of fighting.

King Shira did indeed take advantage of the offerings presented to him and he was glad that his daughter had left as the elven females proved to be quite noisy, though he did not mind their enthusiasm.

Odilon and Arcturus were gracious hosts and though the human woman drew looks they kept her mind occupied. The griffins themselves erased any hint of the looks she received and as she joyously accepted the invitation to eat with the men, Odilon beamed. It showed she was accepting and then as she asked to participate even, he could only accept. "As you wish, Your Highness." he agreed, and said, "We practice swordsmanship and archery as our main means of attack and defense. Doing so from horseback is also a skill we hone and you will be welcome to learn our ways." he said, as he observed her twirl her hair, a particularly human hesture and quite endearing and attracting as well. If Amirah paid any sort of attention to the elf she'd see that the way his gaze slipped over her was not entirely chaste.

The walk to the grounded barracks did not take long, Odilon showing some of the ingenuity of the elves in the way they'd carved specific paths into the mountain which allowed a quick descent but which were easily defensible by only a few soldiers. In fact, only apair of guards were at the bottom of the descent, a male and a female, who looked over Amirah with interest as she came into view. Then, not far distant, the ranks of the elves snapped to attention in formation, archers protected by sword and shield of the front rank. The curved elven blades shone softly in the light, and Odilon called for them to be at ease. The ranks of the soldiers were comprised of both males and females alike, not ascribing to the older notions some of the humans had that females were not fit to fight.

"As many of you know, this is Princess Amirah, come to us from the human lands of Erkesh! She is to be married to Prince Xendorian, and in due time will be our Queen, and your Commander. I expect you to give her the respect she is accorded and anyone found to be in violation of our laws will be punished summarily in accordance with their offense." Odilon said, his voice raised and reverberating off the walls of the chasm, the acoustics designed for this very purpose. "This will be the first meal that Princess Amirah has eaten with out people and she requested to do so with you! To break bread with the soldiers who keep her, and all of us, safe! Show her the meaning of elven hospitality! Dismissed!"

As Odilon dismissed the soldiers several came up to pay their respects, already dropping to one knee to swear their fealty to the Queen-to-Be, and others went back to their barracks to get out of the armor they wore and make themselves more presentable. Despite the promise of a meal, the next bit of time, almost an hour, was spent getting to know several of the elves, many of the rank and file coming to greet her and see her. Of course the Royal Family would often visit with the soldiers, but rarely spent time among the rank and file unless they were at war. To have the future Queen among them was quite surprising.

When finally they sat to have their meal, a whole roasted boar was brought, with bushels of boiled and roasted potatoes and a variety of vegetables and fruits, elven firewine and water. Odilon and Arcturus sat with her, and in fact, the Griffin Riders that were not on duty also had come to partake, the soldiers of the Holy Griffin Empire acting as one unit, not divided among themselves. They ate together, fought together and trained together, and bunked together. Even as Amirah and the Generals were served she could see how small groups and knots of elves banded together, the small social circles that inevitably distinguished themselves even within the larger group. It was also easy to see that each group consisted of at least one female, sometimes more.

The silence that hung between the three was enough to drive the princess to her breaking point; would they accept her offer or did they too believe that women were only good for a handful of tasks, none of which was the call to battle or a chance to defend the very city she loved? It was only when Odilon smiled warmly down at his princess that Amirah beamed herself, the mindless twisting of her hair forgotten as she loosed a soft giggle of excitement but as he began to speak again, the silver haired princess silenced and listened intently. While the princess assumed much and often times it turned around and bit her in the ass, she now assumed that both archery and swordsmanship were the common forms of attack. What she did not expect but perhaps should have was the mounted archery. The princess pondered the idea and while it made her anxious just wondering, she wasn’t about to turn down the chance to learn from the best and hone her skills. “I look forward to it,” she returned, having collected that same lock of platinum hair from over her shoulder to twirl and twist it around her finger. When all had been said and the world was felt silent again, Amirah did note how General Odilon not once turned her gaze away from her form. From the corner of her vision she watched him, observed how his gaze raked over her form in a manner that instantly set her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. Not more than a few hours ago had the handmaiden with the tattoos look at her in much the same fashion. Puzzle pieces began to snap together as she began to understand what the gaze ment; both the general and the servant girl admired her, or at the very least lusted for her flesh. The thought alone drove Amirah to gnaw at her bottom lip, her cheeks once more heated as she ponder over the foul though of coitus.

When the three began to move again and the thought that the general wished to have her to himself passed out of Amirah’s mind, she was more than a little grateful. While the princess detested the idea of sex, the fact that she desired her first time with another to be romantic, seemed a little misplaced. She had often wondered what she missed out on when she overheard her own ladies in waiting boast about their husbands or the beautiful male servants with their strong fingers and their ‘impressive girth’, Amirah had always scolded them. Mentioning that their lack of purity offended the Gods and that they should be punished; how hypocritical of her now to wonder again if she had truly missed out on the wonders that was sex.

