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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

She found herself taking in deep breaths, while also keeping her pace, so close to the edge that she could feel it and wanted it so much, his arms holding her close to his body, almost as though they were one. Then again in her mind they were, or so she hoped. Although she was petite she was still so strong and beautiful, a lovely young woman that was enjoying the pleasure of her new lover, taking in all he had to offer and giving back just as much.

She came and as she did it was more powerful this time than any other, but she was not sure why or how, maybe because of the new rings, her new piercing, or his words to her that freed her and yet made her bind herself to him, all of it contributed to the pleasure that now washed over her, making her moan loudly as she came all over his member, stopping as soon as he held her hips with his hands, remaining still for him while she panted for air, gazing up at him, feeling the kiss on her nose she gave a soft giggle and nodded.

“I was not planning on taking it with me, but sometimes I guess I don’t know my own strength.” She told him before teasing a little, “Did I wear you out lover?” She asked playfully, showing she was a little exhausted, but could easily keep going, her stamina being amazing, even after such an action with him, of course she was merely kidding and playing around with him a little, leaning against him to catch her breath, her naked body pressed to his as her hand came up slowly to caress his cheek.
 
Her touch was different this time. Her hands came easily to his flesh. Searing him with her finger tips to his cheek. This moment as they entwined there was no other for him. A full measure of her filled him in ways he had been empty before.

Exhausting him?

"Never lusty wench!" He laughed.

He turn his head and kissed her hand. His eyes warm as he sought the depth of her in her eyes, "We've frightened the horse from the paddock and goose bumps have sprung up on your flesh. "

His arms at her back to warm her body as she warmed his heart, "Come and let us go in the house where the fire warms. There are long shirts and blankets that wait for you. If your ready."
 
She could not contain a giggle as he spoke as highly as he did of himself, finding it rather cute in a way. When he kissed her hand she brushed it against his cheek once more and nodded, taking the shirt that he had given her before and slipping it over herself just incase there were any people around listening and possibly happen to see them, and she did not want to be seen like that again by his people, still feeling the feeling of humiliation as she had shown them her broken body.

Getting up off of him she nodded and waited for him to lead the way, cum pouring out of her as she stood there, blushing so brightly, “Maybe we could wash up?” She asked, since they were infact both dirty from laying in the hay of the barn and she had juices and cum running down her inner thigh, some even dripping to the ground. She waited for him next to the barn door, seeing how long it would take for him to regain his balance and be able to get up from the ground.

Something was bothering her though, and as she looked at Adan a name came to mind, Ridos, he had escaped and probably knew Adan was no ogre, or orc, and if he knew he might have followed them, making her wonder if he could be watching at that very moment, and maybe plotting to take her again, and enslave her. The thought frightened her as she looked to Adan, not wanting to be taken from him, and she did not want to see him get killed by Ridos, so a little worry was on her mind, “Ridos, his name is Ridos, please tell your lord that so he may watch out for him, I can give a description that will distinguish one drow from another, and I am not doing this for your lord, I care nothing for him, I am doing this for you, and me, to hopefully keep us both safe,” She explained, hoping he would understand why she was so worried and why it was so important to her.
 
He came from the barn towards her. His feet solidly under him.

"A bath, yes," He said as he folded his arms around her. He nuzzled into her neck teasing her with his beard.

"You smell like me, awful!!" He teased and laughed.

But he hadn't forgotten so quickly her concern. Whatever her reason for telling him it was worth a ride to the Keep to inform his Lord. He knew her a few days but had come to trust her even now.

"After a bath I will go," He glanced up at the sun. "It's still early. I will be back late afternoon."

"No one will venture here today," He assured her. "Visitors might stop by tomorrow but they usually wait for three days before coming round. You'll be safe here alone."

"First the bath," He kissed her once more. Hungry and long. A promise of his love for all times.

"I'll fetch water from the well, if you will stir the fire," He requested. "You can speak of this Ridos as we bath."
 
