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The Wisdom of an Elf (Emmi-Mae & Insertnamehere)
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RE: The Wisdom on an Elf (Emmi-Mae & Insertnamehere)
The Green Lions were mercenaries through and through, freelancers dedicated to the gold paid by kings and ridiculously rich merchants who wished a vitory at all costs over their rivals or neighboors.
Over the years, they have been known to become a formidable army, so much thatmost kings bought their services in fear that, would they be out of a job, they would turn rogue and decide to take a land for themselves.
The leader of this band of experimented warriors and soldiers was one named Algernon Wagner.
Algernon was a tall and muscular young man whose eyes had already seen a liftime of battles, if not more.
HIs body was athletic, not overy muscular as they grew in length like a martial artist or a dancer, not like a bodybuilder and his middle long hair were of a milky white color. The rumor said it was because he was older than he looked, but the fact was that it was tied to his sword. The bastard sword hanging by his side, carefully sheathed, had a blade not made of metal but living shadows and the day he became its master, his black hair turned white, loosing all color.
Today, he was getting dressed in his tent as the Green Lions set camp near Balandia, capital of the Baland Kingdom.
Puting on a red tunic with a light leather armor, he was getting himself ready to greet a messenger from the king. It seemed they would not be out of work yet.
Looking around for the elven that shared his bed. His favorite and personnal slave, he called for her saying "come on girl, get dressed and bring me my sword. You're coming with me" calling her girl while he knew she was probably twice his age. Which was also why he would bring he rto his meeting, her wisdom and remark could be interesting to hear plus, he didn't doubt her loyalty.
Emmi-Mae said:
The Green Lions were mercenaries through and through, freelancers dedicated to the gold paid by kings and ridiculously rich merchants who wished a vitory at all costs over their rivals or neighboors.
Over the years, they have been known to become a formidable army, so much thatmost kings bought their services in fear that, would they be out of a job, they would turn rogue and decide to take a land for themselves.
The leader of this band of experimented warriors and soldiers was one named Algernon Wagner.
Algernon was a tall and muscular young man whose eyes had already seen a liftime of battles, if not more.
HIs body was athletic, not overy muscular as they grew in length like a martial artist or a dancer, not like a bodybuilder and his middle long hair were of a milky white color. The rumor said it was because he was older than he looked, but the fact was that it was tied to his sword. The bastard sword hanging by his side, carefully sheathed, had a blade not made of metal but living shadows and the day he became its master, his black hair turned white, loosing all color.
Today, he was getting dressed in his tent as the Green Lions set camp near Balandia, capital of the Baland Kingdom.
Puting on a red tunic with a light leather armor, he was getting himself ready to greet a messenger from the king. It seemed they would not be out of work yet.
Looking around for the elven that shared his bed. His favorite and personnal slave, he called for her saying "come on girl, get dressed and bring me my sword. You're coming with me" calling her girl while he knew she was probably twice his age. Which was also why he would bring he rto his meeting, her wisdom and remark could be interesting to hear plus, he didn't doubt her loyalty.
RE: The Wisdom on an Elf (Emmi-Mae & Insertnamehere)
The grey skinned druid elf that laid in the fur bed with nothing but a deer skin rag drapped over her naked body let out a tiny groan as she looked over her shoulder towards her master. A metal collar made out of the swords of the mercenaries' enemies wrapped around her long slender neck, the collars were used for Identification, leashes and punishment. The tall slender women turned onto her other side as her long white hair fell down her grey shoulders. "Yes, my Master... May I ask where we are going today?" She asked gently as she moved to her feet and slid on her deer skin camisk which covered her chest and her leather panties which did a pretty nice job covering her rear and her well used clit. She moved over to lift up her masters sword and latched it to his belt before she stood up tall and still... being an elf the man was taller than she was. Her dark grey skin however... Was beautiful. The Elven women had seen three life times of war and death. She was almost three hundred... a young age for an elf. Her long white hair had been cut the day she met Algernon He told her she'd be heathier with shorter hair and it would be easier for her to handle... she had told him the night before last that he was right while she laid in his bed. "I pray your wounds have healed my master..." She asked gently and rested her palm to the bandages on his arm... her doing.
