Jacob nodded, only wanting to please her in the moment as he fought against her legs and folds to pull back. It felt like a monumental amount of effort, especially as his arms stayed wrapped around her back so he could only use his legs and hips. However, when he was mostly free, he let himself go, almost falling onto her as he slammed into her.
It was euphoria to let himself finally find release, let alone inside her. Her warm, tight insides no being flooded by his warm, thick seed. Her gentle moans as she squeezed him. Her pussy’s twitches and spasms as it continued to milk more and more of his seed from him. Even her breasts joined in as their chests ground against each other, her nipples pressed firmly against his pecs as the erect nubs were pressed into the soft flesh underneath.
And then, it was done as the two panted and laid there. All the energy that Jacob had mustered for this now left him as he could only continue holding Amelia. His little elf couldn’t even manage that as her arms and legs let go of him. He even got to watch as she panted a few times before her breathing evened out and soon became nearly silent.
It was adorable to watch her pass out like that, to leave herself vulnerable with him, but it was a short lived victory. Not when a knock brought his attention to the door to the room and he saw the black hair of master and her piercing, yellow eyes watching them both. The woman extended a hand into room, beckoning towards him before she disappeared behind the door.
And with what little knowledge he knew of the woman, he knew he should follow or else.
Rage
“You didn’t satisfy her, in case you believed you had.”
Jacob stood, somewhat dumbfounded as he found himself in what appeared to be some sort of dojo that the room was adjacent to. For her to just state that, especially after Jacob failed to find a pair of pants… “I am sorry for that. I just acted and I… I’ll do better next time.”
“Yes, next time.” Master herself was bare to the elements herself, not that she’d been wearing much before. Much like Amelia she had sun kissed, tan skin, but unlike her pupil not an inch of it was covered in tan lines. No, Master took care of those from time to time just to keep everything even. “Now though you and I need to talk. And, by that,” she said as her knuckles popped, “I mean I’m going to fight you and lecture you while you listen and try to defend yourself. Understood?”
Jacob almost went to say he saw where Amelia got her way with men, but then he looked into those yellow eyes. There wasn’t mirth or kindness in there like before. No, now there was only hate, pain, and malice. If he didn’t do something, he was quite possibly going to die, or so those eyes told him.
It was terrifying, and he barely got a nod out before the first punch came. It was blindingly fast, almost fast enough to make up for the fact that she had almost half the room to cover, but defense was what Jacob considered himself to be good at. Well, good at if he was at all good at fighting, something he didn’t consider himself to be.
The words came now too, given evenly and with a cold determination as Master spoke. “I know Amelia didn’t tell you the truth. Of why you couldn’t let go of her. Of why we need you. Of why you are so important to us, because without you we will only continue to fade. And yes, as much as it disgusts me to say,” she said with a quick swipe at Jacob’s head that barely missed the mark, “that means you will be asked to lay with most, if not all of us.”
“Y-You know that I don’t want to screw someone who doesn’t want it, right? Actually, that’s ignoring the fact that I wouldn’t without me loving the-”
And then her fist came down hard, her having used the swipe as a feint to now crash her other hand hard into his face, bringing it down like a hammer as she flattened him. “And that is what pisses me off. The fact that you can look at it like that.”
Jacob looked up, confused and pretty sure his nose was bleeding, but his face almost felt numb from the shock of the blow, and blinked as he thought he saw a tear in Master’s eye. She turned away too quickly for him to be able to tell. Instead, she grabbed a towel that was on the wall and threw it at him. “Clean yourself up and listen.”
Jacob nodded obediently as he sat up and did as he was told. After all, he was starting to see where Amelia got her violent streak.
And now he got to see why Master was so much the same. “I am close to six hundred years old. I am older than even Ophelna. As such, I remember a time of knights and lords. Of sword and sorcery. Tales that have become fantasy for you, but history to me.” She flexed her arms, the muscles rippling as she let out steam through the action, tensing and releasing her body in an attempt to keep some level of calm.
Jacob for his part was just trying to process something that he really hadn’t for the past month. After all, what were the implications of there being elves in the world? Let alone ones as old as Master, something he hadn’t ever gotten confirmed by Amelia because she always acted like she was his same age. He was pulled out next by a cold, pained tone in Master’s voice as she continued her tale.
“I also remember male elves. The ones who would help jumpstart our way of producing more of us. The ones who, when the kingdoms became too afraid of us, went out to fight because of their own rage and bloodlust only to be slaughtered by sword and gunpowder.”