Smiling she leaned into him, feeling his beard she smirked and shook her head, “I think someone if getting a little like a mountain man.” She teased, not minding it, but she liked men shaved, atleast until children were born, then it added that father look, but elves never grew beards, and like her she never grew hair anywhere other than her head, eyelashes, and eyebrows, the rest of her was completely bare.

She nodded slowly but still felt unease about being left there alone, looking to him she bit her lip, “I know your kind don’t like me, but if I could go with you, or if you could have someone here to watch over me, I would feel much better.” She said softly, knowing it was a strange request, but she was not yet trusting of his people.

Kissing him back she smiled, showing the same affection, not as hungry and powerful, but still very full of love and passion for him. She began to walk to the house as he went to get the water, carefully stirring the fire to get it going again, adding another log to it, and making it nice and warm, as well as lighting up the room a little more.
 
Her kisses lingering on his lips as he watched her walk towards the house. Her hips gently swaying. He wasn't one prone to making hasty decisions. He walked to the well and drew up two buckets full. He walked to the house thinking. He'd already made up his mind.

He shut the door as he spoke. "Together. We'll go tomorrow."

He did not want to be separated from her again. He wanted this woman to be his and he meant to keep her in his arms so she did not fall into others. He brought the buckets to the fire. The hook in his hand. He pulled the caldron out and pours both buckets in it slowly. The big black caldron was heavier to push in. He turned to her.

"Soon a bath," HE said with an evil grin. His arms open as he came to her to tease her. "And now come pay your due to the mountain man! ARGGHHH!!"
 
As she was him coming in she looked to see him pouring the water into the cauldron shaking her head as she sighed, “You are going to have to get use to me being able to use power to help things around here, such as heating up the water, it would be much faster, and would remain warm while I am in it, and I was hoping I may be able to grow some food outside the house? So you do not have to go too far for it, I can easily manage a garden here, for you and I.” She said, trying to think of things for her to do to feel less lazy and more active, something to keep her from getting bored, and even depressed, needing something to do.

Something she wanted to do was bring a little of her home to her, knowing she could make some fruit trees of her home here as well as many other things using magic and it would not effect her in any way at all, and being rare, it would bring out a profit for the two of them, since she wanted to try and be just as useful as him, not wanting him to be forced to do all the work, or as human males tend to do ‘bring home the bread’ since she was completely capable of helping out.

Hearing him she giggled shaking her head backing away, “Pay my due? And what due would the mountain man ask that I have already not given?” She asked softly, a sly look in her eyes, knowing she could tease him right back. But she just kept her distance, playing a game of hard to get with him.
 
His gate shambling as he lurch awkwardly toward her. He couldn't stop laughing as he began to chase her around the kitchen. The joy in the room filled the house.

The one thing that had always been missing from the place. The one thing that kept him away rather than bound to it. Now SHE was here. Now the house became a home.

He could deny her nothing for she kept his heart. There would be no other for him.

His hands swinging wildly, as he pretended to be the mean evil monster after her. His voice teasing with laughter as he stood on the other side of the table grinning foolishly. "Fee Fie Foe!! Run away Wench!! Or I shall eat you!!"
 
Watching him she was a little surprised at his funny little outburst of energy, but played along, having fun with it as she tried to keep her distance, using the table as a way to keep him from her giggling harder as he tried to pretend to be a giant, although he was tall he was no giant, she had seen them herself. Hearing him she found his words to be so funny coming from him.

She had always have people in her home, but even with servants and pets it had felt empty to her, knowing what it was she was missing each time, but now she felt happy and completed with him, wanting to stay with him, but also have him come to her estate in her lands so he could see her people as more than just frightening monsters, knowing he did not see her that way, but their kinds were very different in culture, and such.
 
Her laughter infectious. He laughed and tried to lunge for her, half heartedly. Anything to get her to dance around the table. Anything to chase her playfully so he could finally hold her in his arms and kiss her deeply.

