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What
brought Valandil to the capital city of Sachakan
was the thrill of the chase. He had heard that the next clue to
uncovering his families fortunes would be found here and he was not about to
leave until it was in his hands once again. Now in his 50’s, the 7 foot tall
blonde elf paced from the docks and found himself in a busy market place. To
get here had not been easy. He had just spent the last few months crossed the
tortuous Tyrolean
Sea and after months of
sailing had finally arrived.
As he teased his way through the market, in an attempt to find lodgings for the night, he came across a stall that quite obviously belonged to a slave trader as the people around the stall were chained to poles with their arms above their heads naked as the day they were born, except their harnesses that went round their feet, waist and wrists. They were not going anywhere, he thought. He started to move on, as if to give the display no more of his time, when he observed another of his kind, also, chained to a pole. What was an elf doing here and in particular as a slave? he considered.
As he teased his way through the market, in an attempt to find lodgings for the night, he came across a stall that quite obviously belonged to a slave trader as the people around the stall were chained to poles with their arms above their heads naked as the day they were born, except their harnesses that went round their feet, waist and wrists. They were not going anywhere, he thought. He started to move on, as if to give the display no more of his time, when he observed another of his kind, also, chained to a pole. What was an elf doing here and in particular as a slave? he considered.
The day was like any other day in her current
existence. Her newest owner was in his stall trying to hawk wares and she was
chained close by in nothing but her skin. Her owner claimed it brought in the
customers, but she knew he delighted in wanting to humiliate and degrade her.
Unfortunately, Kos wasn’t all that modest
about her body. Being naked didn’t bother her in the least bit, and she stood
chained without the least bit of chagrin. Life as a slave was all she
remembered, and she was used to various forms of dress or lack of, depending on
who owned her lately.
The only thing that marred her well-toned and trim body was fresh whip marks across her shoulders and back. Her owner last night had become frustrated with her lack of response to his use of her and had beat her with a whip until he was so excited he spewed his cream everywhere. He then beat her a bit more for him not getting to her in time to release it inside her somewhere. She moved a bit stiffly from the pain, but otherwise showed no signs that she was hurt or in any kind of discomfort.
She saw the tall man stop and look inside the stall, and she saw him start to leave only to stop again and look at her. She studied him without much interest, until she saw he had pointed ears like her. She wondered who he was and where he came from. Were there actually others like herself out in the world?
The only thing that marred her well-toned and trim body was fresh whip marks across her shoulders and back. Her owner last night had become frustrated with her lack of response to his use of her and had beat her with a whip until he was so excited he spewed his cream everywhere. He then beat her a bit more for him not getting to her in time to release it inside her somewhere. She moved a bit stiffly from the pain, but otherwise showed no signs that she was hurt or in any kind of discomfort.
She saw the tall man stop and look inside the stall, and she saw him start to leave only to stop again and look at her. She studied him without much interest, until she saw he had pointed ears like her. She wondered who he was and where he came from. Were there actually others like herself out in the world?
He walked
towards her and started to look her over. Her firm but alluring physique was
something to behold. “Does she bite?” he asked as he turned his head to the
merchant. “Ask her yourself” he barked “she understand the local tongue well
enough.” he remarked. Stunned by the ‘wonderful’ customer service that he was
experiencing, he turned his full attentions to the slave. “Tell me, slave, are
you likely to bite me if I were to start to examine you?”
Kos looked at him, studying him as he came up to her. He was tall, way taller than her five foot eight inch frame; she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. She continued her studying of him as he spoke to her current owner and was treated rudely. When he looked down at her she cocked a brow at him but still stayed silent, even as he asked his question. There was no hostility in her eyes or manner, just open curiosity.
She drank in the site of another so much like herself. His green eyes were beautiful, like new grown leaves and seemed kind and gentle. But she had been tricked in the past by appearances. Better the demon you know then one you didn’t? Perhaps, but did she really want to stay with the beast she was currently owned by? She was full of other questions as well, but her instinctive need to avoid notice was too ingrained in her to speak or react to him. Finally her eyes drop to the ground and she waits to see what he will do.
Seeing her drop her head displeased him a little, but he smiled at her to reassure her that he meant her no harm.
It was customary to examine the stock before purchasing, he did not like doing it, but her owner would think it strange if he did not do at least the basics. As he started to move his soft large hands over her smooth but tight skin, he began to see her as more of an equal than as a slave. This was not befitting an elf of her quality. What had brought her here?
He moved his hands to her chest and examined her breasts. They were quite perfect as was the rest of her upper body. He looked into her eyes and asked her owner politely “Please, could you remove her leg restraints so I can examine her further.” With a snap of a leaver the restraints were unfastened and her legs were free. Still looking into her eyes he instructed “Please could you open your legs as I wish to do the last series of examinations?”
She didn’t flinch or move as he started his examining of her, she had been through it more times than she could remember and it no longer affected her. She did raise her eyes enough to look at him and watch his reactions. When he looked into her eyes, hers seemed to search his for something, but then it was like a veil dropped and they lost all expression. It was as if her true self peeked out for a moment again, only to duck back behind a wall of some sort.
She obediently opened her legs and let him finish his examinations. Again, there was no reaction from her, though she did maintain eye contact for as long as he did. Her owner’s lack of civility to this other like her, and his anger with her for the night before was going to make her expensive for him to buy. She wondered if he’d bother, same as they were or not.
Just as he moved his eyes from her to explore the quality of what lay between her legs, he was certain that he caught a flash of something familiar within her eyes, but before it came to him it was gone again. He sighed a little and then promptly continued with his examination only occasionally reflecting on the misery of this woman as he kneeled down to examine her lips before pushing his thumb inside her. Like her breasts, he found her lower extremities to be off a particular high standard and upon removing his thumb, he found that he could not help himself but to taste her as he removed his thumb and placed it in his month. Her taste was only comparable to the finest honeys of home.
For that moment he paused savoring every part of that flavour that he could. He then with the thumb still wet turned her around and slowly pushed it into her anus. He left it there for a few seconds until finally removing it and requesting a towel. Pleased, he went over the owner and said confidently “How much for the elven slave? As I wish to take her away from this place this very day.”
There was much haggling as the price was dropped a little more with each gesture of the elf’s hand. As if he was somehow manipulating the owner in some way. After a few minutes the elf returned with a blanket and a key. He unlocked her hand and waist restraints and remarked “You are with me now” he handed her the blanket “put this on.”
She watched him as he examined her womanhood. She didn’t visibly react to his thumb inside her, but evidently her body still produced the honey that came from there as he next put his thumb in his mouth taking in her taste. When he turned her around, she quickly forced her body to completely relax just before his thumb entered her anus. She’d learned long ago it hurt less if she wasn’t tense. She didn’t move from how he’d left her, except her head slightly to watch the haggling.
Kos was stunned to say the least that he’d bought her. She was quick to wrap the blanket around herself once she was freed of her restraints. She looked up at him waiting for directions on what to do next. This tall man possibly of her people had just bought her. What would her life be like now? He had so far been kind and gentle with her, but once behind closed doors would that change?
Giving her a moment to realize her new fate he finally spoke and took her hand. “Come let us find shelter for the night as for the morning we have much to achieve and not much time to do it in.” Whilst on the search for an inn, Valandil took the young woman around the many stores that littered the roads and assisted her in finding new clothes. The first place of interest was a leatherworker, who custom made fine brown leather garments. Valandil instructed his new companion to try on the items that he picked for her.
After many an attempt to find the right sizes, Valandril had purchased for her boots, that went up just below her knee, bracers that covered her lower arms and a waist coat that just about covered her breasts. He instructed her to wrap the blanket around her mid-section before finding a tailor who was selling pants. He picked out a pair of knee length trousers for her and asked her to try them on and then asked “Do you like them? … “ at that he realized that she had not a name as yet. Perhaps she already had one. So he asked “Tell me companion, what should I call you?”
Kos tried on many things at her new owner’s bidding. Eventually she was outfitted in finer clothes than she’d ever seen in her life. She was rather shocked by the whole experience. No master before had even bothered to see if what they gave her fit, let alone have the items be more than merely rags. She looked up at him with much gratitude and gave him a nod at his question of her liking them. Her voice was barely a whisper as she told him what she had always been called. “Kos.” She looked down at the ground once more. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this level of kindness, having never encountered it before.
Her head suddenly snapped upright and swiveled until she focused in on something. “Ow that hurts! What are you doing? Why?” She was suddenly off like a shot. Being small and wiry, she darted through the crowd easily.
Suddenly she came to a skidding stop on her knees and wrapped her arms around something small and reptilian just as a whip cracked down, hitting her square across the back. She flinched slightly, but made no sound. “Shhh. I won’t let them hurt you no more.”
“Who are you?”
“A friend.” Voices could be heard raised in shock, anger, and amazement as this waif of a child was wrapped around the vicious little beast, and took a whip without a sound. In truth the creature was a small baby dragon, neither vicious or dangerous yet, just lost and lonely. Kos had heard the dragon’s call and responded. Lost and alone herself, well maybe no longer alone, since one of her kind had just bought her.
He found that it pleased him a great deal to know that she liked the garments and upon hearing her name he smiled back at her and as they walked once again down the street, he mentioned that he would like to be called Valandil.
Suddenly she was off. He tried to grab her as she darted off but he was not fast enough. “Kos wait” he yelled, knowing that she clearly had no intention of stopping; he jumped onto the rooftops so to not loose her in the crowd and followed her down the street. She did not run for long as he had to make a sudden stop. He could see a crowd formed around her, so he jumped from the roof tops just a few centimeters from her side. With all he could muster, he bellowed “Leave her alone, she is my companion, if you touch her again you will have my fury to deal with and I assure you all you do not want that.” He turned his head to the one with the whip and stared at him furiously. At that the whip set on fire and crumbled to the ground. The crowd soon dispersed in shock at his words and of what had just occurred. He then turned to Kos to comfort her. “Kos? What possessed you to run off like that?” he said with a little more calm in his voice. As he looked at her he could clearly see the creature that was within her arms.
The dragon snaked his head down and around the small two legged creature wrapped around him to peer at the latest thing to go on around him. His head reared back slightly as the tall two legged bellowed at those around them. His head cocked slightly as the creature approached his creature. He gave a slight hiss at his approach, but backed off as he realized the tall one wasn’t hostile. “Who is this? Another friend?”
“I… I do not yet know. He just bought me and is my new owner.”
The dragon’s head dipped back down and then up and now cocked to look at her in an odd angle within her arms. Her eyes were tight shut, as if she were waiting for a beating. His head dipped and he peeked out from under her arm at the tall one as he spoke gently to his two legged. He disappeared and nudged her gently. “He is speaking to you.”
Kos slowly opened her eyes and raised her head even slower to look at her owner. Her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at him. She knew she had no right, he’d already been overly kind to her, but she prayed to whatever Gods might be listening that he had just a bit more kindness in him to buy and free the dragon from this savagery he was caught in.
Fearing no further danger for his new companion, he knelt down before her as if the create an element of submissiveness. He moved his hand to her chin slowly and used it to tilt her head so that her eyes met his. Before speaking, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You need to begin to stop fearing me. I mean you no harm.” He smiled at her warmly and continued “The only thing that I ask of you is that when I speak to you, you need to learn to respond verbally, as I do not usually like to repeat myself and from what little I have heard of your voice so far, it is quite beautiful and when you speak, speak with more confidence. I do not wish to have to strain to here you anymore.” He smiled at her again as if to suggest that there will be no beating today. The fact of the matter was that he would rather beat himself than harm a hair on her head. He knew she had been through quite enough in her life up to this point and it was time for a new tack.
He waited for the tension in her body to relax a little before he turned his attention to the dragon. “Now Mister Dragon, what are we to call you and what can I do to assist you in your hour of need?”
Kos studied his face. Her eyes darted all over it studying him closely. She must have seen something to reassure her for she suddenly relaxed, her arms sliding along the dragon to wrap around his neck loosely. The dragon turned and nuzzled her briefly. ”He doesn’t seem a bad sort. Very kind to you.” His head swiveled to look at the tall two legged. ”Tell him my name is Weloth. And what do you two call yourselves anyway?”
”I am called Kos. His name is Valandil.” The dragon didn’t miss the subtle difference she made between their names. His name was, she was called. Clearly she didn’t consider Kos a name really, just what others chose to call her and she’d come to accept. He gave her a nudge to remind her to speak. Kos turned her face slightly and peeked at her owner from around her hair. “He says his name is Weloth.” She paused slightly, and then rushed on. “Please, Master, could you free him from this imprisonment? I know I have no right to ask…” She trailed off and dropped her gaze to the ground.
Pleased that his words calmed her a little, Valandil tried to reassure her still further. “You have the right to ask whatever you wish of me. You are my companion, not my slave.” He smiled at her with compassion in his eyes. “It is for me to decide if what you ask is something that I can do.”
Wishing to please her, he looked at the dragon and remarked “Good, pleased to meet you Weloth.” He turned his attention back to his companion and concluded “Now let us see about freeing your new pet, shall we Kos?” He looked around as if in search of something. He then turned to the dragon once again and whilst he looked into the dragons eyes he spoke to Kos. “Tell me Kos, who does he belong too so that I can purchase him for you?”
Kos blinked and looked up at Valadil with surprise clear on her face. She looked as if she was about to speak then dropped her head again, confused. Not his slave? But he’d just bought her; of course she was his slave. One did not buy someone and then just free them, that was not how the world worked, at least not that she’d ever noticed. She was pulled from her whirl of confused thoughts by Valadil’s voice once more asking her a question.
Cocking her head she looked to the dragon, having no idea who currently had him. ”Pet? Not likely, you are my Two Legged.” She gave a small smile at that. Long since used to being claimed thusly by dragons, it didn’t even cause her to blink. Dragon’s looked at things far different than Humans did or Others as well. ”Tell him it is the man over by the stall glaring our way. The one dressed in the pants and tunic of gold and red.”
Kos peered around and spotted the man easily. Turning back to Valadil she speaks again. “Weloth says that it is the man to our left, next to the stall in red and gold.”,
“Right you are then, dear companion.” At that he stood and said “Wait right here, I will not be more than a minute.” Before he left, he felt it important to satisfy the confusion, he had observed in her face, regarding his remark about her now being his companion, so he explained. “I bought you, from that dreadful man, because I sensed you needed to be free and to be quite honest, I find myself quite drawn to you. I do not know why, as yet, so I thought we could figure that out together.”
Once he had spoken, he walked over to the man who had been pointed out by Kos and spent a few seconds discussing the dragon with the man. After a few moments the man seemed to be gesturing that he just take the dragon and get it out of his sight. Upon his return to Kos’ side he stated to the dragon so Kos could hear “It is done you now belong to dear Kos here.”
Kos sat there stunned. He had actually bought her to free her. But why? Weloth gave her a hard nudge. ”He is good to you, you should be happy.”
Kos shook her head. ”All I have known is being owned by another. Any life I had before that doesn’t exist. I…” She stops as Valadil returns and looks up at him. She rises to her feet; a hand stays on the dragon. “I… thank you, Mas- um, Valadil. But…” She stops as she is roughly shoved by Weloth.
”Can we please go before the other changes his mind?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kos looks to Valadil., “Did you know where we are staying?” She thought she remembered him saying something about finding lodging, but she could have misremembered. She had an anxious look, like she expected the dragon to be taken away at any time suddenly.
Looking at the man who he had just been bartering with for a moment before turning his attention back to Kos, he concurred “Yes I think you are right, I do not know how long the spell will work on him….“ He paused for a second, as he realized he may have said to much. “Yes” he paused again as though deep in thought. “You are right we were looking for lodging weren’t we? So let’s find somewhere to rest for the evening.”
He took her hand and gestured forward. After a few yards he had an idea. He turned to his companion and suggested. “Tell me, dear companion, have you been in the city long and if so do you know of a place where you would like us to stay in for the night?”
”Oh ho, a mage is he? Interesting. I will have to get to know this one better.” Kos blinked at both Valadil’s comment and Weloth’s. She couldn’t make up her mind who to respond to first. She was a bit uncomfortable with the hand holding, something none of her past owners had done either. The dragon ambled along on the other side of her and she kept a hand on his neck as they walked.
She blinked owlishly at him when he stopped and asked for her opinion on a place to stay. “I… uh…. Well, I have been here a few moon dances now, but…” She looks down, she was a slave, it wasn’t like she could pick an Inn and stay at it. Was this a subtle cruelty by him, seeming kind, but asking her for things she could not give him answers too? A constant reminder of her status in life?
Weloth nuzzled her again, sensing her distress. She gave him a gentle rub on the head, tears pricked her eyes. She’d far rather be beaten, physical abuse heals eventually. Mental though, that lasted a life time, and rarely healed. ”Stop. He is not cruel. I can sense these things you know. He truly is concerned for your well-being.” Kos gave Weloth a tiny smile but make no comment.
“Please continue your sentence, as we are in no hurry, even though I am sure you would not have been in such places, you must have seen them during your station here?” Wishing only to include her in the discussion making, however, seemed to have backfired as he could see that his questions upset her. So he changed direction in the conversation.
He stopped on the path and taking her hands in his and whilst looking to her eyes he smiled at her warmly. “Do not be concerned, I am sure we will find a lodging together. Come let us take this road up here to the left as there is a sign which seems to suggest that there is an Inn down that road.”
She brought her gaze to his when he took her hands. “I do not really know. I spent my time either in the market stall or at my past owner’s home, with travel only being between the two.” She started to drop her gaze again, becoming uncomfortable with direct eye contact going on for so long. But his next comments brought her eyes back to his. She gave him a nod and then moved off up the road with him.
”See. I told you. I know these things.” Kos looked side long at Weloth, but still made no comment back. Valadil was being so kind, but then they were still in public. Once he’d finally secured a room, and they were tucked away in it, things could change. As they grew closer to the Inn, she grew more nervous about how he would be in private. “Would you stop already. He is neither cruel nor evil. He likes you, and just wants what is best for you.”
”I am a slave, of course he likes me. He can do what he wants with me, and I cannot refuse since he owns me.” Kos snapped a bit in her reply to Weloth, not a normal reaction out of her, but she was finding herself more uncertain with Valadil than with any previous owner she’d ever had. Weloth just made an odd sound and ambled on, not saying anything more. He hoped in time she’d figure things out.
It did not take long for the three of them to arrive at the door to the inn. “Ready?” he said in a more rhetorical way than actual as he opened the large dark oak door to what appeared to be a reception area.
Before crossing the threshold, he turned to her as he could feel a slight shake in her hand and commented “Now for the big question Kos, are you listening?” He paused to wait for some acknowledgment and the continued in a soothing manner “Would you like to share a room with me or would you like a room to yourself with your dragon? It is up to you of course as I would not like you to feel as though you do not have a choice in the matter.”
Kos looked at him warily at first, and then looked positively pole axed at his separate rooms question. Had she done something wrong? Weloth, that had to be it, her responding to him and trying to help him. She was a slave, she shouldn’t have done so. She started to huddle in on herself only to be bowled over by Weloth. Weloth then rose up on his hind legs and tried to wing smack Valadil, but only got his shoulder, the Elf being so damned tall and all. Dropping back to all fours, it was clear the dragon was glaring at both of them. A rather comical sight to behold. ”Tell him one room, two beds.”
Kos looked up from her prone position at Weloth, and shook her head at his demand. Weloth made a disgruntled noise really wishing the tall two legged could hear him. Or better yet, that he was old enough to be able to speak aloud, something he wouldn’t be able to do for at least another couple years. ”Two Legged, just tell him two beds, one room. You will be more at ease this way, and he gets the feeling of not pushing you into anything. Trust me, it will work out.” He padded up to her and gave her a fond nuzzle. ”Please, for my peace of mind.”
Kos looked up at Valadil finally. “Weloth says…” A low growl came from the dragon and she swallows hastily and changes what she was about to say. “Can we get one room with two beds?” Her head drops back down while she waits for an answer. Weloth gives her a lick. ”See. That wasn’t so hard.”
“Of course we can, on one condition” he commented “You try and break the habit of dropping your head when you have finished talking. You are not a slave anymore. I have bought your freedom to do as you please. Remember?”
At that, he continued on towards the desk where a small man with a very large beard was sitting working on what seemed to be a ledger of some kind. “Excuse me good sir. I wish for myself and my companion along with her pet to take lodgings in your fine establishment.
The man looked up slowly from his ledger and responded kindly “And how many rooms or beds would you like?”
“One room with two beds, if such a room were to be available of course.” The elf responded.
The man, span on his chair and took one of the long keys of the wall from behind him. Room three, up the stairs and to the right.” Valadril took the key and threw it to Kos. “You can go up if you like?” he said warmly, to his companion. “Now before you go,” said the inn keeper “how many nights would you like to stay, so I can keep this book as accurate as possible?” Valandil considered this for a moment and then suggested “I am not sure at the moment good sir, shall we say a week for now and I will pay in advance should I be called away prematurely.”
The man raised an eyebrow. No one paid in advance he would have to write in another column for that. He signed and held out his hand to gesture for the money. The elf dropped a large coin in the man’s hand and said “Should that be sufficient?” The man’s eyes widened as he nodded in agreement.
Kos seemed to pull back slightly from his words, a flinch, just the tinniest bit. Twice now he’d said she was free. If true, what was she to do? She no longer knew any other life. She was starting to panic when Weloth gave her a nudge again. ”Stop, just take it a day at a time. Besides, it’s not like his request is unreasonable. He could have asked far worse of you.” Calming slightly from the dragon’s attentions, Kos looked up to watch Valadil move across the room.
She never even tried to catch the flying key, Weloth had to snap it out of the air and then drop it into her hand. He nudged her towards the stairs to get her moving. Once in motion she easily moved up the stairs and soon located their room. She fumbled a bit with the key, but soon had the door unlocked and she and Weloth entered. It was huge, easily accommodating the two large beds leaving much walking room as well. There was a large fire place at the side of the room facing towards the foot of the beds.
Kos moves quickly to it and gets a small fire going. When she is done she stands in the middle of the room a bit lost as to what to do now. Weloth though curls up before the fireplace and soon is asleep. The two Two Leggeds could sort things out between themselves for a bit, he was tired. Kos looks over at the dragon and realizes he’s sound asleep. She wraps her arms around her middle and just stands there, looking sightlessly at him, lost in thought.
Once he had dealt with the inn keeper he was upstairs like a shot. The door to Room Three was ajar, so he slowly opened the door just enough for him to gain access. To his relief, she was not getting undress. He had of course seen her naked already but now that she was his companion, things felt a little different. It was not proper to find a lady naked unless she was inviting him in, he thought.
To his surprise, he found her just standing there in the room, as if waiting for her next order. He tried again to relax her “I was not ordering you to go to the room, I thought you would like to get comfortable and rest for a while.” He walked towards the linen cupboard and pulled out an extra sheet. “Here” he prompted “You can get changed if you would like.” He looked at the sheet and continued “This sheet here can be fashioning into a temporary robe, whilst you are in the room.” He gestured over to the on-suite “Please, you can use that room to get changed if you like. I will also change while you are in there. I will knock once I am decent, so that we do not have any embarrassing moment, alright?”
Kos whirled around at the sound of Valadil’s voice. She took a small step backwards, nearly colliding with the dragon. She watched his every move as he spoke. Finally an arm still wrapped tightly around her middle, snaked out and took the sheet he held out to her. She gave him an odd look, but didn’t argue. She was far more comfortable in silence than as a chatterer.
She dutifully retreated to the room he’d indicated. Once there, she took time to carefully take off each item she wore and fold them and stack it all together. She was very careful not to let anything get the least bit marred. She eyed the sheet he’d handed her, not really sure what he wanted her to do with it. She finally carefully set her folded clothes atop to sheet to better protect them. She then looked around the room curiously until his knock came.
He watched Kos close the door and then once he was alone he began to slowly remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Once naked, he put them on the dresser.
Like he did for Kos, he took a sheet and wrapped it around him. Once dressed, he found that he could hear nothing from the other room, so he walked over to the door. He tapped on the door with his hand and called his companion “Kos, you can come out now if you are ready to rest.”
Kos scooped up the clothes wrapped in the sheet and grabbed the boots that sat off to the side. She carefully balanced everything while she opened the door and stepped out. She eyed Valadil briefly before looking around; she spotted his clothes sitting on the dresser in the room. She stepped lightly over and put the things she carried on the floor next to the dresser. As she stood back up she realized her shoulders and back were a bit sorer from the vest she’d been wearing, not to mention the whip across her back earlier.
She gently rolled her shoulders. The scabbed over whip marks from her last owner crackled a bit, but fortunately none opened. She then moved over to Weloth and looked like she was getting ready to curl up next to him on the floor. She found a place where she’d be less likely to get kicked or scratched and squatted down.
The door opened and out she came. To his obvious surprise she was now naked. He watched in awe as she moved past him as he breathed her in. Of course she was naked, he thought, it was after all how he found her wasn’t it. He smiled as he watched her busy herself and put her clothes next to dresser.
Just as she was about to settle next to her dragon, he cough and commented “Kos would not you at least try your bed before decided to rest on the floor and before you do perhaps there is something I can do for your marks on your skin. Please come here would you?”
Kos’s head snapped around to look at him wide eyed for a moment, and then her expression went back to her normal blank one. She gracefully rose from her squat and walked over to him. She craned her head back to look up at him for a heartbeat, and then she brought her head back to stare at his lower chest region. He didn’t want her looking at the floor then she would look straight ahead as often as possible.
Her eyes did flit to the beds briefly. To actually be allowed to sleep in one would be pure bliss. She’d never been granted such luxury before. She had been in beds before, just not for sleeping. She waited patiently on him, suppressing the urge to go try which ever bed he’d give her.
He tried not to make it sound like an order, because he was sure she had had quite enough of being told what to do, but he could not have her sleeping on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed for her.
But first, before she was to choose her bed, he wanted to do something nice for her. “Please do not move, sweet girl, as I need to concentrate for a moment. Do not be scared as for what I am about to do for you is heal your skin.”
He then began to try and explain the process. “You will most likely feel a tingling feeling covering your skin and do not be frightened when you start to rise from the floor. Simply just relax until you are lying on the bed.” He then sat on the floor and crossed his legs. Putting his palms together, he began to whisper. After a few moments, he then came out of his trance and looked at her. “Now before we start, if that is what you want me to do, please choose the bed you wish to sleep in for me. Do not go over to it just point for me.”
She stood quietly while he spoke, listening and wondering for a moment. Then she realized he would be using magic on her. She watches him curiously as he sits and speaks very quietly. Her head snapped back a bit as he told her to choose a bed. She shook her head for a moment, panic trying to set in again as he attempted to force her once more out of safe boundaries. Panic clawed at her as she started looking wildly around. Why couldn’t he just be a proper owner and tell her what to do and where to go? Suddenly she darted by him, heading for the room she’d taken her clothes off in.
As she ran by him, he muttered a few words and with a flick of his finger he was standing yet again. He turned swiftly and faced the door in which his companion was about to go through. “Stop! please” he commanded. He relaxed his shoulders and continued “What are you doing?” he questioned. “Please come back to me so I can help you.”
Valadil’s command to stop caused her to come to a halt, unfortunately not before she slammed into the doorway and rebounded backwards. His sudden order had startled her causing her to jerk and miss the entry completely. Moving like a snake, she whipped her body around until she had her balance once more; she stood facing him when all was done. She stared at his chest, afraid to look up at him. Hesitantly she finally moved to stand before him again. She stared at his upper belly area, trembling slightly, and waiting for the beating she deserved for disobeying what he had wanted earlier. As well as not answering him now. She just couldn’t speak; she couldn’t explain to him her sudden need to hide. She really didn’t understand it herself.
Slightly disappointed in her but still concerned for her safety and wellbeing, he pointed to the bed to her left “Just take that one over there and get some rest.”
He went over to his bed and removed his robes. He was too tired to care if she saw him naked. Maybe that was what he wanted. A level playing field, so to speak.
He then turned to her and with a twist of his wrist, he muttered quietly to himself. “You will find that you cannot move. Do not be afraid. Stay calm my dear, please.” At that, she began to rise from the ground and started to hover towards her bed. He watched her travel as he moved himself onto his bed. He knelt softly on his bed, as he manipulated the space around her to position her carefully lying flat just a few inches from the surface of her bed.
Now he paused and with a push of his arms he forced his hands in her direction. Particles of light began to envelop her as the magic did its work on her wounds. As the process continued her body turned slowly until the process was concluded. Once finished, he dropped her to the soft bed.
Wrapping her arms around herself, and watched him as he undressed. At least he seemed put together much like any other male, so there was nothing different there. Kos had just started to move to the bed he indicated as hers when she felt herself halted and unable to move. Panic rose in her again, until Valadil spoke. It calmed slightly, but her heart still raced frantically while she was moved by a force outside herself. She tumbled through the air as her wounds healed, they itched like mad and she desperately wished she could scratch.
Finally landing on the bed with a loud whoosh of escaped air, she looks over at him, her eyes wide. At least the itching had finally stopped before it drove her mad. She lay there like that staring at him, too uncertain to move just yet. She waited to see if he had more orders for her.
He watched her watching him kneeling there with his naked body fully exposed to her. He took in her body once again, he had done a good job. She was perfect now. She could start a new life if she wished. With or without him. He hope it would be with, but it was her choice. ‘Her choice’ kept going through his mind as he focused on her curves. “Now you can sleep, either with me or on your own.” The next six words floated off his tongue as if to manipulate her into believing it to be true and those words were “It is your choice of course.”
She blinked as she watched him watching her watching him. She gave her head a bit of a shake and blinked again. That kind of thought chasing could get confusing real quick. She quickly looked at him as he spoke. She took the first as an order, the second she ignored. Regardless of how much he’d try to make her think she had choices, she knew better. She moved to climb out of bed and it started bouncing. Her light weight made the bouncing raise her off the bed a few inches.
Kos wiggles a bit and finds herself bouncing slightly higher. A sudden grin lit her face and she bounced around on the bed for a bit until she tumbled right onto the floor with another loud escaping of air. She scrambled back from the bed on her backside and hands and feet, looking at it as if it had suddenly become a monster and wanted to attack her. When she smacked her head on Valadil’s bed she was quick as a cat to scramble up it and over him. She peeked back at the other bed around his body, looking for all the world like she fully expected an attack any moment.
It amused him a great deal to see her having so such fun as she bounced on the bed. He watched her body softly ripple with each jump. Her breasts moved slightly as he floated in midair. He was quite transfixed the more he watched her bouncing, until finally she stopped when she dropped to the floor.
Once next to him all he could say to her was “Your safe now. There is nothing to fear. Come lie with me.” The feel of her soft skin, as she brushed passed him, as she scrambled over him, still made his skin tingle.
Kos peered up at Valadil with mild disbelief, and then glanced back at the offending bed. She gave a soft snort and looked back at him. She finally turned away from the evil bed and lay down, curling into a ball. Her back was to him as she settled in. She waited to see what he would do now.
At the sight of her next to him, so peaceful, he moved his eyes down her curled up body. What made her want to leave that bed so quickly? Whatever it was, she had come to him by her own will. Yes, she had her back to him, but he was sure that she seemed to be waiting for something to happen and happen it did.
He moved close enough to touch her. Her skin was finally healed, he had seen to that. The emotional scars would take longer. He wanted to show her nothing but happiness, but he was not naïve, and he knew that he could not protect her from all the evil that there was in this world, but he would do his best to try.
As he touched her back and ran his finger down her spine, he felt his cock harden. He felt his heart beat faster as the blood to his organ increase. He sighed to try and relieve his excitement, whether that would work he would have to wait and see.
Kos’s skin twitched at his touch, much like a horse’s does trying to get rid of a pesky fly. She herself didn’t move though, not until Valadil sighed. This caused her to shift slightly. Her upper body twisted so she could look at him. Her head cocked slightly as she studied the tenseness about him. She recognized the signs, and finished rolling over. She laid there quietly, no expression, no arguments or attempts to move away. He was her owner and she obviously had a duty to perform.
Touching her did not have the desired affect to begin with, but in time she did turn and look at him. He watched her, as she twisted around to face him.
Seeing her study him, at his most vulnerable only increased his excitement. His cock twitched as she examined him. “Tell me Kos, what do you think of when you see me like this?”
Kos studied Valadil a bit longer, but before she can speak, Weloth sounded in her head. ”Do not tell him something stupid.” Her expression was suddenly one of confusion. She became increasingly agitated and upset. “I do not understand what you want, Mas- Valadil.” The groan in her head made her cringe. Evidently that was something stupid. The look of panic from earlier entered her face and her eyes darted frantically again. It was plain to see she was about to bolt once more.
He had seen that look before, in the market when she ran to save Weloth. Without thinking, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her closer to him. He held both of her arms behind her back and with his hand still there he held them steady. With his other hand, he lifted her chin until it almost touched his and then he kissed her. He then pulled away from her face a little, with his passion for her burning into his soul; he remarked “What I want has nothing to do with the question, Kos. I asked you what you thought of when you see me like this. So I would like an answer.”
Kos gave a small strangled sound when Valadil grabbed her, but she quickly relaxed. Panic receded when he kissed her. This she finally understood. She became calm and compliant, kissing him back. She frowned at him slightly when he pulled back and spoke again. Tension once more filled her body at his words, but before panic could once more set in Weloth sounded once more.
”Oh for the love of the First Egg. Kos would you just tell him he is an attractive, good looking Elf. His voice receded with much rumbling and grumbling about disturbed sleep.
Kos blinked and looked almost ready to cry just then. Kos. Girl. Weloth had used it as its actual meaning, not as a name to call her. The dragon’s ill temper hurt, but she pushed it away. Her eyes drop from Valadil’s and she speaks softly, though not so soft that he has to strain to hear her. “You are an attractive, good looking Elf.” Her words sound hollow though, as if someone else said them using her voice.
He smiled gratefully “Thank you Kos” Then he kissed her again, only this time for much longer and with greater passion, as he released his hand that was restraining her arms and let her position herself more comfortably.
After a few moments, he moved his attentions to her neck and began to kiss her softly.
Kos relaxed once more as he started doing things finally that she understood. She kissed him back, and when he released her arms, they came up to wrap around his neck, her fingers caressing his shoulders, neck and back of his head. She responded as she’d been taught to do when lying with a man. Her left hand slid down his back and came around his hip to brush across his groin until it found his hardened manhood. She gently wrapped a hand around it and started stroking in an up and down motion.
She faltered only slightly when he moved to kiss her neck. Shivers as if she was cold went through her body, only she wasn’t cold. This was new. Though uncertain, she managed to return to her task to try to please her owner. He was already upset and disappointed in her. Perhaps she could prove her worth now.
The touch of her hand on his cock was too much. He wanted to give pleasure to his companion first. He pushed her back on the bed and parted her legs. He then moved his head down between her legs. Her smooth flesh was hot as he lightly pushed his face against it. He opened her lips with his tongue and licked the edges before he started to focus on more sensitive parts. Here juices poured into his month as he lightly teased her with his tongue.
She blinked at him owlishly as he pushed her back and stopped her from pleasing him. Had she done something wrong? She watched in confusion as he opened her legs and then moved down in between them. What was he doing? She’d gone down and pleased owners in the past with her mouth, but she wasn’t a guy and couldn’t understand why he was down there.
She squirmed a bit as his face and then his tongue touched her, then her eyes opened wide in shock as his tongue made tingles and shivers suddenly flood her body. She started to tense in uncertainty but then relaxed. He was teaching her something new, she would learn as she was supposed to. Soon she was squirming for entirely different reasons, and was feeling overly hot.
Lapping up her honey as he increased his rhythmic licking of her, he savoured every drop as it dripped onto his tongue. He knew that feeling in her; he has sensed it before in others. She was almost ready. He lightly flicked his tongue for a little while longer until he felt her whole body tighten as her muscles began to spasm. He then lifted his head away as he watched her relax on the bed, twitching.
She stared up at the ceiling wide eyed and completely stunned and trying to process what just happened. Her body throbbed and spasmed from what he’d done to her. Finally, she brought her wide stare to his face. It was clear she had no idea what had just happened really. She blinked at him waiting to see what else he would do, or wanted.
Watching her twist and spasm in front of his made him hard. He needed to spend his load and he wanted her to help him with that. He pulled her towards him and gave her a choice “Now my dear you can do one of three things now. You can either service my cock with your mouth, or," as he pointed between her legs "one of the two down there. As I have said before it is your choice.”
She wasn’t unfamiliar with the three things he’d pointed out to help him find release. She had learned to be adept at all three functions from past owners, as well as other strange things they’d liked. Her problem was that she didn’t know him well enough to please him, and here he was with his stupid choices again. She gave a low growl of frustration, finally fed up with his quirks.
“Master, it matters not, I am skilled in all three. What pleases you best?” It would be odd to have to teach him to be an owner, usually even first time ones figured it out quickly, but he wasn’t. If he beat her now for her impertinence then so be it. She was going to become a nervous wreck if he kept on like this much longer.
Hearing the word master saddened him a little. This was going to take some time for her to feel like an equal, he thought. “Firstly my dear, so to remind you once again, I am nobody’s master. You are my companion and you will always have a choice with me. However, just this once and perhaps from time to time, until you get used to that fact, I will choose for you.”
Just as he finished his little lesson, he gestured with his right hand for her to turn onto her stomach. Once she had done so, he leaned forward a little and moved his arm under her abdomen. Using that arm he lifted up the lower half of her body until she was knelling with her rear end in the air and her head in the pillow. In that position, he could do anything to her. She was exposed she was vulnerable. He looked at her and smiled. He was going to enjoy this and so was she. “Now move your knees apart a little.” Seeing the wetness still prominent within her, he moved forward and teased her lips with the end of his cock. Moving it softly up and down her as the juices coated the tip of pulsating organ.
She almost rolled her eyes at his little speech, but managed to refrain. It wasn’t difficult for her to get situated in the position he wanted, and she waited for him to do as he wished. She was still very sensitive from what he’d done to her earlier, and she wiggled some as he rubbed the head of his shaft over her. A soft sound emerged from her sounding much like a moan.
Seeing that this pleased her greatly satisfied him. He slowly pushed his cock inside her feeling the warm wet juices engulf him as he pushed himself deeper with every second. He could feel his cock enlarging as he did so, which enhanced the feeling of her around his cock as he began to rhythmically move his hips back and forth.
To steady himself, he placed his hands around her tight waist and started to pull her into him, as he pushed himself forward with every stroke. After some time, he found that his rhythm and speed was increasing. His was breathing much heavier now, as he pounded her from behind. Her juices were dripping down him, which only added to his ecstasy.
Tingles through her body, butterflies suddenly taking up residence in her stomach, as he slowly entered her. She’d never had such sensations before with an owner. Before it was a job and a chore to lay with an owner, but this was an entirely new experience. As his speed and thrusts increased, she could feel the tightness build like he’d done to her before. Perhaps it had been his actions previous that were causing these sensations, but she couldn’t be sure. Soon she stopped thinking all together as the tension in her suddenly tightened only to snap in a few short heartbeats later, leaving her shuddering and twitching once more. Another moan, louder this time escaped her.
The animal in him awakened still further, as he leened his upper body over hers. He then moved his right arm around her neck and pulled her up towards him as he gradually moved himself back. Her back was now arched with his arm slowly tightening around her throat. He could hear her breathing becoming more and more constricted as she rasped for air. He held his arm there for a few more moments, as he pushed his cock into her with deeper and deeper strokes. He could feel her tighten around his cock, as he pulled her towards him. Then without any warning, he released her and watched as she fell flat on the bed exhausted. With his cock exposed to the air once again, dripping with her juices, and pulsating greatly, he waited a few seconds before he grabbed her, yet again, and turned her on her back. He then moved forward and lifted her head. His cock was now just inches from her face. She was still breathing heavily, as he opened her month and forced his cock inside.