The grey skinned druid elf that laid in the fur bed with nothing but a deer skin rag drapped over her naked body let out a tiny groan as she looked over her shoulder towards her master. A metal collar made out of the swords of the mercenaries' enemies wrapped around her long slender neck, the collars were used for Identification, leashes and punishment. The tall slender women turned onto her other side as her long white hair fell down her grey shoulders. "Yes, my Master... May I ask where we are going today?" She asked gently as she moved to her feet and slid on her deer skin camisk which covered her chest and her leather panties which did a pretty nice job covering her rear and her well used clit. She moved over to lift up her masters sword and latched it to his belt before she stood up tall and still... being an elf the man was taller than she was. Her dark grey skin however... Was beautiful. The Elven women had seen three life times of war and death. She was almost three hundred... a young age for an elf. Her long white hair had been cut the day she met Algernon He told her she'd be heathier with shorter hair and it would be easier for her to handle... she had told him the night before last that he was right while she laid in his bed. "I pray your wounds have healed my master..." She asked gently and rested her palm to the bandages on his arm... her doing.
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RE: The Wisdom on an Elf (Emmi-Mae & Insertnamehere)
"yes pet" he said looking down at the exquisite elven woman that had willingly submitted to him after he saved her life "the pain is gone too. You sure know about herbs and bandages." he thought about it for a moment. There were othe rmen in his band that were often wounded and while he would not share the elven, she was his possession and his alone, they always had slaves, either to help the camp or re sell for food. "I might ask you explain those basic remedies to the other slaves. This might be useful in the long run." he added and caressed her right cheek both gently and possessively "I'll meet a messnegr from Balandia. Sounds like the King will need the Lions. As long as he can pay, we'll crush his enemies" he smiled and then turned around to exit his quarter and walk the camp to the biggest tent which was both the one he would plan his strategies with his closest men and where he would recieve strangers to talk to. On the way to his meeting, he told his personnal slave "while I'll discuss with the man, you will first serve drinks and then stay behing me, massaging me like a good little pet but watching him. I want you to notice anything I might not. Rumors have it that some rulers are getting worried and frigthenned of the Lions' strength on a battleground and if time haas come that one starts tricking us into a trap, I'd rather we noticed it from the start. So keep your eyes open for any hint of lies."
"yes pet" he said looking down at the exquisite elven woman that had willingly submitted to him after he saved her life "the pain is gone too. You sure know about herbs and bandages." he thought about it for a moment. There were othe rmen in his band that were often wounded and while he would not share the elven, she was his possession and his alone, they always had slaves, either to help the camp or re sell for food. "I might ask you explain those basic remedies to the other slaves. This might be useful in the long run." he added and caressed her right cheek both gently and possessively "I'll meet a messnegr from Balandia. Sounds like the King will need the Lions. As long as he can pay, we'll crush his enemies" he smiled and then turned around to exit his quarter and walk the camp to the biggest tent which was both the one he would plan his strategies with his closest men and where he would recieve strangers to talk to. On the way to his meeting, he told his personnal slave "while I'll discuss with the man, you will first serve drinks and then stay behing me, massaging me like a good little pet but watching him. I want you to notice anything I might not. Rumors have it that some rulers are getting worried and frigthenned of the Lions' strength on a battleground and if time haas come that one starts tricking us into a trap, I'd rather we noticed it from the start. So keep your eyes open for any hint of lies."
