Day at the Estate

Chapter 11: -Day at the Estate-

"Yes?" Jabulani called out as he continued to thrust into Lady Cassandra. The shaman covered her mouth as she was too far gone and was moaning out loud uncontrollably.

The female voice returned, "Sir Jabulani, it was me, Lady Victoria. You had been busy the past few days, and I was hoping to get a chance to speak with you."

Jabulani looked at Lady Cassandra, and her eyes were wide and empty. She was lost in the sexual pleasure the shaman was giving her; even when he stopped thrusting, he could feel her vaginal walls constricting, trying to pull the dark-skinned man further into her and milk his cock.

"My apologies, Lady Victoria," he called out before completely pulling out. Then, he rolled Lady Cassandra into a doggy position, her booty held wobbly in the air, swaying left and right.

Lady Victoria hesitated, her hand hovering over the closed door, the only barrier between her and the scene of her mother's violations.

"May I come in? I would like to speak with you directly," she asked.

"I'm sorry, Lady Victoria. I was in the middle of a spiritual communion and couldn't allow anyone to see," Jabulani replied. He raised his hand into the air and slammed it down against Cassandra's ass, making a loud smacking sound followed by a moaning sound that was even heard by Lady Victoria.

"What was that?" she asked, pressing her head and ear against the door, trying to learn what was happening.

"The communion was very successful," Jabulani replied, thrusting even harder before slamming all the way in one last time and releasing his cum inside.

"Don't stop!" she panted, "Please... keep... going," Cassandra screamed before having her mouth covered by Jabulani.

"S...sir Jabulani?" Lady Victoria called out, concern evident in her voice.

Ignoring Lady Victoria's concern, Jabulani remained focused on Lady Cassandra and emptying his balls, whose moans grew louder as he continued his actions. With a firm grip, he silenced Cassandra's pleas with his hand.

The sounds slowly became recognizable as Lady Victoria strained to hear through the door. She heard the creaking of a bed and the slapping of flesh, followed by a final moan from a woman before everything fell silent.

Her heart pounding with a mixture of shock and disbelief, Lady Victoria stood frozen outside the closed door, her mind racing as she grappled with the implications of what she had just heard.

Jabulani' slowly pulled his hips back, removing his cock from Lady Cassandra's soft, fleshy rump.

"I'm so full," she whispered.

"You'll be filled with a lot more from now on," Jabulani answered.

Jabulani reluctantly withdrew from the weary noble, a pang of disappointment flickering across his features as he yearned to indulge in more intimate pursuits. However, he knew the risk of further interruptions during the day, prompting him to restrain his desires.

With a sigh, the shaman draped his robe halfway over his form, his movements deliberate yet tinged with urgency. Muttering another incantation under his breath, he watched as Lady Cassandra, who lay peacefully asleep on his bed, gradually dissolved into nothingness.

Turning towards the door, Jabulani swung it open wide, granting Lady Victoria a clear view into his chamber. Meanwhile, his own body still glistened with sweat and the lingering scent of sex.

"Yes, my lady?" Jabulani inquired, his tone formal and respectful.

Lady Victoria hesitated her expression one of confusion and uncertainty. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you," she murmured, averting her gaze.

"You're not disturbing me. Like I said, I was communing," he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. Part of your robes were open, giving him a view of your semi-erect cock covered in cum and vaginal fluids from her mother.

"I... I heard sounds, but I didn't think that-" she broke off, her cheeks flushing pink as she stared at him, her eyes wide.

"You'd hear a lot of strange things dealing with magic; it was best not to let it get to you," he had said, giving her a charming smile as he stepped closer, allowing her to get a good whiff of his smell.

Lady Victoria nodded, returning his smile with a weak one of her own. "Thank you, Sir Jabulani. I appreciate your patience with me."

"It was no trouble," he replied, "and if you gave me five minutes, I could get myself together, and I would have spent the time with you that you wanted."

Before long, the young noble and the traveling shaman sat in the manor's garden. Lady Victoria's cheeks tinted with a delicate blush as they sat at a stone table surrounded by blooming flowers beside a tranquil water fountain graced by a cherub statue.

The shaman's body was still covered in sweat from the pounding he had just given Victoria's mother moments ago, but when asked about it, he downplayed it as a swear from dealing with fire spirits.

Maids brought them a pot of freshly brewed tea with a large plate of assorted cookies. Lady Victoria leaned in as the steam rose from the teapot, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Tell me, Sir Jabulani, what intrigues you most about the world of magic?" he asked, reaching for a cookie with practiced grace.

