The Bonding

Shelobu leads you East for about 20 minutes, the sky getting darker with each step you take. By the time you reach your destination, you peer up and start to see the first stars of the night sky. The auspicious place where you will be initiating the ritual to make the elf your Mate turns out to be a cave nestled in the side of a hill. There are no distinctive features about the cave other than that the entrance is just big enough for one person to go in at a time.

"Viasho Tempio!" The elf utters a magical phrase and with her left hand upraised a large gout of flame erupts from her palm. She turns to you and signals you to follow her inside, taking the lead with her "torch" positioned out in front of her.

The passageway inside isn't too difficult for you to manage, but Shelobu has to turn slightly to the side at some parts to squeeze through. Eventually you and your partner emerge from the tunnel and find yourselves in the middle of a pitch black area. "Viasho Eruptus!" Again she utters a magical mantra, but this time the flame dancing placidly atop her fingertips explodes in a column of fire straight up! The stream of fire impacts against the top of the cave and instead of remaining fixed in a single line the flames spread in all directions, undulating and waving outward, bathing the inside of the cave with slightly subdued luminescence. "Pyro Inceptio." This time Shelobu utters the two words in a calmer voice which causes the column of fire to slowly dissipate. In a truly bewildering magic show, the flames that crawled across the vaulted "ceiling" of the cave begin to coalesce into pinpoints at certain intervals. You find that despite the cave being roughly 20 feet high and 17 feet wide, there is enough lumination to clearly make out a bedroll, a fire pit with a makeshift spit and a large charcoal circle drawn about 2 feet from the foot of the bedroll.

Your eyes return to your lover as she walks calmly to the firepit and utters another magic spell, barely above a whisper this time. A pale flame suddenly emerges at the center of the pit, slowly expanding in size until it is roughly the height of a mountain lion and the width of a person. The light that the flame gives off however has a hypnotizing effect on your eyes since you expect the light coming from it to be quite contrasted from the dimmer surroundings, but in reality it sheds an evenly distributed neutral light out to a radius of 10 feet (think an electric lamp).

"Here we are. I've bivouacked in this cave for the last 3 days, preparing the ritual and biding my time until I could find you." She states her intended purpose so matter-of-factly that you have to think about what she said twice. She points to the circle drawn in the ground and looks at you. "This is for the ritual, and I know it seems simple but it is still very important."

"Here is where we can sleep." She says pointing to the down-filled linen mattress not far from the drawing. "I have some hard rations that can keep you fed for a while if you don't mind the taste." She motions with her head to a pack you didn't notice before lying just to the right of the bedroll, up against the side of the cave. "There's also an extra dagger and rope. You can have the dagger if you wish it." This she elf trusts you explicitly enough to hand you a weapon of your own while sharing a space with you, and you smile to yourself at just how lucky you are.

"I'm going to change into something a little different. You stay here and get comfortable until I come back." You scratch your head and your itchy ballsack at the same time as you see Shelobu turn to walk to a dark part of the cave that the light of the flame in the center cannot reach. You saunter over to the pack she mentioned earlier to get your hands on some trinkets inside.

You unclip a single clasp holding the pack firmly closing and pull the opening apart. You're eyes have begun to adjust to the dimness of the cave and so your keen senses allow you to appraise the contents of the bag as you turn towards the silent flames. Inside you first find four large square bisquits that are wrapped in a dark green leaf of some kind. You put those aside and reach back into the sack and your fingers find an oblong metallic object that you quickly pull out. You don't recognize the tool but it looks a bit like a bent sword without any handle or grip. The edge is very sharp so you gingerly set that aside as well. The next time you reach in, you manage to find the dagger that Shelobu offered you a minute ago. It's still in a wooden sheath that has a leather thong attached to it for easy carrying. You slide the blade from its sheath and marvel at the sharpness and craftsmenship of the weapon. It's about 5 inches long and has a dark patina while both edges are perfectly honed.

"I see you found the dagger..." You are startled by a soft voice slightly echoing a ways off to your left. Your eyes whip to the source of the voice and your jaw drops to your chest...

Shelobu stands about 8 feet away from you, lit up by the pale magical flames that she summoned. Her black hair is smoothed back to her scalp, pulled back behind her head in a ponytail, she has applied a bit of kohl to her eyes, giving them a much more dusky look while enhancing her long eyelashes. Moving your bulging eyes a bit lower you see she still bears her breasts to you, but this time two emerald talismans hang from each of her nipples. They glow faintly against her skin as they gently shake with every movement of her breasts. You can see her six pack abdomen clearly as well as a mysterious black glyph that looks like a heart with curling lines drawn around it about 2 inches above her crotch. Around her hips hangs a very thin gray shawl, tied to one side, and it just barely manages to cover her most coveted asset behind it.

Her legs are clad in a tight pair of thigh high stockings that appear to be made of leather, with a thin leather strap clasped at the top of each legging to hold it in place. She is wearing a pair of small leather slippers on her feet, but probably just to protect them from jagged stones that litter parts of the cave floor.