If this was love he wished to die of it. If this were some enchantment than let the spell be set without reversal. If this were passing then let it pass with his last breath, gray and tired after many years of chasing her around their kitchen table.

A man would wish for more and still be empty. He knew that life and chose her and fulfillment instead. The merry chase was on.

He found a way to catch her in a corner. Towering over her. Bullying up to his full height. His eyes soft meeting hers. He sank to his knees inches from her. Kissed her breasts and smiled up as his hands went around her. His voice soft with emotion.

"Forgive me," He asked, "Your magic is unknown to me. Tell me and I will lend where I may so that you can use it at your will. Especially the bath. Can you really conjure that here?"
 
Finding herself cornered she looked up at him with blushing cheeks, leaning against the wall as he towered over her, a sweet look in her eyes. She looked at him as he lowered himself and spoke, nodding slowly, “I can tell you more if you like.” She said softly, “The elements is what I can control, but I have to have a source, such as already a kindling fire to be able to use it, same with water, wind, and earth, even the plants. I could even go as far as to make a tub from the earth or plants, enchant it to constantly refill itself and keep the water warm and always clean, or warm the water in the caldron. I can also grow plants, and depending on how much is wanted I could form a whole orchard of plants with a few seeds, as well as anything that I know of, like things in my homeland, I can grow them with just the image in my head, I could easily grow plenty for you and I, and maybe children in the future.” She said softly, hinting at something she wanted, but something else was eating at her.

“Adan, if I could possibly manage to let you live as long as me, would you want to?” She asked, looking at him, so serious, but wanting more than just a few years with him, knowing she would outlive him, “I… I could connect you to me, and you would live just as long as me, aging the same as my people… if you would want that, not now, but think about it, it would give you more time with myself, and little ones later.” She told him softly. She moved over to the water to warm it much faster, making it ready almost right away. “There, it should be ready.” She told him sweetly.
 
Her knowledge and her offer. She gave to him freely. She called him by his name. And from somewhere deep inside him she touched a place vacant and filled it with the joy Adan found with her.

She moved to the fire as he stood. Giving him a chance to digest all that she had provided. All that she gave him without once asking for anything in return. He brought death on the end of a sword with an army behind him. She brought life with nothing more than the air she breathed and made him the better for it.

He would think on her offer deeply. Her gift to him. One of many. Their children and his long life with her. At what cost to her. He had taken. He kept taking and it suddenly did not suit him. He came to her and the cauldron with a grin.

Kissing the top of her head tenderly. "I'll take it to our bath now. This time undisturbed."

"Would you lead the way love?" He asked as he brought it from the fire.

~~

The wind stirred outside. Leaves fell. Winter approached. Soon the pass would be filled with winter cutting off the passage between the two great nations.

"Pllleasssseee nooo!" the old woman pleaded.

"I'm patient to a fault. Yet you still have no memory of a drow bitch and her master. A direction is all I ask and yet nothing." The voice in the cowl robe said. The hand body and grey came out pointing to the young girl behind the old woman.

"Place her on the table so that all of you may enjoy her," The dark voice said to the four Ogres.

"What of the old one?" One of the four exceptionally bright Ogres asked.

The cowled did not hesitate, "Use her first."

There were screams and cries in the night from the tiny cottage. The wind carried the message only as far as the woods. The pine trees blocked it's progress further.

The oaks shook with anger. The brush below tossed branches about in despair. It was the coming of winter. The dark times when all but the pine were silent. And the Pine had made a pack with the dark cowled figure inside the cottage. It was the time of winter when the Pine Trees were once again king.
 
She knew what she said was true, but it was not only something he might want, but something she wanted, for him to be with her for much longer than what his life span would really be. She did not just offer that to anyone, and this was the first time she had, he was the first outsider to know.

Nodding she helped him with getting the water into the tub, thinking to herself. She noticed something seemed to be on his mind and as the water filled the tub she carefully tested it, finding it just the right temperature, and with her magic it would stay that way, and clean for as long as the spell was there.