When he wrapped his arm around her throat, her shuddering increased as the second orgasm she’d ever had intensified and multiplied many fold. Her vision started getting spotty and fuzzy around the edges just as he released her. She dropped bonelessly to the bed, twitching and gasping for air. She made no protest as he flipped her over and then forced his hard member into her mouth.
Long ingrained teachings made her instinctively take over. Her hands came up and grabbed his hips. When he was deep in her mouth, she held him still for a few heartbeats to swallow several times. She then pushed his hips away and brought him back for several strokes before she pushed him back until only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She then proceeded to hungrily suck on it. After several heartbeats of that, she once more pulled him towards her and pushed him away, setting up a rhythm to help him find release.
The feelings in him intensified, as she serviced his cock. The tension in him built until he could take it no longer. Her technique brought it to a close quickly as he exploded, releasing his gift until finally he could kneel no more as he collapsed onto the bed. Moments later he turned over and went to hug her. He hoped that she had enjoyed him as much as he had enjoyed her.
Once his release came, she swallowed every bit of his seed. Once he collapsed off of her she lay there a moment then rolled over and curled up once more. She thought on all that had happened throughout the day up to this finally conclusion. She briefly wondered if he’d ever do to her what he’d done earlier, then pushed the thoughts away. He was her owner, it mattered not what he did or did not do to her. What mattered was that she pleased him in whatever manner he wanted, She didn’t move as he rolled over to hug her. Instead she waited to see if he was like most men and would fall asleep right now, or if he was going to attempt another go at her.
As he lay there breathing heavily and holding her close to him, it did not take long for him to get excited once again. In fact his cock did not relax after his previous explosion. He wanted her again. In fact he could fuck her all night and he probably would. She excited him more than anyone had before her. He looked at her and kissed her.
Still lying on his back, he suggested “Now my dear please sit on my cock and ride me as though your life depended on it.”
Kos didn’t move as he kissed her. Once he moves away, she easily climbs on top of him. She is quickly settled with his hard member inside her and she starts to move up and down very quickly. Sex was now back to being a chore to satisfy her master. But, who knows, perhaps her life did depend on riding him as he wanted. Being as fit as she was, she easily kept the pass steady but fast. The muscles in her legs rippling with the effort of the ride.
He grabbed her waist and moved her body back and forth for some time; he could feel her tightness as he went deeper inside her with his cock growing with every thrust.
After a while he could see in her eyes that she was doing this more for his benefit than hers. He slapped her hard on the cheek to stop her instantly. A deep redness soon appeared along with a very confused look in his direction. “Stop!” he demanded, as he slide her of his cock and onto the bed beside him. “If you are not going to enjoy the pleasure I wish to give to you then why are we doing this?” he asked rhetorically. Losing his patience with her, at her blank expression, he finally said “Go to sleep, but before you do I suggest that you get used to me being your companion and not, and I repeat, not your master.”
At that he turned away from her and closed his eyes.
The slap came from nowhere, startling and confusing her. Had she done it wrong for him? His words cleared the confusion somewhat, but not completely. What did it matter if she enjoyed it? Her enjoyment wasn’t a part of the process, it never had been. His next words upset her. If he wasn’t her master, then did that mean he was staying detached so he could sell her later? She didn’t understand the companion comment; it wasn’t a part of her vocabulary or experiences.
Finally she rolled over and scooted as far from him as she could and still be on the bed. Evidently he didn’t want her near him, and she complied. Briefly she thought about moving over by the hearth, but she’d already angered him enough. She wasn’t about to anger him further. Her face hurt from the slap he’d given her, but she’d learned long ago not to show pain as it just fueled more to come generally. It was making it hard for her to find sleep though.
Finding it hard to sleep concerned him a great deal. Of course he wanted her, she was beautiful. The problem he had was that she clearly needed to be shown how to unlearn what she had been taught in the past. How had she been treated? This mysterious elf. She was nobody’s play thing, he thought. The damage that they had caused. Saying that, when she displeased him, he had to learn restraint. It was no good getting angry with her or even hitting her. Patience and kindness were going to be his next plan of action. The more he considered this the more he realized that he had no right in slapping her. On one hand he was telling her that she was not his salve and on the other he was hitting her. He knew that he wanted her to stay with him and decided that he would do everything in his power to make sure no harm came to her ever again. She was important to him and his race. He could feel it. Not as a slave or play thing but as a lover equal in every way to him. Her importance was deeper than this, he knew it, but he was not sure how at this point in time.
With his back still too her, he began to speak once again “Kos, I am sorry I hit you. This behaviour from me will not happen again. In fact if I should even attempt it you have the right, as an equal, to return the gesture tenfold.” He paused for a moment and then continued “I have no idea what you have been through over the years. I come from a rich family and have never wanted for anything, so how could I begin to understand you and your situation. Saying that I will make sure that you, from now on, have the same privileges that are offered to me. You too will want for nothing as I will see to it that you become one with my family. So think hard on what kind of a life you would want with me, precious one, as your life of service and slavery is, as of this moment, over.” He turned to her and waited for a response. Based on past experience with her, he expected her not to completely understand what he had just offered her, but he hoped she would grasp the concept a little. While the air was filled with silence, he felt the need to explain further “Once you have considered my proposal and hopefully accepted it, I will give you further assistance in setting up your new life with or without me. I will be your guide no matter what you decide to do with your life. If you would like that? Of course I hope that you would not wish to leave my side, but there is nothing holding you to me once you feel confident enough in this world with your new privileges.” He moved a little closer to her and then waited for her.
Kos stiffened slightly when Valadil started to speak. The slap still stung and seemed to pulse with every word he spoke. Freedom. Something she’d heard many a slave speak of, but she had no concept of the word in truth. Being a slave, she had a place to sleep and food generally, so what if she had to do things for her owner, some rather unpleasant, still she was taken care of and provided for after a fashion. Freedom really had no bearing in her thoughts or outlook.
She felt him move closer and stiffened more. Finally though, she turns over to look at him. He wanted answers from her, and she had to try to answer. She really didn’t want to anger him more; he might decide she wasn’t worth his time and sell her to another. As owner went, he’d been the kindest she’d had. She looked at him for several heartbeats, studying him. He really was a good looking person. She’d watched enough people over the course of her life to learn the differences.
Finally, her eyes drop only to settle on his lower extremities. A shiver went through her body confusing her. Her eyes snapped back up, but then darted around trying to find somewhere to come to rest. Why had she reacted so? What had he done to her? Sex was nothing new to her after all, she’d been doing it for decades now. Eventually her eyes come to a stop gazing at some point just over his shoulder.
“Master, please. I am a slave. I know nothing else. If I displease you so, then sale me. I am sorry if I am not living up to what you’d hoped to get when you bought me. I..” Her quiet and soft voice stops. Tears swim in her eyes and she rolls away from him once more. Muffled, her voice floats out once more. “I am sorry to be such a disappointment.” She didn’t sob, though tears coursed down her face. The only sound to come from her was the occasional sniffle as her nose clogged.
At her words, he knew that this behaviour might take months even years to eradiate. Decades even. He had the time and the patience, he knew that now. He had healed her skin, he knew that. But the scars in her mind would take longer. In the meantime he did not like the fact that his words upset her. She did seem to get pleasure from servicing him, all be it a twisted slave like pleasure. So for now he would allow her to do just that. He put his hand on her shoulder to turn her towards him once again. Her tears were quite evident. He wiped them away with his thumb. “It’s alright, my love. I understand that most of what I have said makes little sense to you right now. Believe me, in time it will all fall into place and eventually, if you wish it, you will come to me at your own will and not at mine.”
With his cock still throbbing he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He smiled at her “Now I have something that will cheer you up. Where were we before my unacceptable slap to your face?” he then picked her up and he lay down on his back and sat her on his cock. This time however, she was facing away from him. “Now, let us forget all this upset and let us see about bring you to orgasm shall we?”
She didn’t fight him as he rolled her back over to face him, he owned her after all. As he wiped her tears away her eyes close briefly, the touch kind once more and welcomed. His gentle words calmed her and she relaxed visibly under his touch and voice. He was no longer angry with her, maybe she wasn’t such a disappointment to him? She would try harder to please him and make him happy.
When he places her hand on his cock, she starts stroking it gently, waiting to see what he wants exactly. She still couldn’t read him so she could anticipate his needs and wants. She cocked her head at him as he spoke, then had to let go as he suddenly lifted her and replaced her on top of him, his hardened shaft sliding inside her warm tunnel.
She blinked as she found herself looking across the room, facing away from him. How was she supposed to watch and learn him in this position? She waits with uncertainty, not knowing what he wants. She is upset she’s not doing well so soon in trying to please him.
With her in position, he placed his hands on her hips and started to move her back and forth. Slowly to begin with, until the pace quickened as he thrust his cock deeper into her. It did not take him long for it to grow to its true potential. “Now my dear continue sliding yourself up and down. Deeper and faster with every stroke. After a few minutes, he grabbed her around the neck from behind and pulled her back until she was laying no him. With his hand tight around her throat, he forced his cock into her once more. He could feel the spasms within her as she gasped for air. The tightness around his cock was increasing with every gasp. Her juices flowed out of her covering his sex.
Just before she lost consciousness, he pulled her off him and dropped her too the bed. He then got out of the bed and stood there watching her gasping for air. He could see how weak she was, but that did not stop him from picking her up by her ankles. He lifted her up and planted his mouth around her hot wetness and licked it passionately. His throbbing cock was within inches of her mouth. Perhaps she would suck it, once she had the strength he thought as he tasted her honey.
Once she knew what he wanted she had no problems keeping up. But unlike last time she’d been in a similar position, this was quickly not becoming a job to do. The butterflies, the tingles, the shiver, the sensations he’d done to her two other times was back. Her breathing picked up to short little pants and her nipples hardened. She still didn’t completely understand what was happening to her, but she’d already figured out it didn’t hurt, far from it, it felt really good. This time she didn’t fight or fear the sensation.
When he told her to continue on her own, removing his hands from her hips, she was more than happy to comply. The tension in her was high; she wanted it to break like the last times. Finally the tension in her snapped and she moaned with the release, it was then his hand found her throat and pulled her back, choking her once more. The pleasure multiplied a hundred fold as she struggled for air. Her body shook violently and her nectar issued forth in waves.
Just as her vision starts to go black he releases her and removes her from on top of him tossing her to the bed. She bounces slightly as she gasps in heaving gulps trying to bring air into her starved lungs. She is vaguely aware of him grabbing her ankles and pulling her up, it isn’t until his mouth descends on her sex and starts licking that her mind finally snaps back into focus and coherent thoughts are hers once more. Another moan escapes her lips as his tongue sends tingles and shivers through her body.
As she thrashes a bit from what he is doing, his cock touches her lips. Her mouth automatically opens and she takes his cock in. She doesn’t realize he hadn’t pressed it there, silently asking her to work on it. She moves up and down his hard member at the same speed his tongue works on her. Small, muffled moans escape around his cock and her left hand comes up to gently knead the sack that hangs down behind his member.
Knowing that his actions excited her intensified his passion. He buried his mouth into her warm sex and licked her furiously. Her deep moans came fast and long as he pleasured her. His cock, still growing, filled her mouth as she pleasured him with her tongue. The gentle touch of her hand on his sack only increased his need. And then it came, his gift to her.
His hot reward poured into her month as the contractions within his cock increased. He could hold it back no longer. As he did this, he forced her head into him with his hand and pushed his hips forward hard with every contraction until he was spent. He then collapsed on the bed exhausted.
The shivers and tingles increased and intensified as he licked her sex. Her own ministrations to his cock increased, small sounds of pleasure escaping her full mouth. Suddenly her body tensed, then shuddered exquisitely with an orgasm just before he fired his own load in her mouth. She swallowed his seed, even as he forced his member deeper down her throat. When he landed on the bed, partially on top of her, she had to squirm a bit to remove his cock partially so she could breath. She lay there quietly, waiting for him to decide what he would do next.
He could feel his gift still dripping into her, as he pulled his cock from her mouth. He lay on his back with Koss still close to his side. He stayed there for a few minutes relaxing with her warm body oh so near.
With his cock still pulsation heavily, he turned to her and smiled. He could see that he still had more of his gift to give to her and with neither of them seeming to show any sign of fatigue, he jumped out of the bed quickly and went to the linen cupboard. The sound of material begin torn could be heard from the cupboard. He then returned to her side with several thin strips of material that he had fashioned from one of the sheets. He then turned her onto her belly and grabbed her hands whilst dragging her up the bed. The bed had an intricate metal iron headboard, so he tied her wrists to it and within a few seconds she was secured to the headboard.
She looked quite venerable, as he moved down the bed and lifted up her rear end. Her knees seemed to position themselves quite naturally. He then took another piece of material and he pushed it into her mouth. Seeing her compliance pleased him greatly as he tied one more piece around her head to prevent her spitting it out. Once satisfied, he positioned himself behind her on the bed with his knees bent. What he did then was to push his cock into her for a few deep strokes before removing it. Her honey on his cock glistened in the candle, before he gently pushed it into her anus. He was gentle to begin with but as it became easier with each stroke; he went that little bit faster and deeper.
She lay there as he removed his manhood from her mouth. She watched him closely, not moving until he turned and smiled at her. Relieved she’d not upset him, she gave him a small smile in return. The smile disappeared though when he jumped out of the bed. Had she done something wrong after all?
Hearing the tearing in the cupboard had her confused until he returned with the strips of cloth. She understood then. She didn’t struggle as he flipped her over and drug her up the bed to tie her up. The gagging was something new, but she accepted it as was her lot. She waited to see what he would do once he had her positioned.
His entry into her pussy made her shiver, she was still feeling the effects of his mouth down there. Then he entered her ass, and she instantly relaxed to minimize the pain. His gentle entry was a novel thing to her and she relaxed even more as he worked his way deeper and faster into her. As the pain subsided, she started to move with him to help him enjoy it more. She made no sound, and strategically tightened and relaxed her muscles to give him further pleasure.
It did not take him long for his rhythm to increase as he felt the tightening around his cock. Deeper and deeper he went until his shaft was completely surrounded by her. Every ripple, every hot contour could be felt as he pounded her. Sweat formed on his forehead as the excitement built. He slapped her arse continually with every stroke of his cock and with every hit he would apply a little more pressure until he found he was hitting her with considerable force. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her spine arched to cope with the strength he applied to the yanking.
He rode her for some time only stopping the slaps when he needed to wipe his brow. Her strategic tightening only helped to bring the inevitable to its climax. A climax that would not come easy or for some time, however.
She was panting from the force and effort of their joining. She still kept up the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of her muscles to help his pleasure. She arched her back with the pull of her hair, and didn’t utter a sound at the spankings. Sweat poured down her own face from the exertions of their joining. She closed her eyes to keep the salty liquid from enter them since she didn’t have the luxury, nor ability, to wipe it away. She was patient in her wait for his release. She’d been through many matings since she’d been young. She’d long ago learned that these things couldn’t be rushed most times, and there was no point in getting upset over it.
Pulling hard at her hair in rhythm with his thrusting, he felt his excitement increase as she accommodated his cock. She was tight, yes, but her muscles seemed strong, more than capable to handle his deep and hard pounding. He was enjoying himself indeed and hoped that she was too. However, this was more for him he had to admit, this time. He would dive into her honey once he was spent. He could not get enough of the way she tasted and his technique seemed to drive her wild. He liked pleasing her a great deal and the night was still young he thought. So he increased his pace and dug in for the final release which came within minutes and when it came it practically poured from him cock into her anus. After which, he just knelt there with his buttocks clenched tightly until his pulsating subsided and his gift had been completely released. He then pushed her away from him and watched her drop to the bed.
He watched her for a moment and with hands still tied to the bed and her mouth gagged he turned her onto her back and opened her legs wide. Grabbing the remaining pieces of cloth he tied her ankles to the bottom of the bed and put another piece over her eyes so she could not see what he would do next. He then walked over to the other side of the room and cleaned himself up before sitting down on the chair next to the bed. He sat there for some time and said nothing.
He finally released his load and let her go. She lay there trying to catch her breath. She moved her face back and forth across the beading to remove some of the sweat off her face. When he flipped her over, she looked at him curiously and watched as he tied her feet to the bottom of the bed. Her eyes widened slightly just as he covered her eyes. What was he up to now?
She laid there, patient. She had learned the trick of sitting in one position for hours barely blinking. And she utilized the skill now. She didn’t fidget as she waited for him to do something. Her mind wandered back to the strange sensations he had made her body produce. She reviewed each and every time trying to figure out just what had happened and why she’d reacted as she did. She didn’t understand why, but it at least wasn’t painful. She found she actually liked the feeling her body got when he did certain things.
He sat on the chair for around thirty minutes before getting up once again and going over to his clothes. He picked them up and got dressed. He then made his way over to the bed and kissed her the forehead. “I won’t be long my dear”. Not that she could see, but he smiled at her and turned himself around and went to the door to exit the room. Once outside, he locked the door and went downstairs to the bar. It was a hive of activity with much dancing and drinking going on.
He spent around three hours in the bar procuring items for both him and Kos and drank several pints before returning upstairs to the bedroom. Alcohol had little to no effect on him but he liked the taste and it helped to relax him.
He turned the key to their room and went inside. He hung the clothes for Kos in the wardrobe and the other items he left by the bed or on the floor. He then removed his clothes and silently went over to the bed. Obviously Kos was still on the bed as the restraints had kept her fast too it. To his delight she had not moved in any way and seemed quite relaxed. He moved over to her and lay on the bed between her legs. He slowly moved his head closer to her sex.
He was sure that she could feel his breathe on her by now, but that did not stop him from opening his mouth and licking her sex with his tongue. It took just seconds for her juices to flow into his mouth. He swallowed her as the honey dripped down his throat. His tongue went deep into her and proceeded to lick her from inside. He did not even begin to withdrawal until he knew that she was in ecstasy and even then his tongue continued to pleasure her as she tried to move her sensitive sex from his rough but large tongue. To stop her wriggling, he placed his hands around her hips as he licked her passionately until finally he released her and let her relax on the bed. He licked his lips and went over to the sink to freshen up once again before returning to the bed.
He then removed the gag and blindfold from Kos, so that she could breathe easier and see him once again. He then wiped her face clean. “Hello there dear Kos. I hope I did not keep you too long. I have some things for you if you want to take a look and try them on. They are in the wardrobe. Well at least some of them are. Would you like me to untie you so that you can investigate?”
She was surprised when he kissed her then left. She lay there quiet, at first she wondered if she’d done something wrong again. She fretted for several long minutes. Finally, she let it go. Her mind drifted back to Valandil and his strange ways. As an owner, he was a poor one. But he was kind to her mostly, and she was grateful for that at least. Thinking about him eventually led her to think about how he made her body react when he used her body to relieve tension in himself. And this brought her to how he made her body feel. Those thoughts made her body shiver and tingle periodically.
So lost was she in thinking these new lessons over, she never heard him enter. His getting into the bed was a distant disturbance and his breath on her lower body was thought to be imagined at first. Then his tongue hit her sex, and she was instantly wet and aware that it wasn’t her reliving him doing this before. She stopped thinking. If this pleased him, she was not going to be the least bit upset about it. It felt too good, and she wanted it as well. Muffled moans could be heard through the gag as he built her up tight and tense. A muffled screamed was next heard suddenly as she started shuddering and convulsing with the pleasure he’d just given her. He didn’t stop though and soon she was squirming as the pleasure continued and eventually numbed her mind.
When he finally stopped and removed the blindfold and gag, she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Her body still pulsated strongly from his activity and she missed his first words to her. She blinked at him looking very dazed and uncomprehending at first. Then, hesitantly she gave a slight nod of her head. She wasn’t sure if that was the answer he wanted, but she had a feeling since he’d said he’d gotten her things, that it probably was.
Seeing the clear nod, he proceeded to untie her. Once done he said “Get up when you feel ready and take a look at the things that I have purchased for you? They are over by the wardrobe and inside it too.” He had purchased her several dresses, another jacket, a pair of shoes and some new boots. Along with another pair of trousers, some underwear and several items to makeup, including a hairbrush and some hair grips. He hoped she would like his choices. “When you get there please try them on to see if they fit and to see if you like them of course.” To the right of the wardrobe was a knapsack for her to keep her belongings in. he pointed to it to gesture that it was hers too.
He had also purchased some more bizarre items for their sex games, but he would only show her those as and when required. Nothing too heavy of course, as they would have to carry them during their journey to recover the family heirlooms. Before she got off the bed he requested “Please clean yourself up, if you like, before looking through your new items. There is sure to be a bath you can use through there.” He pointed to the room where she removed her close earlier that evening. He smiled at her warmly as he said this. He then went back to his bag and started to pull out more purchases to show her once she had returned from the bathroom.
Kos climbed out of the bed a bit shakily and nearly collapsed to the floor, her legs felt so rubbery. With strength of will, she kept herself upright though and made her slow way to the room he’d pointed out. Getting the tub knee deep in water, she climbed in and stood while she quickly washed herself up. Stepping out,, she found another towel and dried herself off after releasing the water in the tub.
Stepping back out into the main room, she walked over to the wardrobe. Opening it, she saw several clothes. She started trying each on one by one. She would then wait for his response until she took it off and went to the next. She had never been big on dresses. They tended towards cumbersome and tangling her up. But she smiled at Valandil with each one she tried on. The only place the smile didn’t fully reach was her eyes, not until she tried on the trousers and vest and boots anyway.
After removing each item off herself, she folded them carefully and placed them in the backpack. When she’d gone through all those there he’d bought her, she turned to him curiously at what else he’d unpacked.
Seeing her in the clothes pleased him greatly. She was beautiful indeed. Whilst she changed from each outfit, he continued to unpack his things until they were all out on display on the table top. He had purchased some very interesting and quite unusual items. They included dildos of varying sizes, a paddle for the spanking of naughty bottoms as well as clamps to attach to the most sensitive of areas along with a ball gag for the silencing of noisy ladies, which came in a pack with a butt plug that has been electrically charged with magic. He had also a collar fashioned for her neck with a matching lead along with a long black leather whip, which he was uncoiling for the bag as he finished the unpacking. These he had purchased from a magic shop two doors down from the Inn where they also sold broomsticks.
Kos recognized the collar and lead, the gag, and the paddle. She didn’t recognize anything else that sat out. She gave all the items a cursory looking over and then looked to Valandil. She stood quietly, waiting to see what else he wanted of her. A yawn snuck up on her opening her jaws wide enough to crack. She blinked, looking a bit startled. She ducked her head, embarrassed she’d shown she was tired like that.
Seeing the yawn amused him slightly. He started putting the items together and packing them away while she stood next to him. Once done he suggested “Why don’t you go and get some rest as we have a long day tomorrow. I’ll join you once I have tidied up here.”
As she moved away, he did not take long to put the purchases in his bag before joining her in the bed. Once in bed he put his arm around her and fell asleep after just a few minutes.
When he woke to the sound of the market being set up outside, he could see that Kos was still fast asleep. He did his best not to wake her as he got out of bed and freshened up before getting dressed. He then went downstairs and within minutes he returned to the room with a breakfast plate. He set it out on the table and then went over to the bed to tell Kos that breakfast was ready.
Kos looked mortified for being sent to bed, but she complied without complaint or question. She quickly scrambled up on the bed and laid down. As her head hit the pillows, she was sound asleep. When Valandil finally joined her, she whimpered until his arm settled over her. She quieted back down, her breathing shallow and peaceful once more.
The morning arrives to find Kos had rolled over at some point and her arm now under his was across his waist, her head pressed against his chest as if listening to his heartbeat. Her face was serene and it made her look far younger than her 52 years. As Valandil tries to exit the bed, her arm tightens around him and she starts to whimper, fear crosses her still sleeping face. As he continues to try to leave, she finally lets him go, and rolls over to curl into a ball. She seems to be back to peaceful sleep, allowing Valandil to go on about his business.
When he returns to the room, he finds Weloth partially on the bed, his neck stretched out as his nose tries to gently nudge Kos. Whimpers and mewling can be heard to come from her form. Weloth couldn’t reach her mind, she was too caught up in reliving the nightmare she was having. The dragon’s head whips up and looks at Valandil. It is clear the dragon is agitated, but seems to be relieved to see him. He hops down from the bed and backs up. No sooner does Valandil put the food down on the table, than Weloth is shoving him towards the bed with his head.
As Valandil rolls her over, tears are pouring down her face and Kos cries out in the Elven tongue a language her conscious mind has long forgotten how to use. “Mama, Papa, wake up. Why are you sleeping? Why are these men hurting everyone? Mama? Papa?” Her voice sounds so very, very young. Her body jerks as if she was roughly grabbed and yanked. “No! Let me--” Suddenly her head snaps to the side as if punched, and the rest of her jerks and shudders as if being beaten. She lapses back into silence her body still occasionally jerking this way and that.
Suddenly her body gives one last hard jerk and her eyes fly open to stare into Valandil’s. She still isn’t fully awake, and the fear and pain in them is stark. Then her sleeping mind gives way to her waking mind and her eyes clear to actually see him. The look on his face confuses her, she grows nervous and wonders if she’d done something wrong again. Her eyes drop from his and look down at his stomach region.
In her mind she finally hears Weloth. “Well it’s about time., That must have been some nightmare. And wouldn’t you know it, nothing here for me to eat.” She gets confused even more at Weloth’s words.
Seeing the dragon’s distress, he walked towards the bed, he stopped suddenly to listen intently to what Kos was saying. He could swear that she was still asleep. She must be dreaming, he thought. Extremely concerned by what he heard and saw as she thrashed about the bed, he could do little to help her except make sure that she did not hurt herself. He would not question her once she was awake. This was clearly something buried deep within her and something that he hoped she would share in time. He kneeled by her side, turned her over and waited for her dream to end. This seemed to make her worst for a little while. She was now lying on the bed, on her back, naked and the words were a lot clearer than before. She seemed to be reliving a past incident as she jerked from side to side. He tried to cushion her with pillows, which seemed to prevent her from hitting the bed posts. Until finally she stopped moving.
Eventually her eyes opened and then cleared. He could see that she was looking at his stomach. Trying to hide his confusion with a smile, he looked at her too and calmly remarked “You seem to have had a restless few minutes. I am sorry I left but I did not want to wake you until I had collected breakfast. However, I wish I had come back sooner as you seemed to have been in some distress.” He moved onto the bed and kissed her on the forehead. He then pointed to a spot under the table where a bowl of food had been placed for Weloth. “Weloth you do not have to wait for us to start eating before you have your breakfast. As we might be a little delayed in joining you. He then picked Kos up and took her to the bathroom and shut the door.
Once there, he placed her on the chair and removed his clothes. He then picked her up once more and with little assistance from him, she slowly put her legs around his waist. By this time his cock was already hard, so he entered her.
Kos’s eyes darted between his stomach and his eyes as he spoke. She seemed confused and lost, not really understanding what he was saying to her. His kiss on her forehead made her duck her head once more.
“Food!” Weloth ambled over to where Valandil had pointed and started eating. Kos blinked and looked over at the dragon with a slight smile of amusement at his sudden enthusiasm.
She is startled when Valandil picks her up and automatically wraps her arms around his neck. She lets go when he places her on the toilet, and watches him undress. When he picks her back up and encourages her to wrap her legs around him, she does. Her eyes widen slightly as he enters her. She gets a hold on herself and moves slightly, getting herself better situated on his rod and waits for what he wants her to do.
With her legs firmly attached to his waist, he positions his arm around hers. His free hand removes her arms from his neck and lets them relax by her side. Whilst standing up straight, he supports her back as he leans her away from him. Once her back is arched and her head back, he uses his supporting arm to move her towards him as he thrusts his hips forward. Before long he is deep inside her and her honey flows over his cock and down his legs. The deep trusts increase in pace and ferocity as he awakens his beast.
Whilst pounding her, he moves his arm from her waist and places his hands on her hips to allow a deeper penetration. He looks at her face whilst doing this which only excites him further.
Kos easily moves as he positions her to his liking. She is amazed at his strength and ability to hold her and still use her. This position is new to her and while uncertain how to precede exactly, her body seems to understand better and reacts to his penetrations. She closes her eyes to better assimilate the sensations and catalog the position. It isn’t unpleasant, her tunnel moist enough to allow him to easily move back and forth inside her. She puts her muscles to work to help pleasure him as well. His deeper penetration sends tingles shooting through her body now and again, and she gives a soft sigh with each one.
Seeing the pleasure in her face and body excites him considerably. He brings her forward by moving his arms around her back until their chests touch. Holding her tightly to him with his cock still inside her, he removes her legs from around his waist.
Fully supporting her, he pulls out his cock and turns her upside down until her hands touch the floor. He releases her legs during this and waits for them to glide to the ground. With her hands and feet on the tiles and with him standing behind her, he places his hands under her hips to lift her feet so that his cock can be easily reinserted. Once done he proceeds to pleasure her with deep and forceful thrusts.
Kos opens her eyes and watches Valandil as he brings her close to him. She moves her legs as he directs then her eyes widen as he turns her upside down. Her arms automatically reach out to touch the floor, her feet soon follow. She is too confused to move or react, so when he grabs her and pulls her to her tiptoes and nearly off her feet completely, she gasps in surprised startlement. She quickly calms as he reinserts his manhood back inside her.
As he works her cunt, her feet do finally come off the ground completely and her weight now mostly rests on the palms of her hands flat on the floor. The new position is interesting. She is amazed that he is so inventive. She once more closes her eyes to absorb the sensations he was giving her, and remember the position as well. Though his thrusts are hard and deep, her body seems to enjoy it all the same. She relaxes, allowing him his way with her body.
Feeling her tightly around his cock, he thrusts with greater enthusiasm. Now as deep as he can go, he applies greater pressure with his hands to draw her towards him. With her feet still off the ground, he tilts backwards a little, which brings her hands up and her body towards him. Now with supporting her with his cock and hands, he removes his right hand up and places his arm around her chest until her back touches his chest. Once there, he straightens up, lowers his arm just below her abdomen to support her and with his cock still inside her, he moves his other hand to her clitoris and caresses it. As she is now so close, he can feel the shudders flow through her body with each stroke of his. With his gift just moments away, he increases his pace until finally he explodes inside her. As his cock pulsates and throbs with each release inside her, she seems to stiffen in ecstasy, until finally he stops.
Lifting her off him, he places her in the bath and runs the hot water until it covers her up to her breasts. With the bath being more than big enough, he too climbs in, kneels before her and whilst facing her, he proceeds to wash her down. Smiling warmly as he does this. Once finished, he kisses her on the lips and quickly washes himself down before getting out of the bath and putting on a night gown. With her still in the bath, he turns to her and suggests “There is a gown for you to wear for breakfast once you have finished in the bath. Do not take too long as I am sure that it is getting cold.” He smiled at her as he considered “Or maybe your dragon may have already eaten it.” He then stood in the bathroom and waited for her for a few minutes.
Kos continued being surprised by his strength and creativity. As she was brought against his chest, her arms automatically rose up to wrap around his neck. His hand on her nether region starts up those tingly sensations, and she moans. She shudders with his release and her own, actually crying out in her pleasure.
She is startled by him washing her, but sits quietly through the process. Before she can even try to wash him though, he starts in himself. She drops her head and stares at the water. When he gets out, she stands herself and exits. She stands there for a moment and listens to him. She nods in acceptance, and moved to leave the room. She quietly pads over to the travel bag and finds the gown he wanted her to wear. She pulls it on and then waits for him.
He watched her dress. She was so beautiful. Once she had finished, he suggested “Shall we eat, dear Kos?” He opened the door and too his delight her pet had not eaten the food on the table. He was still eating through his bowl of food which for some reason only known to him, his bowl would never empty. He smiled at the dragon. He was good for Kos, he knew that.
He then went through the door and gestured for Kos to follow. Once at the table, he laid out the plates and once down he pulled out a chair for her. Once he gestured for her to sit, he filled her plate with egg, bacon, sausage and beans. They were still hot due to a little magic he had done on them earlier. “Please eat as we have a long day ahead of us.” He then sat down and plated himself up with some of the feast that was before him.
Kos followed Valandil out and too the table. She sat as he indicated and watched as he filled a plate for her. She sat quietly and continued to watch as he sat and filled his own plate. Once he was done, and took his first bite, she started to eat. Not used to such an abundance of food, she could only eat about a third of what was on her plate before becoming too full to eat anything more. She set her flatware down and sat quietly waiting for him to finish, looking down at her plate. She hoped he didn’t become upset that she couldn’t eat everything.
Weloth finally full, ambled over towards the fire once more and settled down to wait for his Elf and her companion to finish up. He dozed while he waited, enjoying the warmth and the digesting of his food.
The food was good. If ever he found himself in this neighbourhood again he would most definitely eat here. Pleased that she had at least eaten something, he smiled at her as he swallowed his last mouthful. Of course she was not used to eating so much. Like her behavioural issues building up her appetite would take time too. “Well Kos” he said “If you have finished, why don’t you pack up your belongings and get dressed for our journey, whilst I clean up the table. We have a lot of walking to do today as we need to be onto the town of Celondum by nightfall.” He did not wait for her to move, he picked up the plates and cutlery and stacked them before leaving the room with them and taking them to the kitchen downstairs.
On his way down he considered his behaviour towards Kos. By doing the activities that would traditional be performed by a slave or servant himself, he hoped that in time she would begin to understand that she was quite literally an equal to him. So for now he would wash her, serve the food and indeed clean up after her and himself. Then in time she could start to do these things herself as, and when, she felt they needed doing and not when he told her to do them. She was no longer a slave and he hoped that it was just a matter of time for her to realize that.
At the bar he dropped of the plates, smiled at the barmaid and asked “Are the horses ready my dear?” She nodded politely and pointed out through the open window to show which ones. “Thank you my dear. Could you see to it that they are feed and watered before we venture forth as we will be ready quite soon.” She suggested that that had already been done. “Very well” he exclaimed as he passed over the bar a large gold coin. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of such a valuable coin. “Please take it as a gesture for making sure that we will not be delayed.” At that he turned to head back to their room.
Kos blinked as Valandil moved quickly and whisked away all the dishes. He was doing her jobs. She frowned, upset that he was doing this. She was his slave after all, it was her duty to clean up after him and take care of him. Suddenly her eyes widen as a thought flits across her mind. Had he bought her just for the use of her body and servicing himself? She tackled the thought and examined it. She thought over all the things she hadn’t done thus far, and all the things he did to her. She slowly nodded her head. Yes, apparently he had. She felt funny with him washing her though, she was quite capable of keeping herself clean. Another thought appeared. Maybe he wanted her clean a certain way. She resolved to watch next time and learn everything to appease him.
Finally done with her thoughts to her satisfaction for now, she rose from the table and went to her stuff. She put on the clothes from yesterday and packed up the last of the things he’d gotten her. She then put the pack near the door and went and curled up against Weloth’s back and waited for Valandul’s return. She ended up falling to sleep while she waited.
As he opened the door, he could see that she was ready, even though she had fallen asleep. So to wake her, he remarked “Come Kos, we must ride.” He grabbed his bags and hers and with one last look at the room, he went downstairs with the hope that she was following him. He nodded to the barmaid one last time and went outside to load up the horses with the bags. Kos’ horse was a little smaller than his. It was a fine example of a white mare, which seemed to be well trained as it did not flinch as he fastened the bags to her sides. Once done, he went to his brown stallion who like the other horse stayed composed whilst he placed his bags onto him.
The dragon was the first to appear from the inn, shortly followed by Kos. He gestured to the white horse “This is yours dear Kos. I assume you can ride. I purchased them last night along with the other belongs that I showed you before we slept.” He smiled at her warmly. “I hope you like her.”
Kos jerked awake at his words and Weloth moving and dumping her to the ground. She scrambled up in time to see the dragon walk out the door. She moved quickly to follow after she noted her bags were gone already. She followed the dragon through the building and outside. As she came up to Valandil, she came to a stop.
As He spoke she stared at the horse he was telling her he’d bought for her. Her eyes were wide, and there was terror in them as well. Oh, she’d been on horses before, slung over the riders lap, or the rump of the horse, sometimes she had even been allowed to sit up either in front of or behind the rider. But she’d never been on one by herself. And she sure didn’t know what to do with it. She continued staring at the creature once Valandil finished talking. She didn’t move. It was like she’d become a statue. What was she supposed to do now?
Seeing the horror in her face, which he could only put down to her not liking the horse or not knowing how to ride her. After a few seconds, he decided upon the latter. He took her hand and placed it one the mare’s body. “See she won’t bite.” With a swift movement, he lifted her up on the horse’s saddle. He then pointed to the stirrup “Now put your foot into this and the same for your other foot.” He took the reins in his hand and placed them in Kos’ hands. “Now hold on to those. Do not worry if you do not know what to do next as for I will do the rest until you get used to riding the horse without assistance.” He smiled at her, as he fastened a rope to her horse’s bit and then with the other end he tied it to his horse.
Once done, he leaped onto his horse and looked at Kos. “We will walk for a little while so you can get used to how the horse moves. This should build your confidence I would think.” With that they were on their way.
Valandil literally had to jerk Kos forward to touch the horse. She sat stiff and frightened as he placed her upon the creature. She couldn’t even move to obey him on where to put her feet. The reins he put in her hand were gripped as if her life was forfeit if she let go, and it might very well be, if she fell off. She let out a squeak of pure terror as he mounted his horse and led them off. She almost fell off when her mount moved, instinct and fear allowing her to clamp onto her horse in a horizontal position, arms wrapped around the creature’s neck in a near death grip.
Just a few yards had gone by when he turned around to see the most amusing sight. Realizing that perhaps Kos was not ready for such responsibility, he pulled on the ruins and dismounted. He walked over to Kos and took her hands from her horse’s reins and gently took her weight to allow her to dismount.
Once her feet were on the ground, he faced her and kneeled down. He looked at her with a warm smile. “Would it be better if you ride with me and we load the bags onto this one until you feel you can have another go at riding it? As I see that you are not entirely comfortable with riding it as of yet.”
Kos was shaking by the time her feet hit the ground, and collapsed to the ground to sit. She shook all over as he peered and spoke at her. The hesitant nod she gave was lost amongst all her quaking. She sat watching him transfer things to the horse, she was unable to even move to help him.
Weloth ambled up to her and nuzzled her. “You look unwell.” Kos didn’t reply, just wrapped her quaking arms around his neck and sat there. She never, ever wanted to be on such a creature again by herself. Weloth sighed and just sat there letting her take comfort and stability from him.
Seeing her distress he sat with her for a while and handed her a bottle of cool water that he had put in the bags earlier until finally commenting. “Come, the first part of the journey will take but one hour as I have word of a contact that can help us find the first of what we seek.”
He kissed her on the forehead before taking her hand and standing up. “Please drink” he said before looking at her pet and considering further “If Weloth would like he can sit on your horse while you join me on mine. What do you say to that?” he said with a smile.
Weloth snaked his head around to peer at Valandil with a snort of distain. “Me? Ride one of those things? He has already been in the sun too long.” With that, Weloth untangled himself from Kos, and walked a bit in the direction they had started stiff legged, looking very much like a disgruntled cat.
Kos actually smiled and gave a slight giggle at Weloth’s words and actions. She rose as Valandil helped her up. Her shaking reduced to small tremors now and again. She quietly took a small sip from the bottle Valandil had handed her, then handed it back. She looked to the ground, ashamed of her fears and actions, but it wasn’t something she could change overnight. Horses were big, and so high off the ground. Besides, she was a lowly sex slave, and shouldn’t try to be above her station anyway. Not to mention, she should be ready to please him at anytime, not something she could do from a separate horse.
Seeing that he had obviously offended the dragon, amused Valandil a little “Of course he does not have to use your horse. He need only sit on it when and if he becomes tired.”