You're stunned by what you see, still having in recent memory a warrior elf clad in armor and carrying a deadly bow and arrow. But it's slowly replaced by a Goddess of a woman standing scantily clad in front of you. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles sweetly at you. "If you really want to stab me, you should do it with the weapon you already have with you." She points to her own crotch and winks slowly at you.

The elf breaks eye contact and saunters over to the flame and bending over slightly whispers another spell. The flame changes color to reflect a combination of blue and green throughout the cave.

"I think we've drawn this out for quite long enough my virile little man, and I'm sure you're in a tremendous amount of pain having to carry around that scrotum full of baby making fluids." She approaches the circle not far from where you are sitting, about 5 feet in front of you. She stops halfway inside the circle and waves her hand for you to join her. You immediately scamper over to where Shelobu is standing, not concerned with technicalities or formality and you start to put your hands all over her seductive form, running your jagged nails up her thighs and grope each of her firm cheeks behind her. She doesn't stop you but allows you free rein over her exposed skin, looking down at you with a tender smile never leaving her face.

She places her right hand affectionately on your cheek and strokes your face with her thumb and says "The time has come at last. Only a few more important minutes stand between you and I and ultimate union." You smile widely, your long yellow plaque covered teeth glistening in the light.

"Me make you my pregnant elf bitch. Me make you all mine soon." You stick your disgusting purple tongue out of your mouth and move it around in a vulgar display of affection.

"You have no imagination my dear Wallum, tonight is about much more than making me pregnant. It's about binding our souls together forever and sharing so much of the pleasure that our flesh offers to each of us." She pats you on the top of the head with a flat palm and pushes you away from her a little less than arms reach.

"Give me your hands." She says, putting her hands palm up in front of you. You do as she says and also see for the first time how much bigger her hands are compared to yours. Securing them in place with both of her thumbs she slowly begins to close her eyes. "Noumana Lais Torpadoso. Elexisi Dominari Sanguinas, Purificatatus Linga Morteo. Let our souls be linked in bondage, let our very breath share the same air, and let our bodies be ever pure of the influence of another..." She intones enchanting spells with an angelic voice, her lips moving in sensuous waves as she exposes her soul to you for it to be captured. "Linusum Tacheon Lix, Fortuet Mortavus Bello, Utero Sepsis Tant, Time has no power over our bond, no man can bring it asunder by magic or sword, for my womb will be forever barren for it to receive one not bound to it." A flicker catches the corner of your eye while you watch Shelobu chant the magic spells. The glyph above her crotch has begun to glow a faint blue, almost like it is on fire.

"Alua Corpus Mani, Incipio Mer Leosis, Hangre Ordo Hangra, Tepsis Mortus Nimous, My body is only to be bound to one of my choosing, entering my veins and coursing through my heart, becoming the **** of my life and life of my ****, he takes my soul within his heart and gives it peace." As you watch the glyph a thin green line snakes its way up her stomach, and stops between her breasts. Once there, even thinner lines than the first sprout from the center of her chest and spread sinuously through her limbs and even across her face. Her eyes then slowly begin to open and she looks down at you, which is when you see a similar light to what you saw when you first sat with her inside her pupils. This time the light emerging from her eyes is green and not nearly as bright. You feel weightless as something enters your head through your eyeballs and at a similar moment, you feel something being exchanged for it, passing from you to her.

"Before the Goddess Frinyas, and all of my coterie, I declare my soul to find shelter under the feet of Goblin King Wallum. My body is his to use as he wishes, in health, or in sickness and my heart forever resides beside his strong arm. May the Goddess bless me with his children, granting him strong posterity and favorable seasons. May my arm be ever prepared to defend the great King's name and honor the bloodline within him. May the Goddess bless the Goblin King with wisdom, strength and family. Linga Mortavus Utero Humera Juhu, May my body, life and my womb provide for your every desire my King." Upon finishing the last sentence you see all of the lines that shimmer across her body slowly recede back to the center of her chest, at which point the initial line traces itself back down to the glyph on her belly. Once the line stops, the glyph flashes a bright green, throbbing and fading to a faint glow.

"Now lick the symbol below my belly, and the ritual will be complete." You are surprised for only an instant before you shrug and bend down a bit until the glyph is eye level. You can't help but tease this woman who tormented you through such a boring sermon about love and souls. Before you bring your tongue to her skin you put your hand in between her thighs and feel for her vagina. It does not take long at all since you discover that she's not wearing anything under that thin shawl. Your fingers find her sodden slit in no time at all and you run two of your fingers in between her quickly swelling vulva. She is dripping wet it seems when you hear a light pitter patter against the soft soil between you as her juices flow generously around your probing fingers onto the ground. She gasps but still doesn't resist your molestation of her most precious female organ. You look up to her face and grin from ear to ear while you play amateurishly with her moist muff.