“What is on your mind Adan?” She asked, looking a little concerned that he was thinking about something important, knowing he had already taken much from her and was giving him more, leaving little to herself, other than him, and a new home with him, but even then she was getting home sick and wanted to go there, or bring it to her, hence why she wanted to grow plants that were from her home.

She slipped into the tub and slowly sank down, finding it a little small she transformed it into something much larger, and as it grew it seemed to fill more with water. Smiling at him she motioned with a hand for him to enter the water with her. “Yes, hopefully it will be undisturbed,” She said, knowing strange things did tend to happen and at the worst possible time.

She sank into the water, soaking her long silver hair, and emerging with dark silver hair, not much difference other than it being wet making it look darker. Her muscles relaxed and carefully she cleaned her body, making her skin lovely once again after so long of not being allowed to, and only being allowed to bathe in a lake.
 
Adan's cloths dropped to the floor as he stepped in to all she had created. The tube bigger, better. Magic had it's uses. He lay on his back in the warm water watching her wash. He flicked water at her playfully.

She was so much more than he had ever imagined. The depth of her was boundless. Every moment he found something else she revealed.

"Life with me will be boring." He said thinking out loud. "Crops and herds to tend. The house to keep tidy. The season change and trees grow tall. I'm not a man of action. I'm a man of hard work and toil who has been given responsibilities."

He wondered if life with him would be enough for her. He chose this life for it's boring qualities. A place to raise children to love the land and hate the fighting.

He grinned and sunk in the water. Pushing off in her direction. A shark submerged and moving to her. Serious could happen tomorrow. Today he wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to know all of her. Once kiss at a time.
 
Listening she nodded, it did indeed sound boring, but then again, everything was what you made it. She shrugged her shoulder, “It’s alright, there is more to life than fighting, even though for the longest time my life was just that, but I had other things to do as well.” But what she failed to mention was she was unsure of what to do in this place, sure cleaning was possible, but she did not want to be a stuck at home mother, just cooking, sewing, and cleaning, she wanted more to do than just that.

Ignoring her thoughts she watched him submerge in the water she giggled softly, shaking her head, “All men are so childish sometimes. Looks like it is not just my species either.” She muttered to herself.

Once he came to her she ran a hand over his cheek to bring him to the surface and look at her, giving him a peck on the lips before turning to get oils, and shampoos to wash them with, getting the cloth and readying it to clean herself and then him.

Children had come to mind, and would keep her busy, even with pregnancy, and had intended on speaking with him later about what he would like to do about that, so she knew when the time would be right for him, seeing it as any time was alright with her, just not when she was too old, maybe soon, she was thinking about using her magic to remove the spell around her uterus to keep herself from getting pregnant, but was not sure if he wanted her to get pregnant yet or not.
 
Her hand on his cheek encouraging him to surface. Adan kissed up her body. His hands holding her. Her kiss, a happy light kiss before she turned. He chuckled. There was always something she was doing. Always busy.

He saw her bring the cloth and he held out his hand. Silently offering to wash her first. It was the least he could do. He enjoyed touching all of her and what better excuse. He hoped his grin didn't give his intent away.

"Back first?" He asked innocently.
 
She was glad to be kind and happy, kissing and hugging him until he opened his hand asking for the rag. Seeing his smirk she couldn’t help but blush, knowing what he might have been thinking, but she did not tease him, she simply moved so her back was to him, nodding slowly, “That would be wonderful.” She muttered softly, bringing both hands to her hair and she moved it so it was all on her left shoulder, leaving her back and right shoulder bare.

She was in fact always busy, because life was sometimes short, and she never liked being too still at one time, hence why she would no doubt help around his home how ever she could, whether it be with animals, crops, or gardening, something she looked forward to was planting some of her favorite moon flowers which glowed bright purple in the moon light, and had white stems.

She waited for him to begin and knew from this position he might not start too much trouble, unless his hands moved forward to clean more than just her back, which would not surprise her at all, he seemed to be in a fun and playful mood, but there also could be other things lingering there in his eyes as well.
 