RE: The Wisdom on an Elf (Emmi-Mae & Insertnamehere)
The gentle touch of Algernon's palm against her cold cheek made the elven women's eyes flutter shut for a moment as she tipped her head into his hand with a tiny sigh. During the first week the druid wasn't very happy with the man, he was harsh and cold towards her until he was wounded in a battle and they had no healers to take care of his infected wound. The Elf had begged for her Master to let her heal his wound, at first he didn't trust her but after she shared to him about the ancient remedies used in her village. The beautiful women stayed close to Master as he spoke and she nodded her head briefly " Yes Master, I will teach the other girls how to care for their master wounds one day when you are all out hunting or fighting..." she began and gently lifted the edge of his bandage up to look at the healing wound. " Please allow your girl to change the bandage when this meeting his over Master... I do not wish for you too fall ill" She said gently and raised her eyes to look at him.
Around her neck was a collar made of the steel melted from the Lion's enemies swords. The collars were used for identification, Beauty, Punishment and leashes. It kept an unruly slave girl in her place. But for this Elf it was simply used to remind other men that she was the Commander's and no one elses. As he walked towards the tent the elf moved silently behind him keeping her hands folded in front of her and her head low the women moved into the tent and went to the table that held bottles of fine wine. When she heard her master speak the elf looked over her shoulder to him with a gentle smile "Of course my master... I will try my hardest to please you this morning..." She breathed gently.
When the messanger came into the tent and sat down at the table across from her Master, The Elven women poured two goblets of wine, She made sure that her master's cup had his favorite wine and she brought the trey over to the table and kneeled down onto her knees and held her masters goblet towards him. " My Master..." She whispered gently and when he took it she smiled loyally to the man before moving to hand the second goblet to the messanger. "Master" She spoke to the man keeping her eyes away from the man. She could hear the man growl out as he took the goblet and slammed it on the table. "You slut... this goblet is dirty" He shouted and back slapped the Elf so hard her head snapped towards Algernon with a cry of pain, her short white locks hide her eyes as the fluttered in a daze. She made sure she'd cleaned both cups perfectly and there was no way the cup was dirty... what was she to say? The pain grew on the elves cheek as she lowered her eyes to the ground and tried to keep herself from showing her pain, waiting for her master to tell her what to do... or punish her.
The gentle touch of Algernon's palm against her cold cheek made the elven women's eyes flutter shut for a moment as she tipped her head into his hand with a tiny sigh. During the first week the druid wasn't very happy with the man, he was harsh and cold towards her until he was wounded in a battle and they had no healers to take care of his infected wound. The Elf had begged for her Master to let her heal his wound, at first he didn't trust her but after she shared to him about the ancient remedies used in her village. The beautiful women stayed close to Master as he spoke and she nodded her head briefly " Yes Master, I will teach the other girls how to care for their master wounds one day when you are all out hunting or fighting..." she began and gently lifted the edge of his bandage up to look at the healing wound. " Please allow your girl to change the bandage when this meeting his over Master... I do not wish for you too fall ill" She said gently and raised her eyes to look at him.
Around her neck was a collar made of the steel melted from the Lion's enemies swords. The collars were used for identification, Beauty, Punishment and leashes. It kept an unruly slave girl in her place. But for this Elf it was simply used to remind other men that she was the Commander's and no one elses. As he walked towards the tent the elf moved silently behind him keeping her hands folded in front of her and her head low the women moved into the tent and went to the table that held bottles of fine wine. When she heard her master speak the elf looked over her shoulder to him with a gentle smile "Of course my master... I will try my hardest to please you this morning..." She breathed gently.
When the messanger came into the tent and sat down at the table across from her Master, The Elven women poured two goblets of wine, She made sure that her master's cup had his favorite wine and she brought the trey over to the table and kneeled down onto her knees and held her masters goblet towards him. " My Master..." She whispered gently and when he took it she smiled loyally to the man before moving to hand the second goblet to the messanger. "Master" She spoke to the man keeping her eyes away from the man. She could hear the man growl out as he took the goblet and slammed it on the table. "You slut... this goblet is dirty" He shouted and back slapped the Elf so hard her head snapped towards Algernon with a cry of pain, her short white locks hide her eyes as the fluttered in a daze. She made sure she'd cleaned both cups perfectly and there was no way the cup was dirty... what was she to say? The pain grew on the elves cheek as she lowered her eyes to the ground and tried to keep herself from showing her pain, waiting for her master to tell her what to do... or punish her.