The march to the barracks had been silent, just as the walk to the griffin stables had been silent, this giving the princess a moment to breath in the crisp air that seemed to hang solely within this country. While she did miss her home in Erkesh, there was something about the elven kingdom that gave her a sense of peace, a sense of rightness with the world. There was no other way she could describe it but she enjoyed this sensation, enjoyed the calm and the quiet, even if the quiet was fleeting and she found herself admiring the Elven ingenuity it took to carve intricate, easily guarded passageways through the mountain. Didn’t only dwarves reside within the mountains or had that been a misconception believed by only humans? As the pair approached two individuals, a man and a woman. Instantly this laid to rest any worries that the princess may still have had in her earlier ponderings, though what she stumbled upon next instantly took her breath away. As she came further down into the long hallway, a formation of elven soldiers lined the wall, decked completely within their silver plated armor, standing motionlessly at attention. Was this procession entirely for her? While she appreciated the fact that they wished to show their respect, the princess firstly wished to simply be their commander in arms instead of their leader. Just as she had been about to open her mouth and speak, to ease those standing at attention, Odilon did so in her stead and even the Amirah eased.

It was strange to stand among so many she did not know, and to have all eyes turned to her in curious fascination. It was unnerving, despite all past experience dealing with nobility and aristocracy, how all in attendance looked upon her, perhaps if she had known than she would have perhaps thought of something warm and inviting to say instead of silently quaking beneath their gazes. It was only after the silence in the room was squashed by the soft chattering of voices did the princess no longer feel the anxiety twisting her stomach into sickening knots.

As soldiers came to stand in front of her and offer up their respects, some even falling to one knee to pledge themselves to her, Amirah simply beamed and thanked them warmly. While yes a meal was promised, even the princess got too caught up within all the commotion,questions and mindless chattering she was partaking in. She desperately wished she could ask anyone how she was doing, if the soldiers felt at ease with her or if they felt somehow obligated to plead their lives to the funny round ear as she would be the wife to their prince within a few days time. She played the silent party and said nothing of her worrying, instead continued on as she did, still desiring to make those in attendance feel at ease.

When supper had been served, Amirah relished the idea that it was not all pomp and circumstance and while she continued to use her manners (for the moment), she enjoyed how everyone was so relaxed about the entire situation. For most of the meal the princess had drunk nothing but water but when she had asked for a glass of the firewine and the first drops touched her lips, she shivered and turned towards Odilon and coughed into her hand, “What in the God’s name is this?” She took another swig, almost instantly feeling her lips and nose go delightfully tingling. Was this liquor so potent that it was already affecting her? She took another sip and then another and before long her cheeks were crimson, as was her neck and the top of her bare shoulder, “This is-”She paused, looking into the cup and grin at her reflection, “amazing!” She squeaked, downing the remainder, reaching out to have her glass filled once more.

The look that passed between the Generals was quite something as Amirah threw herself into the role she had been brought here for with eagerness. The firewine was known for its potency and though elves looked frail they had their own vices and firewine was a well known alcohol and aphrodisiac. Odilon had thought to warn the princess yet refrained. In truth they did like the princess and thought she would rule well, however there were certain aspects of the elven life that were much different than that of humans. The lustful nature of the elves was a closely guarded secret and yet this human woman had come to live with them. Not only live, but rule. Her suitability in bed, especially that of the Royal Family, had to be tested. This was the task of the Generals, and the potent qualities of the firewine and their own rapacious natures would seek out the truth of this woman. Was she adept enough to please the Prince? Her fertility was never in question, as humans were notorious breeders. Their numbers soared while those of the elves lagged despite their numerous and wanton couplings.

The flushed skin of the princess begged to be touched and Odilon was the first to do so, slender but strong elven fingers caressed her shoulder as he leaned close. "Slow down my Queen, lest we be forced to carry your unconscious form back to your chambers." he said jokingly, and those long elven fingers slipped discreetly along her breast, teasing her nipple to life, and Odilon knew that by this point her belly was warm and her sex likely throbbing with want. She'd drank two cups of the firewine and it only took one. For the elves! Even as he looked around, the close camaraderie of the soldiers could be seen as the firewine took effect. It was a ritual performed three times a week, to imbibe the firewine and fall into revelry of the flesh. The smell of sex was slight, but in a small while the barracks would be full of naked flesh in an elven orgy.

"Come Amirah, Your Highness. There is a place we can go that you would love to see." Arcturus said, and helped Amirah to her feet, her limbs a bit loose. The Generals supported her as they would descend again, using those same stairs, and until they reached the base of one of the eyries. There resided a small bath house and a pool. The bath house was opulent and the Generals placed Amirah on a couch as they disrobed, their hairless bodies perfection, their phalluses hanging between their legs, uncut natural perfection as well. The elves did not descend far from the gods and it showed. "Please Amirah, you must disrobe to come and bathe." they told her, for though she had changed she had not washed at the end of her journey and the elves were curious about her form.