With Kos positioned on the front of the saddle, he leaped up with one jump and slid behind her. Being this close to her, like this, did nothing for his restraint as his cock began to become aroused once again. He smiled at her effect on him as he put his feet in the stirrups, took the reins and instructed the horse to trot. Once the lead rope had become tight, Kos’ horse soon followed suit.
Seeing that Kos seemed a lot calmer pleased him greatly. He did not like it when he made her distressed. He whispered in her ear “In a little while we will come across a little hamlet called Lemoria before venturing onto Celondum to rest. Please be watchful there as we seek a man called Zachariah who is aware of our imminent arrival and has information for us. From my information he owns a tavern called the Blue Bard Tavern.”
They trotted along the country roads only occasional coming across fellow travellers either travelled to Lemoria to from it. The sporadic polite gesture was exchanged but apart from that the journey was relatively uneventful. Of course he was mindful of Kos and her position in regard to his cock as both their bodies moved up and down as the horse walked them to Lemoria. He would try to reposition himself but would always end up rubbing himself up against her. This of course he did not mind but there was only so much he could handle and he knew that he would have to relieve himself or indeed be relieved at some point soon.
Kos calmed considerably once she was on a horse with Valandil. She relaxed back into his chest and got comfortable. She felt his hardening member against her ass, but didn’t move. There was really no place she could go being in front of him, unless she wanted to attempt sitting on the poor horse’s neck. She marked his words in her memory and would keep an eye out for the tavern. She watched the scenery and the people go by for a brief time. Unfortunately, the lack of sleep from her last owner, Valandil’s attentions the night before and the rocking motion of the horse soon lulled her to sleep.
Somehow, she managed to turn herself around on the horse until she faced him while she slept. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his torso. Her head lay against his chest and his heart beat took her deeper into sleep. With her legs wrapped around him, that laid his hard cock up against her sex. The continued motions of the horse cause them to rub together. Soft panting and sighs started to come from Kos as her dreams turned more erotic and her sex was aroused by the friction being caused.
Seeing that she was relaxing and quite obviously falling asleep around him he assisted her in positioning herself so that she did not fall off. The obvious proximity of their sex to each other did not go unnoticed. The movement of the horse did not help him stay calm. He would need to wake her soon, else he would make a mess in his pants and he could not have that.
The warm wetness from her could be felt as she panted with excitement. He was sure that she would wake soon, so he decide to unbutton her pants and shuffle them down a little before unbuttoning his pants so he could pull out his cock before pushing it inside her. All this was done in quite a relaxed manner as the last thing he wanted was to draw any unnecessary attention from passersby as the horse continued to trot down the road. As he pushed his cock inside her he could see her eyes beginning to open.
Kos whimpered slightly as he maneuvered her and then entered her. Her sex came back into contact with his body and after a few more rubs, her body stiffened, her eyes started to flutter open. Her body convulsed and she cried out as that most delicious sensation was once more gifted to her.
As her body settled back down she fully opened her eyes and looked up at Valandil. She searched his face, wonder and nervousness both warred across her features. She wasn’t sure if she had done wrong or not, but a small part of her didn’t really care, a very small part. He made her body react in a way she’d never experienced before, and she was slowly becoming addicted to it.
They moved onto a quieter road as they left the outskirts of the city. As they did so, he observed that they were all alone on the road. For a mile or so, they continued on the journey before it became too much for him. Lifting her of his cock for a moment to remove her boots and pants, which he stuffed in his saddle bag, he then turned her over and observed her wrap her arms around the horse’s neck. With her facing away from him with her sex but inches from his cock, he pulled her back and reinserted his throbbing cock for a much deeper penetration. He hoped she liked it as much as he did. It did not take him long for his cock to grow to full size as he thrust it into her with increased vigour. He watched her with deep interest as the excitement built. He could do this forever. They were sexually made for each other that was obvious as with each thrust he would be bringing both him and Kos to ecstasy. Like many times before such a climax would be a long time coming, but he was in no rush as the horse continued down the trail.
Kos was a bit startled to find herself without clothes from the waist down and now facing the horse’s head and pushed into its neck. She wrapped her arms around the horse’s neck to keep from falling off. She felt his penetration and then he grew more inside her. Between his thrusts with the added help of the horse’s movement, she felt herself enjoy the experience. The tension that builds before a release was building slowly though and she didn’t realize this at first. Instead she was content to let him enjoy himself in her. She closed her eyes as they continued moving down the trail.
He was indeed relishing in this and could feel she was too, as the wetness flowed and coated his cock as he thrust into her. To support his actions, he grabbed her hair and drew her towards him whilst she held onto the horse neck. The motion of the horse did indeed intensify the penetrations as she moved from side to side with every thrust.
It would not take long before he would gift her his seed, as he arched his back and pulled her back by the hair for the final deep thrust. As the horse missed a step on the road, he moaned deeply as his orgasm came with an explosion.
She was pulled back by her hair. Kos clutched at the horse in a brief sudden panic not realizing she wasn’t being thrown off. His angle inside her changed and she shuddered slightly. She was pulled back again and lost her grip on the horse. She felt his load go off inside her, and sighed. He felt good, but she’d lost the enjoyment in her panic. Oh, well. After all she was his slave. She was for his enjoyment, not the other way around. Though disappointed a bit, she accepted the inevitable and waited to see if he was done, or wished to carry on.
As before, his cock did not soften after, so he felt little need to stop. As his gift leaked from her and fell to the ground, he pulled her to him so that her back was firm to his chest as he pushed his cock deeper into her. He might be spent, but there was more where that came from and he could tell that she was in need of a little more teasing before she would find ecstasy. An ecstasy he was more than willing to help her find.
As he held her there, he pulled off her top clothing and like her boots and pants; he stuffed them in the saddle bag. She was now naked for any lucky traveler to ogle at as they passed. Of course this road was deserted but how long that would be for was anyone’s guess. To hold her close, he grabbed her breasts firmly as he rocked her on his cock. His cock becoming quite wet as her honey flowed over him, which excited him still further and to his assumption perhaps she was too. He hoped so as he was not doing this just for him. As he pounded her, he hoped that she would never leave him, as she was free now, she could do that at any moment. Sex was clearly something that they enjoyed doing together and that was a good start. All he had to do now was to figure out what else they liked to do together as he wrapped his cloak around her body.
Kos didn’t even bat an eye as Valandil pulled her firmly to him and finished undressing her. She was used to being on public display after all. Her hands held on to the horse where its neck joined its body as he rocked her on his cock. She watched the passing scenery as he once more enjoyed himself and grabbed her chest. Though when the cloak was thrown over her, she was startled and looked up at him in puzzlement.
Did he not want others to see her? Was she some sort of disappointment to him? she sighed finally and looked back down the road. He confused her so much. She jerked a bit and looked sidelong at Weloth as he returned from some investigation of his own. “Perhaps he is trying to preserve your modesty. Ever think of that?”
“No. Why should he, I am just a slave.”
The sigh from Weloth was exasperated and made her wince. “Not in his eyes. You are free as he, and can leave at any time and seek your own place in the world.”
Kos was perplexed and a bit frightened at such a thought. “And where would I go? I know my place in this world; it is the place of the slave.” A low growl of disgust came from Weloth and he ambled off once more. Kos sighed dejectedly. Seems she couldn’t make either male happy.
Feeling her distraction in the way her body moved, sadden him a little. He had by now got used to when she was distracted as her motions became automated. Yes she was doing some of the work but the spontaneity in her seemed lost for a moment. So he turned it up a notch. He drew her closer to him once again by grabbing her throat and bringing her head back to rest on his right shoulder. As he tightened his grip around her neck, he placed his other hand between her and teased her clitoris with his index finger. It did not take long for her honey to flow over it as he teased it softly whilst he continued thrusting his cock inside her.
She gasped slightly as he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her further back against him. She lost her grip on the horse and was left with her staring up at the sky, his profile seen in her peripheral vision. She swallowed a bit and felt his hand on her throat still. Her eyes widen slightly as his other hand goes down and plays with that sensitive area that he has shown her brings her pleasure.
Her eyes flutter to half closed as he builds tension within her. She feels hot and wet down there, and her nipples start to harden. She begins to pant as she draws closer and before long he makes her body shudder as her tunnel convulses around his rod in her release of pleasure. A pleased moan escapes her lips.
Feeling her orgasm brought on his excitement to a new level as he released his hand from her neck and finger from between her legs. Pushing her down once again, he grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her until finally his gift to her went forth. Her naked flesh once again exposed to the sun as he held that position for a few moments until his ejaculate was no more.
They both rested in that position for a few hundred yards until he eyed a stream just off the road. Once there, he halted the horses and pulled his cock out of Kos. He then leaped off the horse and fastened up his pants. Within moments, he had Kos in his arms and was carrying her to the stream. He was pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the water as he placed her into a clear pool that had collected as part of the stream. He then proceeded to wash her down before leaving her there to go back to his horse to get a towel and some of her clothes. He did not bring back her pants and jacket, but instead a pretty dress. To help the transition a little, he did bring her boots that she liked and left the shoes with her other clothes.
He held out his hand to help her out of the pool before giving her the towel. “Please dry yourself off and put on these clothes. Take your time and I will meet you back at the horses.” He smiled at her as his made his way back to where his stallion and her mare were grazing just a few meters way from the pool. While he waited, he pulled out her pants and jackets and transferred them to her horse. Then he made his way to the stream and drank from it for a moment before returning back to the horses.
As he shifted his hold on her, Kos’s body continued to shudder, and her canal squeezed his cock. Each thrust of his brought a moan as he kept her cumming. Finally he ejaculates and stops. She feels her pleasure ebbing and is disappointed, but once more accepting. Her body continues to throb and pulsate though in aftershocks.
She makes no move as he dismounts and then pulls her off the horse. When he places her in the water though and washes her sensitized body, her eyes glaze slightly and her breathing increases as he once more builds tension within her by his simple touch. She is disappointed as he walks away and then comes back with more clothes for her. She hides it though and just nods at him and gets out of the water. Drying off, she dresses and moves back to the horses. She waits patiently for him.
Her thoughts turn inward. She didn’t realize that she was currently sexually frustrated, having never experienced it before. All she knew was she wanted him to make her feel good again. She’d never been given such a gift before with past owners, and she was finding herself wanting more such experiences.
He did not have to wait long for her return. In that dress he would be able to access her as and when he or she required it. With her hair still wet as she looked at him as if waiting for a command, he watched as water dripped from her head. He took her in from boot to head and breathed in deep as he observed her still erect nipples through her dress. He picked her up and placed her back on the horse before jumping up himself. Like before, she was facing him as he put his feet in the stirrups. He then kissed her passionately as he led the horse on.
It did not take long before he felt her wetness against his covered cock. She was clearly still in need of him. He smiled at her as he pulled her closer. Lifting up her dress and unbuttoning his pants to expose his already throbbing cock, he lifted her up upon it and let the movement of the horse do the rest.
She was startled to be placed on the horse backwards. That is, until he mounted up and kissed her. She automatically moved her legs to lie over the top of his and pull herself closer to him. Her arms wrapped around his lower ribs to help hold her on. She felt herself rubbing against him again. She felt the heat and wetness from her sex, and the tension slammed back into her. A soft sound escaped her.
A soft whimper escaped her as he shifted and moved her. When she looked at him, a near desperate need on her face, she saw his smile and then felt him enter her. She briefly searched his face, before the pleasure mounted enough to cause her eyes to flutter and her head to fall back as she started to pant. With a few more steps, she suddenly cries out when her body starts quivering as once more she cums.
Each step of the horse brings a fresh wave of pleasure as well as a cry from her. She clings to him, frantic to keep the sweet ecstasy going. Her pussy convulses around his cock each time. She doesn’t want this to end, ever. Not a good attitude for a slave, but she can’t help it.
Feeling the quivering, excited him as his cock grew within her. He too enjoyed the motion of the horse, which made his cock move from side to side within her. On occasion certain movements of the horse encouraged his cock to go that little bit deeper as she held on tight to him. Her tightness ever so slightly encouraging his ecstasy, as he wanted this to go on forever. He quite simply was in no rush as he felt her cum over and over again.
Feeling quite secure on the horse, he took his hands from the reins and positioned them around her hips to rock her gently from side to side. He then drew her close so that any passer-by would think that she was sleeping and bringing her in closer with each orgasm. After she came, he would kiss her with passion before he would begin again as her honey freely flowed out.
As Valandil shifted her body closer to him with his hands on her hips, her pleasure suddenly intensified. She cried out rather loudly for her. Her orgasm now raged through her body with such force for several long yards of the walk. Her canal squeezed tighter and tighter around his growing rod. Her breathing became strained as she continued to gush forth nectar. Finally, unable to take any more of the sweet bliss, she collapsed boneless against him, her mind spiraling down into darkness, as she literally orgasmed to unconsciousness. Her body continued to react though, and she trembled with continued climaxes.
The continued tightening around his cock, served only one purpose and that was of complete ecstasy. She was clearly enjoying him and he her. It would be some time more before his seed would enter her and when it did, it exploded within her. This warm gift poured into her as his cock pulsated continually until finally he pulled it out so that she could rest.
He could see that her eyes were closed now and assuming that she was asleep. He rode the rest of the way to the town of Lemoria in which he hoped he would find Zachariah at the Blue Bard Tavern. He whispered “Wake up” as they came within a few yards of the tavern.
Kos woke slowly. The motion of the horse startled her and making her cling to Valandil until her mind woke up more and she realized where she was and why. She looked around and saw where they were. She then looked up at him, only to dart her glance away. She was ashamed that she had passed out while he was getting his pleasure from her. She had never done such a thing before., Come close in her first days as a slave, but never actually done so.
Her gaze dropped down to the dragon. Weloth had returned as they entered the village, and now ambled along next to the horse. “Ah, you’re awake again. Good. I think we’re here.” She just blinked at the dragon and then craned her neck to look at the tavern they were approaching.
Like before, and once he was sure that she was awake, he leaped off the horse with her and landed softly to the floor. Once stable, he assisted her to get a good footing on the ground before releasing his hold. He then fastened the two horses to the wooden rail and started heading inside. “Please guard the horses while I do my enquiry. I will be just a few minutes.” He smiled at her as he entered the tavern.
True to his word he returned but moments after entering and updated his companion. “It seems that it is Zachariah’s day off, so we have the day to kill, so to speak. Tell me what do you fancy doing with your day, Kos?”
She blinked as he dismounted them off the horse and then settled them on the ground. She watched as he headed into the building. Weloth approached and nudged her. Absently, she dropped a hand on his head and started scratching. Weloth hummed at the attention and his eyes closed half way in pleasure. She finally glanced down at the dragon, and a gentle smile sat on her lips watching him enjoying the scratching.
She didn’t notice Valandil,’s return until he spoke. She jerked with surprise and looked up at him. Her hand had stilled and she received another nudge from Weloth that automatically made her scratch without even looking. She listened to Valandil, but when he asked her what to do for the day, her eyes grew wide and panicky. As a slave she either sat in a room given her, sat near her owner, or was in her owner’s bed. She’d never had any other options, and had no clue what to say.
He touched her face softly to try to calm her down as he could see that just the question frightened her. “Never mind” he said softly “You can come with me if you like and explore the town with the option of us both finding a place to rest along the way.” He paused for a moment for a facial response from her before continuing. “I tell you what, why don’t we both find a place to stay first. You know a place that has a stable for the horses, and then once we have dropped of our belongings in the room we can find a nice place to have some lunch.” Like before he waited for some clue as to what she wanted to do. Anything so that he did not feel like her master would do.
The relief that washed through her at his words was so strong her knees actually buckled, and she lurched. Weloth was quick to snake his head around and push her towards Valandil. She fell up against him and clung to him. All she could do was nod her head at his change of mind. She hears Weloth in her head. “You are hopeless. Silly kos, you really need to learn to speak up.”
Weloth looks up at Valandil and debates trying to speak to the male. Kos was going to need very small baby steps to relearn how to think like a person instead of a slave. He wonders though if the effort is worth the possible outcome. So far, Valandil, while trying his best was sending the poor girl mixed signals. He used her as a master would a pleasure slave, and then expected her to make choices like a free person.
Kos flinched at Weloth’s words, he called her girl again. She peeked out and looked to see Weloth looking intently at Valandil. He wasn’t talking, she sensed that, but was thinking. She trembled a bit, wondering what was going through his mind. Weloth finally looked away. He had decided to try to ‘talk’ to the large Elf when he slept. It would be far less taxing and easier to reach his mind that way.
Seeing her relief in her eyes made him feel as if he was making progress or at least he had made the right choice by her. As she was still clinging to him, he picked her up and put her on his back and began to gather everything up. Once done, he remarked “Are you alright up there, my dear?” as he led the horses down the road. “It should not take too long to find stables for the beasts so we can walk more freely through the town.”
True to his word it did indeed take just a few minutes of slow walking to find such a stable, opposite an inn. He paid the stable master to take good care of the horse and then with all the bags in his hands and Kos still on his back, he strode up the inn entrance and went inside. Much to his delight it was quite a luxurious establishment with what looked like a fine restaurant to the right of the reception area. Upon dropping his bags and helping Kos to the floor, he gestured to the young blonde woman at the desk.
Kos let out a slight squeal as Valandil hoisted her to his back. She now felt like an idiot. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck though. She wasn’t about to fall off and look even more stupid. She watched from her perch as he finally found an Inn with stables. As he paid the stable master her head ducked from the strange looks the other was giving them.
When he entered the Inn proper, and finally let her down, she kept her head ducked and stayed very close to him. She didn’t want to even see the strange looks they were probably getting. Weloth ambled up and nuzzled her hip. Her hand automatically reached for his head and started scratching again as she listened to Valandil and the woman he talked too.
He talked to the young woman for some time. He had sorted the room quite quickly and soon a bellboy took the bags from around them and with a key in his hand, he went to unlock the room and dump the bags for the two guests, whilst Valandil continued to talk with the blonde voluptuous assistant.
The conversation soon moved to more important topics such as a possible sex game for a bit of fun for Kos. As the conversation developed some of the ideas included her and Kos spending some time together whilst he watched. The woman even suggested that she would be more than happy to do this for free if Kos liked her.
As she said this she lend over the desk to show her cleavage to Kos and directing her attentions on her “Well my dear” she said with a warm and welcoming smile “would you like to play with me?”
Kos looked up suddenly realizing that much of their conversation involved her. She blinked at the woman owlishly and then looked up at Valandil. His expression told her what her answer should be. She turned back to the woman and gave a slight and hesitant nod. Most onlookers would take it for shyness. In Kos’s case it was resignation. She had had to pleasure women owners before, so she was no stranger to the process.
Weloth looked between the three his gaze settling on Valandil with a snort. This Elf was something else. Didn’t he realize he was just compounding the issue with Kos? Of course she was going to agree. After all her owner had just made negotiations for it. Weloth gave a strange dragon-ish sigh and ambled off at that point. If he didn’t, he was going to do something uncivilized. Like bite the Elf.
Seeing that Kos clearly agreed, the human female introduced herself as Amy and went to the back to find out when her shift was due to finish. Once she returned she explained that she would be on shift until the late afternoon and she would come to their room once she had freshened up and changed into a something a little more comfortable.
Valandil became quite happy at this point and did not notice that Kos’ pet had wondered off. He then gave the woman a friendly kiss on the cheek before allowing her to go about her business. He then turned to Kos and by doing so he could finally see that her dragon had gone. “Come” he said “Shall we go and find your dragon and see about going into town to buy you some new things and do a little exploring? As we won’t be making it to Celondum until tomorrow.” Really hoping for an answer this time, he waited for some clue as to her needs as he was slightly disappointed that they would not be making it Celondum on time so he decided he would make the most of it while they were here and also hoped that she would too. The woman was for her. In fact he would probably leave them too it, he considered, once they were back at the inn. Perhaps he would let them enjoy one another whilst he went to the bar to relax. He wanted so much for her to feel more than she did. The transition from slave to equal was a long journey and he longed to see the transformed Kos once she was whole again. So he waited for her patiently to respond.
Kos looked up at Valandil’s words. Her voice was soft. “As you wish, Mas- Valandil.” She looked away and looked around for Weloth. Not seeing him right away, she called out to him mentally. “Weloth? We are to go into town. Where are you?” She heard a sigh from the dragon and then saw him come into view. He looked disgruntled and out of sorts. “Weloth?” All she got back was dark brooding, and she dropped it. She looked to Valandil instead, waiting for him to decide when they would go.
Hearing her voice pleased him. It seemed that she was finally getting the confidence he wanted her to show when communication. “Well we can go for a walk if you like?” He handed her some coins and continued “Take this for now and if we get separated we will meet back here alright?” Showing nothing but care and concern for his companion, he smiled at her warmly and took her hand. “Come, let us go and have a little fun. If you see anything you like either buy it yourself or just ask me until you fell comfortable doing so yourself.”
It took just a few minutes to get to the harbour where the merchants had laid out tables of the catches and treasures that they had gathered from the adventures over the sea. Some of which was trash but some caught the eyes of the many visitors that were admiring them. “Please Kos take a look and have fun. I will be right by your side.”
She blinked as he handed her coins. She made sure her hold was tight enough. She had nowhere to put them, but her hand. He took her other hand and she walked along with him. She kept her head down though and only glanced at things out of the corner of her eye. Despite his words, it was not a slave’s place to look at, nor buy, things, unless they were charged with the shopping for the house.
Weloth ambled along, sure to stay on Kos’s side away from the tall Elf. He’d occasionally wander of to investigate something, but always returned by her side. A couple times Kos went to give him scratchings only to realize that was the hand holding the moneys Valandil had given her. All she could do was knuckle scratch, but he seemed content enough with those.
Kos paced Valandil as best as her shorter legs allowed. She kept to herself, and said nothing, nor looked at anything. Her gaze stayed down, and she showed no interest in the going ons around her. The only thing she kept track of was Weloth and Valandil.
He could see that as they walked his companion was most of the time looking down. This displeased him a little, as she was clearly not interested in what was on offer, so with his free hand he lifted her head so that she could see the market place a little better. One of the first places they came across was a leather merchant that sold bags. He looked at them for some time before turning to her and suggesting “Kos, pick one for your money, if you like, so that you have somewhere to put it.”
Like before he waited patiently for her to choose and buy one before he would move on the next store. She had to learn to buy things for herself as this was a good way to build on the independence that she so lacked. As he waited and wait he did, he considered what he was to do with her as if all she found joy in was sex then he feared that he would soon tire of her and he did not want to do that as there was something about this woman that intrigued him greatly. As he stood there he hoped that some how she would begin to find joy in other things besides his cock. For now however, he too took great pleasure from sex with her and could see no time in the near future when such things would become mundane and boring.
Kos started to panic at Valandil’s order, until Weloth bumped into her and spoke. “Find a pretty one. Maybe with a dragon on it?” She looked down at Weloth startled. Frowning she moved closer to the stall and looked. She was nervous, but Weloth stayed on her side and rose his neck up to inspect the pouches as well.
“Ah pretty lady, see something you like?” Kos tried to back away from the merchant, but Weloth moved his back legs and effectively wrapped his back end around her and then his tail snaked around and finished encircling her. She couldn’t move and she froze frightened with nowhere to retreat. The merchant frowned slightly at her, and that made her start to tremble.
“How about that one that matches the blue in your hair? And it has a, well, it’s a Wyvern, but it will do in place of a dragon.” Kos’s eyes darted to the one Weloth described. “If you like it you have to let the merchant know. Don’t be frieghtened, I am here and won’t let anything happen to you. Even if that oaf of an Elf is pushing you too fast.”
Kos stared down at Weloth in startled shock. What was this? He was upset at Valandil? Why? A slight jarring by Weloth brought her back to the task at hand, as well as the warning growl. Slowly she pointed to the pouch. She didn’t look at the merchant, but she did speak, quietly. “Could I purchase that one please.”
The merchant beamed at her, though it was lost on the top of her head. “Of course, pretty lady.” He grabbed the one she pointed at. “That will be a silver.”
Kos blinked briefly. “That would be a light shiny one in your hand.” She carefully opened her hand and looked to see what was in it. Spotting a light shiny coin within, she delicately extracted it and held it out to the merchant. “The yellow shiny are gold pieces, light shiny are silver pieces, and the brownish red shiny are copper pieces. Just so you know.” Kos looked a little ran over by a herd of horses at this, but didn’t look into her hand or even move, waiting on the merchant.
The merchant took the silver with a smile and handed over the pouch. “Anything else, pretty lady? Perhaps--” He was cut off by Kos’s sudden shake of the head, Weloth had moved as she received the pouch and she made a hasty retreat back to Valandil’s side. The merchant definitely thought she was an odd one. She still held her money in one hand and the pouch in the other, it was as if she didn’t know what to do with either. He watched as the dragon with her strolled over to her and butted her money hand.
“Put that in the pouch you just purchased, Kos.” She stared at the dragon a bit wide eyed, but was quick to do as he said. When done she tightened the pouch, but continued to hold it in her hand. She looked up to Valandil, waiting as to where to go next.
She had done very well, he thought, for her first time, so he smiled at her before complementing her “Well done for your first attempt at independence. Now use the strap for the pouch and wrap it around you. As he spoke he gestured to her how to do this and hoped she would get the idea. He was pleased once again as he observed her doing this and then they were on their way down the street to look at more wondrous things. As they walked he started to talk to her once again “I hope you like your pouch as it looks very fine on you dear Kos. Perhaps with that money, which is now yours to keep, you will find more luxurious items. Just keep your head up otherwise you will miss them.” As he said this, he took her hand and wrapped his fingers around hers. He liked touching her and he hoped that she did too.
They would spend the next few hours searching through the market until finally heading back to the inn. The first day, exposing Kos to the basics had been a good one. He looked forward to arriving back at the inn, where he would expose her to more social interactions during dinner and then the final gesture of kindness towards her, for the day, he would give Amy to her to play with. So they walked, hand in hand, from the bay to the inn. Upon occasion he would glance at Kos to see if she was still keeping her head high as he was proud to have her by his side.
Weloth snorted in disgust. The tall Elf was worse than Kos. At least Kos was conditioned to her current mind set. Weloth didn’t know if the tall Elf was truly ignorant, or just chose to see things as he wanted, instead of as they were. He stayed close to Kos as they meandered through the market. Occasionally he would bump or nudge her as she let her head drop. She never fully raised it, but at least she wasn’t looking at her feet. She was going to take even longer to feel free if the stupid Elf kept throwing things at her one right after the other before she was ready.
Finally they turn back towards the Inn. Kos relaxes slightly, until she remembers what Valandil had set up for the evening. Her gaze drops back to the ground. This time Weloth doesn’t make her keep it upright and she is thankful. She may have been out of sorts at the market, but at least it had kept her mind off what Valandil wanted her to do. Now her thoughts turned to that. She hadn’t paid much attention to the conversation at first. Perhaps he was trying to sell her, and was allowing the woman time with her to see if she actually wanted to purchase Kos. She gave a quiet sigh.
Once inside, he could see that Amy had finished her shift as there was another lady ready to greet them. He asked for the key and was about to turn to go to the room when he spotted Amy at the bar. She was dressed in the finest dress he had ever seen and she looked quite captivating. Kos would most definitely like her, he thought. With a few hand gestures it seemed that she was going to meet Kos and him in the restaurant for dinner.
Once this had been finalized, he, still holding Kos’ hand, went to the room to begin to get ready for dinner. Once inside the room, he released her hand and spoke to Kos. “Now, Kos we are going to that nice restaurant for dinner, so you and I will pick out some clothes for you to wear. Some of which you have purchased today and some you already have. Will that be alright? Nod if you agree or shake you head if you prefer to do it yourself. Once done we will join Amy for dinner. That way you can get to know her a little before you spend the night together. However, if after the evening you prefer not to be with her for the rest of the night, just say so as I am sure she will understand. It is after all up to you as I am doing this for you. Does that sound reasonable?” he smiled warmly at her as she questioned her.
Kos just looked at Valandil. She then turned and went to her pack. She pulled out the clothes he had gotten her. She was quick to separate pants and shirts from the dresses he had bought. Those she put back in the carry bag. She looked through the various dress outfits. Plainer ones she also put away. Valandil had said nice. She looked over the six that were left. One was a nice red silk, with some flower design on it. Another was a pale blue with what looked to be cloud designs. Another was a darker blue and no designs. One was emerald green with tree and leaf designs. One was a pale green with a vines design. And the last was a plain lavender. The ones with designs were more concealing, while the two without were rather revealing, swooping back, and a dipping front, with thin straps to hold it to the shoulders. She looked to Valandil, unsure what he would consider nice enough for tonight.
He looked at them as she displayed them for him to consider. It was clear from her actions that she had some clue but he could tell that she needed him to assist towards the end. He found that the darker blue one caught his eye as did the plain lavender one. He liked them all of course as he had assisted her in buying some of them and the rest he had purchased for her. So he pondered for a few moments as if in deep thought before picking the darker blue one. So he pointed and said to her “I think this one, my dear, for tonight, as you do not want Amy to upstage you, I am sure and this one will ensure that she knows that you are the bell of the ball so to speak. He then left her to get changed whilst he put on his clothes of choice for the night.
Once ready he came from the other side of the room and as he caught sight of her it was like someone had taken his breath away. The dress fit perfectly and she looked wonderful in it. The shoes he had bought her complemented the dress completely as she stood there waiting for him. It was like she was transformed from a servant to a lady. He smiled at her approvingly as he caught his breath and walked over to her to take her arm. “Come” he said “It is time for dinner.” With that, he smiled again and opened the bedroom door before walking downstairs with his companion.
Kos stood there, uncomfortable in the clothes of a free person. Weloth looked to her while they waited for Valandil’s return. He came up and nuzzled her gently. “It’ll be alright. We’ll get you through this latest escapade.” She smiled down at Weloth in gratitude. She didn’t know what she would have done without him. She’d probably be a mindless, numb wreck by now.
She didn’t understand his comment of being the bell of the ball thing, or Amy upstaging her. There was nothing she could do to compete with Amy. Nor was it her place too. Amy was free, it was her, Kos, who was the slave. And Valandil was either loaning her to Amy for Amy’s own pleasure, or he was trying to sell her to Amy. Either way, Kos had no say in the matter and was resigned to her fate.
When Valandil came out and looked at her, she dropped her gaze to the floor. His expression was strange and it made her nervous and frightened. Had she done something wrong again? He spoke and took her arm, leading her out and down to food. She trembled slightly, unhappy with the fact her time with Amy was growing closer. She walked with him and sat where he indicated. Weloth sidled up and sat on her side opposite Valandil. If he sat near the Elf he would finally break and bite the blasted fool.
Upon entering the dining area, he could see that Amy had already taken her place at the table. It was a table set for four people, two either side. Amy moved along so that he could sit next to her and by doing this, he gestured for Kos to sit opposite him. Her dragon had come too it seemed which amused him a little. He wondered if he should order a meal for the pet so he did once the waitress came to their table. As well as the food, he ordered bottles of wine which he encouraged Kos to join them in drinking. He was not sure if she had ever tried such a drink before, but he was not too worried as the room was not far from here.
As the wine continued to be poured into the quickly emptied glasses the evening became a little looser. Dish after dish was served and comfortably disposed of. As the wine began to take effect the mood relaxed considerably. Valandil hoped that the wine was having the same effect on Kos as it was him as Amy discreetly unbutton his trousers to play with his cock from under the table. With the mood shifting to that of sex, Valandil removed his shoe and teased his foot in the direction of Kos’ sex. Seeing that she had not put on any panties made the next action easier to perform. With the tip of his toe, he teased her with a flick of her clitoris. It did not take long for her honey to coat that toe as he continued to tease her as he watched her reaction. By this time, the other guests had already gone to bed as had most of the staff, so what was to happen next could be done without interruption.
Kos sat uncomfortable throughout dinner. Somehow Weloth managed to make her drink disappear on her after only a sip and thus she didn’t become drunk as the other two obviously had. She watched them being silly. She jerked and looked at Valandil with wide eyes as his foot came up to her sex. She didn’t move not sure what he was up to now.
Weloth had finally had enough. The oaf was relaxed enough he could reach him. “ENOUGH! Stupid Elf. You are pushing her too far too fast. She is nowhere near ready for the freedoms you push on her. Furthermore, you continue to send her mixed signals. Telling her she is free, and yet still using her as a sex slave. Are you really so blind? Take your trollop and go. I will keep Kos safe. And if you want her to start feeling less of a slave, why don’t you think of a proper name for her, instead of continuing to call her girl in your tongue.” With that he nudged Kos out of her chair and proceeded to herd her to the stables. They would bed with the horses. She’d be far safer there than in the same room with that fool and his new woman.
Kos stared at Weloth, she couldn’t even begin to believe Weloth had gone at Valandil like that. She didn’t move except for her jaw dropping as Weloth continued. When Weloth nudged her out of her chair she was far too stunned to do anything but go where Weloth directed her. Soon she was in the stables and bedded down with their horses. Weloth curled up in front of her to keep anyone from Kos.
Hearing the voices in his head confessed him, he was sure that the dragon was talking to him. Every word made sense to him. He had never tried to help someone as confused as Kos before and of course a name for her was the obvious choice. But how would he approach the subject. However, before he could answer the dragon, they were gone. With that he buttoned up his pants and followed them outside to the stables. Amy followed as she was also concerned.
He tried to tap into the mind of the dragon as he ventured into the stables and found them both with the horses. “Kos” he roared “come, this is outrageous. And you dragon will move from her so that we can all talk as you seem to have found a way to tap into my mind.” He then calmed a little before continuing. ”I have to say that you could have talked to me sooner as you seem to be quite the expert on such matters. Do tell me more on what and how I should help dear Kos as I feel I have failed her greatly in this venture. Believe it or not dear dragon I do care for her, but I am at a loss on how to help her, so your wealth of experience is more than welcome here.” He then sat down beside the group to rest until the dragon or indeed Kos answered.
Weloth raised his head, but didn’t budge. Smoke suddenly billowed from his nose as he looked to Valandil and saw the Amy woman still with him. “You will stay put!” Both Elves heard Weloth and his tail came down on Kos lightly to pin her in place. “You say she is free, then order her about like a slave. Which is it, Oaf? The only reason I make the effort to speak to you now, is that I have had enough. You will destroy her mind and who she is if you continue in this manner. Make your choice, and make it NOW!” His eyes had narrowed and small flames were licking around his mouth now.
Kos shook there behind Weloth, her eyes and the top of her head could be seen peeking over his backside. She looked positively terrified. Her eyes darted back and forth between Valandil and Weloth. Her eyes widened impossibly more as she noted the flames coming from the dragon’s mouth. Her eyes darted to Valandil and if possible she looked even more frightened then when this had started. She was now in serious fear for his safety, Weloth was pissed. Tears started leaking from the corners of her eyes as she looked at him.
“Choice” he yelled “What do you mean?” he looked confused at the dragon. He did not want to hurt him as he was dear to Kos, but he had no idea as to what he was talking about and he was clearly upsetting Kos and he could not have that. So he waited for the dragon to assist further as of right now he needed his help.
The flames around Weloth’s mouth grew large suddenly before going back to the small licking flames. The horses snorted nervously, but so far didn’t spook. “Are you really stupid? Choose Elf. Is she FREE, or is she still your SLAVE?” Weloth was really and truly getting tired of this one. Perhaps he should just make a meal of him, and the trollop with him, and take Kos elsewhere.
Becoming quite angry at the dragon’s stance he responded “She is free of course. I try to get her involved in everything, but I am no expert. I do all things to please her and to make her happy but of course I am quite clueless at it as I have not done this before. So insults aside I would appreciate your help.” He then backed off from the stables until he was at the door and waited for the dragon to assist further.
Weloth calmed down slightly as Valandil left the stall. The flames disappeared and the smoke became wisps. “Very well, to start, you will start getting her, her own rooms. You will not take any more sex from her. You will let her come to you for it. Small steps. She bought a pouch today. Good, but don’t throw so many things at her at once, and when she starts to back off, don’t shove her forward. Patience will be the key. And you WILL NOT set up sexual encounters for her with others, you fool. She thinks you are trying to sell her for the Egg’s Sake. And most importantly, come up with something better than kos to call her. She hasn’t been a girl for a very long time.” This time Weloth managed to keep Kos out of the conversation entirely. Not easy with an Elf who had the natural ability to hear his kind.
Kos stared back and forth. She had noted Weloth calming down, but then Valandil had retreated from the stall too. She didn’t know what if anything was being said this time, all she could hear was a low buzzing from the dragon. Like people talking from a great distance in another room. Her gaze finally settled on Valandil, she wondered if he would punish her for the dragon’s actions.
“Alright, that is what I have been trying to do, failing of course, but I never claimed to be good at this. So how would you approach the subject of a name for my companion?” He paused for a moment as the dragons answer finally sank in until he responded once again “One the subject of sex, I have only ever wanted her to come to me. I hope, like you do, that someday she will indeed do so and until then I will take your advice gladly.” He smiled at the dragon with a hope that he could see it and waited patiently for a response.
While he waited and wait he did for quite some time, he added a few more replies “Finally my good dragon” he continued “Of course I will request that she has her own room and I will consider slowing down on the input regarding her experiences. But I ask one thing of you. help me to train her to use her own bloody horse, alright?” With that he fell silent and went back to waiting.
Weloth blinked at the last comment made before he could even answer the first ones. “Crap. We have a problem there I see already.” He sighs thoughtfully. “We shall work on it, but as you saw already, she’s too terrified of the blasted animal.” He pauses again, lost in thought on how to sort that one out. Sex was going to be hard for them to avoid until she wanted it if they continued riding together. Today showed that all too clearly. He finally sighed and gave a slight shake of his head. “We will have to try our best, but she will probably still ride with you in the end. As for the name, what is a name of your people you like? She has been called an object for all intents and purposes. Gift her with a name you think fits her, or you want her to grow into. Being called by an actual name will go a long way towards changing how she sees herself and how she thinks… I hope. Our luck, she’ll probably still be too blasted stubborn. You have 37 years of slavery working against you, you know.”
Finally he moves, rising up and shaking himself slightly. He turns and prods Kos up and nudges her to the stall door. Kos doesn’t need much prompting and soon slams into Valandil and wraps her arms around him in a hug. She had thought that Weloth was really going to roast and eat him for many long tense moments. She was relieved he had decided not to. She was sobbing into his body.
Weloth canted his head and sighed. “Well, she’s grown attached to you. That’s a step in the right direction at any rate.”
As he held her there, he dismissed Amy, who judging by her face completely understood. He then spoke to the dragon once again. “Thank you dear dragon. I am sure we will do our best for her and I thank you for coming into our lives at this time.” He then turned to his companion and like before he picked her up and kissed her softly on the lips before taking her back to the inn. Once inside her walked to their room and placed her on the bed. “Good night, Sylvaria” he said. He expected confusion in her eyes at the mention of the name, but it was time he stopped calling her girl. He rose for the bed once he had put the covers over her before heading downstairs to book another room for him to rest. Once done he took the room next to hers.
Before he settled in for the night, he went back to her room to inform her of his location. So he opened her door.
Weloth followed as they headed back into the building. Finally, the Elf was seeing sense. Now to see for how long. The horse situation was going to be their biggest problem he saw, but they would work on it. They entered the room and he watches as Valandil puts her to bed. He is amused by Sylvaria’s confusion over her new name. “Kind of pretty don’t you think. I like it, Sylvaria.” He ambles over to the fireplace and curls up for sleep as Valandil leaves the room.
Kos is beyond confused as first Valandil then Weloth both suddenly call her Sylvaria. She looks back and forth at them both, the expression on her face quite comical. She watches Valandil leave the room and stares at the door wondering if Amy was going to come in now. She never realized the woman was gone for the night, not to return. She continues to watch the door and almost has fallen asleep when it opens once more. She shrinks back fearful of who walks through it, until she sees Valandil. The relief on her face is too obvious.
