With the help of the stone

You once saw two bull elk rutting in a meadow. A younger, powerful stag challenging a scarred lord of the forest for the right to mate with his harem. The two elk crashed together repeatedly each trying to drive the other to its knees. The normally elusive elk completely ignored you although you were less than 80 feet away as they battled and you saw the raw power of two equal and opposing forces struggling for dominance.

That’s how you feel now. Your undeniable attraction to Ceinwyn, amplified by whatever magical mixture Kiraea added to the wine into a fiery lust competes with your upbringing and what you know to be right. Like the rut between the elk where the older of the huge males gradually began to slowly buckle and give ground under the energy and muscle of the younger bull, you could feel your resolve start to weaken. All around you were naked or scantily dressed females.

Why shouldn’t you let go and take what was being offered? First Ceiwyn - somehow even the animalistic part of your brain that was starting to win the battle understood that you had to take her before anyone else. After plundering her hanging body you could drive yourself back into Tri’lanna and then move from one bitch elf to another showing them what a real man could do to their lithesome bodies.

On its own, your foot takes a step towards the druid whose pleading eyes widen slightly in response. Ceinwyn is spinning slowly as you approach and as her face turns away from you, it becomes easier to see her as nothing more than the spectacular piece of ass that is chained open for your pleasure. Three more steps bring you close enough to her that you can see the fine skin of her inner thighs trembling as she struggles futilely against the chains that hold her in place.

Faintly in the background you could hear Moirianna mocking her bound daughter, but you could neither understand her words nor did they seem important. Ceinwyn continued her slow rotation and now her thin waist and full hanging breasts come into view. Why shouldn’t you take her? She offered herself to you once already! You’d just be taking now what you had foolishly passed up on before.

The memory of how perfect she had looked in the moonlight lying on the smooth rock by the water her dark eyes gazing at you with complete trust and admiration was vivid. ‘Moonlight on Ivory’ you remember, her skin is as pale now as you remember, but instead of gentle moonlight, this room is filled with a much brighter light from the magical sconces that lit the room without either heat or smoke. Instead of the sweet trust of your memory, you see only fear and sadness in Ceinwyn’s tear filled eyes.

A spark of anger flares as you concentrate on how wrong this all is. You feel a tiny fraction of the lust fade as your anger builds. Deliberately fueling your rage you clench your fists remembering Moirianna’s condescending tones and Kireae's deception. The stone in your hand pulses in response, and the haze that had clouded your judgment cleared like morning mist in the sun.

After all, the young elk had not won the battle on the woods – the wily old stag had been saving its strength and after minutes of slow retreat the great stag was able to twist its reckless young challenger suddenly to its side and with a burst of reserved strength drive the other elk away. You are more than an animal to be bred! More of the unnatural magical lust fed into the shining stone which had now for the first time since you saw it acquired a glow that gave proof to its name.

Turning from the druid before you to face Tri’lanna’s mother and allow your contempt for her and her two daughters to grow. The light from the stone in your hand streams from the tiny gaps between your fingers and for the first time Moirianna and Dasille realize that something has gone wrong with their plan.

Dasille utters a sharp word of command. You sense her magic stream towards you but instead of the binding effect that Dasille expected, the gem stone in your fist glowed brighter, absorbing the energy of her spell easily. You turn to face the naked elf seated on her throne. Moirianna too was working magic, but even before her spell was finished with an angry gesture you sucked the growing power from around her gesturing hands into your fist. Every light in the room dimmed until the only the blinding white power of the gemstone that pulsed in your open hand lit the room and its stunned occupants.