’Perhaps I should have eaten more, w-why is this affecting me so’ Amirah though as one of her own slender hands came to raise up and touch her lips, a drunken grin curling up the corners of her tantalizing mouth as she realized she could no longer feel her lips as they had gone numb. “How very strange” she cooed mostly to herself. It was clear that the princess was far too concerned with trying to deduce why it was she felt suddenly so drunk after only a cup and a half of the elven wine that she had failed to notice the glances the generals gave one another as even they too noted her drunken state. It was only when Odilon reached out with one of his great hands and caressed her skin did Amirah look up from her own fingers, her bright crystalline orbs hazy from the liquor. It was strange though, the moment that the general’s skin came into contact with her own, the princess felt her body ignite with some unknown fire; it had bloomed in her belly and spread to every nook and crevice of her shapely form, she could even feel an unwarranted and throbbing within her sex. “Uhuh~”Was the only response Amirah had to the generals jest, “J-ust so long as his highness does not see me, I should think it would be fine,” she finally mustered, though her speech was slurred and slow. What came next from her mouth though was not actual speech and instead was a response to the skilled digits that brushed across her nipple. For the first time, Amirah moaned. It was a soft, sweet little noise that even surprised her and when she looked up between the two men, her cheeks burned hot with both confusion and embarrassment. “I-I don’t know where that came from-”she yelped, hoping to laugh it off, although her body practically begged for more sensual contact.

As the wafting smell of sex filled Amirah’s nose, the princess raised a quizzical brow and began to look around slowly, her head spinning even as she did so. What was that strange, musky scent that filled her nostrils? It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant smell but it wasn’t exactly sweet like roses either. As she tried to pinpoint the smell, the voice of the general had her turned her head and gazing up into the face of how beautiful male. Had he always been this beautiful or was it only now while in her drunken state that she could finally observe the elves beauty. “Hmm?” She questioned at first but nodded slowly and brought herself to her feet weakly, her knees buckling as she tried to hold herself tall. She was all too thankful when Arcturus helped her and his great hands kept her upright, and their support continued even as they walked towards only god knew.

Before long, the sounds of the barracks died down and the sounds of rushing water filled the princess’ ears. With a sigh she opened her eyes again and looked around in awe; somehow the world around her had melted away and now in front of them stood a bath house, carved into the very mountains she had already come to adore. When she was placed down against the plush of a fainting couch, she watched as the generals disrobed, their clothes and armor left in a forgotten heap on the stone floor. ’I must be dreaming! I-I have to be dreaming!T-They are naked...c-completely and totally naked! her eyes widened as she watched them, their perfect forms simply begging to be touched. Upon their request, the young woman pondered whether it was alright to expose her nakedness to anyone but her husband. ’He didn’t seem the least bit interested in you, why the hell wouldn’t you want to show these two beautiful gods your naked form?! A voice bellowed within her own mind, thus making the princess shrug and quickly begin to uncinch the belts around her waist.

When the belt felt to the stone floor forgotten, the princess worked her boots off much the same way, until she finally freed herself. Swallowing hard, the princess loosened the cinching on the front of her bloomers and stepped out of them, not exactly gracefully either. She stumbled and nearly fell a few times but once she had freed herself, the tunic was easily thrown off and on to the floor. When she finally stood before both men, in nothing but what the Gods had given her at birth, she blushed and giggled softly, “You know,” she started, her hands running over her ample breasts, the smooth contour of her flat belly and the swell of her hips, “I was going to at first be asked to be bathed before I went to see the griffins but believed that perhaps it would be rude.” While the princess was nothing like the elves and was not entirely hairless, she was at least well maintained, as a small patch of silvery curls lay just above her opening, all else was smooth.

Amira was careful not to slip as she descended into the pool of water, her body begin to shiver as the water was not nearly as warm as her feverish flesh; but she was thankful none the less and sank down below the water’s surface only to come up, her long silver tresses clinging to her naked form and her creamy flesh dripping with small droplets of water.

As she managed to get out of her clothing, Odilon would help steady her if need be, and the smell of her heated and wet pussy was heavier as the clothing came off. This had an effect on the males of course and it was easy to see as their cocks began to get longer and harder, fuller and thicker. The two watched as Amirah went to the pool and they spoke quietly between them about the little tuft of hair on her mound, and how unique that was. Following her to the pool the two males joined her and swam around her, making sure she felt safe, though Odilon was the first to approach underwater and place a kiss on her tuft, tugging playfully with his teeth at the silvery hairs.

Arcturus came at her from behind, almost sidling up to her, arms slipping around her and hands pressing to her breasts, the cool water making her nipples hard, the small berry-colored peaks standing at attention, and the hands of the General brushing fingers over those nubs. The soft moan he'd heard earlier, up with the soldiers, had fired something in him and the heated length of his prick pressed at her ass, feeling like a branding iron under the cool water. "Princess..." he whispered into her ear, and his lips closed expertly on her lobe and sucked softly as his fingers flicked her nipples.

Odilon came up for air, though a hand stayed below to tease along her virginal slit as his lips met hers and he kissed her, unashamed as he pressed close to her, his own cock prodding her thigh and his free hand taking her by the wrist to guide her hand to his length. "You are so beautiful." Arcturus whispered to her and his tongue traced the shell of her ear and then slipped into it, his breath hot on her skin. Then Odilon was gone and dipping below the surface and Amirah would feel something soft and warm along her nether lips, pressing between them and into her heated pink.

By no means was it a simple task or one that Amirah had enjoyed as she had stripped herself naked and had to use the general’s as lean tos to steady the spinning world that she seemed to have been taken to because of the firewine. Was the Elven wine so much more potent that two glasses had gotten her drunk? Amirah had been lost in her thoughts, drunken wondering until her body was ignited anew with a sensation that had her sweet lover’s song being belted into the high ceilinged bathing chamber. Colors ignited behind her eyes as the nest of curls was tugged on playfully; what was he doing to her?