He smiled at her as she looks over the covers, so very sweet he thought. “I just wanted to tell you that I am next door if you need me for anything. I’ll see you both in the morning for breakfast. Say around 8am, alright?” He paused for a moment and then just before he shut the door he tossed her key to the dragon for safe keeping and said “Well good night and sleep well.” And with that he was gone.
He waited outside her door just encase she came to it, but she did not. Or at least not while he was standing there. So he went to his room. Upon locking the door, he realized that his clothes were with Sylvaria. He smiled at this realization and instead of going back to collect them, he simply undress and put his naked body under the covers and promptly fell asleep.
Kos sat here stunned as Valandil delivered his news. She watched him as he stood there briefly then tossed a key to Weloth. She blinks as he shuts the door. She doesn,’t know what to do or think. Finally Weloth’s voice comes to her mind. “Sylvaria, laydown, get some sleep.” At first it doesn’t register that he means her, using that strange name. But finally she realizes that he does mean her and lays down. She doesn’t sleep though, for a very long time.
Her thoughts chase themselves. Had she done something? No, this must be her punishment for Weloth’s outburst earlier. Or were him and Amy enjoying each other? Strangely, that last thought actually hurt. Finally, she drifts off to sleep with a couple hours before the dawn. She has exhausted herself with her fretting.
He was not to see Amy again that night as he lay there in the dark, hoping that Sylvaria was alright. He lay there wondering if she would come to him, but it had been quite a day anyway so before long he fell fast asleep.
By morning he woke to the sound of the birds on his window sill. He put back on his clothes that he had thrown to the floor the night before and then was suddenly overcome with the most awful headache he had ever experienced. He sat down for a moment before going to the bathroom to freshen up. Feeling a lot better he left them room and ventured forth to knock on Sylvaria’s door. So he tapped on the door and waited to be let in as the door was locked and he did not have the key.
Kos didn’t hear the knock on the door, but Weloth did. He rose and peered at Sylvaria and saw her still asleep. His head canted briefly, then he moved up and nuzzled her. She didn’t move. Worried, he went to the door and slid the key under it for Valandil. “Something is wrong with Sylvaria. She is not waking. Hurry up, key’s on the floor at your feet.” With that he turns back to the bed, and tries to nudge her awake again, all to no avail. He checked her over, and found she was breathing still, so she hadn’t died on them. That was a relief. But why wouldn’t she wake?
Open hearing Weloth, in his mind once again and like last night understanding him completely, he panicked and took the key to open the door. As he burst in, he could see that, as the dragon has explained, that Sylvaria, as that was her name now, was still fast asleep. However, once he had checked her over and unlike the dragon, he did not try to wake her. He just simply kneeled down by the dragon and explained. “It is alright, Weloth, she is simply exhausted from all the excitement of yesterday. She probably has not been asleep for too long.” Then he suggested “How about we leave her too it for a while and head downstairs for breakfast. We can leave her a note on the door, in big writing so she does not miss it, telling her where we are. She can join us once she awakens.” He waited to hear what Weloth thought of that before continuing.
Weloth sighed. Exhausted? He supposed it was possible, she had been through a lot yesterday, most of it new, and probably traumatizing. “Do you think she knows how to read? Thus far, I have not seen her display the least bit of attention to anything written.” Speaking to the Elf was growing easier with each use now and Weloth had no issues doing so. He wondered at the wisdom to leave her alone completely, able to read or not. It might frighten her to no end to find herself completely alone. “In the future, for now, I think you should keep the key to her room, just in case. Once she is more used to being her own person, then you can start giving her the key.”
He had not considered that she could not read. Of course it was possible, so he changed his idea and suggested “Perhaps we can stay here and watch over her until she wakes. I am sure she has lots to discuss and I really do not mind where we do it. She has been through quite enough without thinking that we have abandoned her.” In regard to the key, he accepted that was also a good idea. Again without thinking, he had given her more to take on. He would in the future be mindful of that. Or at least he hoped he would be.
Upon responded to his so called advisor, he liked that ‘advisor’, he backed away and sat by the bed just a few feet from Sylvaria. He watched her for a considerable amount of time as she slept before turning to his advisor, Weloth, once again. “So tell me, Weloth, what brought you to that market place where we first met you.” As he asked him, he realized that he was starting to become quite intrigued by the little dragon, so he rephrased the question. “In fact tell me about yourself, my good friend as I am quite curious.”
Weloth accepted the change and settled back down by the fireplace, ready for another nap. Unfortunately, the Elf decided to be inquisitive to while away the time until Sylvaria woke. The dragon cracked an eye open and looked Valandil over. The eye closed, but his voice entered the Elf’s mind all the same. “Was hunting for her. Though I didn’t know at the time it was her. She naturally projects her thoughts to my kind without realizing it. And in turn we can talk to her with no effort. It is as if she is one of ours. Unlike yours which is mostly closed. I had to wait until a time when your mental shields were down enough for you to hear me.”
The dragon lapses into silence for a while, before continuing on. “There’s not much to tell about myself. I am one of maybe two hundred eggs,, and one of maybe ten or twelve siblings that was strong enough to survive hatching. I am not quite a century old, and still young by my kind’s standards.”
Again he lapses into silence. “You might want to think of breakfast brought up before too much longer. She will probably sleep for a while if your thoughts are correct. No sense in us starving while we wait.”
As he said breakfast, he tummy rumbled. “Ahh, yes, breakfast. I will be right back. I will surprise you with something special,” and with that he was out of the room and down into bar area. He was not long as he had simply ordered steak and eggs with toast and a few other traditional breakfast treats to fill the table once it arrived. He did not see the point of waiting in the bar, so he gave the room number to the waitress and walked briskly back to the room. As he entered he informed his advisor “She tells me it won’t be long.”
Once informed he returned to her beside and rested his head against his hand and waited for the breakfast. After a while he communicated once again to his advisor “So, tell me some stories of your kind while we wait for her to rise.” As he said this he smiled at the dragon.
Weloth cracked an eye open again and looked at Valandil. “Your kind really can’t sit still and quiet without endless chatter can they?” A sigh came from the dragon, and he was really wishing Sylvaria would just hurry up and wake up. “What exactly are you wanting to know? We are intelligent, obviously. We can use magic as we get older. We live longer than your people, who thus far are the longest lived humanoids. We can fly. Some of us breath fire, some acid, some cold, some lightening. There are too many more to list. We are hard to kill, as our hide is very strong, like a natural armour.” He lapses back into silence to let the Elf digest the information.
He was quite impressed by what he heard and hoped that he would never leave him or indeed her. He then relaxed in the chair until the breakfast arrived. He, with the waitress, laid out the food and the scent soon filled the room. As he sat down at the table, he hoped the smell would arouse Sylvaria to awaken, however it was getting cold so he took his first bite of a sausage as he gestured for the dragon to join him.
Kos stirred slightly as breakfast was delivered. She took a deep inhale of the aromas and then sighed. She didn’t move though for a very long time. Then suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat bolt upright. She looked around the room confused and out of sorts until she spotted Valandil. She then seemed to not only relax, but almost heave a sigh of relief. Last night was nothing more than a bad dream. She sat quietly and watched him eat, not about to presume that any of that was for her.
As he ate, he would from time to time look over at her, until finally he observed her sitting upright in her bed. He could see her confusion as she looked around the room. He ate for a few more minutes before smiling in her direction and gesturing for her to join them as he put a plate out for her. “Good morning, Sylvaria, do you want breakfast?” he suggested as he moved his attention back to his food.
Kos stared at Valandil for a long moment. Evidently last night wasn’t a bad dream. He was still calling her by that strange word, Sylvaria. She had no idea what it meant. She looked to Weloth. “What does Sylvaria mean?”
Weloth looked up from his food at her. “It is your name silly girl. It is high time you had one. It is rather pretty don’t you think?”
Kos stared at him. “My name is Kos.”
“No, kos is the Elvin word for girl, it is not a proper name. Sylvaria is. And that is now your name.”
She stared some more at the dragon. Finally she just sighed. Valandil was her owner, if he wished to rename her that was his choice. She would have to remember to answer to it. She looked to Valandil. “Please. May I have some breakfast, Master?” She completely forgot to call him by his name as he’d requested. Her mind overwhelmed with everything at the moment.
Weloth looked up sharply and was quick to speak to Valandil. “Do not correct her, she is going to slid back now and again. She’s overwhelmed enough already. If she fully reverts back to using that term, then gently correct her. Let’s wait and see if this was just a mild slip up, hmm.” He went back to his food, though watching the two Elves closely. He felt her accept the new name for all intents and purposes. It was a step in the right direction.
He did what the dragon advised, as so far he had not been far wrong. So he did not correct her and simply said “Please do. I have some here for you too.” He put his utensils down and added some more items to her plate while he waited for her to come to the table. Once done, he spoke again “I think once we have eaten we can go to the Blue Bard Tavern and see if Zachariah is back. Then once I have seen him we can venture forth to Celondum.”
He then continued to eat his breakfast and upon finishing, he stood and with no rush for the others to finish he began to gather up their belongings.
Sylvaria, as she was now to be called, rose from the bed and came to the table. “Thank you… Valandil.” She sat and began to eat. As soon as Valandil finished, she did too. She wasn’t full, but she wasn’t hungry anymore either. And while she had ate some, she’d pushed more food around her plate than what actually went into her mouth. She sat quietly watching him. He seemed different this morning. And she wondered if he was going to try to force her to ride that blasted horse again. She gave a soft sigh and looked down at her plate. She was still very tired.
Seeing that she too had finished her breakfast, as he observed that she was simply playing with her food, he took the bags outside to the stables and fastened them to the white horse.
Once done, he returned to the room to see if Sylvaria was ready to go. Upon entering the room, he smiled and spoke with a question “Want to ride with me today, Sylvaria?”
Weloth gave Valandil a sharp look, but the over whelming relief he in saw in Sylvaria kept him silent. She really and truly was scared to ride the horse the Elf had gotten her. He pondered on that. They weren’t going to get her to learn to ride until she got over that fear.
Sylvaria nodded at Valandil. “Please.” She didn’t understand why he asked her. She was too tired to even try to figure things out. Her mind just couldn’t seem to work through the cotton batting it seemed to be stuffed with. She was feeling like crying at the moment, and it was all she could do not to do that.
He smiled when she said she would ride with him, but he still needed her to find the courage to ride by herself. Until that day, he would welcome her to ride with him. He then turned to the door and before he opened it he turned to her and speak “Well, I will bring the horses round to the front while you and Weloth freshen up for the journey. Would you like me to come up for you once I have them or should I met you downstairs?”
Sylvaria looked back up at Valandil as he stood at the door and asked her more questions. She blinked a few times, her eyes were filling up and she couldn’t stop it. Suddenly she bolted to the bathroom. Curling up in a corner the sobs finally came. She was too confused, she didn’t understand what he wanted from her.
Weloth looked after her as she bolted. “Uh-oh. She’s having a break down. She’s too tired. Things have piled up on her, and she’s not taking things well.”
“Perhaps we should stay here another day?” he said to Weloth as he bolted to the bathroom to see if he could help. He moved to her and upon picking her up, he held her close to him.
As he drew her close, he stroked her hair and simply said “Let me take you to bed to rest. I will then go and unpack the horses so that we can stay until you feel better.” He kissed her on the forehead and took her to her bed. As he got there he took of her clothes and help her into bed.
She clung to him, her body wracked with silent sobs. She became almost wild when he undressed her, she kept trying to cling to him. She clutched at him as he tried to put her to bed. She wasn’t aware of what she did, only that she was scared and frightened and he was leaving again. Strange whimpering noises were coming from her now.
He could not leave her like this, so he stayed with her. He would lie her down finally once he told her this and he would join her. He held her close to him with the hope that she would soon calm down. Having her this close was dangerous and she was naked too. However, his needs right now could wait as now was not the right time so he calmed himself as he draw her closer.
She slightly calmed as he put her to bed and joined her. She curled up against him and still sobbed uncontrollably. Her small hands held tightly to him, as if she was afraid he would disappear.
Weloth came over and looked them over then sighed. “She needs to sleep. Do what you must to get her there. You will have to start over when she is fully rested. She has excepted the name at least, we can start from there. Get her to sleep though. She will be much calmer with more rest.”
“I agree” he said to the dragon. “I am glad that we can communicate to one another.” He lay there for some time stroking her hair and face as she sobbed into him.
From time to time he would remove her tears from her face with his sleeve before returning to his stroking. She would stop soon, he hoped, as she needed to rest. He would not go to unpack the horses until she was safe and asleep, he decided.
Weloth gave a bob of his head and then moved to the fireplace. Looked like they’d be here a while. Sylvaria was in a wretched state. He hoped too she’d fall asleep soon. Sylvaria’s sobbing eventually tapers off to hiccups, as she finally drifts off to exhausted sleep once more. Her hold never lets up on Valandil, it is tight as if afraid he will disappear while she sleeps.
With her grip tight around him, he soon closed his eyes too as he felt that he may as well rest them as he was not going anywhere for at least a few hours. Whilst he lay there he struggled to remove his out layers of clothes to become more comfortable. Once done, he closed his eyes once again and brought her back to him.
Her proximity did nothing for his composure as his cock enlarged a little in response to her nakedness and position around him. He tried numerous techniques to alleviate this but of course they failed. So he lay there and hoped she would not notice his obvious need for her once she awoke.
Sylvaria whimpered as he worked to get his clothes off. She settled though as soon as he pulled her back to him. Her left arm flung across his chest, and her left leg draped over his thighs. She cuddled in closer, her head on his shoulder. She seemed to finally be sleeping peacefully. The morning and afternoon go by with her sunk in deep and healing sleep. She murmurs now and again in her sleep and shifts against him occasionally. Her dreams seem to be peaceful, no nightmares.
Sleep eventually took him but not before removing the remainder of his clothes, which he torn from his body. Now they were naked and very close, he found the shifts in her only heightened his arousal. He still remained absolute. He would not take advantage of her in this state. Once his mind was calm, he fell fast asleep and did not wake for several hours.
When he did, awake for a little while she was still close and had only moved to put her leg over his. Her could feel her warm sex against his leg as he tried to reposition himself before dosing off once again, until finally he awoke feeling fresh. He would now just lie there until Sylvaria was ready to awaken and then from there he would make plans to continue on with their journey.
Sylvaria slowly climbed from her deep and restful sleep. Unconsciously she felt Valandil’s naked form next to her, and that took her to strange dreams. Her body started to slowly rub and move up against his. Her breathing picked up slightly and soft moans issued forth now and again. Her hand on his body started to slowly move about, caressing his chest, on down to his belly, until it encountered his cock. Her hand made the jump to his cock and started to lightly rubbing it.
After some time, as he lay there waiting for her to stir, it became apparent quite early on that Sylvaria was having quite graphic dreams. Her actions confirmed this when she finally moved her hand from his belly and down to start to caress his cock. This time, unlike the many times before, it felt different. This time perhaps she wanted him, he considered, as his cock soon grow in appreciation of her efforts. He had observed her moans and before long he was adding his own to the mix, as he lifted himself off the bed rhythmically as she stroked his cock.
Her actions were clearly exciting him a great deal and before long, he had teased his hand down towards her sex and within a few seconds, he was parting her lips and was softly pushing his fingers into her already wet centre. To begin with, he would use only one until, as he persevered, he would eventually be using three and then four until finally he had pulled her knees away from one another and was teasing his hand into her honey saturated sex.
Sylvaria moaned loudly as Valandil started to play with her sex. Her body twisted at the waist, and her hips thrust against his hand, need evident in the movement. While her upper body stayed in contact with his. Her hand curled around his growing member and started to stroke it faster than she had rubbed it. Her hand tightened and loosened as it moved up and down him, very much simulating what her pussy would do, were he buried inside her.
Suddenly she started whimpering. In her dream she was getting that lovely build of pleasure he had introduced her too. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to release it in her dream, and she started to become almost frantic in her dream. This transmitted to the waking world as her hips suddenly and aggressively pushing against his hand. And the faintest of pleas escaped her lips. “Help me, please”
Hearing her pleas made him feel helpless and he was not sure how he could help. However, he knew he wanted to be inside her as the way she touched him made him want her sex. He removed her hand from his cock and pulled his from inside her, before moved himself on top of her. His cock slid in easily as his hand had enlarged her sex a great deal. Within moments, however, as he started to thrust, her sex encompassed his member as her lips tighten around him.
Now he would help her, he thought, as he pushed his cock in deeper, whist pulling on her already erect nipples which pulled her from the bed for a moment before he would release her only to repeat this action over and over as his thrusts increased in ferocity. He could not resist as they clearly needed some of his abundant attention.
They became red quite quickly, which did not stop his behaviour until finally he removed his fingers from them and lifted her legs over his shoulders before pushing into her once again. The speed and power at which he serviced her was a first for him. He could only imagine that under normal circumstances this might hurt anyone else. However, as he looked at her face he could not make out any discomfort in what he did. In fact, he perceived the opposite, so he gritted his teeth and enthusiastically continued as he grabbed her throat and dug his fingers into her neck. This action assisted him in supporting her weight as he brought her up to him.
Sylvaria’s whimpers grew louder as Valandil removed her hand and his from their bodies. The whimpers quickly changed to low moans of pleasure though as soon as he entered her. Her body reacted to his cock and the rough play on her nipples, causing her back to arch up with each time he pulled before dropping back to the bed. As he lifts her legs over his shoulders and grabs her by the throat, cutting off her air supply, her body reacts violently. Her pussy clamps around his rod as her nectar suddenly soaks the both of them. Her body shakes violently with her release, and strange strangled sounds emerge from her. She is brought from dreams to reality with the intensity of her pleasure and stares up at him. Her eyes filled with wonder as he once more gifts her with the sweet sensations of her body.
Her convulsions excited him as he grappled with her to secure his hold on her neck until he pulled her forward finally. This action had it desired effect as her honey poured from within her. He then released his grip on her neck and in the same moment positioned the same arm around the back of her neck, before she fell backwards. Seeing that his actions had now awoken her brought the pleasure up to the next level and with her face within slapping distance, he saw nothing except the opportunity to repeatedly strike it. He did not aim to hurt her. His only intention was to excite and he hoped that he was achieving this as he used his hand behind her head to push her down. In this position he felt he had full control as he stopped slapping her and placing a fistful of clothe in her mouth before pinched her noise. He expected her to struggle once again as he continued to thrust his cock within her sex. He was not stopping now. This would be a day to remember for the both of them.
The sudden slaps shocked her out of her pleasured state. What had she done wrong? The fact that he still moved on her was lost in her confusion. Tears had filled her eyes as he slapped her, but had yet to spill over. She struggled briefly as he stuffed her mouth and held her nose closed, trying now to suffocate her. Then she suddenly just goes limp. As much as she didn’t want to die, who was she to try to deny her master his will. She had done something to displeasure him, and now he patience had reached an end and he would kill her. Or, maybe he’d finally decided what punishment she deserved for last night. It mattered not either way. The tears finally spilled over as her vision went black and she lost consciousness.
The second she lost consciousness, he began muttering a chant and with that he observed her eyes opening. Once the chant was completed he pulled out the rag and released his fingers from her nose. She was back from wherever and he was ready to bring her new pleasures as his cock began to thrust once again as he removed her legs from his shoulders and put them around his waist. Bringing her to him, he kissed her passionately to bring new life to her limp naked body, which did stiffen upon contact. He wiped the tears from her cheeks as he looked longingly into her eyes.
Eyes fluttering open, she is surprised to still be alive. He pulls her towards him and kisses her. She doesn’t understand as he looks into her eyes with a strange emotion. She moves with him, afraid to do something wrong again. She doesn’t want a repeat, nor does she know what he wants exactly. He was so kind normally, yet there were times when he was brutal. She let it go, though, trying her best to please him and avoid more punishment.
He decided that his roughness was too much for her so he took it down a notch whilst kissing her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he moved his hands to support her hips and began to move her back and forth on him. The feel of her sex on his cock encouraged him to release his seed into her and once spent he would without a pause drive his cock into a little further as he stood from the bed and softly leaned her against the wall.
He would continue to kiss her for some time which would include the duration of the love making, which until he was happy that she was satisfied would be long indeed.
She felt his release, and accepted his continuing. After all she was his slave, and she wasn’t about to protest. She didn’t know what to make of being put up against the wall, but her body continued to move with his. She accepted his kisses. She didn’t make a sound, and the only movements she made were those that accommodated whatever he did. She had gotten enough rest that she could keep up with him without fear of passing out from tiredness.
He had pushed her too far, he knew that now as he frantically tried to please her. He drove himself into her but nothing came from her. No sound or emotion. Had he broken her emotion, he did not know. He could not continue this for now, so he stopped, withdrew his cock and sat her on the bed. Smiling at her warmly he calmly commented on his withdrawal “Come, I need to rest and think for a while. By all means join me if you wish as I like it when you are close and hope you do too.”
She knew she had upset him again. His words were hollow. She dropped her head, and moved wherever he indicated. He wanted her near, she would be near, as was her place. She recalled her dream and her waking from the dream. Everything had been feeling good and right, what had she done to upset him so. She searched her memories, but really found nothing to shed light on her error. A tear slipped from her eye and she huddled in on herself more. It seemed for all her training, she was a horrible slave to this man, her newest owner.
“You have done nothing wrong. In fact you are doing the best you can given that you have not been free long” he said reassuringly, as he pulled her to him. His cock still want her and so did he, but he kept getting it wrong so he would not force himself upon her until she was ready and wanted him too. Where was his advisor when he needed him, he considered. For now he would hold her and try to reassure her that she was the world to him or at least making her happy was.
She gave a soft put upon sigh as he mentioned her being free. She made no protest as he pulled her close to him. He seemed bent on believing her free, but she wasn’t, and she knew that. He had bought her, thus that made her his. She gave up on the circle of thoughts. She sat quietly in his embrace.
What was he to do with her? She brought out the best and worst in him. He had never been so loving and so violent to anyone before. His passion for her was obvious, but what was he to do.
And then it came to him, he would have to still give her things to do on her own each day or perhaps once or twice a week. As his advisor called it, ‘baby steps’. As it all became too clear to him, he fell back on the bed to relax and as he did this he teased her to him with a light pull on her shoulder. He then slid down the bed and opened up her legs. Her sex was still wet and ready for him so he moved his head towards it and with the lightest of caresses he licked her clitoris with his tongue.
She fell back at his tug, landing next to him. She wondered briefly what was next, then decided it didn’t matter. Her head lifted slightly though to watch him slide down the bed, curious. Her legs parted easily as they were supposed to as her owner demanded. Her head fell back after realizing he was up to something else sexual. Her eyes popped open very wide as his tongue licked her. Her body shivered at the gentle touch.
He worked on her sex with the lightest of touches for some time, as he moved back and forth from her clitoris to her lips. He was going to be gentle, he had to be. His frustrations he would take out elsewhere. He was being too rough with her too many times. How is she supposed to know he cares for her if all he keeps doing is hitting her. He would pleasure her until she understood as he pushed his mouth around her sex, working her most intimate of areas with his tongue, only looking up on occasion to see the expressions change on her face.
At first she continued to stare wide eyed up at the ceiling of the room. Her owner was licking her like she had seen animals do. She didn’t understand why he would do such a thing. She body shivered now and again, though. Eventually, her expressions would change to wonder, astonishment, joy, and pleasure as the familiar becoming tension built ever so slowly up in her. Soft moans were also starting to come from her, and her hips would occasionally make small moves with his tongue.
Bring her to climax slowly was the plan here. He would treat her rough only when asked to do so, or when he could not control himself. Right now he wanted to show how much he cared, perhaps how much he loved her. The affect she had on him drove him crazy but her reactions to his roughness clearly upset her as that had to be how her previous masters had treated her. Seeing her go into ‘slave mode’, as he called it, with him was too much to bear. He did not like it. Not so much for him but for her as he wanted her to enjoy her time with him. Respecting her in the bedroom was going to be helpful in bringing her out of this slave mind set, he thought, as he caress her sex with his tongue.
After a short time he removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers. He began to perform a sort of erotic massage, in which he touched areas of her body as softly as he could only increasing the pressure if he heard a response from her. He started with the areas around the groin and moved to other intimate parts of the body in way that he hoped would increase her sexual arousal.
Sylvaria’s eyes closed slightly. Her hips moved softly under his tongue. Her hands fluttered around of their own accord until they found his head. Her fingers ran through his hair softly. Moans and panting could be heard to come from her as her body’s tension continued to build. When he removed his tongue, she whimpered in distress and her eyes started to open back up. Then he replaced it with his fingers, making her gasp and moan. Her body shuddered and then moved instinctually with what he did to her. Her nipples hardened and her body writhed under his touch.
He continued to perform this act for some time as his fingers delved deeper inside to continue massaging her sex. He could see that she was now panting considerably. If only he had not packed the bags on the horse as he could really use some of the more exotic purchased to increase her ecstasy. However, for now he would make do as he moved his thumb around her opening.
After some time, he removed his fingers and moved them, still coated in her honey, towards her breasts. Upon touching her erect nipples, he teased them until they grew a little more. With the nipples now coated with her, he moved up to them with his mouth and licked them softly one after another. After a few seconds, he took a pause and looked to her and said “Do you want me inside you?”
Slyvaria whimpers as he removes his fingers and brings them to her breasts. The whimpers change to moans as he played with them. The sharp intakes of breath as his mouth then licks them. She doesn’t even think on his question. “Yes. Please. Mast—Valandil. Please.” She wants him very badly.
Hearing his name once she corrected herself pleased him greatly as he grabbed his cock in hand and positioned in towards he welcoming sex. Like before it slid in with ease as her welcomed honey coated his length. He would be gentle this time and once she was satisfied he would then spend his seed into her. So he began to slid his cock back and forth inside her bring her forward on occasion to kiss her mouth or erect nipples. Upon kissing her his tongue would glide into her mouth and entangle itself around hers. The passion in his kiss would not go unnoticed as he opened his mouth to accommodate hers. As he kissed her he slowly pushed his cock a little deeper inside her. It would be sometime before he would force himself in completely as he did not want to hurt her. So when he felt that she was ready, he did indeed push it into her until there was nothing more to give. He sighed as he did this as a little seed escaped his cock. This was the start of his release, the rest of which would follow all in good time. However, for now he continued to kiss her and repeatedly slid his cock into her sex as he slowly increased his thrusting.
A contented sigh comes from her as he finally enters her. Her hips thrust up meeting his, and her legs move to encircle his waist, bringing him closer. Her hands roam his shoulders and back. Her kisses are hungry each time he kisses her, and her body arcs anytime his mouth touches a breast. Moans issue from her through the heavy panting of her breathing. Periodically she cries out as he brings her to multiple orgasms. One hits her powerfully, and she cries out his name. “Valandil!”
His trusts became deep and rapid as he felt her cum over and over again until finally he gave her his gift. His explosion was slow and thick as his seed poured into her. He pushed in deep to cap the flow to prevent it escaping her sex, so too ensure that his seed found its destiny. He would assist its journey in any way he could as he sensed that she was receptive to it on this day as she had been for a least few. She might already be pregnant he thought but he could not take the risk. He knew enough about Elven female biology to know that if he wanted to get her pregnant then it would have to be now or they would have to wait a further six months until she would be receptive once again. He was not sure why he wanted this exactly he just felt that it was right.
His feelings for her were growing as he lay there as his seed pumped into her with each contraction. On the last one he smiled at her and considered further, for their child would be the most important gift to his kingdom. He had known this from the beginning but had not reflected on it. All the other treasure that he was sent out to find would pale in significance compared to that, he thought. So he held himself there as kissed her passionately with his cock still inside her, throbbing for her.
Slyvaria felt his release finally. She didn’t understand his stopping so deep inside her as he came, she was used to him continuing on in his thrusts. Having no clue about her own people, she never realized what he was attempting to do, or that she even could carry a child herself. Now that the pleasure and the passion was ebbing in her she looked at Valandil with slightly wide eyes. Had she actually asked him to have her? Would he punish her for being so bold? She watched him closely and saw no anger in him.
Her thoughts turned everything over in her mind. He seemed too really like when she instigated sex between them, even inadvertently as she remembered the dreams. She tucked this new information away, and decided to act upon it in the future. For now, she lay beneath him, waiting.
When he was satisfied that he had given enough time for his seed to do its work, he removed his cock slowly and kissed her until finally he lay next to her. After a few moments, he went to hold her, until relaxing with her in his arms. He did not want to let her go now that they had something so special to show for the connection, so he stayed with her softly kissing her face and slowly touching her body with his fingers.
Her canal seemed to contract with his slow exit, as if it didn’t want his cock to leave. She kissed him easily until he lay beside her and then held her. She actually snuggled into the hold and gave a soft sigh. She would smile quietly as he kissed her face, and her body reacted to his touches. After a long while of this, she hesitantly, ran her fingers along his ribcage where her hand had lain as they cuddled. She would move a bit and stop, as if waiting to see if she would be punished for being so bold. Then she’d move a small bit more and stop, until finally she reached his hip. She paused there for a very long time before her hand slowly ventured out with the same stopping and starting along his ribs, but this time across his stomach.
He could see quite clearly that his actions pleased her greatly. he had treated her correctly and she responded well to it. He smiled at her as she moved in response to his attentions.
He stopped kissing her and moved his hands to the side when she, without prompting, began to tease him with her fingers. Firstly on his ribs until finally finding their way to his stomach area. He felt movement in his cock as the anticipation began to build. Perhaps she was working towards touching him there. He hoped so. So he kissed her on the forehead once more time before laying back to enjoy her caresses. He would not tire of her affections, he believed that in his heart as he started to see her take her first step into independent thinking.
She froze as he stopped and moved slightly. She stiffened slightly, waiting for the blow to come. Instead she got her forehead kissed and it kept her still even longer, in confusion. Was he happy with her being so bold and acting above her station of slave? Having her head laying in such a way that she looked down his body, she had noticed his member stirring. She lay there a while longer wrestling with herself on if she should continue or not.
Feeling that she had paused for a moment, he started to touch her body once again. This time he would lightly touch her breasts and focus eventually on her nipples.
Even as he did this, he could still feel her warm and soft hand on his stomach. Her eyes seemed transfixed on his cock. What was she thinking? Seeing that her attention did not shift, he remarked “You can touch it if you would like?” As he said this, he smiled at her warmly “I think it likes you.”
Sylvaria’s thoughts melted into confusion as he once more touched and fondled her breasts. She started slightly at his voice and she looked up at him, only to pull back slightly as her eyes crossed at being so close. Her eyes dropped at his words and she colored slightly. Eventually though her hand did as he asked, and she slowly moved her hand down to caress the top of his cock from head to base.
With her hand on his cock and it growing to her touch, he moved his hands from her breasts. Running one of his hands softly down her torso until his fingers found her clitoris. Still moist from their activity just moments before, his fingers started to work her sex as she stroked his cock with her soft tiny hands.
She let out a soft moan as his hands slid down her body. A gasp came next as his fingers found her sensitive button once more. Her hips bucked up ever so slightly into his fingers. Her fingers curled around his member and continued stroking as it grew. Her eyes closed half way and her breathing picked up. She liked this, craved it, and her body responded to it eagerly.
Seeing her motion to his touch as he arched his spine to relieve her attention on his cock pleased him greatly. He liked pleasuring her a great deal. However, he found that by doing so, the task that he was sent to do by his homeland was all but forgotten. Not that he cared at this very moment, since all his attentions were focused on bringing her to new heights of pleasure that she had never experienced before and of course her touch on him was well received.
As they lay there flat on the bed pleasuring one another, he considered the next position that he thought she might like. Once he had decided, he removed her hand from his cock and slowly removed his fingers from her sex. Once done, he moved himself down the bed until his head was just a few inches from her sex and his cock was within licking distance of her mouth. He then lent on his side and moved her towards him until she was in a similar position. When comfortable, he moved his tongue into her sex and began to lick her softly at first until finally he would apply more pressure and speed to her honey coated sex.
Her eyes flew open as he removed her hand and his. What had… He moves himself around and on his side and then pulls her to her side. She understood immediately what he wanted and took his cock into her mouth and started moving on it. His own mouth on her sex at first surprised her. It didn’t stop her movements, and moans vibrated around his cock now as she moved it in and out of her mouth. Her hips curled toward his mouth more as the tension built in her body.
When his cock touched the back of her mouth as she took him in, he pushed in lightly that little more deeply and held it there until he could feel her start to gag. When she did he pulled back a little so she could breathe once again.
How she worked his cock was amazing as she focused on every inch of him. He could feel her tongue sliding down his shaft with careful precision. This only encouraged him to work harder on her sex, probing deeper inside with his tongue and rolling it around her clit over and over again. As he worked her, he felt her hips pushing against him with pleasure as he lapped up her honey. She tasted so good and he quite simply could not get enough.
Her nectar rushed forth at his intensity on her sex. She seemed to hungrily down his cock as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her moans picked up in volume and vibration. Her hands latched onto his hip and thigh. Sex had always been something she just had to do and a chore. Now he’d shown her there was a whole other side of it, and she wanted more.
He would spend a little while longer working her sex as the tension built up in his cock. Until finally, her attentions on him paid off as it began to convulse until finally he pushed his hips towards her as his seed burst into her mouth. He held his cock there until he was spent as he continued to lick her sex.
Once spent, he pulled out his cock and rolled her onto her front, placed each of his hands on either side of her bottom he lifted her up a little and parted her cheeks. Once in position, he teased her welcoming sex with the tip of his cock.
She swallowed his seed easily. Her body finally abated in its pleasure. She made no protest as he flipped her face down and then raised her hips. She felt him position himself in between her legs and lift her ass up. His cock rubbing her entrance made her shiver. She waited for him to continue. She didn’t move, staying in the position he’d placed her.
He teased her as she waited patiently for him to enter. He moved his cock back and forth from her sex to her anus entrance repeatedly for a while. Teasing his tip into both until finally settling on her sex as he pushed it slowly in. It welcomed him as it had done before as she closed around him as his cock moved inside her.
The teasing actually made her squirm a bit. Almost everything with Valandil was a completely new experience. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, and what it was doing to her. A sigh escapes her as he finally enters her and she pushes back to drive his cock deeper. She didn’t know why she was reacting as she was to him. For now she shelved it for later thinking. She started to move back and forth on him.
Feeling that she accepted his cock gladly as she pushed against it encouraged him to push back. Now with his shaft in as deep as it could, he moved his hands to her hips and encouraged her back and forth on his cock. He held her tight around her hips as he worked her sex with his throbbing cock.
She moved easily as he guided her on his cock. She already was coming close to another release. Her pussy was already starting to tighten around him as she moaned softly. She didn’t understand how he could do such things to her body.
He too was ready for release and this would be his last until they had spoken to Zachariah. He wanted to do this all day, but he had to catch the man before he went off duty.
He quickly dismissed the distraction and then continued to force his cock into her over and over again until finally his gift released once again inside her. As he released, he put his arms around her and dropped onto the bed bringing her on top of him as he twisted onto his back. As he lay there with her on top of him with them both looking up at the ceiling, he whispered “I love you”. The words came out so naturally. Perhaps he always had.
She cried out as her release came upon her suddenly. She was not sure what to think as he rolled them over with her on top. She stared up at the ceiling wondering what he was up to now. She jerked as he spoke words she really didn’t understand, and it left her frowning up at the ceiling trying to figure it out.
He held her there for some time until finally speaking again. Her silence was to be expected but he had to tell her how he felt. “Are you hungry? As I thought that we could walk to the Blue Barb Tavern and have lunch. While we are there I can speak to Zachariah. Once done we can either return here or pack up and head to Celondum.”
She nods at his question. She wiggles slightly and moves away from him and off the bed. She pads to the bathroom and gets herself cleaned up quickly. She was actually very hungry. And she soon emerged to find clothes and get dressed. She chose what she started to think of as her ‘travel wear’ being far more comfortable in those than in the dresses he had gotten her. She’d wear them of he wanted her too, but if she had to choose, it wouldn’t be them.
Seeing that she was indeed hungry as he was too, he waited for her to leave the room before he left the bed. He used the sink by the bed to clean himself up before getting dressed. He was still getting dressed when Slyvaria remerged from the bathroom.
He tried to rouse the dragon as he finished putting on his jacket. So he tried to focus his mind before trying to connect “Want to eat too” he said, trying not to startle the creature.
Weloth popped an eye open and looked at Valandil. “You two finally done then? About dratted time.” He rises up and shakes himself briefly, much like a dog. He then ambles over to Sylvaria and nuzzles her while peering up at her, an interesting movement to say the least. He then turns to look at Valandil. Sylvaria looked down at the dragon and gave him a brief smile. She started rubbing the top of his head as they waited on Valandil to finish up.
Amused at his advisors remarks and behaviour, he finished buttoning his jacket. Once dressed, he responded “Let’s go and get some refreshment then.”
He smiled at them both and walked slowly to the door. Once unlocked, he opened the door for them and gestured from them to exit with him
Both dragon and girl moved as one. They headed out the door, Weloth’s body slight behind Sylvaria’s so they fit through the door. They headed down the stairs together. Once they reached the bottom, they waited on Valandil to catch up and then lead the way.
He watched as they moved as one. He felt like he should join them in their synchronization but instead he locked the door, once they had passed, and followed them downstairs. Once there he paid Amy, who gave him a sweet smile, before leading the way outside to the horses. To his delight no one had stolen their belongs or the horses for that matter, so he untied them and remarked “Sylvaria, should we take the horses so that we do not have to return here? If so, jump up and we can be on our way.”
She moved easily out the door and was relaxed, until he mentioned hopping up on the horse. She balked and backed up several steps, her eyes wide and frightened looking. Weloth moved and circled her nuzzling and slowly shoving her forward to Valandil. “I think either the horses need to be led. Where you are going isn’t all that far after all.” Finally he butted her right into Valandil, and then planted his head in the center of her back, not allowing her to back away as she stood against Valandil. “Now, comfort and settle her before she runs to parts unknown.”
With Sylvaria close to him, he put his arms around her to comfort her whilst focusing on Weloth. He then remarked “Well I was suggesting that she join me on my horse as the other is fully laden with bags, but you might be right.” So he sighed to relax a little before kissing her on her forehead. “Come, Sylvaria” he said “Let us walk instead. I will lead the horses.” He then grabbed the reins for the two beasts and took her hand in the other before walking in the direction of The Blue Bard Tavern.
As the dragon suggested it did not take long for them to arrive at the tavern. Nor did it take long for Valandil to find Zachariah, who was working in the kitchen due to the chef not showing this morning. Upon his return to Sylvaria’s side, who he had asked to stay in reception, Valandil was spinning a fob watch in his fingers until finally putting it in his pocket. “Let’s get a table shall we and decide what we are too eat on this fine day.”
Sylvaria calmed considerably as Valandil spoke. That he hadn’t meant for her to ride on her own was a relief, but not as much as just walking right now. Weloth released her back when Valandil put his arms around her and wandered a short distance in the direction they were to head and waited for them.
They soon arrived at the tavern and the dragon stayed with her as Valandil disappeared for a bit. Upon his return and suggestion, she nodded and followed him into the eating area. Soon they were settled and she waited for him to order their food. Weloth settled in next to her and preceded to rub his head up against her leg frequently. This made her automatically scratch at his head whenever he did.
A waitress, who introduced herself as Lucia, soon came to them to take their order. He ordered a large jug of wine for the two of them as well as water for his advisor, before ordering a platter of the meats, fish and vegetables that they had on offer. That way he hoped that Sylvaria would like something on the plate.
Within twenty minutes or so, the food arrived. By that time he was taking his second mug full of wine from the jug. He had been explaining to his companion that the watch that she saw was in fact the next heirloom that he had been searching for and Zachariah had confirmed that they needed to head to Celondum where his brother, Corrigan, would have news of the last of the items that he would need before heading home. Like his brother, he too owned a tavern. If he had remember it correctly, it was in the centre of the city and it went by the name of The Seventh Sanctum. He explained all this to Sylvaria whilst taking the occasional sip of his wine.
