Alliances and lovemaking

As they began to make their way back towards the goblins, Fenrir stooped to pick up the Key Elmeria had thrown at his feet. The dark elf's eyes widened. Evidently she had only just realized that he had not picked it up before he had leaped forward to take her in his arms.

"Wait, but how did you-"

"-place my Mark of Submission on you without a Key?" Fenrir finished her question, smiling. "I have one already, taken from around the neck of the White Horror." He produced the Key in question from the pouch at his side. "It seems the old dragon was hoarding more than one of these."

"Did you kill it?" Elmeria asked, looking up at him.

"The White Horror? No, such a feat is still well beyond me; stealing the Key from him was about as much as I could manage. Perhaps someday I may come back and subjugate him. An ancient dragon such as he would make a powerful ally, but I'm afraid my actions have put an end to any hopes of peaceful cooperation with him."

"You say that as if you have no doubt you'll become as strong as he is."

"I don't. If I can avoid being turned into a fine red mist by your friends the Saintesses for long enough, I have almost unlimited potential for growth. Or at least that's what I've been told," Fenrir shrugged, a smile playing about the corners of his mouth.

Elmeria winced a little at the first part of his statement but did not answer. However, Fenrir caught her regarding him thoughtfully several times thereafter.

As they approached the goblin scouts' camp, Elmeria nestling comfortably into his side with one of his arms around her shoulders, Fenrir looked her over once more with God's Eye.

Elmeria Levantine
(Branded: Mark of Submission)
Female Dark Elf
Messiah Lvl 85, Inquisitor of the Dragon Lvl 55, Heavenly Songstress Lvl 50
Status: Happy, Puzzled
Abilities: Divine Song, Holy Rain, Mass Heal, Grand Inspire, Mass Ward, Righteous Denunciation, [Cont.] (Disallowed)
Kinks/Fetishes:
prefers gentle lovemaking - pleasing Fenrir brings her pleasure
Disposition Towards User:
nurses a growing love for him - is deeply grateful to him for the acceptance and kindness he has shown her - wonders what he intends for her in the future

'Quite a change from the last time I used God's Eye on her,' Fenrir thought wryly. 'Well, I won't complain.' Any further thought was interrupted by the approach of Mitzi, who came forward from the goblins' camp to meet them. She was unusually timid about it, her eyes seemingly unable to meet Fenrir's for more than a second at a time.

Mitzi
Female Goblin
Unclassed
Status: Uncertain
Abilities: N/A
Kinks/Fetishes:
loves cumplay – like all goblins, responds to power - like all female goblins, loves being pregnant
Disposition Towards User:
ravenously curious about what he is and where he came from – slightly frightened and aroused by his size and his obvious strength – really liked it when he patted her on the head

God's Eye did not provide much in the way of clues as to the reason for her behavior, though Fenrir noted her status as Unclassed with curiosity.

"You go back to Ruyanei now that you have a Key?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, before long," Fenrir replied. "I still need to say goodbye to your chief and make some arrangements."

Mitzi's face fell, and the reason for her uncertainty became clear to Fenrir. He decided not to say anything for the moment, however. From what he knew of the goblins' culture, the final decision of whether she would be allowed to leave with him would fall to the chief, and he thought it best not to raise any false hopes.

"Chin up," he said. "I'm not going to leave immediately." Leaning forward, he lifted the diminutive goblin to his shoulder, where she draped herself comfortably, taking comfort in the close proximity. Elmeria watched the proceedings with a little frown on her face, but again, she said nothing.

Fenrir spent the next several hours telling of his adventures and hearing how Shazrak's side of the raid had gone. Shazrak had encountered no difficulties, aside from a few half-grown drakes, spawn of the ancient dragon, which they had slain with only one casualty on their own side. Fenrir's retelling of his encounter with the White Horror held all present spellbound, and Fenrir surprised himself by how much he enjoyed telling the story. He recounted the conversation, the fight, the retreat into the tunnels beneath the mountain with the Key, and how after wandering around in the dark for some time he had eventually discovered a narrow passage leading to the surface about twenty miles from where he had first gone underground.

Mitzi and Elmeria fairly trembled at the story, one on either side of him as he sat comfortably before the little cookfire in the goblin camp, and all the goblins that could understand Kharovian hung on his every word as he spun his tale. When he finished there was silence for a long moment.

It was broken by Shazrak, who said, "I am glad I did not overestimate your abilities. Your tale will be retold to my people, and we will not soon forget the courage and daring of the one who helped us."