She had only but a moment to open her mouth and speak but her words were washed away like blood upon sand as Arcturus pressed his hard form against her back, his warmth melting into her skin, causing the tight peeks of her nipples to throb in painful attention. ’T-This is wrong but by the Gods I don’t wish for it to stop,’ she thought, shivering against the chiseled form of her general, having to draw in her bottom lip as those same skilled digits brushed across throbbing tips and she turned to give the general a side long look. When his voice caressed her ear and was nothing above a whisper, that same moan eased from her lips.

Never before had she felt so much joy as she did when feverish lips closed around her ear and her sweet lover’s song once more filled the air with its melodic tune. ’More, I n-need more’ she thought, her body aching, her virginal cunt dripping sweet virgin nectar.

As the second General finally surfaced, though his hands stayed betwixt her lips, Amirah looked towards Odilon, a question burning within her eyes before it too was extinguished as his lips sealed against her own. This evening had been a first for Amirah: the feeling of being pleasantly drunk, the feeling of a man pressing his naked form against her back all while his manhood practically seared her backside with his heat, the list was endless and yet it appeared that there was no end in sight. The princess snapped back into reality, having slipped foolishly beneath the murky waves of her own pleasure, when her hands was guided towards Odilon’s throbbing cock. What was she suppose to do?! She had never before touched a man, nor had she tasted one’s lips and yet now, as she was pleasantly sandwiched between two of the most powerful elven men she had come to know, they demanded she know what to do.

Thankfully instinct took over and the princess’ delicate fingers wrapped around her general’s hammering length as she carefully stroked the smooth skin. Having broken the kiss at the sound of Arcturus’ voice, Amirah had opened her mouth to thank him but cried out pleasantly when his tongue lapped at the sensitive skin, collecting droplets of sweet water from her flesh.

It wasn’t until the princess noted that her hand was painfully empty and that the leader of the ground troops had once more disappeared the surface of the crystal clear water and feel his mouth press against her sex did she understand why he had vanished. The sensation of his tongue teasing her sex, coaxing her to spread her thighs and allow him further entry made Amirah’s head spin. Another sweet, quaking cry erupted from her lips. A shivering hand took purchase within Odilon’s dark tresses, even as he parted her lips and lapped up her virginal honey, “M-More, I-I n-need m-more,” she stammered, all inhibitions washed away as pleasure coursed through her blood like poison, “S-so good,” she slurred, her world still a spinning merry-go-round.

Arcturus and Odilon were both old, at least in the ways that humans measured time, several centuries under their belts and quite experienced lovers, and each had heard stories of human women, though never laid with one. Arcturus' hands moved expertly over her sensitive breasts, tugging and tweaking her nipples in gentle almost loving ways to bring forth pleasure for her. Down below Odilon could barely taste her truly, the water diluting everything and he sorely wanted to bring her to shuddering boneless pleasure. To that effect he surfaced and breathlessly said, "Let us take this to the pool house." and he left no room for argument, pulling Arcturus and Amirah along, soon exiting the water and finding a lovely chais for them to use. Odilon easily lifted Amirah and two words left his lips, "My Queen." Laying her on her back, Odilon slipped his wet slick body down along hers, his hands pushing apart her knees to reveal her small pink sex, the tufy of platinum hair calling to him as surely as any beacon and Odilon buried his face between her legs, his mouth kissing and nuzzling along her wet skin. Her inner thighs were massaged and rubbed, firm movements from her knees inward and down to her sex, forcing bloodflow to flood her already aroused womanhood, the hue turning from a deep pinkish hue to an almost red color as her sex became swollen, labia widening out slightly and her clit hardening to a little nub as her body prepared to be entered by a man.

Arcturus remained as he was, almost laying beneath her, Amirah's body propped up on his so she was in a more seated position as he reclined, his half erect penis within reach of her hand and begging to be touched, though he never voiced the desire. She was his Princess and would do as she wished. In the meantime his hands moved over her breasts, the soft flesh giving way and swaying softly under his touch, though her nipples were stiff peaks and sensitive to the touch, especially out of the cold water and into the warmer air. Odilon allowed his tongue to press between her nether lips, tasting her truly for the first time, and marveling at her taste. She was a bit heavier than an elven woman, earthy and salty, and he found it utterly intoxicating. His slender elven tongue teased along her folds and found her hot core, prodding at her entrance. Fingers found purchase on slick skin and it only took a moment for Odilon to raise his head in alarm.

Princess Amirah was virginal!

Whispered elven words were exchanged and the two elves decided that their objective, their assignment, still had to be fulfilled. The Princess was a blank slate, and empty canvas, and she was utterly malleable and moldable. Odilon was loathe to take her maidensblood manually, and his fingers merely teased her entrance and concentrated on her swollen pulsing clit, and his lips closed around it as he applied suction, moaning softly at the taste of her and those vibrations teasing her further. Arcturus shifted upward, long arms allowing him to keep one hand upon her chest, though now his partially erect elfhood was oozing bright glistening precum onto her shoulder. His fee hand turned Amirah's head, placing her face to face with that veined shaft, the head a deep reddish color and shining softly in the torchlight.