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Algernon gently caressed her hair when she handed him his glass, rewarding a good pet, and when his guest hit her, his eyes narrowed for a second. Those knowing him, knew this would have been a good time to apologize. After all, he wasn't known to be merciful. Fair, but not merciful. Still, he wanted to hear what the man had to say and so spoke to the elf "go clean the goblet girl and bring him more wine" then turned his attention to the messenger and spoke with a voice as clear and calm as possible "she might be a slut but she is my slut and as long as you're under my hospitality, I'd rather you don't take it upon yourself to hit my servants. After all, many might consider you to be your king's servant too and I am dealing with your king. Would that give me the right to hit you too?". His words were carefully chosen and didn't hide the threat he hung upon the man's head.
Still, the messenger answred with a rather cocky smile "come on, you know what killing me would mean right? It'd mean war with our lord who pays you and has his own army of twice the numbers of yours or more".
Algernon smiled, it was the smile of a warrior ready to slaughter his opponent "Then why would your king pay my services if he had such strong army? I'll tell you why little city man. It's because his army, however numerous, is weak and made of weak men. We are battle hardenned warriors who waged war on every continents in every possible situations. If your king were to challenge us, mark my words, we would storm your capital and take over it in less than three days. " he paused for the momentum and looked straight into the man's eyes "and you'll be the first I'd hang by his own gut, so everyone noticed that even the most stupid people are only flesh and bones."
When he had finished his sentence, the man at the other end of the table wasn't smiling nor trying to look smart anymore. He was looking up at Algernon with eyes that were those of a child scolded by his father. "now go little man. Tell your king if he wants my army, it will be thrice the usual price due to your lack of negociation's skills. go." and he looked at the man leaving the tent, humiliated.
When the elf came back, Algernon looked at her and knew he needed to release himsef before takign any decision right now. He had no doubt the man wouldn't report what really happened and would twist it and this could really lead ot an open war. While confident, he needed to be able to think about it cold headed.
"back to my quarter pet" he told the beautiful elf and walked back to his own tent and sat upon his bed, pointing to the empty space in front of him "come on, I need to get this day started on better terms than it has so far" he said, smiling to his favorite and anticipating her touch. She had almost three life time of sexual experience too after all.
Still, the messenger answred with a rather cocky smile "come on, you know what killing me would mean right? It'd mean war with our lord who pays you and has his own army of twice the numbers of yours or more".
Algernon smiled, it was the smile of a warrior ready to slaughter his opponent "Then why would your king pay my services if he had such strong army? I'll tell you why little city man. It's because his army, however numerous, is weak and made of weak men. We are battle hardenned warriors who waged war on every continents in every possible situations. If your king were to challenge us, mark my words, we would storm your capital and take over it in less than three days. " he paused for the momentum and looked straight into the man's eyes "and you'll be the first I'd hang by his own gut, so everyone noticed that even the most stupid people are only flesh and bones."
When he had finished his sentence, the man at the other end of the table wasn't smiling nor trying to look smart anymore. He was looking up at Algernon with eyes that were those of a child scolded by his father. "now go little man. Tell your king if he wants my army, it will be thrice the usual price due to your lack of negociation's skills. go." and he looked at the man leaving the tent, humiliated.
When the elf came back, Algernon looked at her and knew he needed to release himsef before takign any decision right now. He had no doubt the man wouldn't report what really happened and would twist it and this could really lead ot an open war. While confident, he needed to be able to think about it cold headed.
"back to my quarter pet" he told the beautiful elf and walked back to his own tent and sat upon his bed, pointing to the empty space in front of him "come on, I need to get this day started on better terms than it has so far" he said, smiling to his favorite and anticipating her touch. She had almost three life time of sexual experience too after all.
The elven women took in a slow breath as she turned her head to her master with a soft nod and a quiet " Yes, My Master" as she rose to her long grey legs the elf moved back to the servery behind her master and cleaned thee goblet. But by the time she'd gotten the wine ready the messanger had been told to leave and the women turned her eyes towards her master. She followed after him and back into his tent. She wondered if the man even knew what her name was... he'd never asked her for her name... there for she never shared it she didn't mind being called girl.
