Teleria's journey

It had been hard to leave her mother's embrace, specially after she had called her horse-cock servants to assist them in their pleasure, but Teleria had a mission, a quest to bring order to the world. She would find this evil sorceress and claim the potent male for her. She did not say farewell to anyone, and parted with gaping holes to meet her destiny.

She could only bring one companion with her, and she couldn't choose other than her loyal Mizi, her beautiful deertaur that had been her mount for over three centuries. Deertaurs were notably smaller than normal centaurs, with elven features instead of human, not as strong or resilient and therefore not as suitable for battle, but most wood elf preferred then for their better stealth, their bursts of speed and for the simple fact that they were cuter. They had nimbler and more elegant bodies, more akin to elven physiology, and were renown for the beauty of their singing. Those who valued more girly features in their mounts, knew that deertaurs were the choice.

It was also a wood elf custom that all riders should tame their mounts by seducing them and taking them as lovers, for the children of nature believed that all forms of relationship between intelligent beings must partake in the pleasures of flesh. Teleria, being the chief's daughter and an elf of **** beauty could have choosen any mount: a well hunged centaur, a double dicked hippogriff, a strong warrior from the lizard people, but she had chosen little Mizi, with her lithe and athletic body, her pout and grateful mouth and her tight and moist cunt. Other mounts might be faster and stronger, but her bond with the little deertaur was stronger, and a priest of the loving arts values those things above all other.

"We may not return to the village." Said she to her mount, caressing her soft green hair.

"I will go wherever you go, my rider." Answered Mizi, with her girly voice full of conviction. She wanted to say 'master' instead of 'rider', but she knew too well how much her lover and tamer despised any exchange of submission and dominance, even if it was born from love. 'That was the sin that led dark elves to ruin and damnation.' She would often say, and she did not want her tamer to think badly of her. But I will serve you as my master, nonetheless...

"The old gods have finally given me purpose, Mizi: there is a powerful being in the forest, a carrier of extremely potent and abundant seed, maybe even on the same level as the archtree itself. I must join him and become the vessel for his love"

"A worthy quest, my rider" Answered Mizi, as she rode the forest with silent hoofs "I will bring you to this destiny and stay with you, as that is my own quest, one that was born from my passion."

"I know, little rump, but we must be careful: an evil sorceress has claimed the male for her. Mother has forbidden me to kill her, for reasons beyond our comprehension, but she could be a thorn in our side if we do not tread lightly."

"All manner of evils have been casted away from this forest by the strength of your lineage, this time will be no different." Said Mizi. Teleria hug her loyal deertaur, moved by her conviction and her trust. They were only at a day's distance from their objective and they would reach them even sooner if the wind was right. As she closed her eyes, she imagined herself achieving her destiny, chained to such a powerful male, being pumped and stuffed for eternity, growing a litter of powerful children inside her, maybe even creating her own clan of powerful elves and making the forest grow back to her former glory.

It was a sweet dream.

Far away from there, her mother Osuna cried a river of guilty tears, knowing that she had lied to her daughter about the true nature of her mission, and what part she was really destined to play in the great plan of the gods. Her lovers and servants fucked her with great passion and powerful movements, but no one could heal the oracle's sadness.