The two elves could probably read her body language better than Amirah could, whether it was a cause of her inexperience or due to the firewine, even the princess couldn’t tell but at this juncture it didn’t matter because all coherent thought left her mind the moment that Arcturus tweaked and twisted her nipple gently, enough to cause her body to buck with excitement. She was going to lose it soon, there was this strange sensation welling up within her sex that she could simply describe as pressure. It confounded her, it shook her to her very core, it scared her but yet it was addictive. When the pleasure was taken away from her so abruptly and she was left gasping against Arcturus, her eyes were practically pleading Odilon to continue whatever it was he was doing with his mouth. His declaration made Amirah blink confused but she quickly followed, not quite sure what the ‘pool house’ was. Just so long as her two lovers continued their assault on her body, she’d be happy.

Within her drunken state, her body was lifted and placed down and the sound of Odilon whispering ‘my queen’ was enough to tear another sweet moan from Amirah’s parted lips. She watched her soaked lover, water dripping off of him in rivets and splattering against her feverish skin, the princess arched and leaned into the hovering form as hands gripped her knees and parted them slowly. He was meticulous as his lips drag down along her thigh, as did his hands; Amirah could feel the blood pooling in her sex and she shivered at the rush.

Beside her the thick cock of Arcturus throbbed and jumped with life, begging the princess to reach out and touch him: how could she resist him when he had given her the first taste of her sex. With a quivering hand, much as she had when she had reached out to the griffin, Amirah was careful as she curled her fingers in on themselves and she began to slowly pump her palm up and down the General’s length. His affection did not stop just because they had moved, instead they seemed to continue where they had last left off; massaging her breasts and forcing her to split her attention.

When the sensation of Odilon pressed his tongue against her nether lips, finally tasting her to her full extent, Amirah once more arched and cried out sweetly. She wanted nothing more than to have one, if not both of the males to enter her. She had thrown caution to the wind after she had swallowed her first mouthful of the firewine but when he stopped once more and she looked down at him from between her legs, she wondered silently what it was that had caused his face to show a mask of alarm.

Was she abnormal? Did she smell? Or worse, had he found her sex completely unappealing as her soon to be husband probably already thought of her person. Both generals began to speak in a hushed whisper in their native tongue and Amirah looked between the two. What in the world were they discussing? Even though she was drunk and her mind spun with dizzying desire, she knew that they spoke amongst themselves about her, but what about her? Whatever they had been discussed was decided upon shortly, as the general between her thighs began to instead work his fingers carefully in and out of her sex. His fingers teased the entrance but it soon found a different location to tease and it threw the princess into a fit of pleasure. All over her body her skin tightened into goosebumps and her body writhed beneath the skilled digits, when his mouth was added to the mix and his sealed around her clit she cried out loudly. “A-Awwhh! B-By the G-Gods y-yes! I-I’m g-going to-” she didn’t know what she was going to do, didn’t know the word but knew that it was going to be glorious and it would be the beginning of her end.

But just as she had been about to lose herself to her first orgasm, her face was turned towards the pulsing, oozing phallus that belonged to Arcturus. The princess did not hesitate and immediately opened her mouth and welcomed his flesh into her mouth hungrily. What was she doing? She had no idea but all she knew is if Odilon had drawn such pleasure from her with his mouth than she surely she could do the same!

She was mindful of her teeth, careful not to let them graze the tight flesh of the throbbing length but made sure to implement her tongue, which lapped up the strange, salty sweet precum and leaked from the tip. Was this him finishing or…? There was so much she did not understand but it was something she intended to learn.

There was a hiss of pleasure from Arcturus as Amirah's unskilled but eager mouth took in the swollen head of his cock, and the General let her do as she pleased, letting her body react how nature demanded, wanting to see how she handled things without truly thinking about them. It was clear that the young human woman was eager, though that might be because of the firewine. It didn't matter though, and her body reacted as it should, her honeyed nectar flowing freely between her legs and in truth pooling under her shapely ass. It might have embarrassed her had she been aware, but it lubed her asshole as well, her sex swollen and begging for entry as Odilon gave it attention. The General wiped his mouth as he came up, his mouth then latching gently onto one breast, her small pink nipple tight and hard as he pulled it into his mouth, catching her gaze briefly as he swirled his tongue around and over the sensitive flesh before he dropped his gaze and sucked lightly on her nipple. His hand moved to her other, feeling the soft weight of the globe and how hard and tight her breasts were. Amirah was not overly chesty, but her breasts were larger than most elves and very round and firm.

Arcturus watched intently, gauging the performance of the princess in her untrained and natural state, her cheeks sucked in as her tongue tried to massage his cock, and she did good to keep her teeth at bay. "Very good princess." he praised her and only then did his hips move, sliding in and out of her mouth only a few inches, and letting her lips massage the ridged head of his cock, his foreskin pulled back in his arousal, and his hand grabbed his own shaft to pull back, letting her work the smooth velvet head, making it shine with her spittle. Odilon had left her sex alone on purpose, letting her come down from her high, though after a moment of working her breasts he trailed kisses down her form and once more kissed the platinum hair at the apex of her thighs. The slender but athletic forms of the elves complemented her own and Odilon lifted her legs and spread them, letting the backs of her thighs rest on his shoulders as he adjusted and lifted her ass from the chais, and his tongue swirled around her small star-puckered hole, licking and prodding at that hole, cleaning it of her honey before traveling upward to prod at her virginal entrance. The sharp elven features of Odilon's face worked in his favor, his nose pressing softly at her swollen and hard clit as his tongue laved her entrance, dipping briefly into her as his breath washed over her pussy in short bursts.