When he'd ordered her to come closer and spoke of making his day start on better terms the girl dropped to her knees infront of him and pressed her forehead to the floor with a whimper " Your girl begs forgiveness master.... She did not honor you with her serve.....The master did not like his drink.... Your girl excepts what ever punishment you have in mind for her....but she begs that she make it up to you..." Her voice was soft and gentle as she raised her eyes to her master and crawled over so she was sitting inbetween his legs. Slowly she moved to her knees and gently pushed her master down onto the bed "Let girl please you the way the druid wench did when i was younger....my Master" She breathed as she moved onto of him, her legs on either side of his pelvis as she pressed her covered hips to his, she knew that he'd want to undress her so for now what she did was rock her hips against his as her one palm ran down his chest which was covered with his tunic. the druid let out a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she gave another thrust against his stiffening buldge. "Your girl is here to please you master.....She begs for it this morning...." She leaned down as whispered in his ear before sitting up straight and giving another slow thrust.
When he'd ordered her to come closer and spoke of making his day start on better terms the girl dropped to her knees infront of him and pressed her forehead to the floor with a whimper " Your girl begs forgiveness master.... She did not honor you with her serve.....The master did not like his drink.... Your girl excepts what ever punishment you have in mind for her....but she begs that she make it up to you..." Her voice was soft and gentle as she raised her eyes to her master and crawled over so she was sitting inbetween his legs. Slowly she moved to her knees and gently pushed her master down onto the bed "Let girl please you the way the druid wench did when i was younger....my Master" She breathed as she moved onto of him, her legs on either side of his pelvis as she pressed her covered hips to his, she knew that he'd want to undress her so for now what she did was rock her hips against his as her one palm ran down his chest which was covered with his tunic. the druid let out a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment and she gave another thrust against his stiffening buldge. "Your girl is here to please you master.....She begs for it this morning...." She leaned down as whispered in his ear before sitting up straight and giving another slow thrust.
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Placing a hand in her back and lightly caressing her spine, he closed his eyes, indulging himself in the moment. He was teased and about to be serviced by this excquisite elven woman and not as an equal lover but as the lord she admired and worshipped. Still, if he let her be so close to him, become his favorite, it was also due to her carefull use of the little bit of freedom he allowed her to enjoy. Such as moving with instinct when it came to sex.
Completely tamed and restraiend slaves were boring in contrast.
"there was nothing to blame with your service" he said "that little man who thought himself smarter than a dumb chicken just hatenned the inevitable. We were bound to clash with a local lord eventually."
Placing his free hand over her torso, gently caressing and cupping her small breasts, he playfully pinched one of her nipples through her own light tunic and said "come on, take your clothes off and start by taking me in your mouth.". He paused, already getting hard at the idea of the grey beauty on her knees, with her delicate lips wrapping around his penis. He was hard because he knew exactly how good it was. "don't worry, a war can't start for a slave. But any excuse will do to start a fire for those men."
Completely tamed and restraiend slaves were boring in contrast.
"there was nothing to blame with your service" he said "that little man who thought himself smarter than a dumb chicken just hatenned the inevitable. We were bound to clash with a local lord eventually."
Placing his free hand over her torso, gently caressing and cupping her small breasts, he playfully pinched one of her nipples through her own light tunic and said "come on, take your clothes off and start by taking me in your mouth.". He paused, already getting hard at the idea of the grey beauty on her knees, with her delicate lips wrapping around his penis. He was hard because he knew exactly how good it was. "don't worry, a war can't start for a slave. But any excuse will do to start a fire for those men."