Fenrir inclined his head in acknowledgement of the compliment, and then the spell was broken. The goblins began talking among themselves, discussing what they had just heard, those who could not understand Kharovian listening to the story being retold by those who could.

Fenrir turned his attention to the chief. Shazrak, now that he was able to evaluate him with God's Eye, was revealed to view him much as one ruler might view another whom they deeply respected. The act of giving Elmeria the Key of Apollyon had cemented him in Fenrir's mind as a trustworthy individual, and their joint scheming had convinced him of the chief's shrewd intelligence and foresightedness. Therefore, Fenrir wanted to maintain relations with the goblins if possible, and to that end he spent some time discussing trade opportunities with him. Shazrak was happy to open trade with someone from Ruyanei; while he evinced no desire to return to his people's ancestral home, he immediately realized the chance to acquire items from another plane should not be squandered. So they had little difficulty reaching an agreement, with the promise of more trade in the future as they assessed each other's needs and their ability to fill them.

After a drink to seal the agreement, they fell into a comfortable silence. Elmeria and Mitzi had tired of the conversation and wandered off to talk between themselves, although it would have been more accurate to say that Mitzi had pulled Elmeria away. They stood a little distance away, conversing with each other. It surprised Fenrir how close they seemed. He would not have expected Elmeria to make a friend of a Dark-race, let alone so quickly, but he supposed that Mitzi being the only friendly face and her only companion for the last week had **** Elmeria to reconsider her views on Mitzi, if not Dark-races in general.

Shazrak spoke. He had been watching the two women as well. "Mitzi has become quite attached to you."

"Yes, she has."

"Is the feeling mutual?"

Fenrir glanced across at Shazrak, but the goblin was still watching the girls placidly. "I believe the depth of her feelings for me is greater than mine for her, but I would be lying if I said I did not care for her," he finally said.

Shazrak glanced at Fenrir. "Hmm."

"I would like to take her back with me," Fenrir admitted.

The chief's face split in a broad smile. "Good. It is no secret to me that she does not wish to be parted from you. Nor is it to you, I suspect." He gave Fenrir a keen glance.

Fenrir inclined his head in agreement, a smile on his own face. "Then it shall be up to her."

Shazrak chuckled. "You say that as if you do not already know her answer."

Fenrir shrugged, and raised his voice slightly. "Mitzi, can I have a word?"

The two women approached, Elmeria trailing slightly behind her companion. "Yes?" Mitzi asked, nervously playing with her hands behind her back.

"Would you like to come with me when I return to Ruyanei with Elmeria?"

Mitzi's face lit up, hope and joy blossoming across it. "You mean it? I can go with you?"

"If you wish it. I have talked it over with Chief Shazrak, and he has agreed to let you go. Be warned, if you do, you place yourself in far more danger than is to be found here. There are many in Ruyanei who would wish to kill you simply because you are a goblin, and therefore a Dark-race."

"Mitzi not- is not worried. You will protect me," the young goblin said simply, unalloyed trust in her big blue eyes.

The sight stirred something in Fenrir. "Then welcome aboard," he said, while within him a determination to never allow her to suffer rooted itself into the core of his soul. Glancing to Elmeria revealed her standing with a small but happy smile on her face. Clearly she had no problem with this turn of events.

Fenrir extended his arms to the both of them. "Come here, you two." Giggling a little, they both hurried forwards into his arms, and he held them close. The feeling of their soft bodies against him stirred his arousal, which had not been satisfied for nearly a week. He suppressed the surge of desire for the moment, however.

"I think it best that we rest before we return to Ruyanei. There may be need for all our strength once we arrive, or possibly even in the journey between planes," Fenrir said, and Shazrak nodded in agreement.

"My scouts will remain here to watch for signs of the White Horror. He has never pursued us this far, but then we have never before stolen two Keys of Apollyon from him." The goblin chief smiled in grim amusement. "You are welcome to rest here as long as you wish. I must now return to my tribe, however."

"Very well. You have my gratitude for all the aid you have given me," Fenrir said, and he meant it.

Shazrak must have understood to some degree the depths of Fenrir's gratitude, for he smiled broadly. "May Melanoche speed your steps," he replied, and fifteen minutes later, he and all his followers save three scouts were on their way back towards their city.

Those that remained turned their attention towards preparing a meal, and then sprawled comfortably in the shade as a prelude to sleep. Inevitably, Elmeria's eyes soon wandered to the towering rows of books, and with the resolution of the conflict that had ruled her heart the past few days the erudite in her could no longer be suppressed. She stood and walked towards the shelves to more closely investigate.

