The plot thickens...

Meanwhile at the other side of the hill...

Princess was carrying Malape through the woods, he didn't stop to think why, he just did it. His mistress had commanded him to hid the woman and wait, and his mistress was so beautiful and wise. That's what he would do. There was no arguing.

Malape did not share his opinion.

"Get me down, you piece of shit!"

The lousy woman was furiously hitting his back, fighting for a way to escape, but he was much more stronger than her, much more focused. His mistress would be so proud of his obedience, of his will to serve her, she was so beautiful, so magnificent. His limp dick was tingling just thinking on what his future reward could be, maybe she would be so kind to hit him, that would be so nice, being hit in his useless dick, punished for being such a pathetic big man. The hint of a drop of precum stained the point of that pecker, but nothing more would ever come. Malape's tits were smashed against his shoulder as he carried her. In the past, he would have desired such bags of milk, but now they did not matter, they were not her mistress', nothing else was worthy of his desire, no matter how big and rounded. The woman's breast were so engorged by his milk busted production that they were constantly leaking, staining princess' torso with white strains. He would be so smelly and dirty, as a meek creature should be. He was so happy.

When the spell hit him, he was still smiling. He felt to the ground, asleep.

Malape was still on the floor when the woman got to her, she was lithe and beautiful with long white hair, and wore only black and white. The man that once was Gallek lied by her side, maybe dead, maybe slept, she did not care. She got to her knees and beg to her saviour, almost kissing her feet, she would do anything to escape this sordid nightmare.

"Please I beg you, help me... she..."

But then she looked up and realised that the woman was also an elf, her black and red white were weird, a mix between a general's amor and the robes of a courtesan, with white ribbons and a short black skirt. She had a diligent way of moving in that outfit, almost like... a maid? Her beautiful face was quickly distorted by a show of pure disdain as she looked down upon her. "Get your hands off of me, you damn dirty ape!" The elf kick her in the face like she was a lousy plague dog, a cockroach uninvited to her house. Soon, Malape found herself on the floor, again, being kicked by refined elven shoes, wishing to go away, to be anywhere else.

Then, she heard another voice.

"Coriala, behave."

The kicking stopped immediately, the elven maid straighted herself up and stood still, her face untouched by even a hint of emotion. "I am sorry, glorious one, I just can't stand the odour of these humans. I apologise."

Eilatra Painweaver stood in the middle of the woods like they belonged to her, her little garden to play with her things, and all things were her things, every tree around then, every rock and living being. "Oh, it's not that bad, lesser beings should have lesser smells, that's the beauty of creation, everything is in a perfect and coherent equilibrium." The dark elf matriarch got closer and looked directly to Malape. There was contempt in that look, like her very existence was somehow insulting "I hope your brain is still up to the task of hearing and understanding words."

"Please... help m..." The human woman tried to say.

"I haven't allow you to speak, monkey. Do not confuse my tolerance with acceptance. There is an elf living with you in that house, she is most dear to me and I want to know what has she been doing. And do not even think about lying. I will know."

Malape started to talk, with feeble words and trembling voice. She told her everything. First, she told her how Lunnara had pretended to be a woman from the church and trick her to get into her house and closer to her daughter. "Resourceful, as always. She likes those tricks, always too afraid to attack directly... Tell me more." The woman then spoke about her daughter, the beautiful and young Myrce, and Eilatra was very interested in that subject. She heard of the girl **** devotion and of her new position as her favourite toy, and that make her produce a proud smile. "She always had a soft spot for cripples and broken things. Ah... my sweet Lunny, that heart of gold of yours couldn't be more cuter. One day it will be your doom."

"Please..." Said the woman. As she did so, a dense strain of milk came from her inflated and ever producing breasts. Eilatra brought a finger to those nipples and taste the white nectar from them with her pouty lips. "Mmmm... she has learned how to adequately replicate my formula... smart child, she learned that orgasm deprivation definitely improves the taste, smart indeed... You think this is suffering, human? You are now her cow, meant to produce a healthy breakfast for her, that's a position of honor for one such as you... You think of yourself as debased and humiliated? You don't know the meaning of those words, you humans are not civilised enough to really understand the intricacies of true suffering. You will not annoy me with your pleads again, you will talk" Her eyes then shined a shade of red as she got closer. "I know she has tamed the dragon, I have felt it's power mixed with her aura. How has she do it?"

"Dragon? There was no dragon with her..."

"There was... think harder, monkey, was there anything unusual about her?"

"She... she had a cock."

Eilatra's eyes shined with joy, her exposed nipples got even stiffer and she licked her own lips. "So she has really do it... Lunny, Lunny, always taking shortcuts, always taking more than what she was meant to have... or control... Tell me of this cock... tell me of how it tastes and how it feels... I expect a good tale, ape, and you better give me one, then I will tell you your instructions and you may go back to her..."

Several hours later, the two elves were returning to their nearby lair, where the black dragon would be waiting for them, still locked in his cage and ****. Eilatra was chip and satisfied after hearing to the human's tale, she even seemed to be younger and she was humming a happy song. Coriala, on the other hand, was somber.

"Oh, this is just so good, Coriala. Everything is going even better than I expected. And now she will go and conquer the human kingdoms, just as I said she would. I'm so fucking horny I might even get our friendly minotaur to fuck me instead of making him fuck one of you. Our own dragon is still too unreliable to be used for such pleasures. But we will wait... we will wait..."

"Mistress, why did you kept her alive?" Asked the maid in a polite tone.

"Oh, she will be useful, Coriala, our spy if you will. She will show us all we need to know."

"I did not mean the human." Replied the elf, the hint of a cold hiss escaping her monotone voice.

"Oh I know."