She listened and watched him drink. She filed away the information of where and who they were to go and see next. The wine he poured her sat there untouched as Weloth happily drank of his water. When the food arrived, she waited patiently for him to serve it. Watching as he served himself and then started to eat. Weloth looks up at her. “Well? Aren’t you going to get us some food?”
She looks down at him and shakes her head. “Not my place too.”
“Oh, for the love of…”
He then looks to Valandil. “Did you stop thinking altogether with your thinking head after mating this go around?”
Before suggesting that the others should have any, he took his first mouthful of food to check that it was good. While he was swallowing, he was interrupted by the dragon, who was enquiring in his usual pleasant way. “Of course, I was simply testing the meal” he comment.
After swallowing, he filled a bowl for his advisor, placed it down on the floor, where he was sitting and watched as he tucked in. “There you go, oh patient one” he said with a little humour. His attentions then transformed to his companion. “Help yourself Sylvaria; we do not stand on ceremony here.”
So there they were the most unlikely of grouped adventurers, tucking into their food before they would venture forth and claim the last of the heirlooms. The book in which this was written has been lost in time.
However, word of their victorious return has been passed down the generations. It is written that upon their return, to Valandil delight, Sylvaria gave birth to a beautiful daughter some two months later, as she did indeed fall pregnant during the time of their adventures. The birth and Sylvaria being reunited with her brother, who recognized her upon her return, settled her mind and brought her and Valandil much closer to one another. More than Valandil could have ever wished for.
During their happy years together, of which there were many, the daughter would grow up and have adventures of her own. That, however, is another sto
Kos looked at him, studying him as he came up to her. He was tall, way taller than her five foot eight inch frame; she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. She continued her studying of him as he spoke to her current owner and was treated rudely. When he looked down at her she cocked a brow at him but still stayed silent, even as he asked his question. There was no hostility in her eyes or manner, just open curiosity.
She drank in the site of another so much like herself. His green eyes were beautiful, like new grown leaves and seemed kind and gentle. But she had been tricked in the past by appearances. Better the demon you know then one you didn’t? Perhaps, but did she really want to stay with the beast she was currently owned by? She was full of other questions as well, but her instinctive need to avoid notice was too ingrained in her to speak or react to him. Finally her eyes drop to the ground and she waits to see what he will do.
Seeing her drop her head displeased him a little, but he smiled at her to reassure her that he meant her no harm.
It was customary to examine the stock before purchasing, he did not like doing it, but her owner would think it strange if he did not do at least the basics. As he started to move his soft large hands over her smooth but tight skin, he began to see her as more of an equal than as a slave. This was not befitting an elf of her quality. What had brought her here?
He moved his hands to her chest and examined her breasts. They were quite perfect as was the rest of her upper body. He looked into her eyes and asked her owner politely “Please, could you remove her leg restraints so I can examine her further.” With a snap of a leaver the restraints were unfastened and her legs were free. Still looking into her eyes he instructed “Please could you open your legs as I wish to do the last series of examinations?”
She didn’t flinch or move as he started his examining of her, she had been through it more times than she could remember and it no longer affected her. She did raise her eyes enough to look at him and watch his reactions. When he looked into her eyes, hers seemed to search his for something, but then it was like a veil dropped and they lost all expression. It was as if her true self peeked out for a moment again, only to duck back behind a wall of some sort.
She obediently opened her legs and let him finish his examinations. Again, there was no reaction from her, though she did maintain eye contact for as long as he did. Her owner’s lack of civility to this other like her, and his anger with her for the night before was going to make her expensive for him to buy. She wondered if he’d bother, same as they were or not.
Just as he moved his eyes from her to explore the quality of what lay between her legs, he was certain that he caught a flash of something familiar within her eyes, but before it came to him it was gone again. He sighed a little and then promptly continued with his examination only occasionally reflecting on the misery of this woman as he kneeled down to examine her lips before pushing his thumb inside her. Like her breasts, he found her lower extremities to be off a particular high standard and upon removing his thumb, he found that he could not help himself but to taste her as he removed his thumb and placed it in his month. Her taste was only comparable to the finest honeys of home.
For that moment he paused savoring every part of that flavour that he could. He then with the thumb still wet turned her around and slowly pushed it into her anus. He left it there for a few seconds until finally removing it and requesting a towel. Pleased, he went over the owner and said confidently “How much for the elven slave? As I wish to take her away from this place this very day.”
There was much haggling as the price was dropped a little more with each gesture of the elf’s hand. As if he was somehow manipulating the owner in some way. After a few minutes the elf returned with a blanket and a key. He unlocked her hand and waist restraints and remarked “You are with me now” he handed her the blanket “put this on.”
She watched him as he examined her womanhood. She didn’t visibly react to his thumb inside her, but evidently her body still produced the honey that came from there as he next put his thumb in his mouth taking in her taste. When he turned her around, she quickly forced her body to completely relax just before his thumb entered her anus. She’d learned long ago it hurt less if she wasn’t tense. She didn’t move from how he’d left her, except her head slightly to watch the haggling.
Kos was stunned to say the least that he’d bought her. She was quick to wrap the blanket around herself once she was freed of her restraints. She looked up at him waiting for directions on what to do next. This tall man possibly of her people had just bought her. What would her life be like now? He had so far been kind and gentle with her, but once behind closed doors would that change?
Giving her a moment to realize her new fate he finally spoke and took her hand. “Come let us find shelter for the night as for the morning we have much to achieve and not much time to do it in.” Whilst on the search for an inn, Valandil took the young woman around the many stores that littered the roads and assisted her in finding new clothes. The first place of interest was a leatherworker, who custom made fine brown leather garments. Valandil instructed his new companion to try on the items that he picked for her.
After many an attempt to find the right sizes, Valandril had purchased for her boots, that went up just below her knee, bracers that covered her lower arms and a waist coat that just about covered her breasts. He instructed her to wrap the blanket around her mid-section before finding a tailor who was selling pants. He picked out a pair of knee length trousers for her and asked her to try them on and then asked “Do you like them? … “ at that he realized that she had not a name as yet. Perhaps she already had one. So he asked “Tell me companion, what should I call you?”
Kos tried on many things at her new owner’s bidding. Eventually she was outfitted in finer clothes than she’d ever seen in her life. She was rather shocked by the whole experience. No master before had even bothered to see if what they gave her fit, let alone have the items be more than merely rags. She looked up at him with much gratitude and gave him a nod at his question of her liking them. Her voice was barely a whisper as she told him what she had always been called. “Kos.” She looked down at the ground once more. She wasn’t prepared to deal with this level of kindness, having never encountered it before.
Her head suddenly snapped upright and swiveled until she focused in on something. “Ow that hurts! What are you doing? Why?” She was suddenly off like a shot. Being small and wiry, she darted through the crowd easily.
Suddenly she came to a skidding stop on her knees and wrapped her arms around something small and reptilian just as a whip cracked down, hitting her square across the back. She flinched slightly, but made no sound. “Shhh. I won’t let them hurt you no more.”
“Who are you?”
“A friend.” Voices could be heard raised in shock, anger, and amazement as this waif of a child was wrapped around the vicious little beast, and took a whip without a sound. In truth the creature was a small baby dragon, neither vicious or dangerous yet, just lost and lonely. Kos had heard the dragon’s call and responded. Lost and alone herself, well maybe no longer alone, since one of her kind had just bought her.
He found that it pleased him a great deal to know that she liked the garments and upon hearing her name he smiled back at her and as they walked once again down the street, he mentioned that he would like to be called Valandil.
Suddenly she was off. He tried to grab her as she darted off but he was not fast enough. “Kos wait” he yelled, knowing that she clearly had no intention of stopping; he jumped onto the rooftops so to not loose her in the crowd and followed her down the street. She did not run for long as he had to make a sudden stop. He could see a crowd formed around her, so he jumped from the roof tops just a few centimeters from her side. With all he could muster, he bellowed “Leave her alone, she is my companion, if you touch her again you will have my fury to deal with and I assure you all you do not want that.” He turned his head to the one with the whip and stared at him furiously. At that the whip set on fire and crumbled to the ground. The crowd soon dispersed in shock at his words and of what had just occurred. He then turned to Kos to comfort her. “Kos? What possessed you to run off like that?” he said with a little more calm in his voice. As he looked at her he could clearly see the creature that was within her arms.
The dragon snaked his head down and around the small two legged creature wrapped around him to peer at the latest thing to go on around him. His head reared back slightly as the tall two legged bellowed at those around them. His head cocked slightly as the creature approached his creature. He gave a slight hiss at his approach, but backed off as he realized the tall one wasn’t hostile. “Who is this? Another friend?”
“I… I do not yet know. He just bought me and is my new owner.”
The dragon’s head dipped back down and then up and now cocked to look at her in an odd angle within her arms. Her eyes were tight shut, as if she were waiting for a beating. His head dipped and he peeked out from under her arm at the tall one as he spoke gently to his two legged. He disappeared and nudged her gently. “He is speaking to you.”
Kos slowly opened her eyes and raised her head even slower to look at her owner. Her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at him. She knew she had no right, he’d already been overly kind to her, but she prayed to whatever Gods might be listening that he had just a bit more kindness in him to buy and free the dragon from this savagery he was caught in.
Fearing no further danger for his new companion, he knelt down before her as if the create an element of submissiveness. He moved his hand to her chin slowly and used it to tilt her head so that her eyes met his. Before speaking, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You need to begin to stop fearing me. I mean you no harm.” He smiled at her warmly and continued “The only thing that I ask of you is that when I speak to you, you need to learn to respond verbally, as I do not usually like to repeat myself and from what little I have heard of your voice so far, it is quite beautiful and when you speak, speak with more confidence. I do not wish to have to strain to here you anymore.” He smiled at her again as if to suggest that there will be no beating today. The fact of the matter was that he would rather beat himself than harm a hair on her head. He knew she had been through quite enough in her life up to this point and it was time for a new tack.
He waited for the tension in her body to relax a little before he turned his attention to the dragon. “Now Mister Dragon, what are we to call you and what can I do to assist you in your hour of need?”
Kos studied his face. Her eyes darted all over it studying him closely. She must have seen something to reassure her for she suddenly relaxed, her arms sliding along the dragon to wrap around his neck loosely. The dragon turned and nuzzled her briefly. ”He doesn’t seem a bad sort. Very kind to you.” His head swiveled to look at the tall two legged. ”Tell him my name is Weloth. And what do you two call yourselves anyway?”
”I am called Kos. His name is Valandil.” The dragon didn’t miss the subtle difference she made between their names. His name was, she was called. Clearly she didn’t consider Kos a name really, just what others chose to call her and she’d come to accept. He gave her a nudge to remind her to speak. Kos turned her face slightly and peeked at her owner from around her hair. “He says his name is Weloth.” She paused slightly, and then rushed on. “Please, Master, could you free him from this imprisonment? I know I have no right to ask…” She trailed off and dropped her gaze to the ground.
Pleased that his words calmed her a little, Valandil tried to reassure her still further. “You have the right to ask whatever you wish of me. You are my companion, not my slave.” He smiled at her with compassion in his eyes. “It is for me to decide if what you ask is something that I can do.”
Wishing to please her, he looked at the dragon and remarked “Good, pleased to meet you Weloth.” He turned his attention back to his companion and concluded “Now let us see about freeing your new pet, shall we Kos?” He looked around as if in search of something. He then turned to the dragon once again and whilst he looked into the dragons eyes he spoke to Kos. “Tell me Kos, who does he belong too so that I can purchase him for you?”
Kos blinked and looked up at Valadil with surprise clear on her face. She looked as if she was about to speak then dropped her head again, confused. Not his slave? But he’d just bought her; of course she was his slave. One did not buy someone and then just free them, that was not how the world worked, at least not that she’d ever noticed. She was pulled from her whirl of confused thoughts by Valadil’s voice once more asking her a question.
Cocking her head she looked to the dragon, having no idea who currently had him. ”Pet? Not likely, you are my Two Legged.” She gave a small smile at that. Long since used to being claimed thusly by dragons, it didn’t even cause her to blink. Dragon’s looked at things far different than Humans did or Others as well. ”Tell him it is the man over by the stall glaring our way. The one dressed in the pants and tunic of gold and red.”
Kos peered around and spotted the man easily. Turning back to Valadil she speaks again. “Weloth says that it is the man to our left, next to the stall in red and gold.”,
“Right you are then, dear companion.” At that he stood and said “Wait right here, I will not be more than a minute.” Before he left, he felt it important to satisfy the confusion, he had observed in her face, regarding his remark about her now being his companion, so he explained. “I bought you, from that dreadful man, because I sensed you needed to be free and to be quite honest, I find myself quite drawn to you. I do not know why, as yet, so I thought we could figure that out together.”
Once he had spoken, he walked over to the man who had been pointed out by Kos and spent a few seconds discussing the dragon with the man. After a few moments the man seemed to be gesturing that he just take the dragon and get it out of his sight. Upon his return to Kos’ side he stated to the dragon so Kos could hear “It is done you now belong to dear Kos here.”
Kos sat there stunned. He had actually bought her to free her. But why? Weloth gave her a hard nudge. ”He is good to you, you should be happy.”
Kos shook her head. ”All I have known is being owned by another. Any life I had before that doesn’t exist. I…” She stops as Valadil returns and looks up at him. She rises to her feet; a hand stays on the dragon. “I… thank you, Mas- um, Valadil. But…” She stops as she is roughly shoved by Weloth.
”Can we please go before the other changes his mind?”
“Oh, yeah.” Kos looks to Valadil., “Did you know where we are staying?” She thought she remembered him saying something about finding lodging, but she could have misremembered. She had an anxious look, like she expected the dragon to be taken away at any time suddenly.
Looking at the man who he had just been bartering with for a moment before turning his attention back to Kos, he concurred “Yes I think you are right, I do not know how long the spell will work on him….“ He paused for a second, as he realized he may have said to much. “Yes” he paused again as though deep in thought. “You are right we were looking for lodging weren’t we? So let’s find somewhere to rest for the evening.”
He took her hand and gestured forward. After a few yards he had an idea. He turned to his companion and suggested. “Tell me, dear companion, have you been in the city long and if so do you know of a place where you would like us to stay in for the night?”
”Oh ho, a mage is he? Interesting. I will have to get to know this one better.” Kos blinked at both Valadil’s comment and Weloth’s. She couldn’t make up her mind who to respond to first. She was a bit uncomfortable with the hand holding, something none of her past owners had done either. The dragon ambled along on the other side of her and she kept a hand on his neck as they walked.
She blinked owlishly at him when he stopped and asked for her opinion on a place to stay. “I… uh…. Well, I have been here a few moon dances now, but…” She looks down, she was a slave, it wasn’t like she could pick an Inn and stay at it. Was this a subtle cruelty by him, seeming kind, but asking her for things she could not give him answers too? A constant reminder of her status in life?
Weloth nuzzled her again, sensing her distress. She gave him a gentle rub on the head, tears pricked her eyes. She’d far rather be beaten, physical abuse heals eventually. Mental though, that lasted a life time, and rarely healed. ”Stop. He is not cruel. I can sense these things you know. He truly is concerned for your well-being.” Kos gave Weloth a tiny smile but make no comment.
“Please continue your sentence, as we are in no hurry, even though I am sure you would not have been in such places, you must have seen them during your station here?” Wishing only to include her in the discussion making, however, seemed to have backfired as he could see that his questions upset her. So he changed direction in the conversation.
He stopped on the path and taking her hands in his and whilst looking to her eyes he smiled at her warmly. “Do not be concerned, I am sure we will find a lodging together. Come let us take this road up here to the left as there is a sign which seems to suggest that there is an Inn down that road.”
She brought her gaze to his when he took her hands. “I do not really know. I spent my time either in the market stall or at my past owner’s home, with travel only being between the two.” She started to drop her gaze again, becoming uncomfortable with direct eye contact going on for so long. But his next comments brought her eyes back to his. She gave him a nod and then moved off up the road with him.
”See. I told you. I know these things.” Kos looked side long at Weloth, but still made no comment back. Valadil was being so kind, but then they were still in public. Once he’d finally secured a room, and they were tucked away in it, things could change. As they grew closer to the Inn, she grew more nervous about how he would be in private. “Would you stop already. He is neither cruel nor evil. He likes you, and just wants what is best for you.”
”I am a slave, of course he likes me. He can do what he wants with me, and I cannot refuse since he owns me.” Kos snapped a bit in her reply to Weloth, not a normal reaction out of her, but she was finding herself more uncertain with Valadil than with any previous owner she’d ever had. Weloth just made an odd sound and ambled on, not saying anything more. He hoped in time she’d figure things out.
It did not take long for the three of them to arrive at the door to the inn. “Ready?” he said in a more rhetorical way than actual as he opened the large dark oak door to what appeared to be a reception area.
Before crossing the threshold, he turned to her as he could feel a slight shake in her hand and commented “Now for the big question Kos, are you listening?” He paused to wait for some acknowledgment and the continued in a soothing manner “Would you like to share a room with me or would you like a room to yourself with your dragon? It is up to you of course as I would not like you to feel as though you do not have a choice in the matter.”
Kos looked at him warily at first, and then looked positively pole axed at his separate rooms question. Had she done something wrong? Weloth, that had to be it, her responding to him and trying to help him. She was a slave, she shouldn’t have done so. She started to huddle in on herself only to be bowled over by Weloth. Weloth then rose up on his hind legs and tried to wing smack Valadil, but only got his shoulder, the Elf being so damned tall and all. Dropping back to all fours, it was clear the dragon was glaring at both of them. A rather comical sight to behold. ”Tell him one room, two beds.”
Kos looked up from her prone position at Weloth, and shook her head at his demand. Weloth made a disgruntled noise really wishing the tall two legged could hear him. Or better yet, that he was old enough to be able to speak aloud, something he wouldn’t be able to do for at least another couple years. ”Two Legged, just tell him two beds, one room. You will be more at ease this way, and he gets the feeling of not pushing you into anything. Trust me, it will work out.” He padded up to her and gave her a fond nuzzle. ”Please, for my peace of mind.”
Kos looked up at Valadil finally. “Weloth says…” A low growl came from the dragon and she swallows hastily and changes what she was about to say. “Can we get one room with two beds?” Her head drops back down while she waits for an answer. Weloth gives her a lick. ”See. That wasn’t so hard.”
“Of course we can, on one condition” he commented “You try and break the habit of dropping your head when you have finished talking. You are not a slave anymore. I have bought your freedom to do as you please. Remember?”
At that, he continued on towards the desk where a small man with a very large beard was sitting working on what seemed to be a ledger of some kind. “Excuse me good sir. I wish for myself and my companion along with her pet to take lodgings in your fine establishment.
The man looked up slowly from his ledger and responded kindly “And how many rooms or beds would you like?”
“One room with two beds, if such a room were to be available of course.” The elf responded.
The man, span on his chair and took one of the long keys of the wall from behind him. Room three, up the stairs and to the right.” Valadril took the key and threw it to Kos. “You can go up if you like?” he said warmly, to his companion. “Now before you go,” said the inn keeper “how many nights would you like to stay, so I can keep this book as accurate as possible?” Valandil considered this for a moment and then suggested “I am not sure at the moment good sir, shall we say a week for now and I will pay in advance should I be called away prematurely.”
The man raised an eyebrow. No one paid in advance he would have to write in another column for that. He signed and held out his hand to gesture for the money. The elf dropped a large coin in the man’s hand and said “Should that be sufficient?” The man’s eyes widened as he nodded in agreement.
Kos seemed to pull back slightly from his words, a flinch, just the tinniest bit. Twice now he’d said she was free. If true, what was she to do? She no longer knew any other life. She was starting to panic when Weloth gave her a nudge again. ”Stop, just take it a day at a time. Besides, it’s not like his request is unreasonable. He could have asked far worse of you.” Calming slightly from the dragon’s attentions, Kos looked up to watch Valadil move across the room.
She never even tried to catch the flying key, Weloth had to snap it out of the air and then drop it into her hand. He nudged her towards the stairs to get her moving. Once in motion she easily moved up the stairs and soon located their room. She fumbled a bit with the key, but soon had the door unlocked and she and Weloth entered. It was huge, easily accommodating the two large beds leaving much walking room as well. There was a large fire place at the side of the room facing towards the foot of the beds.
Kos moves quickly to it and gets a small fire going. When she is done she stands in the middle of the room a bit lost as to what to do now. Weloth though curls up before the fireplace and soon is asleep. The two Two Leggeds could sort things out between themselves for a bit, he was tired. Kos looks over at the dragon and realizes he’s sound asleep. She wraps her arms around her middle and just stands there, looking sightlessly at him, lost in thought.
Once he had dealt with the inn keeper he was upstairs like a shot. The door to Room Three was ajar, so he slowly opened the door just enough for him to gain access. To his relief, she was not getting undress. He had of course seen her naked already but now that she was his companion, things felt a little different. It was not proper to find a lady naked unless she was inviting him in, he thought.
To his surprise, he found her just standing there in the room, as if waiting for her next order. He tried again to relax her “I was not ordering you to go to the room, I thought you would like to get comfortable and rest for a while.” He walked towards the linen cupboard and pulled out an extra sheet. “Here” he prompted “You can get changed if you would like.” He looked at the sheet and continued “This sheet here can be fashioning into a temporary robe, whilst you are in the room.” He gestured over to the on-suite “Please, you can use that room to get changed if you like. I will also change while you are in there. I will knock once I am decent, so that we do not have any embarrassing moment, alright?”
Kos whirled around at the sound of Valadil’s voice. She took a small step backwards, nearly colliding with the dragon. She watched his every move as he spoke. Finally an arm still wrapped tightly around her middle, snaked out and took the sheet he held out to her. She gave him an odd look, but didn’t argue. She was far more comfortable in silence than as a chatterer.
She dutifully retreated to the room he’d indicated. Once there, she took time to carefully take off each item she wore and fold them and stack it all together. She was very careful not to let anything get the least bit marred. She eyed the sheet he’d handed her, not really sure what he wanted her to do with it. She finally carefully set her folded clothes atop to sheet to better protect them. She then looked around the room curiously until his knock came.
He watched Kos close the door and then once he was alone he began to slowly remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Once naked, he put them on the dresser.
Like he did for Kos, he took a sheet and wrapped it around him. Once dressed, he found that he could hear nothing from the other room, so he walked over to the door. He tapped on the door with his hand and called his companion “Kos, you can come out now if you are ready to rest.”
Kos scooped up the clothes wrapped in the sheet and grabbed the boots that sat off to the side. She carefully balanced everything while she opened the door and stepped out. She eyed Valadil briefly before looking around; she spotted his clothes sitting on the dresser in the room. She stepped lightly over and put the things she carried on the floor next to the dresser. As she stood back up she realized her shoulders and back were a bit sorer from the vest she’d been wearing, not to mention the whip across her back earlier.
She gently rolled her shoulders. The scabbed over whip marks from her last owner crackled a bit, but fortunately none opened. She then moved over to Weloth and looked like she was getting ready to curl up next to him on the floor. She found a place where she’d be less likely to get kicked or scratched and squatted down.
The door opened and out she came. To his obvious surprise she was now naked. He watched in awe as she moved past him as he breathed her in. Of course she was naked, he thought, it was after all how he found her wasn’t it. He smiled as he watched her busy herself and put her clothes next to dresser.
Just as she was about to settle next to her dragon, he cough and commented “Kos would not you at least try your bed before decided to rest on the floor and before you do perhaps there is something I can do for your marks on your skin. Please come here would you?”
Kos’s head snapped around to look at him wide eyed for a moment, and then her expression went back to her normal blank one. She gracefully rose from her squat and walked over to him. She craned her head back to look up at him for a heartbeat, and then she brought her head back to stare at his lower chest region. He didn’t want her looking at the floor then she would look straight ahead as often as possible.
Her eyes did flit to the beds briefly. To actually be allowed to sleep in one would be pure bliss. She’d never been granted such luxury before. She had been in beds before, just not for sleeping. She waited patiently on him, suppressing the urge to go try which ever bed he’d give her.
He tried not to make it sound like an order, because he was sure she had had quite enough of being told what to do, but he could not have her sleeping on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed for her.
But first, before she was to choose her bed, he wanted to do something nice for her. “Please do not move, sweet girl, as I need to concentrate for a moment. Do not be scared as for what I am about to do for you is heal your skin.”
He then began to try and explain the process. “You will most likely feel a tingling feeling covering your skin and do not be frightened when you start to rise from the floor. Simply just relax until you are lying on the bed.” He then sat on the floor and crossed his legs. Putting his palms together, he began to whisper. After a few moments, he then came out of his trance and looked at her. “Now before we start, if that is what you want me to do, please choose the bed you wish to sleep in for me. Do not go over to it just point for me.”
She stood quietly while he spoke, listening and wondering for a moment. Then she realized he would be using magic on her. She watches him curiously as he sits and speaks very quietly. Her head snapped back a bit as he told her to choose a bed. She shook her head for a moment, panic trying to set in again as he attempted to force her once more out of safe boundaries. Panic clawed at her as she started looking wildly around. Why couldn’t he just be a proper owner and tell her what to do and where to go? Suddenly she darted by him, heading for the room she’d taken her clothes off in.
As she ran by him, he muttered a few words and with a flick of his finger he was standing yet again. He turned swiftly and faced the door in which his companion was about to go through. “Stop! please” he commanded. He relaxed his shoulders and continued “What are you doing?” he questioned. “Please come back to me so I can help you.”
Valadil’s command to stop caused her to come to a halt, unfortunately not before she slammed into the doorway and rebounded backwards. His sudden order had startled her causing her to jerk and miss the entry completely. Moving like a snake, she whipped her body around until she had her balance once more; she stood facing him when all was done. She stared at his chest, afraid to look up at him. Hesitantly she finally moved to stand before him again. She stared at his upper belly area, trembling slightly, and waiting for the beating she deserved for disobeying what he had wanted earlier. As well as not answering him now. She just couldn’t speak; she couldn’t explain to him her sudden need to hide. She really didn’t understand it herself.
Slightly disappointed in her but still concerned for her safety and wellbeing, he pointed to the bed to her left “Just take that one over there and get some rest.”
He went over to his bed and removed his robes. He was too tired to care if she saw him naked. Maybe that was what he wanted. A level playing field, so to speak.
He then turned to her and with a twist of his wrist, he muttered quietly to himself. “You will find that you cannot move. Do not be afraid. Stay calm my dear, please.” At that, she began to rise from the ground and started to hover towards her bed. He watched her travel as he moved himself onto his bed. He knelt softly on his bed, as he manipulated the space around her to position her carefully lying flat just a few inches from the surface of her bed.
Now he paused and with a push of his arms he forced his hands in her direction. Particles of light began to envelop her as the magic did its work on her wounds. As the process continued her body turned slowly until the process was concluded. Once finished, he dropped her to the soft bed.
Wrapping her arms around herself, and watched him as he undressed. At least he seemed put together much like any other male, so there was nothing different there. Kos had just started to move to the bed he indicated as hers when she felt herself halted and unable to move. Panic rose in her again, until Valadil spoke. It calmed slightly, but her heart still raced frantically while she was moved by a force outside herself. She tumbled through the air as her wounds healed, they itched like mad and she desperately wished she could scratch.
Finally landing on the bed with a loud whoosh of escaped air, she looks over at him, her eyes wide. At least the itching had finally stopped before it drove her mad. She lay there like that staring at him, too uncertain to move just yet. She waited to see if he had more orders for her.
He watched her watching him kneeling there with his naked body fully exposed to her. He took in her body once again, he had done a good job. She was perfect now. She could start a new life if she wished. With or without him. He hope it would be with, but it was her choice. ‘Her choice’ kept going through his mind as he focused on her curves. “Now you can sleep, either with me or on your own.” The next six words floated off his tongue as if to manipulate her into believing it to be true and those words were “It is your choice of course.”
She blinked as she watched him watching her watching him. She gave her head a bit of a shake and blinked again. That kind of thought chasing could get confusing real quick. She quickly looked at him as he spoke. She took the first as an order, the second she ignored. Regardless of how much he’d try to make her think she had choices, she knew better. She moved to climb out of bed and it started bouncing. Her light weight made the bouncing raise her off the bed a few inches.
Kos wiggles a bit and finds herself bouncing slightly higher. A sudden grin lit her face and she bounced around on the bed for a bit until she tumbled right onto the floor with another loud escaping of air. She scrambled back from the bed on her backside and hands and feet, looking at it as if it had suddenly become a monster and wanted to attack her. When she smacked her head on Valadil’s bed she was quick as a cat to scramble up it and over him. She peeked back at the other bed around his body, looking for all the world like she fully expected an attack any moment.
It amused him a great deal to see her having so such fun as she bounced on the bed. He watched her body softly ripple with each jump. Her breasts moved slightly as he floated in midair. He was quite transfixed the more he watched her bouncing, until finally she stopped when she dropped to the floor.
Once next to him all he could say to her was “Your safe now. There is nothing to fear. Come lie with me.” The feel of her soft skin, as she brushed passed him, as she scrambled over him, still made his skin tingle.
Kos peered up at Valadil with mild disbelief, and then glanced back at the offending bed. She gave a soft snort and looked back at him. She finally turned away from the evil bed and lay down, curling into a ball. Her back was to him as she settled in. She waited to see what he would do now.
At the sight of her next to him, so peaceful, he moved his eyes down her curled up body. What made her want to leave that bed so quickly? Whatever it was, she had come to him by her own will. Yes, she had her back to him, but he was sure that she seemed to be waiting for something to happen and happen it did.
He moved close enough to touch her. Her skin was finally healed, he had seen to that. The emotional scars would take longer. He wanted to show her nothing but happiness, but he was not naïve, and he knew that he could not protect her from all the evil that there was in this world, but he would do his best to try.
As he touched her back and ran his finger down her spine, he felt his cock harden. He felt his heart beat faster as the blood to his organ increase. He sighed to try and relieve his excitement, whether that would work he would have to wait and see.
Kos’s skin twitched at his touch, much like a horse’s does trying to get rid of a pesky fly. She herself didn’t move though, not until Valadil sighed. This caused her to shift slightly. Her upper body twisted so she could look at him. Her head cocked slightly as she studied the tenseness about him. She recognized the signs, and finished rolling over. She laid there quietly, no expression, no arguments or attempts to move away. He was her owner and she obviously had a duty to perform.
Touching her did not have the desired affect to begin with, but in time she did turn and look at him. He watched her, as she twisted around to face him.
Seeing her study him, at his most vulnerable only increased his excitement. His cock twitched as she examined him. “Tell me Kos, what do you think of when you see me like this?”
Kos studied Valadil a bit longer, but before she can speak, Weloth sounded in her head. ”Do not tell him something stupid.” Her expression was suddenly one of confusion. She became increasingly agitated and upset. “I do not understand what you want, Mas- Valadil.” The groan in her head made her cringe. Evidently that was something stupid. The look of panic from earlier entered her face and her eyes darted frantically again. It was plain to see she was about to bolt once more.
He had seen that look before, in the market when she ran to save Weloth. Without thinking, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her closer to him. He held both of her arms behind her back and with his hand still there he held them steady. With his other hand, he lifted her chin until it almost touched his and then he kissed her. He then pulled away from her face a little, with his passion for her burning into his soul; he remarked “What I want has nothing to do with the question, Kos. I asked you what you thought of when you see me like this. So I would like an answer.”
Kos gave a small strangled sound when Valadil grabbed her, but she quickly relaxed. Panic receded when he kissed her. This she finally understood. She became calm and compliant, kissing him back. She frowned at him slightly when he pulled back and spoke again. Tension once more filled her body at his words, but before panic could once more set in Weloth sounded once more.
”Oh for the love of the First Egg. Kos would you just tell him he is an attractive, good looking Elf. His voice receded with much rumbling and grumbling about disturbed sleep.
Kos blinked and looked almost ready to cry just then. Kos. Girl. Weloth had used it as its actual meaning, not as a name to call her. The dragon’s ill temper hurt, but she pushed it away. Her eyes drop from Valadil’s and she speaks softly, though not so soft that he has to strain to hear her. “You are an attractive, good looking Elf.” Her words sound hollow though, as if someone else said them using her voice.
He smiled gratefully “Thank you Kos” Then he kissed her again, only this time for much longer and with greater passion, as he released his hand that was restraining her arms and let her position herself more comfortably.
After a few moments, he moved his attentions to her neck and began to kiss her softly.
Kos relaxed once more as he started doing things finally that she understood. She kissed him back, and when he released her arms, they came up to wrap around his neck, her fingers caressing his shoulders, neck and back of his head. She responded as she’d been taught to do when lying with a man. Her left hand slid down his back and came around his hip to brush across his groin until it found his hardened manhood. She gently wrapped a hand around it and started stroking in an up and down motion.
She faltered only slightly when he moved to kiss her neck. Shivers as if she was cold went through her body, only she wasn’t cold. This was new. Though uncertain, she managed to return to her task to try to please her owner. He was already upset and disappointed in her. Perhaps she could prove her worth now.
The touch of her hand on his cock was too much. He wanted to give pleasure to his companion first. He pushed her back on the bed and parted her legs. He then moved his head down between her legs. Her smooth flesh was hot as he lightly pushed his face against it. He opened her lips with his tongue and licked the edges before he started to focus on more sensitive parts. Here juices poured into his month as he lightly teased her with his tongue.
She blinked at him owlishly as he pushed her back and stopped her from pleasing him. Had she done something wrong? She watched in confusion as he opened her legs and then moved down in between them. What was he doing? She’d gone down and pleased owners in the past with her mouth, but she wasn’t a guy and couldn’t understand why he was down there.
She squirmed a bit as his face and then his tongue touched her, then her eyes opened wide in shock as his tongue made tingles and shivers suddenly flood her body. She started to tense in uncertainty but then relaxed. He was teaching her something new, she would learn as she was supposed to. Soon she was squirming for entirely different reasons, and was feeling overly hot.
Lapping up her honey as he increased his rhythmic licking of her, he savoured every drop as it dripped onto his tongue. He knew that feeling in her; he has sensed it before in others. She was almost ready. He lightly flicked his tongue for a little while longer until he felt her whole body tighten as her muscles began to spasm. He then lifted his head away as he watched her relax on the bed, twitching.
She stared up at the ceiling wide eyed and completely stunned and trying to process what just happened. Her body throbbed and spasmed from what he’d done to her. Finally, she brought her wide stare to his face. It was clear she had no idea what had just happened really. She blinked at him waiting to see what else he would do, or wanted.
Watching her twist and spasm in front of his made him hard. He needed to spend his load and he wanted her to help him with that. He pulled her towards him and gave her a choice “Now my dear you can do one of three things now. You can either service my cock with your mouth, or," as he pointed between her legs "one of the two down there. As I have said before it is your choice.”
She wasn’t unfamiliar with the three things he’d pointed out to help him find release. She had learned to be adept at all three functions from past owners, as well as other strange things they’d liked. Her problem was that she didn’t know him well enough to please him, and here he was with his stupid choices again. She gave a low growl of frustration, finally fed up with his quirks.
“Master, it matters not, I am skilled in all three. What pleases you best?” It would be odd to have to teach him to be an owner, usually even first time ones figured it out quickly, but he wasn’t. If he beat her now for her impertinence then so be it. She was going to become a nervous wreck if he kept on like this much longer.
Hearing the word master saddened him a little. This was going to take some time for her to feel like an equal, he thought. “Firstly my dear, so to remind you once again, I am nobody’s master. You are my companion and you will always have a choice with me. However, just this once and perhaps from time to time, until you get used to that fact, I will choose for you.”
Just as he finished his little lesson, he gestured with his right hand for her to turn onto her stomach. Once she had done so, he leaned forward a little and moved his arm under her abdomen. Using that arm he lifted up the lower half of her body until she was knelling with her rear end in the air and her head in the pillow. In that position, he could do anything to her. She was exposed she was vulnerable. He looked at her and smiled. He was going to enjoy this and so was she. “Now move your knees apart a little.” Seeing the wetness still prominent within her, he moved forward and teased her lips with the end of his cock. Moving it softly up and down her as the juices coated the tip of pulsating organ.
She almost rolled her eyes at his little speech, but managed to refrain. It wasn’t difficult for her to get situated in the position he wanted, and she waited for him to do as he wished. She was still very sensitive from what he’d done to her earlier, and she wiggled some as he rubbed the head of his shaft over her. A soft sound emerged from her sounding much like a moan.
Seeing that this pleased her greatly satisfied him. He slowly pushed his cock inside her feeling the warm wet juices engulf him as he pushed himself deeper with every second. He could feel his cock enlarging as he did so, which enhanced the feeling of her around his cock as he began to rhythmically move his hips back and forth.
To steady himself, he placed his hands around her tight waist and started to pull her into him, as he pushed himself forward with every stroke. After some time, he found that his rhythm and speed was increasing. His was breathing much heavier now, as he pounded her from behind. Her juices were dripping down him, which only added to his ecstasy.
Tingles through her body, butterflies suddenly taking up residence in her stomach, as he slowly entered her. She’d never had such sensations before with an owner. Before it was a job and a chore to lay with an owner, but this was an entirely new experience. As his speed and thrusts increased, she could feel the tightness build like he’d done to her before. Perhaps it had been his actions previous that were causing these sensations, but she couldn’t be sure. Soon she stopped thinking all together as the tension in her suddenly tightened only to snap in a few short heartbeats later, leaving her shuddering and twitching once more. Another moan, louder this time escaped her.
The animal in him awakened still further, as he leened his upper body over hers. He then moved his right arm around her neck and pulled her up towards him as he gradually moved himself back. Her back was now arched with his arm slowly tightening around her throat. He could hear her breathing becoming more and more constricted as she rasped for air. He held his arm there for a few more moments, as he pushed his cock into her with deeper and deeper strokes. He could feel her tighten around his cock, as he pulled her towards him. Then without any warning, he released her and watched as she fell flat on the bed exhausted. With his cock exposed to the air once again, dripping with her juices, and pulsating greatly, he waited a few seconds before he grabbed her, yet again, and turned her on her back. He then moved forward and lifted her head. His cock was now just inches from her face. She was still breathing heavily, as he opened her month and forced his cock inside.
When he wrapped his arm around her throat, her shuddering increased as the second orgasm she’d ever had intensified and multiplied many fold. Her vision started getting spotty and fuzzy around the edges just as he released her. She dropped bonelessly to the bed, twitching and gasping for air. She made no protest as he flipped her over and then forced his hard member into her mouth.
Long ingrained teachings made her instinctively take over. Her hands came up and grabbed his hips. When he was deep in her mouth, she held him still for a few heartbeats to swallow several times. She then pushed his hips away and brought him back for several strokes before she pushed him back until only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She then proceeded to hungrily suck on it. After several heartbeats of that, she once more pulled him towards her and pushed him away, setting up a rhythm to help him find release.
The feelings in him intensified, as she serviced his cock. The tension in him built until he could take it no longer. Her technique brought it to a close quickly as he exploded, releasing his gift until finally he could kneel no more as he collapsed onto the bed. Moments later he turned over and went to hug her. He hoped that she had enjoyed him as much as he had enjoyed her.
Once his release came, she swallowed every bit of his seed. Once he collapsed off of her she lay there a moment then rolled over and curled up once more. She thought on all that had happened throughout the day up to this finally conclusion. She briefly wondered if he’d ever do to her what he’d done earlier, then pushed the thoughts away. He was her owner, it mattered not what he did or did not do to her. What mattered was that she pleased him in whatever manner he wanted, She didn’t move as he rolled over to hug her. Instead she waited to see if he was like most men and would fall asleep right now, or if he was going to attempt another go at her.
As he lay there breathing heavily and holding her close to him, it did not take long for him to get excited once again. In fact his cock did not relax after his previous explosion. He wanted her again. In fact he could fuck her all night and he probably would. She excited him more than anyone had before her. He looked at her and kissed her.