Jabulani chuckled softly, a gentle smile gracing his features. "Lady Victoria, what may seem like magic to you is simply a contract or actions for me," he explained, pausing to sip the tea before continuing.

Lady Victoria's eyes widened with curiosity. "A contract? What do you mean by that?"

Jabulani leaned back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed yet enigmatic. "In my practice, magic is about forging agreements with the spirits and forces of nature. It's about understanding their desires and offering them something in return for their power."

Victoria nodded intently, hanging on his words. "So, it's not just about spells and incantations?"

He shook his head. "Yes, my lady. We can and do use spells to invoke the spirits themselves also. You must respect the spirits and their wishes. In return, they grant you their aid."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered to the fountain, where the cherub statue glistened in the sunlight. "For example, the water spirits that inhabit this fountain might be inclined to answer my call whether I invoke through an incantation or just by will. Yet, to be fair, while just using my will can call minor spirits and adept spirits faster, incantations and communing are required to call elemental lords and ancient spirits." He said, waving his hands, causing a ball of water to float up and bits and pieces to fall back down like rain.

He moved the ball of water over her, letting it drip on her like a gentle shower. Lady Victoria laughed playfully, her giggles filling the garden. The front of her dress darkened and clung to her breasts, the damp fabric accentuating their shape and form.

Jabulani smiled, enjoying her reaction while discreetly admiring the fullness of her chest against the wet cloth.

Lady Victoria's eyes shone brightly with admiration, her innocent laughter echoing as she felt the water sprinkle over her.

"Create fire," Jabulani commanded softly, summoning a small ball of flame just above Lady Victoria's chest. The warmth of the fire gently dried the damp cloth, causing the dress to return to its original state.

"That's incredible," Lady Victoria breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "Thank you for showing me."

You can't help but smile, suppressing laughter at her delight in such simple tricks.

"You're quite welcome, my lady," he replied, his voice gentle.

"However, amidst these pleasantries, I must inquire... how dire are the circumstances beyond the manor?" Lady Victoria's smile faded, and her gaze dropped to the ground, a shadow of concern crossing her features.

"Excuse me, my lady?" the shaman replied, a note of confusion in his voice.

"Please, don't apologize," Lady Victoria said, her tone earnest. "Despite my parents' efforts to shield me from the troubles in our territory, I'm not blind to them. My father hired you partly because he hoped an outsider's perspective might see what he couldn't and provide a solution to our problems." She glanced down, nervously playing with the fabric of her dress.

Lady Victoria looked up, meeting Jabulani's gaze with a determined expression. "I want to help my family and our people, but I don't know how. Please, tell me what you've observed and what we can do to improve things."

Jabulani gazed at the young lady intently. "You can help your family and people by staying safe and preparing yourself—mind, heart, and soul—for the challenges ahead," he advised. Looking up at the sky, he sighed deeply. "Part of being an adult is understanding that sometimes you are powerless to change things, no matter who you are or what you can do. Your father understands this, which is why he brought me here, despite me being a complete stranger in this realm. Was that a wise decision or a grave mistake?"

The shaman smiled, thinking about how he had just finished fucking Lady Cassandra, her mother. "Some would say it was the biggest mistake he ever made."

Lady Victoria's eyes softened, her determination mingled with uncertainty. "I understand, Sir Jabulani. Thank you for your honesty." She gazed at him, her mind still processing the events and his words.

"Lady Victoria, I have enjoyed our conversation immensely but must return to my duties. There is still much to be done, and time is of the essence." Jabulani said with a regretful smile. Lady Victoria's face fell slightly, but she nodded in understanding, not voicing her disappointment.

She managed a small smile, her disappointment still evident. "Of course, Sir Jabulani. Thank you for your time and wisdom."

The shaman inclined his head respectfully. "It was my pleasure, Lady Victoria. Please don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have more questions or need further guidance."

As he stood to leave, Lady Victoria's voice stopped him. "Sir Jabulani, before you go... may I ask one more question?"

He paused, turning back to face her.

Jabulani looked at her, his deep brown eyes gazing intently into hers.

Her question hung in the air, her eyes searching Jabulani's for reassurance.

He took a deep breath, considering his response carefully. "Lady Victoria," he began, his voice steady and calm, "the outcome is uncertain. We have a path to victory, but sometimes, a path alone is not enough. What I can promise you is that I will give everything I have to protect what you hold dear."

"Thank you, Sir Jabulani," she said softly, her eyes slowly closing as if to reflect on what he said.

As he turned to leave, Lady Victoria called out one last time, "Sir Jabulani?"

He stopped and looked back at her, his expression questioning.

"Be careful," she said, her voice laced with genuine concern.