The rag in his hand and her back to him. He chuckled. She swept her long hair off her shoulders. How could he resist. He bent to her kissing her neck. His hand with the rag rubbing her back gently and his other hand coming around to hold her.

"Certainly a bonus when two bathe," He admitted then kissed her once again.

His one hand on the move. Touching and teasing her. His mind on her every breath. His hunger growing. She was an addiction he could not put lightly down. The rag moved down her back. He really was washing her back. He was just doing other things as well. He nuzzled her behind her ear. His thoughts moving quickly to the bed room but first he promised to wash her back. And he would, very thoroughly.

The Kitchen door opened quietly. The fireplace there popping warmly as the two baskets were placed on the table.

"HO in the house!" A soprano voice called. "Adan? Where is my big brute?"
 
She smirked and gave a soft sigh, leaning her head so he could have where it was he wanted, moaning gently, the rag on her back feeling very nice and she liked his touch, soft yet he was still able to clean her tender skin.

But soon her attention came to a voice in the kitchen and she pulled away from him looking toward the door where the kitchen was, “Who is that?” She asked as she looked to him confused, tilting her head a little, before rinsing off to get out of the tub, “So much for no interruptions,” She joked softly before using a little magic to conjure a robe for him and a robe for her, hers of course was much shorter, barely coming to her mid thigh to show off her legs, a regular robe for a slave girl to wear around her master. From there she handed the one she made for him and waited.

She wondered who it was that could be visiting him, he had not mentioned anyone stopping by, or any word of a long ago crush or maybe lover, thoughts now running through her head as she watched him get out of the tub, knowing the water would be clean, and warm even days from now so they could go back to it later.
 
The voice. That voice. He closed his eyes and groaned. His shoulders sagged slightly as he answered.

"I'll be right out!" Adan called. "Stay where you are!"

He climbed out and she worked her magic. Literally. Magic. A robe appeared for them both. He tried to catch her arm to kiss her quickly one last time before putting on the robe and shower her off to his mother.

"Well come here. I'm in the kitchen waiting." The woman's voice told him. "I brought you things you might enjoy. So stop hiding or I'll come in and get you myself!"
 
As he got up kissed her and got dressed she wondered what she should do, knowing his mother might understand the situation, but not wanting to be hated by her or have her think anything bad of her son for having a slave, knowing she herself was one and might not have wanted to be, but she tried not to think of it as she brushed her hair and tied her robe shut then after he entered into the kitchen she followed, so nervous that she walked into the room, her head lowered nervously as she looked from Adan then to his mother, and again to the floor, not sure what she would think.

Ariia remained silent as she stood there in the robe, the collar still around her neck and visible against her dark ash skin. She was merely glad his mother could not see her piercings, and such. She waited silently off to the side, out of mind, or so she hoped.
 
Adan was glad to see his mother. But her timing was just lousy. Was it a sixth sense he was not aware of. It seemed that over the years she had managed to catch him in whatever devilment he was in the middle of. This of course was not devilment. But in the middle of it definitely was.

His arms out to the tiny elven woman as he entered the kitchen. "Ohey! Mah!!"

He had her in his arms. Her's around him giving him a great bear hug. She stepped back and popped him with the flat of her hand as high as she could reach square in the middle of his chest. It was a solid hit.

"I thought you lost!! Suddenly you show up at the keep with all the commotion and I have to learn of it from the neighbors," Her voice full of scorn.

"You'll never be too old for a sound boxing even if I have you sit to reach your ears!!" She said in that angry tone all mother's possess.

"I called 'em a liar too so don't make me out to be one!" She said catching a movement to one side.

She gasped in horror and pushed him out of the way as she practically leap towards Ariia. His mother's shock and pain etched in her eyes.

Her arms around the girl. Taking her against her breasts protectively. Rubbing her back, "I didn't raise him to be this. He knows better!! He does. He a kind and loving man."