Still lying on his back, he suggested “Now my dear please sit on my cock and ride me as though your life depended on it.”
Kos didn’t move as he kissed her. Once he moves away, she easily climbs on top of him. She is quickly settled with his hard member inside her and she starts to move up and down very quickly. Sex was now back to being a chore to satisfy her master. But, who knows, perhaps her life did depend on riding him as he wanted. Being as fit as she was, she easily kept the pass steady but fast. The muscles in her legs rippling with the effort of the ride.
He grabbed her waist and moved her body back and forth for some time; he could feel her tightness as he went deeper inside her with his cock growing with every thrust.
After a while he could see in her eyes that she was doing this more for his benefit than hers. He slapped her hard on the cheek to stop her instantly. A deep redness soon appeared along with a very confused look in his direction. “Stop!” he demanded, as he slide her of his cock and onto the bed beside him. “If you are not going to enjoy the pleasure I wish to give to you then why are we doing this?” he asked rhetorically. Losing his patience with her, at her blank expression, he finally said “Go to sleep, but before you do I suggest that you get used to me being your companion and not, and I repeat, not your master.”
At that he turned away from her and closed his eyes.
The slap came from nowhere, startling and confusing her. Had she done it wrong for him? His words cleared the confusion somewhat, but not completely. What did it matter if she enjoyed it? Her enjoyment wasn’t a part of the process, it never had been. His next words upset her. If he wasn’t her master, then did that mean he was staying detached so he could sell her later? She didn’t understand the companion comment; it wasn’t a part of her vocabulary or experiences.
Finally she rolled over and scooted as far from him as she could and still be on the bed. Evidently he didn’t want her near him, and she complied. Briefly she thought about moving over by the hearth, but she’d already angered him enough. She wasn’t about to anger him further. Her face hurt from the slap he’d given her, but she’d learned long ago not to show pain as it just fueled more to come generally. It was making it hard for her to find sleep though.
Finding it hard to sleep concerned him a great deal. Of course he wanted her, she was beautiful. The problem he had was that she clearly needed to be shown how to unlearn what she had been taught in the past. How had she been treated? This mysterious elf. She was nobody’s play thing, he thought. The damage that they had caused. Saying that, when she displeased him, he had to learn restraint. It was no good getting angry with her or even hitting her. Patience and kindness were going to be his next plan of action. The more he considered this the more he realized that he had no right in slapping her. On one hand he was telling her that she was not his salve and on the other he was hitting her. He knew that he wanted her to stay with him and decided that he would do everything in his power to make sure no harm came to her ever again. She was important to him and his race. He could feel it. Not as a slave or play thing but as a lover equal in every way to him. Her importance was deeper than this, he knew it, but he was not sure how at this point in time.
With his back still too her, he began to speak once again “Kos, I am sorry I hit you. This behaviour from me will not happen again. In fact if I should even attempt it you have the right, as an equal, to return the gesture tenfold.” He paused for a moment and then continued “I have no idea what you have been through over the years. I come from a rich family and have never wanted for anything, so how could I begin to understand you and your situation. Saying that I will make sure that you, from now on, have the same privileges that are offered to me. You too will want for nothing as I will see to it that you become one with my family. So think hard on what kind of a life you would want with me, precious one, as your life of service and slavery is, as of this moment, over.” He turned to her and waited for a response. Based on past experience with her, he expected her not to completely understand what he had just offered her, but he hoped she would grasp the concept a little. While the air was filled with silence, he felt the need to explain further “Once you have considered my proposal and hopefully accepted it, I will give you further assistance in setting up your new life with or without me. I will be your guide no matter what you decide to do with your life. If you would like that? Of course I hope that you would not wish to leave my side, but there is nothing holding you to me once you feel confident enough in this world with your new privileges.” He moved a little closer to her and then waited for her.
Kos stiffened slightly when Valadil started to speak. The slap still stung and seemed to pulse with every word he spoke. Freedom. Something she’d heard many a slave speak of, but she had no concept of the word in truth. Being a slave, she had a place to sleep and food generally, so what if she had to do things for her owner, some rather unpleasant, still she was taken care of and provided for after a fashion. Freedom really had no bearing in her thoughts or outlook.
She felt him move closer and stiffened more. Finally though, she turns over to look at him. He wanted answers from her, and she had to try to answer. She really didn’t want to anger him more; he might decide she wasn’t worth his time and sell her to another. As owner went, he’d been the kindest she’d had. She looked at him for several heartbeats, studying him. He really was a good looking person. She’d watched enough people over the course of her life to learn the differences.
Finally, her eyes drop only to settle on his lower extremities. A shiver went through her body confusing her. Her eyes snapped back up, but then darted around trying to find somewhere to come to rest. Why had she reacted so? What had he done to her? Sex was nothing new to her after all, she’d been doing it for decades now. Eventually her eyes come to a stop gazing at some point just over his shoulder.
“Master, please. I am a slave. I know nothing else. If I displease you so, then sale me. I am sorry if I am not living up to what you’d hoped to get when you bought me. I..” Her quiet and soft voice stops. Tears swim in her eyes and she rolls away from him once more. Muffled, her voice floats out once more. “I am sorry to be such a disappointment.” She didn’t sob, though tears coursed down her face. The only sound to come from her was the occasional sniffle as her nose clogged.
At her words, he knew that this behaviour might take months even years to eradiate. Decades even. He had the time and the patience, he knew that now. He had healed her skin, he knew that. But the scars in her mind would take longer. In the meantime he did not like the fact that his words upset her. She did seem to get pleasure from servicing him, all be it a twisted slave like pleasure. So for now he would allow her to do just that. He put his hand on her shoulder to turn her towards him once again. Her tears were quite evident. He wiped them away with his thumb. “It’s alright, my love. I understand that most of what I have said makes little sense to you right now. Believe me, in time it will all fall into place and eventually, if you wish it, you will come to me at your own will and not at mine.”
With his cock still throbbing he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He smiled at her “Now I have something that will cheer you up. Where were we before my unacceptable slap to your face?” he then picked her up and he lay down on his back and sat her on his cock. This time however, she was facing away from him. “Now, let us forget all this upset and let us see about bring you to orgasm shall we?”
She didn’t fight him as he rolled her back over to face him, he owned her after all. As he wiped her tears away her eyes close briefly, the touch kind once more and welcomed. His gentle words calmed her and she relaxed visibly under his touch and voice. He was no longer angry with her, maybe she wasn’t such a disappointment to him? She would try harder to please him and make him happy.
When he places her hand on his cock, she starts stroking it gently, waiting to see what he wants exactly. She still couldn’t read him so she could anticipate his needs and wants. She cocked her head at him as he spoke, then had to let go as he suddenly lifted her and replaced her on top of him, his hardened shaft sliding inside her warm tunnel.
She blinked as she found herself looking across the room, facing away from him. How was she supposed to watch and learn him in this position? She waits with uncertainty, not knowing what he wants. She is upset she’s not doing well so soon in trying to please him.
With her in position, he placed his hands on her hips and started to move her back and forth. Slowly to begin with, until the pace quickened as he thrust his cock deeper into her. It did not take him long for it to grow to its true potential. “Now my dear continue sliding yourself up and down. Deeper and faster with every stroke. After a few minutes, he grabbed her around the neck from behind and pulled her back until she was laying no him. With his hand tight around her throat, he forced his cock into her once more. He could feel the spasms within her as she gasped for air. The tightness around his cock was increasing with every gasp. Her juices flowed out of her covering his sex.
Just before she lost consciousness, he pulled her off him and dropped her too the bed. He then got out of the bed and stood there watching her gasping for air. He could see how weak she was, but that did not stop him from picking her up by her ankles. He lifted her up and planted his mouth around her hot wetness and licked it passionately. His throbbing cock was within inches of her mouth. Perhaps she would suck it, once she had the strength he thought as he tasted her honey.
Once she knew what he wanted she had no problems keeping up. But unlike last time she’d been in a similar position, this was quickly not becoming a job to do. The butterflies, the tingles, the shiver, the sensations he’d done to her two other times was back. Her breathing picked up to short little pants and her nipples hardened. She still didn’t completely understand what was happening to her, but she’d already figured out it didn’t hurt, far from it, it felt really good. This time she didn’t fight or fear the sensation.
When he told her to continue on her own, removing his hands from her hips, she was more than happy to comply. The tension in her was high; she wanted it to break like the last times. Finally the tension in her snapped and she moaned with the release, it was then his hand found her throat and pulled her back, choking her once more. The pleasure multiplied a hundred fold as she struggled for air. Her body shook violently and her nectar issued forth in waves.
Just as her vision starts to go black he releases her and removes her from on top of him tossing her to the bed. She bounces slightly as she gasps in heaving gulps trying to bring air into her starved lungs. She is vaguely aware of him grabbing her ankles and pulling her up, it isn’t until his mouth descends on her sex and starts licking that her mind finally snaps back into focus and coherent thoughts are hers once more. Another moan escapes her lips as his tongue sends tingles and shivers through her body.
As she thrashes a bit from what he is doing, his cock touches her lips. Her mouth automatically opens and she takes his cock in. She doesn’t realize he hadn’t pressed it there, silently asking her to work on it. She moves up and down his hard member at the same speed his tongue works on her. Small, muffled moans escape around his cock and her left hand comes up to gently knead the sack that hangs down behind his member.
Knowing that his actions excited her intensified his passion. He buried his mouth into her warm sex and licked her furiously. Her deep moans came fast and long as he pleasured her. His cock, still growing, filled her mouth as she pleasured him with her tongue. The gentle touch of her hand on his sack only increased his need. And then it came, his gift to her.
His hot reward poured into her month as the contractions within his cock increased. He could hold it back no longer. As he did this, he forced her head into him with his hand and pushed his hips forward hard with every contraction until he was spent. He then collapsed on the bed exhausted.
The shivers and tingles increased and intensified as he licked her sex. Her own ministrations to his cock increased, small sounds of pleasure escaping her full mouth. Suddenly her body tensed, then shuddered exquisitely with an orgasm just before he fired his own load in her mouth. She swallowed his seed, even as he forced his member deeper down her throat. When he landed on the bed, partially on top of her, she had to squirm a bit to remove his cock partially so she could breath. She lay there quietly, waiting for him to decide what he would do next.
He could feel his gift still dripping into her, as he pulled his cock from her mouth. He lay on his back with Koss still close to his side. He stayed there for a few minutes relaxing with her warm body oh so near.
With his cock still pulsation heavily, he turned to her and smiled. He could see that he still had more of his gift to give to her and with neither of them seeming to show any sign of fatigue, he jumped out of the bed quickly and went to the linen cupboard. The sound of material begin torn could be heard from the cupboard. He then returned to her side with several thin strips of material that he had fashioned from one of the sheets. He then turned her onto her belly and grabbed her hands whilst dragging her up the bed. The bed had an intricate metal iron headboard, so he tied her wrists to it and within a few seconds she was secured to the headboard.
She looked quite venerable, as he moved down the bed and lifted up her rear end. Her knees seemed to position themselves quite naturally. He then took another piece of material and he pushed it into her mouth. Seeing her compliance pleased him greatly as he tied one more piece around her head to prevent her spitting it out. Once satisfied, he positioned himself behind her on the bed with his knees bent. What he did then was to push his cock into her for a few deep strokes before removing it. Her honey on his cock glistened in the candle, before he gently pushed it into her anus. He was gentle to begin with but as it became easier with each stroke; he went that little bit faster and deeper.
She lay there as he removed his manhood from her mouth. She watched him closely, not moving until he turned and smiled at her. Relieved she’d not upset him, she gave him a small smile in return. The smile disappeared though when he jumped out of the bed. Had she done something wrong after all?
Hearing the tearing in the cupboard had her confused until he returned with the strips of cloth. She understood then. She didn’t struggle as he flipped her over and drug her up the bed to tie her up. The gagging was something new, but she accepted it as was her lot. She waited to see what he would do once he had her positioned.
His entry into her pussy made her shiver, she was still feeling the effects of his mouth down there. Then he entered her ass, and she instantly relaxed to minimize the pain. His gentle entry was a novel thing to her and she relaxed even more as he worked his way deeper and faster into her. As the pain subsided, she started to move with him to help him enjoy it more. She made no sound, and strategically tightened and relaxed her muscles to give him further pleasure.
It did not take him long for his rhythm to increase as he felt the tightening around his cock. Deeper and deeper he went until his shaft was completely surrounded by her. Every ripple, every hot contour could be felt as he pounded her. Sweat formed on his forehead as the excitement built. He slapped her arse continually with every stroke of his cock and with every hit he would apply a little more pressure until he found he was hitting her with considerable force. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her spine arched to cope with the strength he applied to the yanking.
He rode her for some time only stopping the slaps when he needed to wipe his brow. Her strategic tightening only helped to bring the inevitable to its climax. A climax that would not come easy or for some time, however.
She was panting from the force and effort of their joining. She still kept up the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of her muscles to help his pleasure. She arched her back with the pull of her hair, and didn’t utter a sound at the spankings. Sweat poured down her own face from the exertions of their joining. She closed her eyes to keep the salty liquid from enter them since she didn’t have the luxury, nor ability, to wipe it away. She was patient in her wait for his release. She’d been through many matings since she’d been young. She’d long ago learned that these things couldn’t be rushed most times, and there was no point in getting upset over it.
Pulling hard at her hair in rhythm with his thrusting, he felt his excitement increase as she accommodated his cock. She was tight, yes, but her muscles seemed strong, more than capable to handle his deep and hard pounding. He was enjoying himself indeed and hoped that she was too. However, this was more for him he had to admit, this time. He would dive into her honey once he was spent. He could not get enough of the way she tasted and his technique seemed to drive her wild. He liked pleasing her a great deal and the night was still young he thought. So he increased his pace and dug in for the final release which came within minutes and when it came it practically poured from him cock into her anus. After which, he just knelt there with his buttocks clenched tightly until his pulsating subsided and his gift had been completely released. He then pushed her away from him and watched her drop to the bed.
He watched her for a moment and with hands still tied to the bed and her mouth gagged he turned her onto her back and opened her legs wide. Grabbing the remaining pieces of cloth he tied her ankles to the bottom of the bed and put another piece over her eyes so she could not see what he would do next. He then walked over to the other side of the room and cleaned himself up before sitting down on the chair next to the bed. He sat there for some time and said nothing.
He finally released his load and let her go. She lay there trying to catch her breath. She moved her face back and forth across the beading to remove some of the sweat off her face. When he flipped her over, she looked at him curiously and watched as he tied her feet to the bottom of the bed. Her eyes widened slightly just as he covered her eyes. What was he up to now?
She laid there, patient. She had learned the trick of sitting in one position for hours barely blinking. And she utilized the skill now. She didn’t fidget as she waited for him to do something. Her mind wandered back to the strange sensations he had made her body produce. She reviewed each and every time trying to figure out just what had happened and why she’d reacted as she did. She didn’t understand why, but it at least wasn’t painful. She found she actually liked the feeling her body got when he did certain things.
He sat on the chair for around thirty minutes before getting up once again and going over to his clothes. He picked them up and got dressed. He then made his way over to the bed and kissed her the forehead. “I won’t be long my dear”. Not that she could see, but he smiled at her and turned himself around and went to the door to exit the room. Once outside, he locked the door and went downstairs to the bar. It was a hive of activity with much dancing and drinking going on.
He spent around three hours in the bar procuring items for both him and Kos and drank several pints before returning upstairs to the bedroom. Alcohol had little to no effect on him but he liked the taste and it helped to relax him.
He turned the key to their room and went inside. He hung the clothes for Kos in the wardrobe and the other items he left by the bed or on the floor. He then removed his clothes and silently went over to the bed. Obviously Kos was still on the bed as the restraints had kept her fast too it. To his delight she had not moved in any way and seemed quite relaxed. He moved over to her and lay on the bed between her legs. He slowly moved his head closer to her sex.
He was sure that she could feel his breathe on her by now, but that did not stop him from opening his mouth and licking her sex with his tongue. It took just seconds for her juices to flow into his mouth. He swallowed her as the honey dripped down his throat. His tongue went deep into her and proceeded to lick her from inside. He did not even begin to withdrawal until he knew that she was in ecstasy and even then his tongue continued to pleasure her as she tried to move her sensitive sex from his rough but large tongue. To stop her wriggling, he placed his hands around her hips as he licked her passionately until finally he released her and let her relax on the bed. He licked his lips and went over to the sink to freshen up once again before returning to the bed.
He then removed the gag and blindfold from Kos, so that she could breathe easier and see him once again. He then wiped her face clean. “Hello there dear Kos. I hope I did not keep you too long. I have some things for you if you want to take a look and try them on. They are in the wardrobe. Well at least some of them are. Would you like me to untie you so that you can investigate?”
She was surprised when he kissed her then left. She lay there quiet, at first she wondered if she’d done something wrong again. She fretted for several long minutes. Finally, she let it go. Her mind drifted back to Valandil and his strange ways. As an owner, he was a poor one. But he was kind to her mostly, and she was grateful for that at least. Thinking about him eventually led her to think about how he made her body react when he used her body to relieve tension in himself. And this brought her to how he made her body feel. Those thoughts made her body shiver and tingle periodically.
So lost was she in thinking these new lessons over, she never heard him enter. His getting into the bed was a distant disturbance and his breath on her lower body was thought to be imagined at first. Then his tongue hit her sex, and she was instantly wet and aware that it wasn’t her reliving him doing this before. She stopped thinking. If this pleased him, she was not going to be the least bit upset about it. It felt too good, and she wanted it as well. Muffled moans could be heard through the gag as he built her up tight and tense. A muffled screamed was next heard suddenly as she started shuddering and convulsing with the pleasure he’d just given her. He didn’t stop though and soon she was squirming as the pleasure continued and eventually numbed her mind.
When he finally stopped and removed the blindfold and gag, she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Her body still pulsated strongly from his activity and she missed his first words to her. She blinked at him looking very dazed and uncomprehending at first. Then, hesitantly she gave a slight nod of her head. She wasn’t sure if that was the answer he wanted, but she had a feeling since he’d said he’d gotten her things, that it probably was.
Seeing the clear nod, he proceeded to untie her. Once done he said “Get up when you feel ready and take a look at the things that I have purchased for you? They are over by the wardrobe and inside it too.” He had purchased her several dresses, another jacket, a pair of shoes and some new boots. Along with another pair of trousers, some underwear and several items to makeup, including a hairbrush and some hair grips. He hoped she would like his choices. “When you get there please try them on to see if they fit and to see if you like them of course.” To the right of the wardrobe was a knapsack for her to keep her belongings in. he pointed to it to gesture that it was hers too.
He had also purchased some more bizarre items for their sex games, but he would only show her those as and when required. Nothing too heavy of course, as they would have to carry them during their journey to recover the family heirlooms. Before she got off the bed he requested “Please clean yourself up, if you like, before looking through your new items. There is sure to be a bath you can use through there.” He pointed to the room where she removed her close earlier that evening. He smiled at her warmly as he said this. He then went back to his bag and started to pull out more purchases to show her once she had returned from the bathroom.
Kos climbed out of the bed a bit shakily and nearly collapsed to the floor, her legs felt so rubbery. With strength of will, she kept herself upright though and made her slow way to the room he’d pointed out. Getting the tub knee deep in water, she climbed in and stood while she quickly washed herself up. Stepping out,, she found another towel and dried herself off after releasing the water in the tub.
Stepping back out into the main room, she walked over to the wardrobe. Opening it, she saw several clothes. She started trying each on one by one. She would then wait for his response until she took it off and went to the next. She had never been big on dresses. They tended towards cumbersome and tangling her up. But she smiled at Valandil with each one she tried on. The only place the smile didn’t fully reach was her eyes, not until she tried on the trousers and vest and boots anyway.
After removing each item off herself, she folded them carefully and placed them in the backpack. When she’d gone through all those there he’d bought her, she turned to him curiously at what else he’d unpacked.
Seeing her in the clothes pleased him greatly. She was beautiful indeed. Whilst she changed from each outfit, he continued to unpack his things until they were all out on display on the table top. He had purchased some very interesting and quite unusual items. They included dildos of varying sizes, a paddle for the spanking of naughty bottoms as well as clamps to attach to the most sensitive of areas along with a ball gag for the silencing of noisy ladies, which came in a pack with a butt plug that has been electrically charged with magic. He had also a collar fashioned for her neck with a matching lead along with a long black leather whip, which he was uncoiling for the bag as he finished the unpacking. These he had purchased from a magic shop two doors down from the Inn where they also sold broomsticks.
Kos recognized the collar and lead, the gag, and the paddle. She didn’t recognize anything else that sat out. She gave all the items a cursory looking over and then looked to Valandil. She stood quietly, waiting to see what else he wanted of her. A yawn snuck up on her opening her jaws wide enough to crack. She blinked, looking a bit startled. She ducked her head, embarrassed she’d shown she was tired like that.
Seeing the yawn amused him slightly. He started putting the items together and packing them away while she stood next to him. Once done he suggested “Why don’t you go and get some rest as we have a long day tomorrow. I’ll join you once I have tidied up here.”
As she moved away, he did not take long to put the purchases in his bag before joining her in the bed. Once in bed he put his arm around her and fell asleep after just a few minutes.
When he woke to the sound of the market being set up outside, he could see that Kos was still fast asleep. He did his best not to wake her as he got out of bed and freshened up before getting dressed. He then went downstairs and within minutes he returned to the room with a breakfast plate. He set it out on the table and then went over to the bed to tell Kos that breakfast was ready.
Kos looked mortified for being sent to bed, but she complied without complaint or question. She quickly scrambled up on the bed and laid down. As her head hit the pillows, she was sound asleep. When Valandil finally joined her, she whimpered until his arm settled over her. She quieted back down, her breathing shallow and peaceful once more.
The morning arrives to find Kos had rolled over at some point and her arm now under his was across his waist, her head pressed against his chest as if listening to his heartbeat. Her face was serene and it made her look far younger than her 52 years. As Valandil tries to exit the bed, her arm tightens around him and she starts to whimper, fear crosses her still sleeping face. As he continues to try to leave, she finally lets him go, and rolls over to curl into a ball. She seems to be back to peaceful sleep, allowing Valandil to go on about his business.
When he returns to the room, he finds Weloth partially on the bed, his neck stretched out as his nose tries to gently nudge Kos. Whimpers and mewling can be heard to come from her form. Weloth couldn’t reach her mind, she was too caught up in reliving the nightmare she was having. The dragon’s head whips up and looks at Valandil. It is clear the dragon is agitated, but seems to be relieved to see him. He hops down from the bed and backs up. No sooner does Valandil put the food down on the table, than Weloth is shoving him towards the bed with his head.
As Valandil rolls her over, tears are pouring down her face and Kos cries out in the Elven tongue a language her conscious mind has long forgotten how to use. “Mama, Papa, wake up. Why are you sleeping? Why are these men hurting everyone? Mama? Papa?” Her voice sounds so very, very young. Her body jerks as if she was roughly grabbed and yanked. “No! Let me--” Suddenly her head snaps to the side as if punched, and the rest of her jerks and shudders as if being beaten. She lapses back into silence her body still occasionally jerking this way and that.
Suddenly her body gives one last hard jerk and her eyes fly open to stare into Valandil’s. She still isn’t fully awake, and the fear and pain in them is stark. Then her sleeping mind gives way to her waking mind and her eyes clear to actually see him. The look on his face confuses her, she grows nervous and wonders if she’d done something wrong again. Her eyes drop from his and look down at his stomach region.
In her mind she finally hears Weloth. “Well it’s about time., That must have been some nightmare. And wouldn’t you know it, nothing here for me to eat.” She gets confused even more at Weloth’s words.
Seeing the dragon’s distress, he walked towards the bed, he stopped suddenly to listen intently to what Kos was saying. He could swear that she was still asleep. She must be dreaming, he thought. Extremely concerned by what he heard and saw as she thrashed about the bed, he could do little to help her except make sure that she did not hurt herself. He would not question her once she was awake. This was clearly something buried deep within her and something that he hoped she would share in time. He kneeled by her side, turned her over and waited for her dream to end. This seemed to make her worst for a little while. She was now lying on the bed, on her back, naked and the words were a lot clearer than before. She seemed to be reliving a past incident as she jerked from side to side. He tried to cushion her with pillows, which seemed to prevent her from hitting the bed posts. Until finally she stopped moving.
Eventually her eyes opened and then cleared. He could see that she was looking at his stomach. Trying to hide his confusion with a smile, he looked at her too and calmly remarked “You seem to have had a restless few minutes. I am sorry I left but I did not want to wake you until I had collected breakfast. However, I wish I had come back sooner as you seemed to have been in some distress.” He moved onto the bed and kissed her on the forehead. He then pointed to a spot under the table where a bowl of food had been placed for Weloth. “Weloth you do not have to wait for us to start eating before you have your breakfast. As we might be a little delayed in joining you. He then picked Kos up and took her to the bathroom and shut the door.
Once there, he placed her on the chair and removed his clothes. He then picked her up once more and with little assistance from him, she slowly put her legs around his waist. By this time his cock was already hard, so he entered her.
Kos’s eyes darted between his stomach and his eyes as he spoke. She seemed confused and lost, not really understanding what he was saying to her. His kiss on her forehead made her duck her head once more.
“Food!” Weloth ambled over to where Valandil had pointed and started eating. Kos blinked and looked over at the dragon with a slight smile of amusement at his sudden enthusiasm.
She is startled when Valandil picks her up and automatically wraps her arms around his neck. She lets go when he places her on the toilet, and watches him undress. When he picks her back up and encourages her to wrap her legs around him, she does. Her eyes widen slightly as he enters her. She gets a hold on herself and moves slightly, getting herself better situated on his rod and waits for what he wants her to do.
With her legs firmly attached to his waist, he positions his arm around hers. His free hand removes her arms from his neck and lets them relax by her side. Whilst standing up straight, he supports her back as he leans her away from him. Once her back is arched and her head back, he uses his supporting arm to move her towards him as he thrusts his hips forward. Before long he is deep inside her and her honey flows over his cock and down his legs. The deep trusts increase in pace and ferocity as he awakens his beast.
Whilst pounding her, he moves his arm from her waist and places his hands on her hips to allow a deeper penetration. He looks at her face whilst doing this which only excites him further.
Kos easily moves as he positions her to his liking. She is amazed at his strength and ability to hold her and still use her. This position is new to her and while uncertain how to precede exactly, her body seems to understand better and reacts to his penetrations. She closes her eyes to better assimilate the sensations and catalog the position. It isn’t unpleasant, her tunnel moist enough to allow him to easily move back and forth inside her. She puts her muscles to work to help pleasure him as well. His deeper penetration sends tingles shooting through her body now and again, and she gives a soft sigh with each one.
Seeing the pleasure in her face and body excites him considerably. He brings her forward by moving his arms around her back until their chests touch. Holding her tightly to him with his cock still inside her, he removes her legs from around his waist.
Fully supporting her, he pulls out his cock and turns her upside down until her hands touch the floor. He releases her legs during this and waits for them to glide to the ground. With her hands and feet on the tiles and with him standing behind her, he places his hands under her hips to lift her feet so that his cock can be easily reinserted. Once done he proceeds to pleasure her with deep and forceful thrusts.
Kos opens her eyes and watches Valandil as he brings her close to him. She moves her legs as he directs then her eyes widen as he turns her upside down. Her arms automatically reach out to touch the floor, her feet soon follow. She is too confused to move or react, so when he grabs her and pulls her to her tiptoes and nearly off her feet completely, she gasps in surprised startlement. She quickly calms as he reinserts his manhood back inside her.
As he works her cunt, her feet do finally come off the ground completely and her weight now mostly rests on the palms of her hands flat on the floor. The new position is interesting. She is amazed that he is so inventive. She once more closes her eyes to absorb the sensations he was giving her, and remember the position as well. Though his thrusts are hard and deep, her body seems to enjoy it all the same. She relaxes, allowing him his way with her body.
Feeling her tightly around his cock, he thrusts with greater enthusiasm. Now as deep as he can go, he applies greater pressure with his hands to draw her towards him. With her feet still off the ground, he tilts backwards a little, which brings her hands up and her body towards him. Now with supporting her with his cock and hands, he removes his right hand up and places his arm around her chest until her back touches his chest. Once there, he straightens up, lowers his arm just below her abdomen to support her and with his cock still inside her, he moves his other hand to her clitoris and caresses it. As she is now so close, he can feel the shudders flow through her body with each stroke of his. With his gift just moments away, he increases his pace until finally he explodes inside her. As his cock pulsates and throbs with each release inside her, she seems to stiffen in ecstasy, until finally he stops.
Lifting her off him, he places her in the bath and runs the hot water until it covers her up to her breasts. With the bath being more than big enough, he too climbs in, kneels before her and whilst facing her, he proceeds to wash her down. Smiling warmly as he does this. Once finished, he kisses her on the lips and quickly washes himself down before getting out of the bath and putting on a night gown. With her still in the bath, he turns to her and suggests “There is a gown for you to wear for breakfast once you have finished in the bath. Do not take too long as I am sure that it is getting cold.” He smiled at her as he considered “Or maybe your dragon may have already eaten it.” He then stood in the bathroom and waited for her for a few minutes.
Kos continued being surprised by his strength and creativity. As she was brought against his chest, her arms automatically rose up to wrap around his neck. His hand on her nether region starts up those tingly sensations, and she moans. She shudders with his release and her own, actually crying out in her pleasure.
She is startled by him washing her, but sits quietly through the process. Before she can even try to wash him though, he starts in himself. She drops her head and stares at the water. When he gets out, she stands herself and exits. She stands there for a moment and listens to him. She nods in acceptance, and moved to leave the room. She quietly pads over to the travel bag and finds the gown he wanted her to wear. She pulls it on and then waits for him.
He watched her dress. She was so beautiful. Once she had finished, he suggested “Shall we eat, dear Kos?” He opened the door and too his delight her pet had not eaten the food on the table. He was still eating through his bowl of food which for some reason only known to him, his bowl would never empty. He smiled at the dragon. He was good for Kos, he knew that.
He then went through the door and gestured for Kos to follow. Once at the table, he laid out the plates and once down he pulled out a chair for her. Once he gestured for her to sit, he filled her plate with egg, bacon, sausage and beans. They were still hot due to a little magic he had done on them earlier. “Please eat as we have a long day ahead of us.” He then sat down and plated himself up with some of the feast that was before him.
Kos followed Valandil out and too the table. She sat as he indicated and watched as he filled a plate for her. She sat quietly and continued to watch as he sat and filled his own plate. Once he was done, and took his first bite, she started to eat. Not used to such an abundance of food, she could only eat about a third of what was on her plate before becoming too full to eat anything more. She set her flatware down and sat quietly waiting for him to finish, looking down at her plate. She hoped he didn’t become upset that she couldn’t eat everything.
Weloth finally full, ambled over towards the fire once more and settled down to wait for his Elf and her companion to finish up. He dozed while he waited, enjoying the warmth and the digesting of his food.
The food was good. If ever he found himself in this neighbourhood again he would most definitely eat here. Pleased that she had at least eaten something, he smiled at her as he swallowed his last mouthful. Of course she was not used to eating so much. Like her behavioural issues building up her appetite would take time too. “Well Kos” he said “If you have finished, why don’t you pack up your belongings and get dressed for our journey, whilst I clean up the table. We have a lot of walking to do today as we need to be onto the town of Celondum by nightfall.” He did not wait for her to move, he picked up the plates and cutlery and stacked them before leaving the room with them and taking them to the kitchen downstairs.
On his way down he considered his behaviour towards Kos. By doing the activities that would traditional be performed by a slave or servant himself, he hoped that in time she would begin to understand that she was quite literally an equal to him. So for now he would wash her, serve the food and indeed clean up after her and himself. Then in time she could start to do these things herself as, and when, she felt they needed doing and not when he told her to do them. She was no longer a slave and he hoped that it was just a matter of time for her to realize that.
At the bar he dropped of the plates, smiled at the barmaid and asked “Are the horses ready my dear?” She nodded politely and pointed out through the open window to show which ones. “Thank you my dear. Could you see to it that they are feed and watered before we venture forth as we will be ready quite soon.” She suggested that that had already been done. “Very well” he exclaimed as he passed over the bar a large gold coin. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of such a valuable coin. “Please take it as a gesture for making sure that we will not be delayed.” At that he turned to head back to their room.
Kos blinked as Valandil moved quickly and whisked away all the dishes. He was doing her jobs. She frowned, upset that he was doing this. She was his slave after all, it was her duty to clean up after him and take care of him. Suddenly her eyes widen as a thought flits across her mind. Had he bought her just for the use of her body and servicing himself? She tackled the thought and examined it. She thought over all the things she hadn’t done thus far, and all the things he did to her. She slowly nodded her head. Yes, apparently he had. She felt funny with him washing her though, she was quite capable of keeping herself clean. Another thought appeared. Maybe he wanted her clean a certain way. She resolved to watch next time and learn everything to appease him.
Finally done with her thoughts to her satisfaction for now, she rose from the table and went to her stuff. She put on the clothes from yesterday and packed up the last of the things he’d gotten her. She then put the pack near the door and went and curled up against Weloth’s back and waited for Valandul’s return. She ended up falling to sleep while she waited.
As he opened the door, he could see that she was ready, even though she had fallen asleep. So to wake her, he remarked “Come Kos, we must ride.” He grabbed his bags and hers and with one last look at the room, he went downstairs with the hope that she was following him. He nodded to the barmaid one last time and went outside to load up the horses with the bags. Kos’ horse was a little smaller than his. It was a fine example of a white mare, which seemed to be well trained as it did not flinch as he fastened the bags to her sides. Once done, he went to his brown stallion who like the other horse stayed composed whilst he placed his bags onto him.
The dragon was the first to appear from the inn, shortly followed by Kos. He gestured to the white horse “This is yours dear Kos. I assume you can ride. I purchased them last night along with the other belongs that I showed you before we slept.” He smiled at her warmly. “I hope you like her.”
Kos jerked awake at his words and Weloth moving and dumping her to the ground. She scrambled up in time to see the dragon walk out the door. She moved quickly to follow after she noted her bags were gone already. She followed the dragon through the building and outside. As she came up to Valandil, she came to a stop.
As He spoke she stared at the horse he was telling her he’d bought for her. Her eyes were wide, and there was terror in them as well. Oh, she’d been on horses before, slung over the riders lap, or the rump of the horse, sometimes she had even been allowed to sit up either in front of or behind the rider. But she’d never been on one by herself. And she sure didn’t know what to do with it. She continued staring at the creature once Valandil finished talking. She didn’t move. It was like she’d become a statue. What was she supposed to do now?
Seeing the horror in her face, which he could only put down to her not liking the horse or not knowing how to ride her. After a few seconds, he decided upon the latter. He took her hand and placed it one the mare’s body. “See she won’t bite.” With a swift movement, he lifted her up on the horse’s saddle. He then pointed to the stirrup “Now put your foot into this and the same for your other foot.” He took the reins in his hand and placed them in Kos’ hands. “Now hold on to those. Do not worry if you do not know what to do next as for I will do the rest until you get used to riding the horse without assistance.” He smiled at her, as he fastened a rope to her horse’s bit and then with the other end he tied it to his horse.
Once done, he leaped onto his horse and looked at Kos. “We will walk for a little while so you can get used to how the horse moves. This should build your confidence I would think.” With that they were on their way.
Valandil literally had to jerk Kos forward to touch the horse. She sat stiff and frightened as he placed her upon the creature. She couldn’t even move to obey him on where to put her feet. The reins he put in her hand were gripped as if her life was forfeit if she let go, and it might very well be, if she fell off. She let out a squeak of pure terror as he mounted his horse and led them off. She almost fell off when her mount moved, instinct and fear allowing her to clamp onto her horse in a horizontal position, arms wrapped around the creature’s neck in a near death grip.
Just a few yards had gone by when he turned around to see the most amusing sight. Realizing that perhaps Kos was not ready for such responsibility, he pulled on the ruins and dismounted. He walked over to Kos and took her hands from her horse’s reins and gently took her weight to allow her to dismount.
Once her feet were on the ground, he faced her and kneeled down. He looked at her with a warm smile. “Would it be better if you ride with me and we load the bags onto this one until you feel you can have another go at riding it? As I see that you are not entirely comfortable with riding it as of yet.”
Kos was shaking by the time her feet hit the ground, and collapsed to the ground to sit. She shook all over as he peered and spoke at her. The hesitant nod she gave was lost amongst all her quaking. She sat watching him transfer things to the horse, she was unable to even move to help him.
Weloth ambled up to her and nuzzled her. “You look unwell.” Kos didn’t reply, just wrapped her quaking arms around his neck and sat there. She never, ever wanted to be on such a creature again by herself. Weloth sighed and just sat there letting her take comfort and stability from him.
Seeing her distress he sat with her for a while and handed her a bottle of cool water that he had put in the bags earlier until finally commenting. “Come, the first part of the journey will take but one hour as I have word of a contact that can help us find the first of what we seek.”
He kissed her on the forehead before taking her hand and standing up. “Please drink” he said before looking at her pet and considering further “If Weloth would like he can sit on your horse while you join me on mine. What do you say to that?” he said with a smile.
Weloth snaked his head around to peer at Valandil with a snort of distain. “Me? Ride one of those things? He has already been in the sun too long.” With that, Weloth untangled himself from Kos, and walked a bit in the direction they had started stiff legged, looking very much like a disgruntled cat.
Kos actually smiled and gave a slight giggle at Weloth’s words and actions. She rose as Valandil helped her up. Her shaking reduced to small tremors now and again. She quietly took a small sip from the bottle Valandil had handed her, then handed it back. She looked to the ground, ashamed of her fears and actions, but it wasn’t something she could change overnight. Horses were big, and so high off the ground. Besides, she was a lowly sex slave, and shouldn’t try to be above her station anyway. Not to mention, she should be ready to please him at anytime, not something she could do from a separate horse.
Seeing that he had obviously offended the dragon, amused Valandil a little “Of course he does not have to use your horse. He need only sit on it when and if he becomes tired.”
With Kos positioned on the front of the saddle, he leaped up with one jump and slid behind her. Being this close to her, like this, did nothing for his restraint as his cock began to become aroused once again. He smiled at her effect on him as he put his feet in the stirrups, took the reins and instructed the horse to trot. Once the lead rope had become tight, Kos’ horse soon followed suit.
Seeing that Kos seemed a lot calmer pleased him greatly. He did not like it when he made her distressed. He whispered in her ear “In a little while we will come across a little hamlet called Lemoria before venturing onto Celondum to rest. Please be watchful there as we seek a man called Zachariah who is aware of our imminent arrival and has information for us. From my information he owns a tavern called the Blue Bard Tavern.”
They trotted along the country roads only occasional coming across fellow travellers either travelled to Lemoria to from it. The sporadic polite gesture was exchanged but apart from that the journey was relatively uneventful. Of course he was mindful of Kos and her position in regard to his cock as both their bodies moved up and down as the horse walked them to Lemoria. He would try to reposition himself but would always end up rubbing himself up against her. This of course he did not mind but there was only so much he could handle and he knew that he would have to relieve himself or indeed be relieved at some point soon.
Kos calmed considerably once she was on a horse with Valandil. She relaxed back into his chest and got comfortable. She felt his hardening member against her ass, but didn’t move. There was really no place she could go being in front of him, unless she wanted to attempt sitting on the poor horse’s neck. She marked his words in her memory and would keep an eye out for the tavern. She watched the scenery and the people go by for a brief time. Unfortunately, the lack of sleep from her last owner, Valandil’s attentions the night before and the rocking motion of the horse soon lulled her to sleep.