The Elf's eyes fluttered at her Master's gentle touch as she let out a gentle sigh as she sat on his hips. She looked down at him with loyal red eyes before she slowly tugged her leather camisk off her chest and tossed it off the fur bed before she moved back and leaned forward, gently taking her masters hardening cock out of his tunic and pants and gently stroked it with her hands before looking to him a moment "Are you alright?" She asked gently and stopped for a moment. Praying that her lord's wound wasn't hurting nor was he overly stressed do to work. She ran her hands up and down his member before she ran the tip of her tongue along his veins, her eyes fluttering up to look at him again. She sometimes worried about her master's well fair
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"it will do" he said, "don't worry" and placed his right hand over her head, a silent instruction for her to take him in her mouth and swallow every drop of cum thing that would come out of it.
Sitting on his bed, being pleased in such way by the slender elven truly gave him the air of a warrior king. A title he didn't like that much but would be certainly inevitable to bear if his army of mercenaries was bound to clash with the local lord. Such battles only stopped when one side was utterly anihilated and since he planned to win their would be a whole Kingdom to take care of after that as those kind of war were certainly not for the common people to pay the price. Destruction was already a high enouth price to pay.
Algernon had her making him come thrice before his hand left her head and he let her stand while taking off his clothes too and moved behind her, his hands wrapping over her breasts until one moved lower, pushing a finger into her womanhood while the other hand staed on her breasts. She could also feel his breath on her neck, his lips playfully nipping at one of her elvish ears, his hardenned penis pressing against her rear. He would soon take her from behind.
Sitting on his bed, being pleased in such way by the slender elven truly gave him the air of a warrior king. A title he didn't like that much but would be certainly inevitable to bear if his army of mercenaries was bound to clash with the local lord. Such battles only stopped when one side was utterly anihilated and since he planned to win their would be a whole Kingdom to take care of after that as those kind of war were certainly not for the common people to pay the price. Destruction was already a high enouth price to pay.
Algernon had her making him come thrice before his hand left her head and he let her stand while taking off his clothes too and moved behind her, his hands wrapping over her breasts until one moved lower, pushing a finger into her womanhood while the other hand staed on her breasts. She could also feel his breath on her neck, his lips playfully nipping at one of her elvish ears, his hardenned penis pressing against her rear. He would soon take her from behind.
The beautiful elf glanced up to him before she nodded gently, His gentle touch to her head making her relax abit and not worry about his state of mind for now, she formed her lips over his large member and gently began to massage it with her tongue, sliding it down so it hit the back of her throat, causing the women's eyes to flutter as she grunted and pulled away to take in as much air as she could before she moved back down to swallow his third spirt of cum. When she came back up he released her gently and the elven women moved to her long slender legs. His large hands caressing her bare body made her moan out in pleasure as her lashes fluttered shut and her head rested back against his shoulder.
When his finger moved towards her petals her body relaxed against him, one hand moving behind his neck to keep her standing as she moaned out, feeling both his finger slide into her soft and slightly moist women hood... It was his hardening penis rubbing against her rear that drove her hormones insane. "A..algernon..." Her voice breathed... for the first time since he'd catured her she spoke his name as she turned her head towards him, her pinkish red eyes almost glowing in the dark as her lips grazed against the corner of his as he continued to finger her she took in a shaky breath and reached out with one hand to hold onto the wooden post across from her but kept her lips close to hers... for the years that they had been together this elven women felt a bond growing between them... rumor had it that when a druid began to grow a bond with another being... sexually... physically and emotionally a link between the two would form... they'd be able to share the same dreams... speak to each other by simply thinking their words...If they were close enough that is... But the most fatal and dangerous part of an elven 'imprint' was if the elven's mate was killed... they too would suffer by either dying.... or simply going brain dead like their partner... however if the elf was killed the other mate would be able to live.... but they'd never find another person who made them feel that special... The link between beings was physical as well.. if one was hurt the other would feel it... luckily the elf was a healer. She'd never told Algernon about the imprinting properties... perhaps it was because she never thought it would happen to the both of them... but slowly she was beginning to feel the mental link begin to form... sometimes she was even pulled into his dreams but she never wanted to tell him this.