Not wanting to put a crick in her neck Arcturus shifted and practically straddled her face, looking down his frame and into her eyes with a kind and warm smile. Not only did her mouth feel good, her lush lips wrapped around his elven cock, but how often did one get such wonderful treatment from a princess? Of course Arcturus had laid with the current Queen, and yet this somehow seemed different despite the fact that they had been given this very assignment. "Oh my princess...." he breathed to her and ran his long slender fingers through her platinum tresses, massaging her scalp as he gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth. "Let us test your limits." he told her softly, and pressed his hips forward, soon feeling resistance as her throat canal was barely penetrated and Amirah started to gag. Little tears formed in her eyes and Arcturus held himself there, cutting off the air of the woman though it was not in a harsh way, and little 'guh' sounds came from her throat as she tried to grab air, swallowing over and over, the squeezing suction action feeling so good to the sensitive head of his cock. Finally he pulled back, Amirah's face several shades redder than it was.

Amirah looked up through the drunken haze as she drew Arcturus eagerly into her mouth and when she heard a sound that she’s never heard from any man. It was a noise that the moment that the sweet sound caressed her ears the silver haired princess writhed and moaned around the throbbing member against her tongue. From the corner of her vision she watched the second general who had buried his tongue within her sex so expertly, slowly raise from betwixt her thighs and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand; silently she wondered if he had enjoyed his little meal? As she realized where her own thoughts had wandered, Amirah’s cheeks instantly flushed with crimson blush: how could she think such a lewd, raunchy thoughts? However when General Odilon sealed his lips around her throbbing peak and suckled gently, the princess once more moaned around Arcturus’ cock in sweet pleasure. While yes it felt amazing, it was nothing comparatively to when that skilled tongue of his lapped at her clit, or when his lips hungrily drew her pleasure button between his teeth, sending her deeper into the loving embrace of a fast approaching orgasm. As warm eyes met her own gaze, Amirah mirrored the desire and the pleasure that he wrought from her, it flicked like skittering light across a pool of disturbed water, flashing so brilliantly that it threatened to blind on looker.

Those wild, frantic thoughts of pleasure were forced from her mind when the male above her spoke in a husky tone, a simple praise that had Amirah still carefully bobbing her head up and down his heated shaft. When he began to thrust into her mouth of his own accord she whined and arched her back, forcing her throbbing nipples further into the clutches of Odilon’s loving tongue. Oh by the Gods how it flicked and teased the peak, driving the princess crazy, driving her to the point of where she almost dislodged her mouth and spoke a breathy request. Again her attention was reverted back to the elf who had captivated her attention with his tongue as he left a feverish trail of kisses from one breast, down past the swell of her ribs and valleys of her hips to the apex of her thighs. But instead of keeping her simply pressed down where she lay beneath them, Odilon with his tightly corded muscles beneath flawless pale flesh lifted her thighs and legs up and over his shoulders with ease, now the only things touching the chais were her shoulders. She had expected his tongue lave affections unto her clit again but instead he sought out a different prize, a prize that instantly made her shiver and withdraw the throbbing cock of his comrade in arms; his tongue swirled around the tight, untouched hole of her ass. It was a strange feeling, even as warmth flooded her belly and dripped down into her chest and cheeks as he licked, the princess began to once more sing her sweet song. The sensation lasted but a fleeting moment it felt until that same devilish tongue was once more lapping at her soaked sex. “S-Soo g-good!”She stammered breathlessly, quickly returning Arcturus’ length to her mouth, having felt the need to vocalize her complete satisfaction with the Generals loving affection to her untainted womanly for.

It was only when her second general moved to hover over her, his cock now practically hovering over her. From below him, Princess Amriah looked up, her breath coming out in raspy gasps of both anticipation and complete pleasure as the electrifying sensation of having her pussy consumed was beginning to cloud her mind once more with the unknown need to orgasm. What she could see of him was the soft, warm smile that he offered her, a smile that instantly made her already thundering heart skip a few beats before it resumed it steady hammering. As he breathed his words, words that under normal circumstances were just words, but now spoke with his breathy tone, another shiver coursed through her already quaking body, reminding her that she now needed the feeling of being entered. As his hands came to trifle through her hair, massaging her scalp and easing her into her next ‘test’, she quirked an eyebrow even as he said he wished to test her limits: What in heaven’s name did he mean? Her question was answered by his actions when the cock she had withdrawn from her parted lips reentered and pushed practically to the back of her throat, cutting off her supply of sweet oxygen. At first it was surprising and the princess once more shivered, she could feel her own throat clamping around the intruder, trying to expel him as her gag reflex kicked in and she began to gag around him. Tears did indeed begin to form in her eyes but it was only after he released her that she felt the warmth that had started somewhere deep within her walls release into a torrent of warm pleasure. She turned her head away and cried out blissfully, her first orgasm achieved by the sweet electric shocks that ran through her body each time Odilon’s nose brushed her clit and from the sensation of being completely powerless as Arcturus’ thick shaft was forced down her throat. Both beneath one general and against the other, her body stiffened and small quivering hands came to tightly grip the general’s naked thigh, small rounded nails biting into flesh as she came. She wailed and whimpered, clenched her teeth and finally sighed breathlessly as her first orgasm came and went. This was her first and now that she knew that such pleasure could be bestowed upon her human flesh she hungered for another.