Seeing this, and feeling no small amount of curiosity himself, Fenrir got up to follow her. Mitzi, who was unaccustomed to long marches and had therefore suffered more fatigue on their journey, elected to stay at the camp and rest once Fenrir told her that he only intended to examine the shelves which towered over them.

He caught up with Elmeria quickly and together they looked up at the gargantuan slabs that lined the equally immense shelf directly before them. Some of the books' spines had strange symbols inscribed on them. Fenrir did not recognize them, though he thought again that several of them bore passing resemblance to the runes he had studied under Safara's tutelage.

"You know more about Apollyon than me; what do you think?" Fenrir asked, glancing down at Elmeria.

She shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea. Nothing I've read about Apollyon makes the slightest reference to anything like this. I don't recognize those symbols either."

Fenrir nodded, unperturbed. "I thought that might be the case. Eventually we'll have to come back and examine these more closely." He broke off as Elmeria produced a notebook from her satchel and began copying down the rune-like symbols. "Hmm, good idea. Do you think it likely that you could find more information about this back on Ruyanei?"

Elmeria shrugged again. "Honestly, I have no idea, but it's worth a try. Some of these do bear resemblance to the magic runes we use. It's possible that they're forgotten runes, or maybe a language descended from ancient runes."

Fenrir hummed thoughtfully, looking back up at the strange symbols. "We'll definitely be coming back here at some point. If we can find one of these Big-Legs the goblins spoke about and open dialogue with them somehow, they may be able to give us the answers we want. Of course, we'll have to be careful; whatever they are, they seem very protective of this library of theirs."

Elmeria shivered and drew closer to Fenrir. "You really think they exist then?"

"Certainly. The goblins claim to have seen them multiple times, and I see no reason why they would lie about this in particular. Besides, just look around you. I rather doubt that these shelves and the books on them formed naturally."

Elmeria gulped, peering apprehensively up the massive aisle between two of the bookshelves. Fenrir took her hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

"Don't worry, I highly doubt that anything that big would be capable of sneaking up on anyone, let alone someone with senses as keen as mine."

"Hmph, who says I was worried?" Elmeria sniffed, trying to look disinterested, but the slight blush creeping up her neck gave the lie to her words.

Fenrir chuckled. "You're cute when you behave like a tsundere."

"What's a tsun-mphh!" The rest of her sentence was lost in the kiss Fenrir bent to lay on her full lips. He had meant it to be a brief thing, a small gesture of affection, but the way Elmeria responded almost instantly, returning the kiss with a fervency and passion greater than he had thought she even had in her acted on his libido like a lit match thrown into gasoline. Without breaking the kiss he swept her into his arms, prompting a gasp from the dark elf. Fenrir took advantage of the opening of her lips to deepen the kiss, forcing her to moan into his mouth as he dominated hers. But she was no passive spectator. Even as her tongue submitted to his exploration of her mouth it dueled his in an intricate dance which had both of them out of breath before long.

When Fenrir finally broke the kiss, Elmeria tried to follow his lips despite her panting breaths, a **** hunger in her brilliant hazel eyes that he had not seen before, even from his succubi. Clearly she wanted this even more than he did. With the satisfaction of the conqueror taking his well-earned spoils at last, Fenrir moved in for another kiss, one she was only too glad to give him. As he did, his hands ran over her curves greedily, prompting more moans from the Saintess as she writhed delightedly in his grip. Her own hands were about his neck, gripping the fur there almost painfully as she tried to press herself still more tightly to him.

After some time, it could have seconds or hours, he pulled away again. Elmeria was panting heavily, but that did not stop her from immediately trying to rid herself of her clothing. She whined in frustrated need when a button caught momentarily, but with Fenrir's help her clothing was soon strewn about them and Fenrir had two fingers deep inside her tight lower passage. She was already moist and quickly becoming wetter, and the sounds of her unrestrained moans had Fenrir at full mast and a fat bead of precum already welling forth from his tip.

Fenrir's cock rubbing against her stomach made Elmeria glance down, and the sight of the monstrous shaft there seemed to shock her into some awareness of herself and her situation. Her face, already pink with arousal, now bloomed into a deeper hue with the flush of embarrassment. But there was nowhere to run now. Fenrir's fingers had not stopped moving, still stoking the flames of her arousal, and with her naked body crushed so close to his there was little she could do. However, the uncontrollable rush of passion that had previously ruled her had been quieted for the moment.

