None, for now

Months soon pass in the blink of an eye, the seasons changing as people busied themselves with daily tasks.

Through merchant contacts and favourable trade deals, you manage to obtain the necessary construction materials for building of new towns and cities. In-between the Westwood and Kryptgarden Forests, a new fortress is built, which Shala names Imyelmel.

Because of its vital geographic location, it is designated the new capital of Dusk Circle, built with Elven architectural techniques and imbued with the strongest of Druidic magics. It is a great city, capable of housing hundreds of thousands and protected with the sturdiest of walls, gates, towers and magical and artillery defences, or so it was planned to do.

Right now, however, it is still in the early phases of its construction, and architects say it will easily take generations – measured in Human terms – to fully finish building. It is divided into five phases, the first consisting of the planned Seligroth Grand Palace, along with planned military and civilian functions in its immediate vicinity.

Red Larch was being reconstructed easily enough, and the new refugee population – working hard to earn their keep – helped speed things up. New farms were tilled, seeds sown and livestock reared and breeding to ensure a greater food supply for harsh times to come.

With such close interaction between the Elves and Humans, you ensure that both sides are well-versed in each other’s cultures for smoother integration – partly through the placing of volunteer soldiers with widowed families to live together.

And placed so close together, it is inevitable that some ‘incidents’ happen. Namely, the fact your volunteer Elven soldiers begin mating with widowed wives and husbands.

I suppose it was inevitable, You thought, Between the growingly concerning instability of the region and my parents’ orders to find spouses and produce children, who will stay chaste in this time? At least they’re happy about it – no **** things impeding matters. Still, we will need more numbers than this.

There is much love in the air, and between managing funds for construction and military needs, you manage to sponsor the dowries of the newlywed couples for a time – all within reasonable means, of course.

You then hear knocking on your door, and you turn around and call out, “Who’s there?”

“Vethraga,” Said a voice.

“Come in,” You said.

The Illuskan warrior wore simple unisex clothing as she entered, looking refreshed and jubilant.

“So, what’s our dear Elf Barbarian up to this time?” She asked, “Surely not drinking tea and reading books to pass the time, I hope?”

You had grown used to her light-hearted jabs by this point, and you reply, “I don’t exactly have time for such luxuries right now, mind you; work demands so much from me.”

“Aye, but don’t we all need some breaks every now and then?” Asked Vethraga, “Never could see why those damned nobles and politicians can stomach this kind of monotonous work; battle’s where there’s real fun to be had.”

“I do feel that thrill as well; been fighting Goblins and Orcs a good number of times when they come to raid, and there’s satisfaction in caving their skulls in,” You said.

“Hah! At least that’s one thing we have in common!” Vethraga exclaimed, “But still, how long till you think someone’s gonna try some funny stuff on us?”

“Given my best estimates? Maybe around a year or two at best, or if time doesn’t permit, a few months,” You said, shrugging, “However, I’d say it’s more the latter; most of our neighbours are members of the Lords Alliance, and with how chaotic things are, they’ll be looking to stabilise affairs at home before they go on any campaigns.”

“Messy affairs, this is,” Said Vethraga.

“And until our own position is more secure, I can’t go risking any more offensive wars until we’re fully entrenched,” You said.

You sigh, taking a break from signing the piles of paperwork on your desk as you stretch your shoulders and move your arms, grateful for this reprieve for your tired limbs and mind. Vethraga moves to stand behind you, her hands massaging your stiff shoulders as you moaned appreciatively.

“Feel good?” Asked Vethraga.

You grunted slightly in response.

“Poor boy, you must be feeling so stiff from working a desk job all day,” Said Vetraga, her voice turning seductively soft, “Let me help you relax… and warm you up.”

Her tone ensured you now felt hard and stiff in your pants, but with decades of training in self-control, you reign in your desires and said, “Why not we do it on the bed then?”

Vethraga merely smiles and steps back as you stand up, before making your way to your bed and lying flat on your stomach, taking off your shirt and exposing your chiselled frame to the cooling kiss of air.

The Illuskan Warrior gently eased herself onto you, resting her rear on yours. The scent of earthy herbs registered in your nose as you heard the sound of hands rubbing, and soon you felt the surprisingly gentle yet firm touch of Vethraga on your back.

Each slide of her palms was like a soothing balm, each press of her fingers like a gentle prod piercing through the stiffness of his taut muscles. It was all like a sweet wine that brought a smile to your lips, helping you ignore everything else happening around you.

Then, you felt something very soft and perky touch your back, and your own dirty mind’s suggestions made your erection so much stiffer.

“Well? Do you like it?” Vethraga whispered, voice silkily soft.

You reply smilingly, “Is it everyday I get to enjoy such a sensual massage?”

Vethraga plants a kiss on your pointed earlobe, causing your ears to twitch. She then says, “Turn around, big boy.”

You oblige, and you soon find her hands fiddling with your breeches as she tugs them off your legs, exposing your toned legs and massive erection to the world. With a look of wonder, her oiled hands grip your stiff rod, gently stroking and tugging on it.

“Wow,” She mutters, “I’ve never seen an Elf’s cock so big and huge. You use any magic of yours?”

“No,” You answer, “I suppose it just grew big on its own.”

Vethraga chuckles, saying, “Not a very definitive answer, but it’s not like I care.”

Her tongue sticks out, licking the tip and the precum oozing out from it, eliciting a slight groan from you. Then slowly, she eases the length of your shaft into the warm tenderness of her mouth, deepthroating it until she reached the base of your cock.

Yet, she quickly gagged and pulled her head back, visibly gasping for air.

“Are you alright?” You asked in concern.

“J-Just not used to taking a cock so big,” Said Vethraga reassuringly, “Just need a little practice, is all.”

After a brief respite, she once again deepthroated your cock. This time, she is careful to not rush and approaches it slowly, ensuring her throat has time to adjust to your thick girth. Gradually, she settles into a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down your length and coating it in a thick layer of saliva that lubricates and eases her passage.

Her mouth is like a magnificently smooth cocksleeve, contorting to every single nerve in your rod. As the rhythm builds up, so too does your pleasure and the tingling within your rod and your balls.

And with a loud grunt, you came inside her mouth, large spurts of semen going down her throat with your hands holding her head down. A minute later, you let Vethraga go, and the Illuskan quickly collapsed to the floor panting heavily with drops of semen leaking from her mouth.

“Gods, you came so much!” Vethraga exclaimed, “I don’t think I’ve ever swallowed so much cum my entire life!”

“I hope you’re not sated yet, My Lady,” You said, “We’ve yet to get to the main course.”

“I know that, silly!” Vethraga replied, “Just let me catch my breath a moment.”

“You know what? No.”

And with sudden energy, you pulled her towards you, kissing her lips and twirling your tongue with hers. It did not bother you that you were tasting your own semen in the process – an act most associated with women in sex.

“You cheeky little bastard,” Said Vethraga smilingly, “Alright then, we’ll play it your way.”

And she swiftly impales herself on your cock, burying your entire length in her pussy. A strangled scream escapes her lips, one she fails to stifle despite her best efforts.

Yet this did not deter her; on and on her hips thrust themselves on your cock, and sweet moans escaped both your lips as flesh met flesh. What was minutes felt like hours, such was the addicting balm of sweet ecstacy.

“Here it comes…!”

And with a strangled groan, you came inside Vethraga’s fertile womb, depositing rivers of cum within her.

Sweaty and tired from exertion, Vethraga collapsed on top of you, and you pulled your blanket over her to protect from the cold air of the night.

“Gods, that was… the best sex I ever had,” Said the Illuskan.

“Happy to please, My Lady,” You said.