“A-Again,” she gasped, her lungs greedily drawing in fresh air, the tears that had welled up in her tempest blue orbs now spilling down her cheeks as she begged like a common whore for both another orgasm and the sweet sensation of choking on elven prick.

Princess Amirah. Wanton whore. Seemed they were one and the same, and by the estimation of the Generals so far? A fitting Queen for the Holy Griffin Empire. The small human woman moaned on cock, writhed on tongue and her orgasm crashed through her and broke down any barriers that might have impeded their most thorough testing of her. Arcturus slid back into her mouth once more, that warm wet cavern fed thick inches until he felt the back of her throat, though several inches remained outside of the loving wrap of her lips and Arcturus pressed his hips forward, his keen elven senses knowing she was deprived of air, the hammering of her heart in her chest as she fought rising arousal and panic at the same time a staccato keeper of time as he gazed into her eyes, brimming with tears.

Below Odilon had lapped up her nectar as her virginal cunt gushed her sweet girl cum and his lips latched onto her swollen and hyper-sensitive clit, sending tendrils of pleasure and a little pain through her. She was ready and Odilon sucked momentarily before he settled between her legs and rubbed the swollen head of his elven cock along her human cunt, watching how her pale lipe, engorged with arousal, parted for him. Sticky tendrils of her juices slicked his elven prick and the General moaned as that swollen mushroom head pressed between her lips and into her heated folds. They were all too eager to accommodate and that first sweet stretch of her tight hole was heavenly. Odilon did not press into her, not yet, but instead teased her hole with his cock. No more than that thick ridged head would press into her, not even enough to bring her maidensblood just yet, but enough to give her an idea of what she was in for, and Odilon wanted to take his time, break her in right.

Arcturus held his cock in her throat, cutting off her air, and once more reveling in the sensations her oxygen-deprived throat gave to him as her body tried to collect air, her face red and veins popping out in her neck as she closed upon the cusp of unconsciousness. Arcturus pulled back, letting her lungs fill with sweet oxygen and he watched her, simply rubbing the underside of his cock along her lips before shifting foward a bit. The anatomy of elves was similar and yet different than humans. The only hair they sported was upon their crowns, and the rest of their bodies were smooth and hairless, and so it was those hairless and smooth testicles of the General caressed her lips.

Odilon slapped his cock upon her ready and waiting cunt, her labia spread a bit as her natural arousal gave her a wide-on in anticipation of cock... and Odilon had no intention of denying it to her. Seeing her mouth occupied by Arcturus' balls, Odilon decided now was the time and though part of him desperately wanted to fill her slowly, the tearing her her maidenhead was best done quickly. So with a steady sure rhythm and a forceful thrust, Odilon filled Princess Amirah with his cock. He could feel the resistance and then the give of her hymen, and a searing warmth could be felt and he saw her virgin's blood on his shaft and he stayed buried in her, not quite balls deep, but enough to allow her body to adjust to this first invasion of his elven cock. "Oh my Princess... my Queen..." Odilon murmured, unsure if she could hear even as Arcturus' cock rested on her face, smothering her with his rod, suffusing her with his scent. Odilon then set a slow pace, sliding in and out of her almost impossibly tight pussy, her sheath wet with her arousal and her blood, while Arcturus mirrored the same above, his cock sliding messily over her face as he moved up a bit and forced her to tongue his taint and then his asshole. "That's my Queen. You will learn our ways." Arcturus moaned.

What did these two creatures of eternity think of the princess now that she had left her clothes in a piled heep, forgotten within the next room, her body beneath them quiver, shaking, aching for another earth shattering orgasm like moments ago? Was she still suited to be their queen? Or had her status been dropped because she displayed her inner whore, that secret temptress that had been locked away because she was thought as sinful, as wicked and as something a princess should not posses? Those ageless eyes the eldar possessed said nothing to Amirah even as she swallowed mouthfuls of sweet oxygen greedily. When that fine elven cock was slid back into her wanton cavern and she tasted him again, she sighed softly until the sweet gift of air was denied to her again and she was once more choking on the swollen flesh that occupied her cavern. It terrified her yet in so many ways it ignited in her that same coiling feeling, that same pinching within her sex, that rush of blood that signified the tidal wave of orgasm. While she desired nothing more than to keep her gaze locked upon the handsome visage of Arcturus she knew she couldn’t as her world began to spin in dizzying colors within her vision.