The reality of her situation, the inevitability of what would happen next crashed down on her and choked her with a mixture of embarrassment, fear, and arousal. Her entire body tensed in Fenrir's arms and she buried her face in the fur of his chest. Concerned, Fenrir withdrew his fingers from her pussy and lifted her face to look at him. He read the struggle in her eyes and leaned forward to give her a kiss. Not a hungry or passionate kiss like the ones they had been exchanging before now, but rather a gentle, affectionate one which contained all the fondness Fenrir felt for the little dark elf.

"You know what will happen next," Fenrir murmured. It was a statement, not a question.

"Y-yes." Elmeria's voice trembled slightly, with arousal, shame, or perhaps some combination of the two.

"If it would make it easier for you, we can take it slow."

Elmeria's face glowed even brighter, but she nodded a little. "I'd- I'd like that."

Putting his back to the cool stone-like material of the shelves, Fenrir sat down with Elmeria in his lap, facing him. He captured her lips in another gentle kiss, tightly controlling the lust which demanded he ravish the nubile body in his arms with all the ferocity of his raging passion. Instead, he began to finger her again, this time more slowly, almost languidly. While he did so, he guided one of her hands down to grip his shaft with the murmured instruction to get a bit more familiar with it.

She did, experimenting with it, pumping it up and down, playing her fingers around the tip. She was extremely proficient, the skills of her past no more forgotten than the past itself. Fenrir could not suppress a groan of pleasure whenever she hit a particularly sensitive spot and Elmeria took heart from this, losing some of her hesitance in the knowledge that she could please him just as well as she had any other.

Satisfied that she was feeling more comfortable, Fenrir began to speed up his own ministrations, matching his pace to hers, egging on her arousal with teasing persistence. Before long she was trembling in his arms again, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

With his eyes fixed on hers and hers staring back into his in something that might have been awe or fascination, Fenrir whispered, "That's it, come for me."

The words seemed to loose something in Elmeria. Her entire body tensed, then convulsed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her hips bucked instinctively, her pussy milking Fenrir's fingers voraciously for semen they could not give. But they could give pleasure and Fenrir made sure they did so, prolonging the Saintess' orgasm as long as possible.

When she finally came down, panting, she slumped forwards against Fenrir limply. "I never knew it could feel that good," she managed, her legs still twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasm.

Fenrir put his arms around her, holding her close. "I'm afraid your education in such matters has been woefully unbalanced. You learned all about how to give pleasure in sex, but you never learned anything about the joys of making love. Nor, unless I'm much mistaken, were any of your previous partners much interested in anything besides their own satisfaction."

Elmeria shuddered a little. "No," she whispered. "There were some that tried to make me cum, but it was only so they could feel good about their own prowess. I learned to fake an orgasm pretty early on; it usually made them finish faster if they thought they'd made me cum. This was the first time I've actually cum in years."

Fenrir's arms tightened, pulling her still closer to him. "Poor girl."

They sat like that in silence for some minutes, Elmeria taking comfort in the embrace of the monster she would have killed without hesitation mere days ago. Suddenly she gave a bitter little laugh.

"What's the matter?" Fenrir asked, pulling back so he could see her face.

"I was just thinking. Men of all races have had their way with me, from dwarves to humans to elves to beastfolk. But it's the Dark-race, the actual monster, who actually wants me to enjoy the sex, and not just because it strokes his ego. I expected you would **** me. I was waiting for it; I almost wanted it. I definitely wanted you." Elmeria's cheeks flamed in a blush at the frank admission, but she soldiered on. "I expected that you would just take your pleasure from my body like all the rest. I thought you might ruin me or even kill me in the doing of it. I didn't expect you to care whether or not I enjoyed it, and I definitely didn't expect you to be gentle with me. It's ironic, I guess, that a Dark-race should exemplify the values the Light claims to uphold so much better than most actual Light-races."

Fenrir shrugged. "I don't give a damn about the Light's values, and I won't pretend I wouldn't have **** you if it suited my purposes better. But I do have a heart, if nothing else, and I could hardly reward your willing submission and the leap of faith you took for me with such abject cruelty." He gently stroked the brand emblazoned on Elmeria's lower stomach, making her shiver. "You've gone through some terrible things, but now you're mine, and that means I do my best to give you a life that's happy and fulfilling."