Jabulani's smile widened, and he nodded. "I will, my lady. Thank you."

---

Duke Eldric von Winterbourne, the ruler of the Winterbourne duchy, presided over a territory unlike other dukedoms. His domain was abundant in forests and woods, making it rich in both resources and danger. Sitting at his desk, he contemplated the numerous challenges facing his land; with every answer came twice as many questions.

Bandits, magical creatures, and now even fae gods threatened his duchy. He hoped Jabulani could help mitigate some of these problems. The shaman had single-handedly taken down a group of bandits trying to kidnap Eldric's wife, which seemed to be the first bit of good luck the dukedom had experienced in a while.

A knock on the door drew him from his reverie. "Enter," he called, his voice firm but weary.

The door opened, and Seraphina stepped in. "My lord," she said, bowing slightly. Do you wish to see me?"

"Yes, Lady Seraphina," Eldric began, his voice steady. "I need your counsel on a few matters. I'm left questioning many things with everything we've learned from our shaman friend. Should I send my wife and daughter away for their safety? If we fail, our land could merge with the Fae Wilds. If that happens..." The Duke trailed off, the weight of such an unprecedented catastrophe evident in his silence. The thought of his duchy becoming part of the Fae Wilds was beyond anything in their known history, a fate he could scarcely imagine.

"Strategically, that would be for the best," Seraphina replied, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "You still have allies in the capital, and sending your wife and daughter there would ensure their safety." She paused, her expression hardening. "We informed you about the fae-touched hydra, and despite our best efforts... that creature was unlike anything I've ever faced."

A look of despair slowly formed on the female knight's face. "If I'm being completely honest," she began, her voice wavering, "despite my duty and willingness to lay down my life, fear nearly consumed me. If it weren't for the others, I might have died there. I... I won't let that happen again." Her free hand shook at her side, clenched into a fist. The fae-touched hydra had been her first encounter with the fae, let alone a creature empowered by its energies. Yet, Jabulani fought it without fear. He understood it in ways none of us did. Even though I still don't completely trust him, I can see he's our best chance in this conflict."

"Your bravery and candor are commendable, Seraphina. The decision to send my wife and daughter away weighs heavily on me, but their safety must come first." The Duke said with a sigh.

"Yet, my lord, there's also the question of their willingness to go. Lady Cassandra would rather die than abandon you, and I suspect Lady Victoria will be just as resistant to leaving."

"Yes, you speak true. My wife's loyalty is unwavering, and Victoria... she has inherited that same stubborn resolve." He leaned back in his chair before breaking into a fit of coughs.

She stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. "My lord, your health is deteriorating. Have you considered asking Jabulani for his healing expertise? As much as I hate this, his knowledge extends beyond battle; he might be able to help you."

He raised a hand, stopping her. "I've considered it, but I'm already placing a great burden on one man. More than I believe is fair. This brings me to my second question: should I bring in more adventurers? The more I ponder it, the more I doubt that one man alone can handle this. After all, we face the threat of a fae god attempting to merge our realms."

The office fell silent briefly before Duke Eldric began to stand. Leaning heavily against his desk, he moved slowly, the weight of all the issues bearing down on him, making him appear more exhausted and weaker than usual. To an outsider, unaware of his former vigor, he might seem like a man close to his deathbed.

Seraphina took a step forward, offering her arm to steady him. "My lord, you are right. No matter how powerful, one man cannot bear the burden alone. Bringing in more adventurers could prove advantageous... but..."

"But there are others besides the fae who covet my territory and influence. They already smell blood in the water, emboldened by the rise in bandit activity, and are making political maneuvers to weaken us. If they see my state after my repeated refusals to attend noble gatherings, they will frenzy, believing us weak and ripe for attack."

Eldric von Winterbourne's expression grew wery.

"What you do... what to do...

---

An arrow wisps through the air, curving to the left. Piercing an apple sitting on a fence post, and then a second before flying directly into the center of a bull's eye target.

"Fucking hell!" How the hell did she pull that off? A guard said.

"Bullshit! That was luck, do it again!" A second guard said.

Aisling stands in the training area with a bow and arrow in her hands, doing practice shots while random guards watch in awe. The small elf tries to focus on her shooting as she tries to avoid looking at the soldiers.

Aisling takes a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she nocks another arrow. She keeps her eyes trained on the target, trying to block out the voices of the guards. Her keen ears pick up every whisper and murmur.

She draws the bowstring back, feeling the familiar tension in her muscles. Her golden eyes narrow, locking onto the target. Her mind debates whether to take a straightforward shot or attempt another trick shot. Before she can decide, another feminine voice that catches her acute hearing.