While her head may have been spinning like a top, her body knew how to respond, how to react to the sweet affections that were occupying her nethers. As Odilon finished lapping up her sweet honey she had so freely given him, he returned that wicked mouth to her engorged and sensitive clit where more of that sweet, tremor inducing shivers coursed through her body; that sweet, shapely form of hers bucking and twitching in silent thanks. Even within the dizzying state of blacking unconsciousness she felt her entrance being probed, being teased open by the proverbial key to her keyhole, and by the gods did it feel fantastic! Her body ached and burned with the desire to have a man enter her! For eighteen years she had been told it was wrong, it was perverse and it was a sin to lay with anyone but her husband but she wondered: how could something so condemned feel so goood? She did not care as her wanton desires overtook her and she reveled in her pleasure. Yet she knew that when Arcturus entered her and he did not press forward that he did not take her maidenhood, not quite yet anyway. This puzzled her.

However when her well endowed lover withdrew his cock from his lover’s throat, allowing her to gasp for air and the world came back into painful focus, she was grateful, her body now slack against where she lay but even as she gasped for air she laid little kisses along the shaft that rubbed against her cheek so provocatively. Even as she showed her gratitude to the General she silently envied them; it appeared that their bodies were smooth, hairless unlike her own which required constant grooming and attention or it threatened to ‘reclaim’ ground. It was within her silent pondering when Arcturus brushed his smooth testicles across her lips did she shutter and realize what he desired of her. Much like his cock the princess knew she needed to be careful, to be mindful of hurting him or being too rough, too eager, so she leaned up onto her elbows and dragged her tongue across the wrinkled flesh, tasting the sweet earthy taste of his flesh.

What transpired next was a pain so intense that the princess cried out in pain, her body ached and arched upward and her nails dug into whatever was within reach. It felt as if she was being split in two and as if someone had forced a branding iron up into her sex. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she fought the urge to sob. Upon hearing his voice so lovingly coo to her through her searing pain, she looked up to the only face she could see and her eyes broadcast the pain that wrecked her body. Did she wish to stop, now that she was no longer pure and her hymen had been broken by someone other than her husband? What would he think of her once they were married and they attempted to conceive and heir? Past teachings from her own father told her that her husband to be would be cross with her and would give him the right if he so wished to have her beaten until he was satisfied or branded with a mark of shame. All worry evaporated as throbbing pain reminded her that her body had been ‘ruined’ by another, but within the pain, pleasure was mixed, flooding her body with that sweetest of sensations.

Arcturus acted as a fine distraction from the pain as his body slid further up onto her face and intrinsically her tongue ran along the smooth skin of his taint and then over the puckered skin of his ass. It was strange, did women within this realm truly do this to their men or did these elves much prefer the touch of another man? There were so many unanswered questions Amirah had but none she would vocalize until she had come to her senses first and she was no longer within the throes of passion

The hiss of pleasure that Arcturus emitted when Amirah's tongued laved his asshole was deep and heated and the elfe arched his back and despite himself precum dripped from his throbbing phallus into her platinum hair as his cock swelled and his pleasure grew. Her tongue swirled around that puckered hole and a moan escaped him again and his legs splayed wide to give her access, his hands moving back to spread his own cheeks for her, his well-muscled and toned ass quivering at this attention. The hips of the elf moved, sliding his asshole over her tongue and and he threw his head back and finally moved his his back to slide his cock into her mouth. The Princess was going to be easy to train, easy to mold, and Arcturus idly thought that next time he would bring his griffin, Brass, to cavort with the Princess. The beast would certainly appreciate her.

Odilon began to move, sliding in and out of Amirah's newly impaled cunt, only a few inches at a time, but setting a slow steady pace to allow her pain to recede and pleasure to take it's place. Elven women hardly knw pain from such things, their own natural lubrications turning pain to pleasure, and thus many sought more and more dangerous and sizable partners. This woman though, being human, was different, and Odilon found himself wanting to give her the same deep pleasure that elven women experienced. To that end he slid a hand down along her sexthumb and middle finger spreading her soft labia, revealing that swollen pink button that he then rubbed and flicked with his forefinger as his cock penetrated her deep. The way she was stretched around him was delicious and he pressed into her core as afr as he could, feeling the resistance from her womb, hitting that sweet spot inside of her again and again as he toyed with her most sensitive of places. That her tongue licked and lapped at Arcturus' puckered hole only made the impalement of her quim all the more lovely, and as Arcturus pulled back a bit and once more filled her mouth with elven cock, Odilon pulled out of her nearly virginal human cunt and delicately wiped her maidensblood from his prick, collected on a small cloth that he tossed where his clothing was. There were many ways to use virgin's blood, and it was a rare thing in the elven lands.

Rubbing his length along her slit he once again marveled at how her lips parted for him, seemed to wrap about his slick shaft like a lover, and Odilon did realize that was what she was. A lover. Even if they never fucked again, he'd taken the virginity of their Queen, and it could never be replaced. With that though he once more sunk himself into her, as deeply as he could, and started to pump in and out of her, hoping that her body's natural desire would take over and the soft slap of flesh on flesh could be heard in the small pool-house.

Even as Odilon began to fuck the princess in earnest, so too did Arcturus, burying that thick elven phallus in her throat so that two of her three orifices were plugged with elven cock. Arcturus pressed forward, feeling her throat stretch around him, seeing her throat bulge slightly from the invasion, and he grunted in effort until his balls rested on her chin and her nose was pressed into the smooth mons above his shaft, pressed into it and bent a little to the side, such was the pressure with which he clogged her throat. "You're going to cum again my Queen, before I remove this cock from your mouth." he said to her quietly, but with utter confidence.