Before she has a chance to react in any meaningful way you lean forward to kiss the glyph crudely, circling around it slowly with your long pointy tongue. As you taste her skin the glyph glows brighter and you feel your tongue growing a bit numb as magical energy swirls through it. You stand back and watch as the glyph dims slowly until it fades away completely, leaving only the same pale skin that graces the rest of her body.

"It is done my King, we are bonded forever. And since there is only one other person that I will be bound to, it is up to you and I to make sure an elf never grows within my womb for as long as you live. My body and heart belong to you only my dear King, so let us consummate our union with the blessing of a new life within me." Once again, your mistress leans down to caress your cheek and pull you into a long and sultry kiss, her smooth graceful tongue wrapping itself around yours, your slobber filling her mouth and dripping to the ground in long strands.

You break the kiss and leer up at Shelobu. "Me your king now bitch, you beg me to give you my baby... Now! Get on your knees and beg me to put my goblin brat inside your elf womb!" You stand heroically with your hands on your hips, your smile all rotten teeth.

Shelobu does as she is told with no hesitation. She gets down on her knees in front of you, making you both eye level with each other. She bites her bottom lip and bows her head.

"My King, Lord Wallum, I'm begging you for a child, I need to feel your beautiful baby appear inside of my womb tonight... Please my King, I could die without your goblin seed flowing inside my fertile womb, impregnating me for the first time of many... I can't live without carrying your goblin babies inside of my belly for the rest of my life! Take it! Take my body my lord, put your wonderful goblin children within the safety of my uterus where they will grow strong and happy." The elf clasps her hands together in a sign of contrition as she whimpers and begs to be impregnated.

"Go over to bed and spread legs, me come make you pregnant when good and ready bitch. You call to me to come knock you up, tell me how much better I am than any elf, tell me how bad you want to have my baby... Give me good show elf bitch, make me wanna fuck you. Me in control now, you gotta earn my dick now bitch." You cackle wickedly as the elf turns to crawl slowly to the bedroll, giving you plenty of time to stare at her ass. She lies down on her right side and spreads her legs wide, and you can see just how immaculate her pussy really is. The smallest patch of black pubic hair dots her mound just above her slit. Her swollen pussy lips are red with arousal, and thin streams of lubricant streak her inner thighs. You can tell that if she isn't a virgin then she hasn't had much experience at all because her box is small and tight, leaving nothing to the imagination that anything going inside of it over 4 inches will feel every single fold of her glorious goblin birthing hole. "Yes, you look like you ready to have my semen, let me see dat pussy, show me dat there pussy that gonna take my dick and get filled up with my smelly greasy sperm stuff."

Shelobu whimpers, her nipples getting stiffer by the second as she reaches down with both hands and spreads the outer lips of her pussy wide in a "V" shape. The inside of her juicy wound is luscious and pink, fem-slime coating every inch of her dripping hole. "Please come and inspect my needy vagina my Lord, I can only hope that you approve of my fertile female body. You're in control now my Lord, my Goblin master, please use my body to produce hundreds of strong goblin warriors who will rise up and take their own elf mistresses, filling their wombs with even more goblins to spread your mighty name far and wide! I only hope that my strong body can give you happy children, strong goblin boys who can fight for your new kingdom." Your heart swells with pride as Shelobu regales you with lofty sounding words of your imminent conquest of the elf and human world. You imagine yourself seated high on a throne of skulls, surrounded by heavily pregnant elf and human women, young and old; while to your left and right are giant orgies in which dozens of beautiful young elf women are molested and **** by your own goblin sons, filling their fertile bodies with thick semen over and over again.

"Yes-yes-yes, tell me more bitch, tell me how we gets more women for makings of Wallum's babies. Tell me how much you hate your kind and how much you love to get pregnant with goblin brats. Me like words you say elf, gimme more!" You walk towards Shelobu's prone body and begin to stroke your cock with your right hand, licking your lips and grinning broadly.

"Oh yes, my Lord. My womb is only fit enough to contain your goblin sperm inside of it now, I won't ever allow another man to put his seed inside of your property my Lord and Master. My race is a proud one Wallum, and we have harmed many of your kind in the past, enslaving, murdering and ignoring you for far too long. Let me be the first to welcome you into our family my great King, I look forward to bringing many of your beautiful sons to bear upon my arrogant brethren. Maybe when the proud clans of Allutaria find goblin children growing safely inside of their women's wombs they will see the same truth I can see." Shelobu moans and whimpers at you, her chest and face flush with arousal and lust. "My only regret is that I cannot carry many more of your children within me, but if you would allow me to my Lord, I could find many other women willing to conceive strong offspring for you as well." She looks up at you expectantly while you continue to feast on her strong feminine form with your eyes.

"Me make many elf bitches nice 'n big with my smelly little brats growin' inside 'em. Me hate elf, me kill elf men and take elf bitches to be mate and make pregnant with babies. Me make you mine now elf, me make you all mine!" Your eyes go wide as you laugh loudly, your falsetto voice echoing around the cave.