"You elves, always with a bow in your hands," a silky smooth voice chuckles as its owner struts towards Aisling. It's Adalwolf, her playful grin lighting up her face. She stops just inches away from the elf, bending forward to bring her face closer to Aisling's while intentionally giving the nearby guards an eyeful of her ample rump.

"Now that we have some time while the Alpha plans our next move, why don't we girls get to know each other a little better?" Adalwolf suggests, swiftly putting her arm around the petite elf's shoulder and neck. Aisling jumps in surprise, accidentally releasing the bowstring and sending the arrow flying forward.

A resounding crack is heard, followed by a 'thwack.' The arrow hits the bullseye and splits the previous arrow cleanly down the middle, leaving the guards stunned by the unintentional, distracted shot.

"Oh, fuck this..." one guard mutters, turning and walking off.

"If she joins the archery competitions, there's no point in us even trying," another guard says, following suit.

As guard after guard leaves the archery training area in disbelief, each one makes sure to get a good look at Adalwolf's generous booty.

"... I've been meaning to ask, this isn't the first time you've referred to the shaman as' our Alpha.' Why is that?" Aisling asks, not looking at the wolfgirl.

Adalwolf chuckles, her ears twitching with amusement. "Because he is! Isn't he the strongest in our group? He leads us, doesn't he? The only thing left is for him to breed us and take us as his wives, giving him strong children," she says with a mischievous grin.

The elf's cheeks flushed at Adalwolf's blunt words, her ears twitching nervously. She shifted uncomfortably under the wolfgirl's arm.

"Adalwolf, I-I don't think Jabulani sees us that way," Aisling stammered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached up to adjust her bow, trying to regain her composure.

The wolfgirl's laughter bubbled out, filling the training area with a mischievous yet warm sound. "Oh, long ears, you might be surprised. The Alpha is full of nice, long, hard, and thick surprises."

The small elf turned her golden eyes to the wolfgirl's black ones, her cheeks still flushed. "..."

"We're all part of his pack now. He'll protect us, guide us, and yes, if it comes to it, breed us to ensure the strength of our lineage." She said the last part with a hint of pride.

"I-I think only you see it that way... especially after what we went through at the hands of the bandits," Aisling said, her blush deepening as her hands started to tremble.

Adalwolf gently cupped Aisling's hands in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "And our Alpha saved us, avenged us, and now shelters us," the wolfgirl said, her tail wagging as she stood tall.

"...W-Who is all part of this pack of his?" Aisling asked, looking at Adalwolf, confusion evident in her golden eyes.

Adalwolf's grin widened, her sharp teeth gleaming. "Well, there's you, me, Filia, the servant girl, and Seraphina, the fighter. Lady Cassandra is currently being indoctrinated, and soon, her daughter will be part of it, too. Then there's the village chief's daughter from where we fought the hydra.

Aisling's eyes widened at Adalwolf's words. Does this woman have the slightest idea what she's saying so proudly out loud? The elf quickly scanned the archery area, ensuring they were alone and out of earshot of anyone else. The implications of infidelity involving the Duke's wife alone could get her beheaded. Yet, this damn wolf is grinning proudly as she mentions not only the Duke's wife but his daughter and the knight captain as if there's nothing that can go wrong, Aisling thought, staring at Adalwolf in disbelief.

Aisling's voice trembled with disbelief as she replied, "Y-you expect me to believe all these women are just letting themselves be used by a foreigner? Despite their relationships, status, and the danger this might bring? That's impossible!" Her soft features shifted to one of complete disbelief.

Adalwolf's grin widened, her voice dripping with mischief. "Oh, but you don't have to take my word for it. We'll be on the estate grounds for a few days while the Alpha works out how to deal with the mess. Why not come to his bedroom tonight? I'll even wait outside the door for you. Lady Cassandra is the one being trained now. Her body fell pretty quickly, no doubt from being devoid of a man's touch."

As she spoke, Adalwolf's thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other, her hands caressing the curves of her own body. "When our Alpha takes you, it makes you feel like you know your place... as his breeding bitch!" Her expression transformed into one of unquenchable desire, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, wet and drooling.

Aisling swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. The implications of Adalwolf's words left her reeling, a mix of fear, curiosity, and confusion swirling within her. She glanced at the wolfgirl, whose eyes now gleamed with a feral hunger, and stepped back, feeling the need to put some distance between them.

"I... I need some time to think about all of this," Aisling stammered, her voice barely audible. She turned away, her mind racing, and her bow gripped tightly to her chest. The idea of Jabulani having his way with the women of the estate started triggering her time back in the bandit camp, causing her to hyperventilate.