When his finger moved towards her petals her body relaxed against him, one hand moving behind his neck to keep her standing as she moaned out, feeling both his finger slide into her soft and slightly moist women hood... It was his hardening penis rubbing against her rear that drove her hormones insane. "A..algernon..." Her voice breathed... for the first time since he'd catured her she spoke his name as she turned her head towards him, her pinkish red eyes almost glowing in the dark as her lips grazed against the corner of his as he continued to finger her she took in a shaky breath and reached out with one hand to hold onto the wooden post across from her but kept her lips close to hers... for the years that they had been together this elven women felt a bond growing between them... rumor had it that when a druid began to grow a bond with another being... sexually... physically and emotionally a link between the two would form... they'd be able to share the same dreams... speak to each other by simply thinking their words...If they were close enough that is... But the most fatal and dangerous part of an elven 'imprint' was if the elven's mate was killed... they too would suffer by either dying.... or simply going brain dead like their partner... however if the elf was killed the other mate would be able to live.... but they'd never find another person who made them feel that special... The link between beings was physical as well.. if one was hurt the other would feel it... luckily the elf was a healer. She'd never told Algernon about the imprinting properties... perhaps it was because she never thought it would happen to the both of them... but slowly she was beginning to feel the mental link begin to form... sometimes she was even pulled into his dreams but she never wanted to tell him this.
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Algernon wasn't aware of the imprinting. If anything, he felt a strange comfort next to her and this probably played a role in shaping her role in his army. He was surrounded by buddies, by people who shared his ideal of war in a free and noble way but her, shi favorite, she was the confort he needed inside te tent as well as a feminine touch and a centuries old way of thinking he lacked.
Algernon, after all, was only human. The only inhuman thing he possessed was his blade and the color of his hair since he took possession of it.
Hearing her moaning turned him on too, and even harder if possible and soon, he took possession of her too, bending her over the bed and thrusting his manhood into her behind, properly fucking her. In those moments, like in battle, passion prevailed. And Algernon went in and out until he felt he was about to come again and then switched into another position, having her on her back, he came over her belly before entering her vagina this time, taking her through another hole.
They made love in a few othe rposition before he had enough and ended up laying on his bed, having ordered her to both kiss and massage his back and shoulders.
"War is inevitable but I can't wrap my mind around making the townfolks paying for the idiocy of their rulers. But if my men can't fight freely, their efficiency will be hurt." he scratched his chin and then asked his servant "I know your real age is counted inc enturies and I know your people are born with a strong magic. My sword is imbued with a powerful magic too and she is tied to the shadows. Can you use it as a focus to cast a spell that would have the non soldier people sleep and not be able to wake up during a whole night? Is such a spell possible ?"
Algernon, after all, was only human. The only inhuman thing he possessed was his blade and the color of his hair since he took possession of it.
Hearing her moaning turned him on too, and even harder if possible and soon, he took possession of her too, bending her over the bed and thrusting his manhood into her behind, properly fucking her. In those moments, like in battle, passion prevailed. And Algernon went in and out until he felt he was about to come again and then switched into another position, having her on her back, he came over her belly before entering her vagina this time, taking her through another hole.
They made love in a few othe rposition before he had enough and ended up laying on his bed, having ordered her to both kiss and massage his back and shoulders.
"War is inevitable but I can't wrap my mind around making the townfolks paying for the idiocy of their rulers. But if my men can't fight freely, their efficiency will be hurt." he scratched his chin and then asked his servant "I know your real age is counted inc enturies and I know your people are born with a strong magic. My sword is imbued with a powerful magic too and she is tied to the shadows. Can you use it as a focus to cast a spell that would have the non soldier people sleep and not be able to wake up during a whole night? Is such a spell possible ?"