His mother held her protectively from him, "Adan El'Glaive I demand you free this poor woman now!!"

"And don't give me any of your father's, rest his soul, rubbish about Drow magic and stealing children from their beds. I mean it!! Don't push to me conjuring. You'd look a sight sitting on a lily pad waiting for the next fly to come along for a week or so! And I mean it!!"
 
Watching his mother she smiled, seeing she was obviously a strong woman, but as she came over to Ariia she looked at Adan, so confused as she looked from him to her and brought hands up to gently try and pull away from her, already hearing the woman shouting at him and she quickly shook her head.

“Please do not be angry with him, everything done to me was not done by him, another of my kind betrayed his own people and put us against the orcs, and orges, I was captured and Adan got free, I was tortured by my own kin until brought to the orc tribe. He won me in disguise, and brought me back here, true he did enslave me, but if I were not the humans in the village would have killed me, they had attempted to, but he defended me, I owe him much, he even told his Lord that I was his to keep the man from interrogating and torturing me. He already has freed me, but to remain safe I must appear to still be his slave, so I will not be harmed by the others, but we have already accepted each other, I agreed to stay here with him, as his lover.” She told the woman quickly, blushing brightly as she went over to Adan and gave him a smile, telling just about the whole story while hugging him softly and kissing him on the cheek, “Would you like me to make some tea?” She asked the both of them as she already conjured some tealeaves from her home, known to be very sweet and almost minty.
 
The older woman calmed at the tone of the girl. The look in the younger woman's eyes for her son warmed her. The discovery of his brave and daring acts had her own cheeks blushing with embarrassment. There was a glow in her eyes of pride and certainty that he had indeed become the man she had hoped.

There was no doubt as the girl came to him readily and they embraced that they were lovers and perhaps more. There was not the hint of a Master to a slave in the tenderness with which he held her, nor any timidness of a slave to her master in her gentle touch to him.

It did her good to see that which had been told was a masquerade to keep his love safe from those who would harm her. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and came to the table as the two entwined separated so that the woman of his house could see to her guest as was the way of elven kind drow or her own.

"I am Eliianna,” She said as she sat,” And I would very much like tea and chat with you both.”

The tension and heat of the room had cooled to something bearable as Ariia spoke. Adan said nothing not wishing to interrupt her or her story. He watched her mothers rage cooling even as she spoke. But when she came to him he forgot his mother, lost in Ariia’s embrace, her gentle loving touch. The lips she offer to him and he took to kiss with the promise of his soul to her.
She slipped from his arms after caressing his cheek. He smiled as he followed her to the hearth and her offer of tea. Her home and she accepted it as she had accept him. There would be no separating them from each other. Their hearts so entwined none could come between them. He was sure of it.

His mother’s voice broke thru his thoughts, “I had friends among your people, Ariia. A woman that I only knew as Syrriiala of the Glen. She was known for her magic healing. Have you heard of her?”
 
Seeing her calm and even blush brought Ariia to blush slightly, knowing the story must have sounded kind of romantic between the two, although she did in fact leave out a lot of detail about between him getting her, and bringing her here, but she did not need his own mother angry at him.

Nodding she began brewing some tea, taking her time to speak with his mother about some things, nodding as she mentioned the name of an elven woman she had known, “Yes I know of her, she and my mother both were the ones who taught me what I know, my mother is Silviya,” She said, knowing her mother was a great healer as well as a mage in battle, not as hands on with weapons as her father, but what had caught her by surprise was she knew Ariia’s name, not suspecting she would, and when most found out who she was they instantly made assumptions about her, but it seemed his mother was far more intelligent than others, and she was glad because her title often was misleading from time to time.

She got the tea ready and served some to all three of them, sitting close to Adan as she looked to his mother, “I am very pleased to meet you, and he is lucky to have such a woman as his mother, clearly you are not as closed minded as many about my kind, it is nice to find some who do not think we are monsters.” She said softly, smiling, showing it had hardly any effect on her, so long as Adan did not think of her as a monster.
 
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