Somehow, she managed to turn herself around on the horse until she faced him while she slept. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his torso. Her head lay against his chest and his heart beat took her deeper into sleep. With her legs wrapped around him, that laid his hard cock up against her sex. The continued motions of the horse cause them to rub together. Soft panting and sighs started to come from Kos as her dreams turned more erotic and her sex was aroused by the friction being caused.
Seeing that she was relaxing and quite obviously falling asleep around him he assisted her in positioning herself so that she did not fall off. The obvious proximity of their sex to each other did not go unnoticed. The movement of the horse did not help him stay calm. He would need to wake her soon, else he would make a mess in his pants and he could not have that.
The warm wetness from her could be felt as she panted with excitement. He was sure that she would wake soon, so he decide to unbutton her pants and shuffle them down a little before unbuttoning his pants so he could pull out his cock before pushing it inside her. All this was done in quite a relaxed manner as the last thing he wanted was to draw any unnecessary attention from passersby as the horse continued to trot down the road. As he pushed his cock inside her he could see her eyes beginning to open.
Kos whimpered slightly as he maneuvered her and then entered her. Her sex came back into contact with his body and after a few more rubs, her body stiffened, her eyes started to flutter open. Her body convulsed and she cried out as that most delicious sensation was once more gifted to her.
As her body settled back down she fully opened her eyes and looked up at Valandil. She searched his face, wonder and nervousness both warred across her features. She wasn’t sure if she had done wrong or not, but a small part of her didn’t really care, a very small part. He made her body react in a way she’d never experienced before, and she was slowly becoming addicted to it.
They moved onto a quieter road as they left the outskirts of the city. As they did so, he observed that they were all alone on the road. For a mile or so, they continued on the journey before it became too much for him. Lifting her of his cock for a moment to remove her boots and pants, which he stuffed in his saddle bag, he then turned her over and observed her wrap her arms around the horse’s neck. With her facing away from him with her sex but inches from his cock, he pulled her back and reinserted his throbbing cock for a much deeper penetration. He hoped she liked it as much as he did. It did not take him long for his cock to grow to full size as he thrust it into her with increased vigour. He watched her with deep interest as the excitement built. He could do this forever. They were sexually made for each other that was obvious as with each thrust he would be bringing both him and Kos to ecstasy. Like many times before such a climax would be a long time coming, but he was in no rush as the horse continued down the trail.
Kos was a bit startled to find herself without clothes from the waist down and now facing the horse’s head and pushed into its neck. She wrapped her arms around the horse’s neck to keep from falling off. She felt his penetration and then he grew more inside her. Between his thrusts with the added help of the horse’s movement, she felt herself enjoy the experience. The tension that builds before a release was building slowly though and she didn’t realize this at first. Instead she was content to let him enjoy himself in her. She closed her eyes as they continued moving down the trail.
He was indeed relishing in this and could feel she was too, as the wetness flowed and coated his cock as he thrust into her. To support his actions, he grabbed her hair and drew her towards him whilst she held onto the horse neck. The motion of the horse did indeed intensify the penetrations as she moved from side to side with every thrust.
It would not take long before he would gift her his seed, as he arched his back and pulled her back by the hair for the final deep thrust. As the horse missed a step on the road, he moaned deeply as his orgasm came with an explosion.
She was pulled back by her hair. Kos clutched at the horse in a brief sudden panic not realizing she wasn’t being thrown off. His angle inside her changed and she shuddered slightly. She was pulled back again and lost her grip on the horse. She felt his load go off inside her, and sighed. He felt good, but she’d lost the enjoyment in her panic. Oh, well. After all she was his slave. She was for his enjoyment, not the other way around. Though disappointed a bit, she accepted the inevitable and waited to see if he was done, or wished to carry on.
As before, his cock did not soften after, so he felt little need to stop. As his gift leaked from her and fell to the ground, he pulled her to him so that her back was firm to his chest as he pushed his cock deeper into her. He might be spent, but there was more where that came from and he could tell that she was in need of a little more teasing before she would find ecstasy. An ecstasy he was more than willing to help her find.
As he held her there, he pulled off her top clothing and like her boots and pants; he stuffed them in the saddle bag. She was now naked for any lucky traveler to ogle at as they passed. Of course this road was deserted but how long that would be for was anyone’s guess. To hold her close, he grabbed her breasts firmly as he rocked her on his cock. His cock becoming quite wet as her honey flowed over him, which excited him still further and to his assumption perhaps she was too. He hoped so as he was not doing this just for him. As he pounded her, he hoped that she would never leave him, as she was free now, she could do that at any moment. Sex was clearly something that they enjoyed doing together and that was a good start. All he had to do now was to figure out what else they liked to do together as he wrapped his cloak around her body.
Kos didn’t even bat an eye as Valandil pulled her firmly to him and finished undressing her. She was used to being on public display after all. Her hands held on to the horse where its neck joined its body as he rocked her on his cock. She watched the passing scenery as he once more enjoyed himself and grabbed her chest. Though when the cloak was thrown over her, she was startled and looked up at him in puzzlement.
Did he not want others to see her? Was she some sort of disappointment to him? she sighed finally and looked back down the road. He confused her so much. She jerked a bit and looked sidelong at Weloth as he returned from some investigation of his own. “Perhaps he is trying to preserve your modesty. Ever think of that?”
“No. Why should he, I am just a slave.”
The sigh from Weloth was exasperated and made her wince. “Not in his eyes. You are free as he, and can leave at any time and seek your own place in the world.”
Kos was perplexed and a bit frightened at such a thought. “And where would I go? I know my place in this world; it is the place of the slave.” A low growl of disgust came from Weloth and he ambled off once more. Kos sighed dejectedly. Seems she couldn’t make either male happy.
Feeling her distraction in the way her body moved, sadden him a little. He had by now got used to when she was distracted as her motions became automated. Yes she was doing some of the work but the spontaneity in her seemed lost for a moment. So he turned it up a notch. He drew her closer to him once again by grabbing her throat and bringing her head back to rest on his right shoulder. As he tightened his grip around her neck, he placed his other hand between her and teased her clitoris with his index finger. It did not take long for her honey to flow over it as he teased it softly whilst he continued thrusting his cock inside her.
She gasped slightly as he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her further back against him. She lost her grip on the horse and was left with her staring up at the sky, his profile seen in her peripheral vision. She swallowed a bit and felt his hand on her throat still. Her eyes widen slightly as his other hand goes down and plays with that sensitive area that he has shown her brings her pleasure.
Her eyes flutter to half closed as he builds tension within her. She feels hot and wet down there, and her nipples start to harden. She begins to pant as she draws closer and before long he makes her body shudder as her tunnel convulses around his rod in her release of pleasure. A pleased moan escapes her lips.
Feeling her orgasm brought on his excitement to a new level as he released his hand from her neck and finger from between her legs. Pushing her down once again, he grabbed her hips and thrust himself inside her until finally his gift to her went forth. Her naked flesh once again exposed to the sun as he held that position for a few moments until his ejaculate was no more.
They both rested in that position for a few hundred yards until he eyed a stream just off the road. Once there, he halted the horses and pulled his cock out of Kos. He then leaped off the horse and fastened up his pants. Within moments, he had Kos in his arms and was carrying her to the stream. He was pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the water as he placed her into a clear pool that had collected as part of the stream. He then proceeded to wash her down before leaving her there to go back to his horse to get a towel and some of her clothes. He did not bring back her pants and jacket, but instead a pretty dress. To help the transition a little, he did bring her boots that she liked and left the shoes with her other clothes.
He held out his hand to help her out of the pool before giving her the towel. “Please dry yourself off and put on these clothes. Take your time and I will meet you back at the horses.” He smiled at her as his made his way back to where his stallion and her mare were grazing just a few meters way from the pool. While he waited, he pulled out her pants and jackets and transferred them to her horse. Then he made his way to the stream and drank from it for a moment before returning back to the horses.
As he shifted his hold on her, Kos’s body continued to shudder, and her canal squeezed his cock. Each thrust of his brought a moan as he kept her cumming. Finally he ejaculates and stops. She feels her pleasure ebbing and is disappointed, but once more accepting. Her body continues to throb and pulsate though in aftershocks.
She makes no move as he dismounts and then pulls her off the horse. When he places her in the water though and washes her sensitized body, her eyes glaze slightly and her breathing increases as he once more builds tension within her by his simple touch. She is disappointed as he walks away and then comes back with more clothes for her. She hides it though and just nods at him and gets out of the water. Drying off, she dresses and moves back to the horses. She waits patiently for him.
Her thoughts turn inward. She didn’t realize that she was currently sexually frustrated, having never experienced it before. All she knew was she wanted him to make her feel good again. She’d never been given such a gift before with past owners, and she was finding herself wanting more such experiences.
He did not have to wait long for her return. In that dress he would be able to access her as and when he or she required it. With her hair still wet as she looked at him as if waiting for a command, he watched as water dripped from her head. He took her in from boot to head and breathed in deep as he observed her still erect nipples through her dress. He picked her up and placed her back on the horse before jumping up himself. Like before, she was facing him as he put his feet in the stirrups. He then kissed her passionately as he led the horse on.
It did not take long before he felt her wetness against his covered cock. She was clearly still in need of him. He smiled at her as he pulled her closer. Lifting up her dress and unbuttoning his pants to expose his already throbbing cock, he lifted her up upon it and let the movement of the horse do the rest.
She was startled to be placed on the horse backwards. That is, until he mounted up and kissed her. She automatically moved her legs to lie over the top of his and pull herself closer to him. Her arms wrapped around his lower ribs to help hold her on. She felt herself rubbing against him again. She felt the heat and wetness from her sex, and the tension slammed back into her. A soft sound escaped her.
A soft whimper escaped her as he shifted and moved her. When she looked at him, a near desperate need on her face, she saw his smile and then felt him enter her. She briefly searched his face, before the pleasure mounted enough to cause her eyes to flutter and her head to fall back as she started to pant. With a few more steps, she suddenly cries out when her body starts quivering as once more she cums.
Each step of the horse brings a fresh wave of pleasure as well as a cry from her. She clings to him, frantic to keep the sweet ecstasy going. Her pussy convulses around his cock each time. She doesn’t want this to end, ever. Not a good attitude for a slave, but she can’t help it.
Feeling the quivering, excited him as his cock grew within her. He too enjoyed the motion of the horse, which made his cock move from side to side within her. On occasion certain movements of the horse encouraged his cock to go that little bit deeper as she held on tight to him. Her tightness ever so slightly encouraging his ecstasy, as he wanted this to go on forever. He quite simply was in no rush as he felt her cum over and over again.
Feeling quite secure on the horse, he took his hands from the reins and positioned them around her hips to rock her gently from side to side. He then drew her close so that any passer-by would think that she was sleeping and bringing her in closer with each orgasm. After she came, he would kiss her with passion before he would begin again as her honey freely flowed out.
As Valandil shifted her body closer to him with his hands on her hips, her pleasure suddenly intensified. She cried out rather loudly for her. Her orgasm now raged through her body with such force for several long yards of the walk. Her canal squeezed tighter and tighter around his growing rod. Her breathing became strained as she continued to gush forth nectar. Finally, unable to take any more of the sweet bliss, she collapsed boneless against him, her mind spiraling down into darkness, as she literally orgasmed to unconsciousness. Her body continued to react though, and she trembled with continued climaxes.
The continued tightening around his cock, served only one purpose and that was of complete ecstasy. She was clearly enjoying him and he her. It would be some time more before his seed would enter her and when it did, it exploded within her. This warm gift poured into her as his cock pulsated continually until finally he pulled it out so that she could rest.
He could see that her eyes were closed now and assuming that she was asleep. He rode the rest of the way to the town of Lemoria in which he hoped he would find Zachariah at the Blue Bard Tavern. He whispered “Wake up” as they came within a few yards of the tavern.
Kos woke slowly. The motion of the horse startled her and making her cling to Valandil until her mind woke up more and she realized where she was and why. She looked around and saw where they were. She then looked up at him, only to dart her glance away. She was ashamed that she had passed out while he was getting his pleasure from her. She had never done such a thing before., Come close in her first days as a slave, but never actually done so.
Her gaze dropped down to the dragon. Weloth had returned as they entered the village, and now ambled along next to the horse. “Ah, you’re awake again. Good. I think we’re here.” She just blinked at the dragon and then craned her neck to look at the tavern they were approaching.
Like before, and once he was sure that she was awake, he leaped off the horse with her and landed softly to the floor. Once stable, he assisted her to get a good footing on the ground before releasing his hold. He then fastened the two horses to the wooden rail and started heading inside. “Please guard the horses while I do my enquiry. I will be just a few minutes.” He smiled at her as he entered the tavern.
True to his word he returned but moments after entering and updated his companion. “It seems that it is Zachariah’s day off, so we have the day to kill, so to speak. Tell me what do you fancy doing with your day, Kos?”
She blinked as he dismounted them off the horse and then settled them on the ground. She watched as he headed into the building. Weloth approached and nudged her. Absently, she dropped a hand on his head and started scratching. Weloth hummed at the attention and his eyes closed half way in pleasure. She finally glanced down at the dragon, and a gentle smile sat on her lips watching him enjoying the scratching.
She didn’t notice Valandil,’s return until he spoke. She jerked with surprise and looked up at him. Her hand had stilled and she received another nudge from Weloth that automatically made her scratch without even looking. She listened to Valandil, but when he asked her what to do for the day, her eyes grew wide and panicky. As a slave she either sat in a room given her, sat near her owner, or was in her owner’s bed. She’d never had any other options, and had no clue what to say.
He touched her face softly to try to calm her down as he could see that just the question frightened her. “Never mind” he said softly “You can come with me if you like and explore the town with the option of us both finding a place to rest along the way.” He paused for a moment for a facial response from her before continuing. “I tell you what, why don’t we both find a place to stay first. You know a place that has a stable for the horses, and then once we have dropped of our belongings in the room we can find a nice place to have some lunch.” Like before he waited for some clue as to what she wanted to do. Anything so that he did not feel like her master would do.
The relief that washed through her at his words was so strong her knees actually buckled, and she lurched. Weloth was quick to snake his head around and push her towards Valandil. She fell up against him and clung to him. All she could do was nod her head at his change of mind. She hears Weloth in her head. “You are hopeless. Silly kos, you really need to learn to speak up.”
Weloth looks up at Valandil and debates trying to speak to the male. Kos was going to need very small baby steps to relearn how to think like a person instead of a slave. He wonders though if the effort is worth the possible outcome. So far, Valandil, while trying his best was sending the poor girl mixed signals. He used her as a master would a pleasure slave, and then expected her to make choices like a free person.
Kos flinched at Weloth’s words, he called her girl again. She peeked out and looked to see Weloth looking intently at Valandil. He wasn’t talking, she sensed that, but was thinking. She trembled a bit, wondering what was going through his mind. Weloth finally looked away. He had decided to try to ‘talk’ to the large Elf when he slept. It would be far less taxing and easier to reach his mind that way.
Seeing her relief in her eyes made him feel as if he was making progress or at least he had made the right choice by her. As she was still clinging to him, he picked her up and put her on his back and began to gather everything up. Once done, he remarked “Are you alright up there, my dear?” as he led the horses down the road. “It should not take too long to find stables for the beasts so we can walk more freely through the town.”
True to his word it did indeed take just a few minutes of slow walking to find such a stable, opposite an inn. He paid the stable master to take good care of the horse and then with all the bags in his hands and Kos still on his back, he strode up the inn entrance and went inside. Much to his delight it was quite a luxurious establishment with what looked like a fine restaurant to the right of the reception area. Upon dropping his bags and helping Kos to the floor, he gestured to the young blonde woman at the desk.
Kos let out a slight squeal as Valandil hoisted her to his back. She now felt like an idiot. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck though. She wasn’t about to fall off and look even more stupid. She watched from her perch as he finally found an Inn with stables. As he paid the stable master her head ducked from the strange looks the other was giving them.
When he entered the Inn proper, and finally let her down, she kept her head ducked and stayed very close to him. She didn’t want to even see the strange looks they were probably getting. Weloth ambled up and nuzzled her hip. Her hand automatically reached for his head and started scratching again as she listened to Valandil and the woman he talked too.
He talked to the young woman for some time. He had sorted the room quite quickly and soon a bellboy took the bags from around them and with a key in his hand, he went to unlock the room and dump the bags for the two guests, whilst Valandil continued to talk with the blonde voluptuous assistant.
The conversation soon moved to more important topics such as a possible sex game for a bit of fun for Kos. As the conversation developed some of the ideas included her and Kos spending some time together whilst he watched. The woman even suggested that she would be more than happy to do this for free if Kos liked her.
As she said this she lend over the desk to show her cleavage to Kos and directing her attentions on her “Well my dear” she said with a warm and welcoming smile “would you like to play with me?”
Kos looked up suddenly realizing that much of their conversation involved her. She blinked at the woman owlishly and then looked up at Valandil. His expression told her what her answer should be. She turned back to the woman and gave a slight and hesitant nod. Most onlookers would take it for shyness. In Kos’s case it was resignation. She had had to pleasure women owners before, so she was no stranger to the process.
Weloth looked between the three his gaze settling on Valandil with a snort. This Elf was something else. Didn’t he realize he was just compounding the issue with Kos? Of course she was going to agree. After all her owner had just made negotiations for it. Weloth gave a strange dragon-ish sigh and ambled off at that point. If he didn’t, he was going to do something uncivilized. Like bite the Elf.
Seeing that Kos clearly agreed, the human female introduced herself as Amy and went to the back to find out when her shift was due to finish. Once she returned she explained that she would be on shift until the late afternoon and she would come to their room once she had freshened up and changed into a something a little more comfortable.
Valandil became quite happy at this point and did not notice that Kos’ pet had wondered off. He then gave the woman a friendly kiss on the cheek before allowing her to go about her business. He then turned to Kos and by doing so he could finally see that her dragon had gone. “Come” he said “Shall we go and find your dragon and see about going into town to buy you some new things and do a little exploring? As we won’t be making it to Celondum until tomorrow.” Really hoping for an answer this time, he waited for some clue as to her needs as he was slightly disappointed that they would not be making it Celondum on time so he decided he would make the most of it while they were here and also hoped that she would too. The woman was for her. In fact he would probably leave them too it, he considered, once they were back at the inn. Perhaps he would let them enjoy one another whilst he went to the bar to relax. He wanted so much for her to feel more than she did. The transition from slave to equal was a long journey and he longed to see the transformed Kos once she was whole again. So he waited for her patiently to respond.
Kos looked up at Valandil’s words. Her voice was soft. “As you wish, Mas- Valandil.” She looked away and looked around for Weloth. Not seeing him right away, she called out to him mentally. “Weloth? We are to go into town. Where are you?” She heard a sigh from the dragon and then saw him come into view. He looked disgruntled and out of sorts. “Weloth?” All she got back was dark brooding, and she dropped it. She looked to Valandil instead, waiting for him to decide when they would go.
Hearing her voice pleased him. It seemed that she was finally getting the confidence he wanted her to show when communication. “Well we can go for a walk if you like?” He handed her some coins and continued “Take this for now and if we get separated we will meet back here alright?” Showing nothing but care and concern for his companion, he smiled at her warmly and took her hand. “Come, let us go and have a little fun. If you see anything you like either buy it yourself or just ask me until you fell comfortable doing so yourself.”
It took just a few minutes to get to the harbour where the merchants had laid out tables of the catches and treasures that they had gathered from the adventures over the sea. Some of which was trash but some caught the eyes of the many visitors that were admiring them. “Please Kos take a look and have fun. I will be right by your side.”
She blinked as he handed her coins. She made sure her hold was tight enough. She had nowhere to put them, but her hand. He took her other hand and she walked along with him. She kept her head down though and only glanced at things out of the corner of her eye. Despite his words, it was not a slave’s place to look at, nor buy, things, unless they were charged with the shopping for the house.
Weloth ambled along, sure to stay on Kos’s side away from the tall Elf. He’d occasionally wander of to investigate something, but always returned by her side. A couple times Kos went to give him scratchings only to realize that was the hand holding the moneys Valandil had given her. All she could do was knuckle scratch, but he seemed content enough with those.
Kos paced Valandil as best as her shorter legs allowed. She kept to herself, and said nothing, nor looked at anything. Her gaze stayed down, and she showed no interest in the going ons around her. The only thing she kept track of was Weloth and Valandil.
He could see that as they walked his companion was most of the time looking down. This displeased him a little, as she was clearly not interested in what was on offer, so with his free hand he lifted her head so that she could see the market place a little better. One of the first places they came across was a leather merchant that sold bags. He looked at them for some time before turning to her and suggesting “Kos, pick one for your money, if you like, so that you have somewhere to put it.”
Like before he waited patiently for her to choose and buy one before he would move on the next store. She had to learn to buy things for herself as this was a good way to build on the independence that she so lacked. As he waited and wait he did, he considered what he was to do with her as if all she found joy in was sex then he feared that he would soon tire of her and he did not want to do that as there was something about this woman that intrigued him greatly. As he stood there he hoped that some how she would begin to find joy in other things besides his cock. For now however, he too took great pleasure from sex with her and could see no time in the near future when such things would become mundane and boring.
Kos started to panic at Valandil’s order, until Weloth bumped into her and spoke. “Find a pretty one. Maybe with a dragon on it?” She looked down at Weloth startled. Frowning she moved closer to the stall and looked. She was nervous, but Weloth stayed on her side and rose his neck up to inspect the pouches as well.
“Ah pretty lady, see something you like?” Kos tried to back away from the merchant, but Weloth moved his back legs and effectively wrapped his back end around her and then his tail snaked around and finished encircling her. She couldn’t move and she froze frightened with nowhere to retreat. The merchant frowned slightly at her, and that made her start to tremble.
“How about that one that matches the blue in your hair? And it has a, well, it’s a Wyvern, but it will do in place of a dragon.” Kos’s eyes darted to the one Weloth described. “If you like it you have to let the merchant know. Don’t be frieghtened, I am here and won’t let anything happen to you. Even if that oaf of an Elf is pushing you too fast.”
Kos stared down at Weloth in startled shock. What was this? He was upset at Valandil? Why? A slight jarring by Weloth brought her back to the task at hand, as well as the warning growl. Slowly she pointed to the pouch. She didn’t look at the merchant, but she did speak, quietly. “Could I purchase that one please.”
The merchant beamed at her, though it was lost on the top of her head. “Of course, pretty lady.” He grabbed the one she pointed at. “That will be a silver.”
Kos blinked briefly. “That would be a light shiny one in your hand.” She carefully opened her hand and looked to see what was in it. Spotting a light shiny coin within, she delicately extracted it and held it out to the merchant. “The yellow shiny are gold pieces, light shiny are silver pieces, and the brownish red shiny are copper pieces. Just so you know.” Kos looked a little ran over by a herd of horses at this, but didn’t look into her hand or even move, waiting on the merchant.
The merchant took the silver with a smile and handed over the pouch. “Anything else, pretty lady? Perhaps--” He was cut off by Kos’s sudden shake of the head, Weloth had moved as she received the pouch and she made a hasty retreat back to Valandil’s side. The merchant definitely thought she was an odd one. She still held her money in one hand and the pouch in the other, it was as if she didn’t know what to do with either. He watched as the dragon with her strolled over to her and butted her money hand.
“Put that in the pouch you just purchased, Kos.” She stared at the dragon a bit wide eyed, but was quick to do as he said. When done she tightened the pouch, but continued to hold it in her hand. She looked up to Valandil, waiting as to where to go next.
She had done very well, he thought, for her first time, so he smiled at her before complementing her “Well done for your first attempt at independence. Now use the strap for the pouch and wrap it around you. As he spoke he gestured to her how to do this and hoped she would get the idea. He was pleased once again as he observed her doing this and then they were on their way down the street to look at more wondrous things. As they walked he started to talk to her once again “I hope you like your pouch as it looks very fine on you dear Kos. Perhaps with that money, which is now yours to keep, you will find more luxurious items. Just keep your head up otherwise you will miss them.” As he said this, he took her hand and wrapped his fingers around hers. He liked touching her and he hoped that she did too.
They would spend the next few hours searching through the market until finally heading back to the inn. The first day, exposing Kos to the basics had been a good one. He looked forward to arriving back at the inn, where he would expose her to more social interactions during dinner and then the final gesture of kindness towards her, for the day, he would give Amy to her to play with. So they walked, hand in hand, from the bay to the inn. Upon occasion he would glance at Kos to see if she was still keeping her head high as he was proud to have her by his side.
Weloth snorted in disgust. The tall Elf was worse than Kos. At least Kos was conditioned to her current mind set. Weloth didn’t know if the tall Elf was truly ignorant, or just chose to see things as he wanted, instead of as they were. He stayed close to Kos as they meandered through the market. Occasionally he would bump or nudge her as she let her head drop. She never fully raised it, but at least she wasn’t looking at her feet. She was going to take even longer to feel free if the stupid Elf kept throwing things at her one right after the other before she was ready.
Finally they turn back towards the Inn. Kos relaxes slightly, until she remembers what Valandil had set up for the evening. Her gaze drops back to the ground. This time Weloth doesn’t make her keep it upright and she is thankful. She may have been out of sorts at the market, but at least it had kept her mind off what Valandil wanted her to do. Now her thoughts turned to that. She hadn’t paid much attention to the conversation at first. Perhaps he was trying to sell her, and was allowing the woman time with her to see if she actually wanted to purchase Kos. She gave a quiet sigh.
Once inside, he could see that Amy had finished her shift as there was another lady ready to greet them. He asked for the key and was about to turn to go to the room when he spotted Amy at the bar. She was dressed in the finest dress he had ever seen and she looked quite captivating. Kos would most definitely like her, he thought. With a few hand gestures it seemed that she was going to meet Kos and him in the restaurant for dinner.
Once this had been finalized, he, still holding Kos’ hand, went to the room to begin to get ready for dinner. Once inside the room, he released her hand and spoke to Kos. “Now, Kos we are going to that nice restaurant for dinner, so you and I will pick out some clothes for you to wear. Some of which you have purchased today and some you already have. Will that be alright? Nod if you agree or shake you head if you prefer to do it yourself. Once done we will join Amy for dinner. That way you can get to know her a little before you spend the night together. However, if after the evening you prefer not to be with her for the rest of the night, just say so as I am sure she will understand. It is after all up to you as I am doing this for you. Does that sound reasonable?” he smiled warmly at her as she questioned her.
Kos just looked at Valandil. She then turned and went to her pack. She pulled out the clothes he had gotten her. She was quick to separate pants and shirts from the dresses he had bought. Those she put back in the carry bag. She looked through the various dress outfits. Plainer ones she also put away. Valandil had said nice. She looked over the six that were left. One was a nice red silk, with some flower design on it. Another was a pale blue with what looked to be cloud designs. Another was a darker blue and no designs. One was emerald green with tree and leaf designs. One was a pale green with a vines design. And the last was a plain lavender. The ones with designs were more concealing, while the two without were rather revealing, swooping back, and a dipping front, with thin straps to hold it to the shoulders. She looked to Valandil, unsure what he would consider nice enough for tonight.
He looked at them as she displayed them for him to consider. It was clear from her actions that she had some clue but he could tell that she needed him to assist towards the end. He found that the darker blue one caught his eye as did the plain lavender one. He liked them all of course as he had assisted her in buying some of them and the rest he had purchased for her. So he pondered for a few moments as if in deep thought before picking the darker blue one. So he pointed and said to her “I think this one, my dear, for tonight, as you do not want Amy to upstage you, I am sure and this one will ensure that she knows that you are the bell of the ball so to speak. He then left her to get changed whilst he put on his clothes of choice for the night.
Once ready he came from the other side of the room and as he caught sight of her it was like someone had taken his breath away. The dress fit perfectly and she looked wonderful in it. The shoes he had bought her complemented the dress completely as she stood there waiting for him. It was like she was transformed from a servant to a lady. He smiled at her approvingly as he caught his breath and walked over to her to take her arm. “Come” he said “It is time for dinner.” With that, he smiled again and opened the bedroom door before walking downstairs with his companion.
Kos stood there, uncomfortable in the clothes of a free person. Weloth looked to her while they waited for Valandil’s return. He came up and nuzzled her gently. “It’ll be alright. We’ll get you through this latest escapade.” She smiled down at Weloth in gratitude. She didn’t know what she would have done without him. She’d probably be a mindless, numb wreck by now.
She didn’t understand his comment of being the bell of the ball thing, or Amy upstaging her. There was nothing she could do to compete with Amy. Nor was it her place too. Amy was free, it was her, Kos, who was the slave. And Valandil was either loaning her to Amy for Amy’s own pleasure, or he was trying to sell her to Amy. Either way, Kos had no say in the matter and was resigned to her fate.
When Valandil came out and looked at her, she dropped her gaze to the floor. His expression was strange and it made her nervous and frightened. Had she done something wrong again? He spoke and took her arm, leading her out and down to food. She trembled slightly, unhappy with the fact her time with Amy was growing closer. She walked with him and sat where he indicated. Weloth sidled up and sat on her side opposite Valandil. If he sat near the Elf he would finally break and bite the blasted fool.
Upon entering the dining area, he could see that Amy had already taken her place at the table. It was a table set for four people, two either side. Amy moved along so that he could sit next to her and by doing this, he gestured for Kos to sit opposite him. Her dragon had come too it seemed which amused him a little. He wondered if he should order a meal for the pet so he did once the waitress came to their table. As well as the food, he ordered bottles of wine which he encouraged Kos to join them in drinking. He was not sure if she had ever tried such a drink before, but he was not too worried as the room was not far from here.
As the wine continued to be poured into the quickly emptied glasses the evening became a little looser. Dish after dish was served and comfortably disposed of. As the wine began to take effect the mood relaxed considerably. Valandil hoped that the wine was having the same effect on Kos as it was him as Amy discreetly unbutton his trousers to play with his cock from under the table. With the mood shifting to that of sex, Valandil removed his shoe and teased his foot in the direction of Kos’ sex. Seeing that she had not put on any panties made the next action easier to perform. With the tip of his toe, he teased her with a flick of her clitoris. It did not take long for her honey to coat that toe as he continued to tease her as he watched her reaction. By this time, the other guests had already gone to bed as had most of the staff, so what was to happen next could be done without interruption.
Kos sat uncomfortable throughout dinner. Somehow Weloth managed to make her drink disappear on her after only a sip and thus she didn’t become drunk as the other two obviously had. She watched them being silly. She jerked and looked at Valandil with wide eyes as his foot came up to her sex. She didn’t move not sure what he was up to now.
Weloth had finally had enough. The oaf was relaxed enough he could reach him. “ENOUGH! Stupid Elf. You are pushing her too far too fast. She is nowhere near ready for the freedoms you push on her. Furthermore, you continue to send her mixed signals. Telling her she is free, and yet still using her as a sex slave. Are you really so blind? Take your trollop and go. I will keep Kos safe. And if you want her to start feeling less of a slave, why don’t you think of a proper name for her, instead of continuing to call her girl in your tongue.” With that he nudged Kos out of her chair and proceeded to herd her to the stables. They would bed with the horses. She’d be far safer there than in the same room with that fool and his new woman.
Kos stared at Weloth, she couldn’t even begin to believe Weloth had gone at Valandil like that. She didn’t move except for her jaw dropping as Weloth continued. When Weloth nudged her out of her chair she was far too stunned to do anything but go where Weloth directed her. Soon she was in the stables and bedded down with their horses. Weloth curled up in front of her to keep anyone from Kos.
Hearing the voices in his head confessed him, he was sure that the dragon was talking to him. Every word made sense to him. He had never tried to help someone as confused as Kos before and of course a name for her was the obvious choice. But how would he approach the subject. However, before he could answer the dragon, they were gone. With that he buttoned up his pants and followed them outside to the stables. Amy followed as she was also concerned.
He tried to tap into the mind of the dragon as he ventured into the stables and found them both with the horses. “Kos” he roared “come, this is outrageous. And you dragon will move from her so that we can all talk as you seem to have found a way to tap into my mind.” He then calmed a little before continuing. ”I have to say that you could have talked to me sooner as you seem to be quite the expert on such matters. Do tell me more on what and how I should help dear Kos as I feel I have failed her greatly in this venture. Believe it or not dear dragon I do care for her, but I am at a loss on how to help her, so your wealth of experience is more than welcome here.” He then sat down beside the group to rest until the dragon or indeed Kos answered.
Weloth raised his head, but didn’t budge. Smoke suddenly billowed from his nose as he looked to Valandil and saw the Amy woman still with him. “You will stay put!” Both Elves heard Weloth and his tail came down on Kos lightly to pin her in place. “You say she is free, then order her about like a slave. Which is it, Oaf? The only reason I make the effort to speak to you now, is that I have had enough. You will destroy her mind and who she is if you continue in this manner. Make your choice, and make it NOW!” His eyes had narrowed and small flames were licking around his mouth now.
Kos shook there behind Weloth, her eyes and the top of her head could be seen peeking over his backside. She looked positively terrified. Her eyes darted back and forth between Valandil and Weloth. Her eyes widened impossibly more as she noted the flames coming from the dragon’s mouth. Her eyes darted to Valandil and if possible she looked even more frightened then when this had started. She was now in serious fear for his safety, Weloth was pissed. Tears started leaking from the corners of her eyes as she looked at him.
“Choice” he yelled “What do you mean?” he looked confused at the dragon. He did not want to hurt him as he was dear to Kos, but he had no idea as to what he was talking about and he was clearly upsetting Kos and he could not have that. So he waited for the dragon to assist further as of right now he needed his help.
The flames around Weloth’s mouth grew large suddenly before going back to the small licking flames. The horses snorted nervously, but so far didn’t spook. “Are you really stupid? Choose Elf. Is she FREE, or is she still your SLAVE?” Weloth was really and truly getting tired of this one. Perhaps he should just make a meal of him, and the trollop with him, and take Kos elsewhere.
Becoming quite angry at the dragon’s stance he responded “She is free of course. I try to get her involved in everything, but I am no expert. I do all things to please her and to make her happy but of course I am quite clueless at it as I have not done this before. So insults aside I would appreciate your help.” He then backed off from the stables until he was at the door and waited for the dragon to assist further.
Weloth calmed down slightly as Valandil left the stall. The flames disappeared and the smoke became wisps. “Very well, to start, you will start getting her, her own rooms. You will not take any more sex from her. You will let her come to you for it. Small steps. She bought a pouch today. Good, but don’t throw so many things at her at once, and when she starts to back off, don’t shove her forward. Patience will be the key. And you WILL NOT set up sexual encounters for her with others, you fool. She thinks you are trying to sell her for the Egg’s Sake. And most importantly, come up with something better than kos to call her. She hasn’t been a girl for a very long time.” This time Weloth managed to keep Kos out of the conversation entirely. Not easy with an Elf who had the natural ability to hear his kind.
Kos stared back and forth. She had noted Weloth calming down, but then Valandil had retreated from the stall too. She didn’t know what if anything was being said this time, all she could hear was a low buzzing from the dragon. Like people talking from a great distance in another room. Her gaze finally settled on Valandil, she wondered if he would punish her for the dragon’s actions.
“Alright, that is what I have been trying to do, failing of course, but I never claimed to be good at this. So how would you approach the subject of a name for my companion?” He paused for a moment as the dragons answer finally sank in until he responded once again “One the subject of sex, I have only ever wanted her to come to me. I hope, like you do, that someday she will indeed do so and until then I will take your advice gladly.” He smiled at the dragon with a hope that he could see it and waited patiently for a response.
While he waited and wait he did for quite some time, he added a few more replies “Finally my good dragon” he continued “Of course I will request that she has her own room and I will consider slowing down on the input regarding her experiences. But I ask one thing of you. help me to train her to use her own bloody horse, alright?” With that he fell silent and went back to waiting.
Weloth blinked at the last comment made before he could even answer the first ones. “Crap. We have a problem there I see already.” He sighs thoughtfully. “We shall work on it, but as you saw already, she’s too terrified of the blasted animal.” He pauses again, lost in thought on how to sort that one out. Sex was going to be hard for them to avoid until she wanted it if they continued riding together. Today showed that all too clearly. He finally sighed and gave a slight shake of his head. “We will have to try our best, but she will probably still ride with you in the end. As for the name, what is a name of your people you like? She has been called an object for all intents and purposes. Gift her with a name you think fits her, or you want her to grow into. Being called by an actual name will go a long way towards changing how she sees herself and how she thinks… I hope. Our luck, she’ll probably still be too blasted stubborn. You have 37 years of slavery working against you, you know.”
Finally he moves, rising up and shaking himself slightly. He turns and prods Kos up and nudges her to the stall door. Kos doesn’t need much prompting and soon slams into Valandil and wraps her arms around him in a hug. She had thought that Weloth was really going to roast and eat him for many long tense moments. She was relieved he had decided not to. She was sobbing into his body.
Weloth canted his head and sighed. “Well, she’s grown attached to you. That’s a step in the right direction at any rate.”
As he held her there, he dismissed Amy, who judging by her face completely understood. He then spoke to the dragon once again. “Thank you dear dragon. I am sure we will do our best for her and I thank you for coming into our lives at this time.” He then turned to his companion and like before he picked her up and kissed her softly on the lips before taking her back to the inn. Once inside her walked to their room and placed her on the bed. “Good night, Sylvaria” he said. He expected confusion in her eyes at the mention of the name, but it was time he stopped calling her girl. He rose for the bed once he had put the covers over her before heading downstairs to book another room for him to rest. Once done he took the room next to hers.
Before he settled in for the night, he went back to her room to inform her of his location. So he opened her door.
Weloth followed as they headed back into the building. Finally, the Elf was seeing sense. Now to see for how long. The horse situation was going to be their biggest problem he saw, but they would work on it. They entered the room and he watches as Valandil puts her to bed. He is amused by Sylvaria’s confusion over her new name. “Kind of pretty don’t you think. I like it, Sylvaria.” He ambles over to the fireplace and curls up for sleep as Valandil leaves the room.
Kos is beyond confused as first Valandil then Weloth both suddenly call her Sylvaria. She looks back and forth at them both, the expression on her face quite comical. She watches Valandil leave the room and stares at the door wondering if Amy was going to come in now. She never realized the woman was gone for the night, not to return. She continues to watch the door and almost has fallen asleep when it opens once more. She shrinks back fearful of who walks through it, until she sees Valandil. The relief on her face is too obvious.
He smiled at her as she looks over the covers, so very sweet he thought. “I just wanted to tell you that I am next door if you need me for anything. I’ll see you both in the morning for breakfast. Say around 8am, alright?” He paused for a moment and then just before he shut the door he tossed her key to the dragon for safe keeping and said “Well good night and sleep well.” And with that he was gone.
He waited outside her door just encase she came to it, but she did not. Or at least not while he was standing there. So he went to his room. Upon locking the door, he realized that his clothes were with Sylvaria. He smiled at this realization and instead of going back to collect them, he simply undress and put his naked body under the covers and promptly fell asleep.
Kos sat here stunned as Valandil delivered his news. She watched him as he stood there briefly then tossed a key to Weloth. She blinks as he shuts the door. She doesn,’t know what to do or think. Finally Weloth’s voice comes to her mind. “Sylvaria, laydown, get some sleep.” At first it doesn’t register that he means her, using that strange name. But finally she realizes that he does mean her and lays down. She doesn’t sleep though, for a very long time.
Her thoughts chase themselves. Had she done something? No, this must be her punishment for Weloth’s outburst earlier. Or were him and Amy enjoying each other? Strangely, that last thought actually hurt. Finally, she drifts off to sleep with a couple hours before the dawn. She has exhausted herself with her fretting.
He was not to see Amy again that night as he lay there in the dark, hoping that Sylvaria was alright. He lay there wondering if she would come to him, but it had been quite a day anyway so before long he fell fast asleep.
By morning he woke to the sound of the birds on his window sill. He put back on his clothes that he had thrown to the floor the night before and then was suddenly overcome with the most awful headache he had ever experienced. He sat down for a moment before going to the bathroom to freshen up. Feeling a lot better he left them room and ventured forth to knock on Sylvaria’s door. So he tapped on the door and waited to be let in as the door was locked and he did not have the key.