As Algernon gently bent the dark elven women over the bottom of the bed the women took in a slow inhale of breath, feeling his thick member move its way into her rear which caused her to moan out, When he had first taken her from behind it had caused her a great amount of pain for it was not a position the elven did. However over the years and the many nights that came in them The women had gotten rather use to it.. The pleasure was beginning to over power her each night. With each hard thrust he sent into her slender form the elven women let out a groan of pleasure, her white lashes fluttering before she felt him lift her up and drop her on the bed completely now she could feel where the bedpost had dug into her stomach but she didn't him. As she felt him enter her vaginal cannal she let his arms wrap around her and pull her close, her head fell back as she grunted out in pleasure before allowing him to take her in other positions before finally he'd reached his climax as she hers.
Once she'd made sure he was comfortable the naked elven women placed herself at his side and began to massage his tight back. Listening to his words as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his shoulder blades then laid down beside him once he asked her of a spell. "Pulling magic from the shadows can put many lives in danger Algernon havn't I said this before? There is no way to tell if putting them to sleep for the night would allow them to ever wake up again... Let alone what it may do to the caster..." She breathed and pressed her lips to his shoulder once more.
Once she'd made sure he was comfortable the naked elven women placed herself at his side and began to massage his tight back. Listening to his words as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his shoulder blades then laid down beside him once he asked her of a spell. "Pulling magic from the shadows can put many lives in danger Algernon havn't I said this before? There is no way to tell if putting them to sleep for the night would allow them to ever wake up again... Let alone what it may do to the caster..." She breathed and pressed her lips to his shoulder once more.
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Algernon was a great leader but, as a human, magic didn't come naturally to him and he was the first to admit he would make a poor magician if he ever tried to learn it. As she explained the danger of any magic coming from the shadows, he remembered he had a hard tme considering magical items or tools as anything more than...items and tools while, in fact, they were close to living creatures.
Which ws paradoxal since his own bastard sword sucked th ecolor out of his hair and he witnessed countless times the horrid look on his enemies as the blade too their life. Most disturbing was its hability to even kill someone by striking at his shadow.
"if we can't find a way to keep the people out of the battle, there will be collateral dammages as I can't possibly tell my men to spare non soldier people if they confront them and they will. " he said, still pondering on the possibilities. "but it's true I don't want you hurt either."
He added, closing his eyes as she kissed his shoulderblades.
"or we warn them. We tell the people we will attack their king but not them and ask them to remain in their house. We would appear as noble as possible but also warn our enemies of when we will attack. Quite the double edged sword."
Which ws paradoxal since his own bastard sword sucked th ecolor out of his hair and he witnessed countless times the horrid look on his enemies as the blade too their life. Most disturbing was its hability to even kill someone by striking at his shadow.
"if we can't find a way to keep the people out of the battle, there will be collateral dammages as I can't possibly tell my men to spare non soldier people if they confront them and they will. " he said, still pondering on the possibilities. "but it's true I don't want you hurt either."
He added, closing his eyes as she kissed his shoulderblades.
"or we warn them. We tell the people we will attack their king but not them and ask them to remain in their house. We would appear as noble as possible but also warn our enemies of when we will attack. Quite the double edged sword."
The Elf found herself puzzled at the man's words as she rested her temple against his shoulder a moment then she raised her head up to look at the small hole in the roof of their tent to see it was almost mid day, perhaps just a few hours after mid day.. The elf had trouble deciding based on the shadows it made in the tent. Letting out a soft sigh she turned her head of white curls back to her lord and gently ran her finger's along his skin. "Then we warn the right people... and use the shadows to hide in..." She began but then an Idea sparked in her mind and she sat up slowly and looked around. Her bare breasts falling back into place along her beautiful form. "No... We shouldn't go at night..." She began and turned her eyes towards Algernon before she moved closer to him. "When I was a teenager My father told me of how the druids took over the light elven kingdom... Naturally the Druid do not like the day time... There for The Light elven folk didn't think there would be an attack during the day..." She began and felt her lips twitch with a smile. "You normally attack just before sunset.. When an enemies shadow is the longest... Their shadows are the same two hours after mid day... We go into the village in the morning... dressed like regulars... They won't realize its us until we step foot in the castle.. by then... The guards wouldn't be able to stop you..." She spoke and then bit her lip a moment.