Elmeria's lips quirked in an odd little smile. "You say that, but 'having a heart', as you put it, is a big part of what Marstolle teaches. I'm not sure when exactly I lost sight of that," she continued, as if to herself, then returned her attention to him. "Maybe she sent you to remind me and to knock me down a peg."

Fenrir chuckled. "Maybe. I don't really know how much the gods interfere in the world of mortals, although I know they do. You and I are proof enough of that."

Elmeria's eyes widened. "I knew you were different. What do you mean? I get me, but how are you proof of that?"

The direwolf smiled ruefully. "Put simply, I was intended to be the Dark's answer to the Saintesses."

"You ...were intended to be. So you're not?"

"Considering our respective positions right now, I might still be, just not in exactly the way that was envisioned. After all, I did pretty conclusively defeat you, although to reduce it to such terms is doing us both a disservice."

Elmeria fidgeted in his lap, the movement rubbing her stomach against Fenrir's cock, still fully erect despite the tender heart-to-heart they had just shared. The sensation distracted her from what she had been intending to say. "What? You're still hard?"

"Of course I am," Fenrir answered, deliberately grinding the base of his shaft against her pussy. "You may have come, but I didn't, and your naked body against mine like this is extremely arousing no matter what we're talking about."

Elmeria gasped and moaned at the movement, arousal budding once again in her eyes as she stared at the massive rod between them. "Well, after what you just did for me, I suppose it would be rude to leave you like this."

This **** a laugh from Fenrir. "You're not fooling anyone, you know. You want this cock just as much as I want to give it to you."

Elmeria blushed but did not answer, occupying herself instead in stroking Fenrir's dick, ensuring his precum entirely covered it. This took very little time, and before long Fenrir was lifting Elmeria so her pussy rested just above the tip of his shaft.

"Ready?" he asked.

"I'm not sure I could ever be ready to take a monster like that, but okay. You can start," Elmeria replied, a little breathlessly.

Slowly Fenrir began to lower her. The relatively narrow head of his shaft passed between her lower lips without too much difficulty, but as he got deeper the tightness became more ****. He took his time despite the part of him that longed to **** her down onto his shaft and to ravish her without pause or restraint. Inch by inch, with each gentle thrust and withdrawal he worked his way deeper into her surprisingly tight cunt. Elmeria, for her part, clung to him for support, moaning little squeaks and gasps of pleasure into his ears.

About a third of the way down he came into contact with a barrier that made Elmeria flinch away with a little gasp. He had penetrated all the way to her cervix, and while a succubus could stretch to take a cock much deeper and even into the womb itself, a dark elf had no such abilities. He withdrew most of his length and sank her back down as far as she could comfortably take him, slowly starting to build up a rhythm, being careful not to cause her discomfort.

Elmeria encouraged him with little gasps and whispers of pleasure and arousal as he gradually increased his speed. "Yes, Master, just like that- ah! Mmm, I feel so full with your cock in me, and it feels so so good. Oh, fuck, I'm already going to come again!" She shuddered around his cock, her walls milking him like a velvety vice. Fenrir slowed to allow her to ride out her orgasm but did not stop. His own climax was finally in sight, and the unbridled passion he had been restraining all this time was clamoring wildly to be set free.

Fenrir increased his pace a little more, less a process of exerting more effort and more a matter of relaxing his control of himself a little. Elmeria's moans climbed in pitch with the increase in speed, and the familiar tightness in his groin warned Fenrir that his ejaculation was imminent.

With a long groan that was almost a growl Fenrir came, pausing in the depths of Elmeria's pussy as thick pulses of his seed filled her. The sensation sent her over the edge again, their mutual orgasm driving both to greater heights of pleasure. Fenrir knew better than to unleash the full potential of his virility into the Saintess' body, so his pulses slowed, then stopped before she became overfilled.

It was still quite enough to make Elmeria murmur dazedly, "So much... ...I feel so full..." She reached out for him somewhat clumsily, and he held her close, luxuriating in the afterglow together.

This is a bit of a longer one, but I'm sure you won't complain. I didn't even get to the part I'm so excited to write about, but it occurred to me what a perfect opportunity this was for Fenrir to finally take Elmeria. After all, who knows what will happen once they return to Ruyanei? Best to slake their lusts now. Okay, only one more chapter till the end of the act, for sure this time.
Mitzi gets to come along back to Ruyanei, which I'm sure will surprise exactly none of you. This is not, however, the last we'll see of Apollyon, although it may be some time before any new excursions are made into it. There are quite a few fires to put out in Ruyanei.
Enjoy!