Kos didn’t hear the knock on the door, but Weloth did. He rose and peered at Sylvaria and saw her still asleep. His head canted briefly, then he moved up and nuzzled her. She didn’t move. Worried, he went to the door and slid the key under it for Valandil. “Something is wrong with Sylvaria. She is not waking. Hurry up, key’s on the floor at your feet.” With that he turns back to the bed, and tries to nudge her awake again, all to no avail. He checked her over, and found she was breathing still, so she hadn’t died on them. That was a relief. But why wouldn’t she wake?
Open hearing Weloth, in his mind once again and like last night understanding him completely, he panicked and took the key to open the door. As he burst in, he could see that, as the dragon has explained, that Sylvaria, as that was her name now, was still fast asleep. However, once he had checked her over and unlike the dragon, he did not try to wake her. He just simply kneeled down by the dragon and explained. “It is alright, Weloth, she is simply exhausted from all the excitement of yesterday. She probably has not been asleep for too long.” Then he suggested “How about we leave her too it for a while and head downstairs for breakfast. We can leave her a note on the door, in big writing so she does not miss it, telling her where we are. She can join us once she awakens.” He waited to hear what Weloth thought of that before continuing.
Weloth sighed. Exhausted? He supposed it was possible, she had been through a lot yesterday, most of it new, and probably traumatizing. “Do you think she knows how to read? Thus far, I have not seen her display the least bit of attention to anything written.” Speaking to the Elf was growing easier with each use now and Weloth had no issues doing so. He wondered at the wisdom to leave her alone completely, able to read or not. It might frighten her to no end to find herself completely alone. “In the future, for now, I think you should keep the key to her room, just in case. Once she is more used to being her own person, then you can start giving her the key.”
He had not considered that she could not read. Of course it was possible, so he changed his idea and suggested “Perhaps we can stay here and watch over her until she wakes. I am sure she has lots to discuss and I really do not mind where we do it. She has been through quite enough without thinking that we have abandoned her.” In regard to the key, he accepted that was also a good idea. Again without thinking, he had given her more to take on. He would in the future be mindful of that. Or at least he hoped he would be.
Upon responded to his so called advisor, he liked that ‘advisor’, he backed away and sat by the bed just a few feet from Sylvaria. He watched her for a considerable amount of time as she slept before turning to his advisor, Weloth, once again. “So tell me, Weloth, what brought you to that market place where we first met you.” As he asked him, he realized that he was starting to become quite intrigued by the little dragon, so he rephrased the question. “In fact tell me about yourself, my good friend as I am quite curious.”
Weloth accepted the change and settled back down by the fireplace, ready for another nap. Unfortunately, the Elf decided to be inquisitive to while away the time until Sylvaria woke. The dragon cracked an eye open and looked Valandil over. The eye closed, but his voice entered the Elf’s mind all the same. “Was hunting for her. Though I didn’t know at the time it was her. She naturally projects her thoughts to my kind without realizing it. And in turn we can talk to her with no effort. It is as if she is one of ours. Unlike yours which is mostly closed. I had to wait until a time when your mental shields were down enough for you to hear me.”
The dragon lapses into silence for a while, before continuing on. “There’s not much to tell about myself. I am one of maybe two hundred eggs,, and one of maybe ten or twelve siblings that was strong enough to survive hatching. I am not quite a century old, and still young by my kind’s standards.”
Again he lapses into silence. “You might want to think of breakfast brought up before too much longer. She will probably sleep for a while if your thoughts are correct. No sense in us starving while we wait.”
As he said breakfast, he tummy rumbled. “Ahh, yes, breakfast. I will be right back. I will surprise you with something special,” and with that he was out of the room and down into bar area. He was not long as he had simply ordered steak and eggs with toast and a few other traditional breakfast treats to fill the table once it arrived. He did not see the point of waiting in the bar, so he gave the room number to the waitress and walked briskly back to the room. As he entered he informed his advisor “She tells me it won’t be long.”
Once informed he returned to her beside and rested his head against his hand and waited for the breakfast. After a while he communicated once again to his advisor “So, tell me some stories of your kind while we wait for her to rise.” As he said this he smiled at the dragon.
Weloth cracked an eye open again and looked at Valandil. “Your kind really can’t sit still and quiet without endless chatter can they?” A sigh came from the dragon, and he was really wishing Sylvaria would just hurry up and wake up. “What exactly are you wanting to know? We are intelligent, obviously. We can use magic as we get older. We live longer than your people, who thus far are the longest lived humanoids. We can fly. Some of us breath fire, some acid, some cold, some lightening. There are too many more to list. We are hard to kill, as our hide is very strong, like a natural armour.” He lapses back into silence to let the Elf digest the information.
He was quite impressed by what he heard and hoped that he would never leave him or indeed her. He then relaxed in the chair until the breakfast arrived. He, with the waitress, laid out the food and the scent soon filled the room. As he sat down at the table, he hoped the smell would arouse Sylvaria to awaken, however it was getting cold so he took his first bite of a sausage as he gestured for the dragon to join him.
Kos stirred slightly as breakfast was delivered. She took a deep inhale of the aromas and then sighed. She didn’t move though for a very long time. Then suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat bolt upright. She looked around the room confused and out of sorts until she spotted Valandil. She then seemed to not only relax, but almost heave a sigh of relief. Last night was nothing more than a bad dream. She sat quietly and watched him eat, not about to presume that any of that was for her.
As he ate, he would from time to time look over at her, until finally he observed her sitting upright in her bed. He could see her confusion as she looked around the room. He ate for a few more minutes before smiling in her direction and gesturing for her to join them as he put a plate out for her. “Good morning, Sylvaria, do you want breakfast?” he suggested as he moved his attention back to his food.
Kos stared at Valandil for a long moment. Evidently last night wasn’t a bad dream. He was still calling her by that strange word, Sylvaria. She had no idea what it meant. She looked to Weloth. “What does Sylvaria mean?”
Weloth looked up from his food at her. “It is your name silly girl. It is high time you had one. It is rather pretty don’t you think?”
Kos stared at him. “My name is Kos.”
“No, kos is the Elvin word for girl, it is not a proper name. Sylvaria is. And that is now your name.”
She stared some more at the dragon. Finally she just sighed. Valandil was her owner, if he wished to rename her that was his choice. She would have to remember to answer to it. She looked to Valandil. “Please. May I have some breakfast, Master?” She completely forgot to call him by his name as he’d requested. Her mind overwhelmed with everything at the moment.
Weloth looked up sharply and was quick to speak to Valandil. “Do not correct her, she is going to slid back now and again. She’s overwhelmed enough already. If she fully reverts back to using that term, then gently correct her. Let’s wait and see if this was just a mild slip up, hmm.” He went back to his food, though watching the two Elves closely. He felt her accept the new name for all intents and purposes. It was a step in the right direction.
He did what the dragon advised, as so far he had not been far wrong. So he did not correct her and simply said “Please do. I have some here for you too.” He put his utensils down and added some more items to her plate while he waited for her to come to the table. Once done, he spoke again “I think once we have eaten we can go to the Blue Bard Tavern and see if Zachariah is back. Then once I have seen him we can venture forth to Celondum.”
He then continued to eat his breakfast and upon finishing, he stood and with no rush for the others to finish he began to gather up their belongings.
Sylvaria, as she was now to be called, rose from the bed and came to the table. “Thank you… Valandil.” She sat and began to eat. As soon as Valandil finished, she did too. She wasn’t full, but she wasn’t hungry anymore either. And while she had ate some, she’d pushed more food around her plate than what actually went into her mouth. She sat quietly watching him. He seemed different this morning. And she wondered if he was going to try to force her to ride that blasted horse again. She gave a soft sigh and looked down at her plate. She was still very tired.
Seeing that she too had finished her breakfast, as he observed that she was simply playing with her food, he took the bags outside to the stables and fastened them to the white horse.
Once done, he returned to the room to see if Sylvaria was ready to go. Upon entering the room, he smiled and spoke with a question “Want to ride with me today, Sylvaria?”
Weloth gave Valandil a sharp look, but the over whelming relief he in saw in Sylvaria kept him silent. She really and truly was scared to ride the horse the Elf had gotten her. He pondered on that. They weren’t going to get her to learn to ride until she got over that fear.
Sylvaria nodded at Valandil. “Please.” She didn’t understand why he asked her. She was too tired to even try to figure things out. Her mind just couldn’t seem to work through the cotton batting it seemed to be stuffed with. She was feeling like crying at the moment, and it was all she could do not to do that.
He smiled when she said she would ride with him, but he still needed her to find the courage to ride by herself. Until that day, he would welcome her to ride with him. He then turned to the door and before he opened it he turned to her and speak “Well, I will bring the horses round to the front while you and Weloth freshen up for the journey. Would you like me to come up for you once I have them or should I met you downstairs?”
Sylvaria looked back up at Valandil as he stood at the door and asked her more questions. She blinked a few times, her eyes were filling up and she couldn’t stop it. Suddenly she bolted to the bathroom. Curling up in a corner the sobs finally came. She was too confused, she didn’t understand what he wanted from her.
Weloth looked after her as she bolted. “Uh-oh. She’s having a break down. She’s too tired. Things have piled up on her, and she’s not taking things well.”
“Perhaps we should stay here another day?” he said to Weloth as he bolted to the bathroom to see if he could help. He moved to her and upon picking her up, he held her close to him.
As he drew her close, he stroked her hair and simply said “Let me take you to bed to rest. I will then go and unpack the horses so that we can stay until you feel better.” He kissed her on the forehead and took her to her bed. As he got there he took of her clothes and help her into bed.
She clung to him, her body wracked with silent sobs. She became almost wild when he undressed her, she kept trying to cling to him. She clutched at him as he tried to put her to bed. She wasn’t aware of what she did, only that she was scared and frightened and he was leaving again. Strange whimpering noises were coming from her now.
He could not leave her like this, so he stayed with her. He would lie her down finally once he told her this and he would join her. He held her close to him with the hope that she would soon calm down. Having her this close was dangerous and she was naked too. However, his needs right now could wait as now was not the right time so he calmed himself as he draw her closer.
She slightly calmed as he put her to bed and joined her. She curled up against him and still sobbed uncontrollably. Her small hands held tightly to him, as if she was afraid he would disappear.
Weloth came over and looked them over then sighed. “She needs to sleep. Do what you must to get her there. You will have to start over when she is fully rested. She has excepted the name at least, we can start from there. Get her to sleep though. She will be much calmer with more rest.”
“I agree” he said to the dragon. “I am glad that we can communicate to one another.” He lay there for some time stroking her hair and face as she sobbed into him.
From time to time he would remove her tears from her face with his sleeve before returning to his stroking. She would stop soon, he hoped, as she needed to rest. He would not go to unpack the horses until she was safe and asleep, he decided.
Weloth gave a bob of his head and then moved to the fireplace. Looked like they’d be here a while. Sylvaria was in a wretched state. He hoped too she’d fall asleep soon. Sylvaria’s sobbing eventually tapers off to hiccups, as she finally drifts off to exhausted sleep once more. Her hold never lets up on Valandil, it is tight as if afraid he will disappear while she sleeps.
With her grip tight around him, he soon closed his eyes too as he felt that he may as well rest them as he was not going anywhere for at least a few hours. Whilst he lay there he struggled to remove his out layers of clothes to become more comfortable. Once done, he closed his eyes once again and brought her back to him.
Her proximity did nothing for his composure as his cock enlarged a little in response to her nakedness and position around him. He tried numerous techniques to alleviate this but of course they failed. So he lay there and hoped she would not notice his obvious need for her once she awoke.
Sylvaria whimpered as he worked to get his clothes off. She settled though as soon as he pulled her back to him. Her left arm flung across his chest, and her left leg draped over his thighs. She cuddled in closer, her head on his shoulder. She seemed to finally be sleeping peacefully. The morning and afternoon go by with her sunk in deep and healing sleep. She murmurs now and again in her sleep and shifts against him occasionally. Her dreams seem to be peaceful, no nightmares.
Sleep eventually took him but not before removing the remainder of his clothes, which he torn from his body. Now they were naked and very close, he found the shifts in her only heightened his arousal. He still remained absolute. He would not take advantage of her in this state. Once his mind was calm, he fell fast asleep and did not wake for several hours.
When he did, awake for a little while she was still close and had only moved to put her leg over his. Her could feel her warm sex against his leg as he tried to reposition himself before dosing off once again, until finally he awoke feeling fresh. He would now just lie there until Sylvaria was ready to awaken and then from there he would make plans to continue on with their journey.
Sylvaria slowly climbed from her deep and restful sleep. Unconsciously she felt Valandil’s naked form next to her, and that took her to strange dreams. Her body started to slowly rub and move up against his. Her breathing picked up slightly and soft moans issued forth now and again. Her hand on his body started to slowly move about, caressing his chest, on down to his belly, until it encountered his cock. Her hand made the jump to his cock and started to lightly rubbing it.
After some time, as he lay there waiting for her to stir, it became apparent quite early on that Sylvaria was having quite graphic dreams. Her actions confirmed this when she finally moved her hand from his belly and down to start to caress his cock. This time, unlike the many times before, it felt different. This time perhaps she wanted him, he considered, as his cock soon grow in appreciation of her efforts. He had observed her moans and before long he was adding his own to the mix, as he lifted himself off the bed rhythmically as she stroked his cock.
Her actions were clearly exciting him a great deal and before long, he had teased his hand down towards her sex and within a few seconds, he was parting her lips and was softly pushing his fingers into her already wet centre. To begin with, he would use only one until, as he persevered, he would eventually be using three and then four until finally he had pulled her knees away from one another and was teasing his hand into her honey saturated sex.
Sylvaria moaned loudly as Valandil started to play with her sex. Her body twisted at the waist, and her hips thrust against his hand, need evident in the movement. While her upper body stayed in contact with his. Her hand curled around his growing member and started to stroke it faster than she had rubbed it. Her hand tightened and loosened as it moved up and down him, very much simulating what her pussy would do, were he buried inside her.
Suddenly she started whimpering. In her dream she was getting that lovely build of pleasure he had introduced her too. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to release it in her dream, and she started to become almost frantic in her dream. This transmitted to the waking world as her hips suddenly and aggressively pushing against his hand. And the faintest of pleas escaped her lips. “Help me, please”
Hearing her pleas made him feel helpless and he was not sure how he could help. However, he knew he wanted to be inside her as the way she touched him made him want her sex. He removed her hand from his cock and pulled his from inside her, before moved himself on top of her. His cock slid in easily as his hand had enlarged her sex a great deal. Within moments, however, as he started to thrust, her sex encompassed his member as her lips tighten around him.
Now he would help her, he thought, as he pushed his cock in deeper, whist pulling on her already erect nipples which pulled her from the bed for a moment before he would release her only to repeat this action over and over as his thrusts increased in ferocity. He could not resist as they clearly needed some of his abundant attention.
They became red quite quickly, which did not stop his behaviour until finally he removed his fingers from them and lifted her legs over his shoulders before pushing into her once again. The speed and power at which he serviced her was a first for him. He could only imagine that under normal circumstances this might hurt anyone else. However, as he looked at her face he could not make out any discomfort in what he did. In fact, he perceived the opposite, so he gritted his teeth and enthusiastically continued as he grabbed her throat and dug his fingers into her neck. This action assisted him in supporting her weight as he brought her up to him.
Sylvaria’s whimpers grew louder as Valandil removed her hand and his from their bodies. The whimpers quickly changed to low moans of pleasure though as soon as he entered her. Her body reacted to his cock and the rough play on her nipples, causing her back to arch up with each time he pulled before dropping back to the bed. As he lifts her legs over his shoulders and grabs her by the throat, cutting off her air supply, her body reacts violently. Her pussy clamps around his rod as her nectar suddenly soaks the both of them. Her body shakes violently with her release, and strange strangled sounds emerge from her. She is brought from dreams to reality with the intensity of her pleasure and stares up at him. Her eyes filled with wonder as he once more gifts her with the sweet sensations of her body.
Her convulsions excited him as he grappled with her to secure his hold on her neck until he pulled her forward finally. This action had it desired effect as her honey poured from within her. He then released his grip on her neck and in the same moment positioned the same arm around the back of her neck, before she fell backwards. Seeing that his actions had now awoken her brought the pleasure up to the next level and with her face within slapping distance, he saw nothing except the opportunity to repeatedly strike it. He did not aim to hurt her. His only intention was to excite and he hoped that he was achieving this as he used his hand behind her head to push her down. In this position he felt he had full control as he stopped slapping her and placing a fistful of clothe in her mouth before pinched her noise. He expected her to struggle once again as he continued to thrust his cock within her sex. He was not stopping now. This would be a day to remember for the both of them.
The sudden slaps shocked her out of her pleasured state. What had she done wrong? The fact that he still moved on her was lost in her confusion. Tears had filled her eyes as he slapped her, but had yet to spill over. She struggled briefly as he stuffed her mouth and held her nose closed, trying now to suffocate her. Then she suddenly just goes limp. As much as she didn’t want to die, who was she to try to deny her master his will. She had done something to displeasure him, and now he patience had reached an end and he would kill her. Or, maybe he’d finally decided what punishment she deserved for last night. It mattered not either way. The tears finally spilled over as her vision went black and she lost consciousness.
The second she lost consciousness, he began muttering a chant and with that he observed her eyes opening. Once the chant was completed he pulled out the rag and released his fingers from her nose. She was back from wherever and he was ready to bring her new pleasures as his cock began to thrust once again as he removed her legs from his shoulders and put them around his waist. Bringing her to him, he kissed her passionately to bring new life to her limp naked body, which did stiffen upon contact. He wiped the tears from her cheeks as he looked longingly into her eyes.
Eyes fluttering open, she is surprised to still be alive. He pulls her towards him and kisses her. She doesn’t understand as he looks into her eyes with a strange emotion. She moves with him, afraid to do something wrong again. She doesn’t want a repeat, nor does she know what he wants exactly. He was so kind normally, yet there were times when he was brutal. She let it go, though, trying her best to please him and avoid more punishment.
He decided that his roughness was too much for her so he took it down a notch whilst kissing her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he moved his hands to support her hips and began to move her back and forth on him. The feel of her sex on his cock encouraged him to release his seed into her and once spent he would without a pause drive his cock into a little further as he stood from the bed and softly leaned her against the wall.
He would continue to kiss her for some time which would include the duration of the love making, which until he was happy that she was satisfied would be long indeed.
She felt his release, and accepted his continuing. After all she was his slave, and she wasn’t about to protest. She didn’t know what to make of being put up against the wall, but her body continued to move with his. She accepted his kisses. She didn’t make a sound, and the only movements she made were those that accommodated whatever he did. She had gotten enough rest that she could keep up with him without fear of passing out from tiredness.
He had pushed her too far, he knew that now as he frantically tried to please her. He drove himself into her but nothing came from her. No sound or emotion. Had he broken her emotion, he did not know. He could not continue this for now, so he stopped, withdrew his cock and sat her on the bed. Smiling at her warmly he calmly commented on his withdrawal “Come, I need to rest and think for a while. By all means join me if you wish as I like it when you are close and hope you do too.”
She knew she had upset him again. His words were hollow. She dropped her head, and moved wherever he indicated. He wanted her near, she would be near, as was her place. She recalled her dream and her waking from the dream. Everything had been feeling good and right, what had she done to upset him so. She searched her memories, but really found nothing to shed light on her error. A tear slipped from her eye and she huddled in on herself more. It seemed for all her training, she was a horrible slave to this man, her newest owner.
“You have done nothing wrong. In fact you are doing the best you can given that you have not been free long” he said reassuringly, as he pulled her to him. His cock still want her and so did he, but he kept getting it wrong so he would not force himself upon her until she was ready and wanted him too. Where was his advisor when he needed him, he considered. For now he would hold her and try to reassure her that she was the world to him or at least making her happy was.
She gave a soft put upon sigh as he mentioned her being free. She made no protest as he pulled her close to him. He seemed bent on believing her free, but she wasn’t, and she knew that. He had bought her, thus that made her his. She gave up on the circle of thoughts. She sat quietly in his embrace.
What was he to do with her? She brought out the best and worst in him. He had never been so loving and so violent to anyone before. His passion for her was obvious, but what was he to do.
And then it came to him, he would have to still give her things to do on her own each day or perhaps once or twice a week. As his advisor called it, ‘baby steps’. As it all became too clear to him, he fell back on the bed to relax and as he did this he teased her to him with a light pull on her shoulder. He then slid down the bed and opened up her legs. Her sex was still wet and ready for him so he moved his head towards it and with the lightest of caresses he licked her clitoris with his tongue.
She fell back at his tug, landing next to him. She wondered briefly what was next, then decided it didn’t matter. Her head lifted slightly though to watch him slide down the bed, curious. Her legs parted easily as they were supposed to as her owner demanded. Her head fell back after realizing he was up to something else sexual. Her eyes popped open very wide as his tongue licked her. Her body shivered at the gentle touch.
He worked on her sex with the lightest of touches for some time, as he moved back and forth from her clitoris to her lips. He was going to be gentle, he had to be. His frustrations he would take out elsewhere. He was being too rough with her too many times. How is she supposed to know he cares for her if all he keeps doing is hitting her. He would pleasure her until she understood as he pushed his mouth around her sex, working her most intimate of areas with his tongue, only looking up on occasion to see the expressions change on her face.
At first she continued to stare wide eyed up at the ceiling of the room. Her owner was licking her like she had seen animals do. She didn’t understand why he would do such a thing. She body shivered now and again, though. Eventually, her expressions would change to wonder, astonishment, joy, and pleasure as the familiar becoming tension built ever so slowly up in her. Soft moans were also starting to come from her, and her hips would occasionally make small moves with his tongue.
Bring her to climax slowly was the plan here. He would treat her rough only when asked to do so, or when he could not control himself. Right now he wanted to show how much he cared, perhaps how much he loved her. The affect she had on him drove him crazy but her reactions to his roughness clearly upset her as that had to be how her previous masters had treated her. Seeing her go into ‘slave mode’, as he called it, with him was too much to bear. He did not like it. Not so much for him but for her as he wanted her to enjoy her time with him. Respecting her in the bedroom was going to be helpful in bringing her out of this slave mind set, he thought, as he caress her sex with his tongue.
After a short time he removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers. He began to perform a sort of erotic massage, in which he touched areas of her body as softly as he could only increasing the pressure if he heard a response from her. He started with the areas around the groin and moved to other intimate parts of the body in way that he hoped would increase her sexual arousal.
Sylvaria’s eyes closed slightly. Her hips moved softly under his tongue. Her hands fluttered around of their own accord until they found his head. Her fingers ran through his hair softly. Moans and panting could be heard to come from her as her body’s tension continued to build. When he removed his tongue, she whimpered in distress and her eyes started to open back up. Then he replaced it with his fingers, making her gasp and moan. Her body shuddered and then moved instinctually with what he did to her. Her nipples hardened and her body writhed under his touch.
He continued to perform this act for some time as his fingers delved deeper inside to continue massaging her sex. He could see that she was now panting considerably. If only he had not packed the bags on the horse as he could really use some of the more exotic purchased to increase her ecstasy. However, for now he would make do as he moved his thumb around her opening.
After some time, he removed his fingers and moved them, still coated in her honey, towards her breasts. Upon touching her erect nipples, he teased them until they grew a little more. With the nipples now coated with her, he moved up to them with his mouth and licked them softly one after another. After a few seconds, he took a pause and looked to her and said “Do you want me inside you?”
Slyvaria whimpers as he removes his fingers and brings them to her breasts. The whimpers change to moans as he played with them. The sharp intakes of breath as his mouth then licks them. She doesn’t even think on his question. “Yes. Please. Mast—Valandil. Please.” She wants him very badly.
Hearing his name once she corrected herself pleased him greatly as he grabbed his cock in hand and positioned in towards he welcoming sex. Like before it slid in with ease as her welcomed honey coated his length. He would be gentle this time and once she was satisfied he would then spend his seed into her. So he began to slid his cock back and forth inside her bring her forward on occasion to kiss her mouth or erect nipples. Upon kissing her his tongue would glide into her mouth and entangle itself around hers. The passion in his kiss would not go unnoticed as he opened his mouth to accommodate hers. As he kissed her he slowly pushed his cock a little deeper inside her. It would be sometime before he would force himself in completely as he did not want to hurt her. So when he felt that she was ready, he did indeed push it into her until there was nothing more to give. He sighed as he did this as a little seed escaped his cock. This was the start of his release, the rest of which would follow all in good time. However, for now he continued to kiss her and repeatedly slid his cock into her sex as he slowly increased his thrusting.
A contented sigh comes from her as he finally enters her. Her hips thrust up meeting his, and her legs move to encircle his waist, bringing him closer. Her hands roam his shoulders and back. Her kisses are hungry each time he kisses her, and her body arcs anytime his mouth touches a breast. Moans issue from her through the heavy panting of her breathing. Periodically she cries out as he brings her to multiple orgasms. One hits her powerfully, and she cries out his name. “Valandil!”
His trusts became deep and rapid as he felt her cum over and over again until finally he gave her his gift. His explosion was slow and thick as his seed poured into her. He pushed in deep to cap the flow to prevent it escaping her sex, so too ensure that his seed found its destiny. He would assist its journey in any way he could as he sensed that she was receptive to it on this day as she had been for a least few. She might already be pregnant he thought but he could not take the risk. He knew enough about Elven female biology to know that if he wanted to get her pregnant then it would have to be now or they would have to wait a further six months until she would be receptive once again. He was not sure why he wanted this exactly he just felt that it was right.
His feelings for her were growing as he lay there as his seed pumped into her with each contraction. On the last one he smiled at her and considered further, for their child would be the most important gift to his kingdom. He had known this from the beginning but had not reflected on it. All the other treasure that he was sent out to find would pale in significance compared to that, he thought. So he held himself there as kissed her passionately with his cock still inside her, throbbing for her.
Slyvaria felt his release finally. She didn’t understand his stopping so deep inside her as he came, she was used to him continuing on in his thrusts. Having no clue about her own people, she never realized what he was attempting to do, or that she even could carry a child herself. Now that the pleasure and the passion was ebbing in her she looked at Valandil with slightly wide eyes. Had she actually asked him to have her? Would he punish her for being so bold? She watched him closely and saw no anger in him.
Her thoughts turned everything over in her mind. He seemed too really like when she instigated sex between them, even inadvertently as she remembered the dreams. She tucked this new information away, and decided to act upon it in the future. For now, she lay beneath him, waiting.
When he was satisfied that he had given enough time for his seed to do its work, he removed his cock slowly and kissed her until finally he lay next to her. After a few moments, he went to hold her, until relaxing with her in his arms. He did not want to let her go now that they had something so special to show for the connection, so he stayed with her softly kissing her face and slowly touching her body with his fingers.
Her canal seemed to contract with his slow exit, as if it didn’t want his cock to leave. She kissed him easily until he lay beside her and then held her. She actually snuggled into the hold and gave a soft sigh. She would smile quietly as he kissed her face, and her body reacted to his touches. After a long while of this, she hesitantly, ran her fingers along his ribcage where her hand had lain as they cuddled. She would move a bit and stop, as if waiting to see if she would be punished for being so bold. Then she’d move a small bit more and stop, until finally she reached his hip. She paused there for a very long time before her hand slowly ventured out with the same stopping and starting along his ribs, but this time across his stomach.
He could see quite clearly that his actions pleased her greatly. he had treated her correctly and she responded well to it. He smiled at her as she moved in response to his attentions.
He stopped kissing her and moved his hands to the side when she, without prompting, began to tease him with her fingers. Firstly on his ribs until finally finding their way to his stomach area. He felt movement in his cock as the anticipation began to build. Perhaps she was working towards touching him there. He hoped so. So he kissed her on the forehead once more time before laying back to enjoy her caresses. He would not tire of her affections, he believed that in his heart as he started to see her take her first step into independent thinking.
She froze as he stopped and moved slightly. She stiffened slightly, waiting for the blow to come. Instead she got her forehead kissed and it kept her still even longer, in confusion. Was he happy with her being so bold and acting above her station of slave? Having her head laying in such a way that she looked down his body, she had noticed his member stirring. She lay there a while longer wrestling with herself on if she should continue or not.
Feeling that she had paused for a moment, he started to touch her body once again. This time he would lightly touch her breasts and focus eventually on her nipples.
Even as he did this, he could still feel her warm and soft hand on his stomach. Her eyes seemed transfixed on his cock. What was she thinking? Seeing that her attention did not shift, he remarked “You can touch it if you would like?” As he said this, he smiled at her warmly “I think it likes you.”
Sylvaria’s thoughts melted into confusion as he once more touched and fondled her breasts. She started slightly at his voice and she looked up at him, only to pull back slightly as her eyes crossed at being so close. Her eyes dropped at his words and she colored slightly. Eventually though her hand did as he asked, and she slowly moved her hand down to caress the top of his cock from head to base.
With her hand on his cock and it growing to her touch, he moved his hands from her breasts. Running one of his hands softly down her torso until his fingers found her clitoris. Still moist from their activity just moments before, his fingers started to work her sex as she stroked his cock with her soft tiny hands.
She let out a soft moan as his hands slid down her body. A gasp came next as his fingers found her sensitive button once more. Her hips bucked up ever so slightly into his fingers. Her fingers curled around his member and continued stroking as it grew. Her eyes closed half way and her breathing picked up. She liked this, craved it, and her body responded to it eagerly.
Seeing her motion to his touch as he arched his spine to relieve her attention on his cock pleased him greatly. He liked pleasuring her a great deal. However, he found that by doing so, the task that he was sent to do by his homeland was all but forgotten. Not that he cared at this very moment, since all his attentions were focused on bringing her to new heights of pleasure that she had never experienced before and of course her touch on him was well received.
As they lay there flat on the bed pleasuring one another, he considered the next position that he thought she might like. Once he had decided, he removed her hand from his cock and slowly removed his fingers from her sex. Once done, he moved himself down the bed until his head was just a few inches from her sex and his cock was within licking distance of her mouth. He then lent on his side and moved her towards him until she was in a similar position. When comfortable, he moved his tongue into her sex and began to lick her softly at first until finally he would apply more pressure and speed to her honey coated sex.
Her eyes flew open as he removed her hand and his. What had… He moves himself around and on his side and then pulls her to her side. She understood immediately what he wanted and took his cock into her mouth and started moving on it. His own mouth on her sex at first surprised her. It didn’t stop her movements, and moans vibrated around his cock now as she moved it in and out of her mouth. Her hips curled toward his mouth more as the tension built in her body.
When his cock touched the back of her mouth as she took him in, he pushed in lightly that little more deeply and held it there until he could feel her start to gag. When she did he pulled back a little so she could breathe once again.
How she worked his cock was amazing as she focused on every inch of him. He could feel her tongue sliding down his shaft with careful precision. This only encouraged him to work harder on her sex, probing deeper inside with his tongue and rolling it around her clit over and over again. As he worked her, he felt her hips pushing against him with pleasure as he lapped up her honey. She tasted so good and he quite simply could not get enough.
Her nectar rushed forth at his intensity on her sex. She seemed to hungrily down his cock as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her moans picked up in volume and vibration. Her hands latched onto his hip and thigh. Sex had always been something she just had to do and a chore. Now he’d shown her there was a whole other side of it, and she wanted more.
He would spend a little while longer working her sex as the tension built up in his cock. Until finally, her attentions on him paid off as it began to convulse until finally he pushed his hips towards her as his seed burst into her mouth. He held his cock there until he was spent as he continued to lick her sex.
Once spent, he pulled out his cock and rolled her onto her front, placed each of his hands on either side of her bottom he lifted her up a little and parted her cheeks. Once in position, he teased her welcoming sex with the tip of his cock.
She swallowed his seed easily. Her body finally abated in its pleasure. She made no protest as he flipped her face down and then raised her hips. She felt him position himself in between her legs and lift her ass up. His cock rubbing her entrance made her shiver. She waited for him to continue. She didn’t move, staying in the position he’d placed her.
He teased her as she waited patiently for him to enter. He moved his cock back and forth from her sex to her anus entrance repeatedly for a while. Teasing his tip into both until finally settling on her sex as he pushed it slowly in. It welcomed him as it had done before as she closed around him as his cock moved inside her.
The teasing actually made her squirm a bit. Almost everything with Valandil was a completely new experience. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, and what it was doing to her. A sigh escapes her as he finally enters her and she pushes back to drive his cock deeper. She didn’t know why she was reacting as she was to him. For now she shelved it for later thinking. She started to move back and forth on him.
Feeling that she accepted his cock gladly as she pushed against it encouraged him to push back. Now with his shaft in as deep as it could, he moved his hands to her hips and encouraged her back and forth on his cock. He held her tight around her hips as he worked her sex with his throbbing cock.
She moved easily as he guided her on his cock. She already was coming close to another release. Her pussy was already starting to tighten around him as she moaned softly. She didn’t understand how he could do such things to her body.
He too was ready for release and this would be his last until they had spoken to Zachariah. He wanted to do this all day, but he had to catch the man before he went off duty.
He quickly dismissed the distraction and then continued to force his cock into her over and over again until finally his gift released once again inside her. As he released, he put his arms around her and dropped onto the bed bringing her on top of him as he twisted onto his back. As he lay there with her on top of him with them both looking up at the ceiling, he whispered “I love you”. The words came out so naturally. Perhaps he always had.
She cried out as her release came upon her suddenly. She was not sure what to think as he rolled them over with her on top. She stared up at the ceiling wondering what he was up to now. She jerked as he spoke words she really didn’t understand, and it left her frowning up at the ceiling trying to figure it out.
He held her there for some time until finally speaking again. Her silence was to be expected but he had to tell her how he felt. “Are you hungry? As I thought that we could walk to the Blue Barb Tavern and have lunch. While we are there I can speak to Zachariah. Once done we can either return here or pack up and head to Celondum.”
She nods at his question. She wiggles slightly and moves away from him and off the bed. She pads to the bathroom and gets herself cleaned up quickly. She was actually very hungry. And she soon emerged to find clothes and get dressed. She chose what she started to think of as her ‘travel wear’ being far more comfortable in those than in the dresses he had gotten her. She’d wear them of he wanted her too, but if she had to choose, it wouldn’t be them.
Seeing that she was indeed hungry as he was too, he waited for her to leave the room before he left the bed. He used the sink by the bed to clean himself up before getting dressed. He was still getting dressed when Slyvaria remerged from the bathroom.
He tried to rouse the dragon as he finished putting on his jacket. So he tried to focus his mind before trying to connect “Want to eat too” he said, trying not to startle the creature.
Weloth popped an eye open and looked at Valandil. “You two finally done then? About dratted time.” He rises up and shakes himself briefly, much like a dog. He then ambles over to Sylvaria and nuzzles her while peering up at her, an interesting movement to say the least. He then turns to look at Valandil. Sylvaria looked down at the dragon and gave him a brief smile. She started rubbing the top of his head as they waited on Valandil to finish up.
Amused at his advisors remarks and behaviour, he finished buttoning his jacket. Once dressed, he responded “Let’s go and get some refreshment then.”
He smiled at them both and walked slowly to the door. Once unlocked, he opened the door for them and gestured from them to exit with him
Both dragon and girl moved as one. They headed out the door, Weloth’s body slight behind Sylvaria’s so they fit through the door. They headed down the stairs together. Once they reached the bottom, they waited on Valandil to catch up and then lead the way.
He watched as they moved as one. He felt like he should join them in their synchronization but instead he locked the door, once they had passed, and followed them downstairs. Once there he paid Amy, who gave him a sweet smile, before leading the way outside to the horses. To his delight no one had stolen their belongs or the horses for that matter, so he untied them and remarked “Sylvaria, should we take the horses so that we do not have to return here? If so, jump up and we can be on our way.”
She moved easily out the door and was relaxed, until he mentioned hopping up on the horse. She balked and backed up several steps, her eyes wide and frightened looking. Weloth moved and circled her nuzzling and slowly shoving her forward to Valandil. “I think either the horses need to be led. Where you are going isn’t all that far after all.” Finally he butted her right into Valandil, and then planted his head in the center of her back, not allowing her to back away as she stood against Valandil. “Now, comfort and settle her before she runs to parts unknown.”
With Sylvaria close to him, he put his arms around her to comfort her whilst focusing on Weloth. He then remarked “Well I was suggesting that she join me on my horse as the other is fully laden with bags, but you might be right.” So he sighed to relax a little before kissing her on her forehead. “Come, Sylvaria” he said “Let us walk instead. I will lead the horses.” He then grabbed the reins for the two beasts and took her hand in the other before walking in the direction of The Blue Bard Tavern.
As the dragon suggested it did not take long for them to arrive at the tavern. Nor did it take long for Valandil to find Zachariah, who was working in the kitchen due to the chef not showing this morning. Upon his return to Sylvaria’s side, who he had asked to stay in reception, Valandil was spinning a fob watch in his fingers until finally putting it in his pocket. “Let’s get a table shall we and decide what we are too eat on this fine day.”
Sylvaria calmed considerably as Valandil spoke. That he hadn’t meant for her to ride on her own was a relief, but not as much as just walking right now. Weloth released her back when Valandil put his arms around her and wandered a short distance in the direction they were to head and waited for them.
They soon arrived at the tavern and the dragon stayed with her as Valandil disappeared for a bit. Upon his return and suggestion, she nodded and followed him into the eating area. Soon they were settled and she waited for him to order their food. Weloth settled in next to her and preceded to rub his head up against her leg frequently. This made her automatically scratch at his head whenever he did.
A waitress, who introduced herself as Lucia, soon came to them to take their order. He ordered a large jug of wine for the two of them as well as water for his advisor, before ordering a platter of the meats, fish and vegetables that they had on offer. That way he hoped that Sylvaria would like something on the plate.
Within twenty minutes or so, the food arrived. By that time he was taking his second mug full of wine from the jug. He had been explaining to his companion that the watch that she saw was in fact the next heirloom that he had been searching for and Zachariah had confirmed that they needed to head to Celondum where his brother, Corrigan, would have news of the last of the items that he would need before heading home. Like his brother, he too owned a tavern. If he had remember it correctly, it was in the centre of the city and it went by the name of The Seventh Sanctum. He explained all this to Sylvaria whilst taking the occasional sip of his wine.
She listened and watched him drink. She filed away the information of where and who they were to go and see next. The wine he poured her sat there untouched as Weloth happily drank of his water. When the food arrived, she waited patiently for him to serve it. Watching as he served himself and then started to eat. Weloth looks up at her. “Well? Aren’t you going to get us some food?”
She looks down at him and shakes her head. “Not my place too.”
“Oh, for the love of…”
He then looks to Valandil. “Did you stop thinking altogether with your thinking head after mating this go around?”
Before suggesting that the others should have any, he took his first mouthful of food to check that it was good. While he was swallowing, he was interrupted by the dragon, who was enquiring in his usual pleasant way. “Of course, I was simply testing the meal” he comment.
After swallowing, he filled a bowl for his advisor, placed it down on the floor, where he was sitting and watched as he tucked in. “There you go, oh patient one” he said with a little humour. His attentions then transformed to his companion. “Help yourself Sylvaria; we do not stand on ceremony here.”
So there they were the most unlikely of grouped adventurers, tucking into their food before they would venture forth and claim the last of the heirlooms. The book in which this was written has been lost in time.
However, word of their victorious return has been passed down the generations. It is written that upon their return, to Valandil delight, Sylvaria gave birth to a beautiful daughter some two months later, as she did indeed fall pregnant during the time of their adventures. The birth and Sylvaria being reunited with her brother, who recognized her upon her return, settled her mind and brought her and Valandil much closer to one another. More than Valandil could have ever wished for.
During their happy years together, of which there were many, the daughter would grow up and have adventures of her own. That, however, is another sto