Adalwolf eyed Aisling's current state and spoke again in a low, soft voice. "Calm down. The Alpha is unlike the bandits; he won't harm you, little elf. His touch may be just what you need to start recovering fully. The Alpha's bed is warm, and his embrace is... unforgettable."

Aisling felt a shiver run down her spine at the wolf's words, but she couldn't shake off the sense of unease. The thought of being "claimed" by another man, even if he was her savior, was overwhelming.

"I... I appreciate your concern, Adalwolf b-but," but before she could even finish the sentence, one of Adalwolf's fingers covered her lips.

"Just come tonight and see little elf. You don't need to do anything—just come and enjoy the show."

"Tonight... I'll think about it," Aisling managed to say, her voice trembling. She took another step back, feeling the need to escape the intensity of Adalwolf's presence.

Adalwolf chuckled softly, her tail wagging in amusement. "Don't think too hard, little elf. Sometimes, it's best to let instincts guide you," she said, turning on her heel and striding away, her hips swaying with each step.

Aisling watched her go; she felt a pang of envy at the wolfgirl's confidence, wishing she could face her own fears with such ease. With a deep breath, she turned her attention back to her archery practice, hoping to find some solace in the familiar rhythm of drawing and releasing the bowstring.

As the day wore on, Aisling couldn't shake off the conversation. Adalwolf's words repeated in her mind, and the thought of Jabulani lingered persistently. With each passing hour, her thoughts grew increasingly explicit. They began with the small elf being held and touched by him and evolved into vivid imaginings of being embraced by him, leading to her kneeling before the shaman, servicing him.

The day seemed to drag on, with the sun casting long shadows across the training ground. Aisling's mind was filled with conflicting emotions as she shot arrows robotically. She couldn't shake the words of Adalwolf, nor could she deny the growing curiosity that gnawed at her.

---

The moonlight bathed the estate grounds in a silvery glow as Aisling walked slowly down the empty hall, approaching the corridor leading to Jabulani's quarters. Her heart pounded with each step, and it nearly stopped when she noticed a feminine figure standing just outside his door. She paused, her acute hearing picking up several distinct sounds: heavy breathing from the standing figure, squeaking and rocking noises, and muffled moans and cries coming from behind the door.

Before Aisling could react, the figure turned towards her, away from the door. As the silhouette moved closer, the moonlight revealed it to be Adalwolf, waiting for her. "I knew you'd come," she said, smiling. "They started earlier than I expected, but you elves have hearing as good as us, Wolfkin. You can hear it, can't you?"

Aisling's heart raced as she nodded slowly, her golden eyes wide with fear and curiosity. The sounds behind the door were unmistakable, and the small elf felt a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

The Wolfkin's grin widened, her sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Come closer, little elf," she whispered, beckoning Aisling to approach the door. "You don't have to do anything; just listen."

The petite elf hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to turn and flee, to escape the overwhelming situation, but another part was drawn by an inexplicable curiosity. Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward, then another, until she stood just outside the door, where the sounds within became unmistakably clear.

The wolfgirl placed one hand on the elf's shoulder and another on her stomach, just above the rim of her pants, her touch warm and firm. "It's okay," she murmured. "Just let yourself feel," Adalwolf whispered, towering over the elf. The hand on Aisling's shoulder now trailed down towards her flat chest.

Together, they stood silently outside the door, listening to the sounds within. Aisling's ears twitched as she heard what sounded like the slapping of wet flesh and the scraping of the bed legs against the floor from powerful thrusts making the bed move. She closed her eyes, trying to discern whose voice it was behind the moans, but they were too muffled, and her mind kept racing to the idea of herself being the one thoroughly pounded at that moment.

Adalwolf's hand slowly, almost teasingly, traced the contours of Aisling's slender frame. She could feel the small elf's body trembling under her touch, the tension evident in every muscle. Leaning in closer, Adalwolf whispered into Aisling's ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down the elf's spine.

"Let your animalistic need free," she murmured, her voice seductive. "You're part of the pack now, and the Alpha will take care of you."

Aisling's heart pounded so loudly she was certain Adalwolf could hear it. The sounds behind the door grew more intense, the moans louder, and the rhythm of the bed's creaking more frantic. Adalwolf's fingers brushed against Aisling's side, and the small elf couldn't suppress a gasp. The wolfgirl chuckled softly, her tail wagging slowly behind her. "I can smell it, you know," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "The arousal building up between your legs. Your hearing may rival mine, but my sense of smell is far superior."

Aisling's cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire. She glanced up at the wolfgirl, her golden eyes wide and confused. "I... I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, her voice trembling.