Master once again shot across the room, this time turning the rush into a slide to hit Jacob who had still been sitting. He tried getting up but that only led to her crashing into his ankle. Or, well, she stopped dead there even as he began to fall, her foot clamping onto his. She then pulled herself up with every ounce of her strength to crash a fist into Jacob’s stomach, sending the young man flying away as he gasped for air again.
The elder didn’t give him time to recover this time though as she reappeared above him, staring down at him as he turned over to look at her. She watched him closely as she slowly, deliberately moved her hands to behind her back where she theoretically couldn’t use them to defend herself. She needed to see his reaction. Needed to know what he would do.
And what Jacob did was lie back. He didn’t even try to flee but instead focused on just trying to get his breath back as he quietly wheezed and checked his stomach to make sure nothing was broken.
“Understand that we elves do not reproduce like you humans do. When we do, we all join in on the process. We are all family, even if none of us share blood. We do not need such a bond when the wood joins us. It takes elves to make elves though and…” She shut her eyes, letting the tears come down in a single pair down her cheeks. “There are only thirty two of us. Sky and Cherry are over fifty. Amelia is over twenty. Ophelna even… She even says without help it might take as long as Sky is old to see another elf join us. As we fall, as we lose strength, the forest does too, and so it takes longer for another elf to be born, and more of us give up. Lose faith in ever getting out. Even I…”
She gripped her hands tightly together as she made sure not to lose it. She was the Keeper of the Skills. She was better than this mere sentiment.
But the sentiment of a kind hand on her cheek? Well, she could perhaps accept that as she opened her eyes, looked up, and saw the same, stupid, kind eyes that Amelia had always told him met her own violence. “You are a fool.”
“Amelia likes to tell me that, you know. I just…” Jacob scratched the back of his head with his free hand as he glanced away, his other hand now feeling very weird on the much older elf. “I don’t like to see anything in pain and I wanted to try to help. I know I can’t give you all back what my kind has taken but,” he said as he took in a sharp breath, “As long as you can promise that it won’t hurt Amelia, I am willing to listen to how I can help you all get back up to strength.” He decided to bite his tongue on his thoughts on where he heard this sort of thing before though.
Not that Master didn’t still throw one more jab right into his ribs. A tender ‘love tap’ that still flattened the poor boy with how sharp and direct it was into such a sensitive part of his body. “It is sweet how you care for her and I assure you
she understands. As for what you can do… Well, Ophelna will be able to help you with that. I think you’re still too weak to handle me.”
Jacob raised a desperate hand as he wheezed out, “Agreed,” before flopping back onto the mats beneath him as he, once again, was left to try to catch his breath and his thoughts.
Carnal Desire
Jacob waited about fifteen minutes in the dojo of the scouts as Master told him it was called. That had been most of what he’d been told unfortunately as Master seemed to have finished speaking when the two weren’t sparring. Of course, he wasn’t really excited for a second round against her as he felt like one giant bruise and really just wanted to go back to bed. However, the other Keeper apparently wanted to see him first.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to be entirely naked for this as the dojo had a few towels kept to help with sweat and blood and he now had a fresh one wrapped around his waist to help give him at least a little modesty. It was doubly important for the elves that appeared to be priests? Mages? He’d stick with priestesses, but they seemed a lot more formal than Amelia and Master so he wanted to be dressed for that. Of course, without even his backpack he found himself with little to do to pass the time as he waited for his escort so he wouldn’t get lost.
Eventually they did come. With a soft knock and a quick sliding of the door to the wooden house, Cherry and Sky made their way in. They were in the same, smooth, cloth robes that they had worn to the waterfall for the formal meeting. They might have worn them the first time too, but Jacob had never seen that. With them came a pleasant fragrant that made his mind drift to what these dresses would look under fluorescent lights. After all, with how thin they were… No! He was… He was better than that.
Sky stayed behind her sister, letting her long hair cover one eye while Cherry jumped up, an action that confirmed to Jacob that she was indeed without a bra as her large mounds made their way so high up that he worried the poor girl would knock herself out. When she landed she let out a small squeal of excitement before bouncing forward and punching him in the arm. “Well, it’s good to finally get to meet you! I hope the same is true for you?”
Jacob blushed at the question as it wasn’t pretty easy to say yes, especially when Sky showed off the two’s ability to be elegant as she curtsied to him. “Please, don’t let her distract you too much. Our mistress needs your attention at our holy temple so if you could come and join us that would be greatly appreciated.”
Jacob nodded, thankful for the chance to avoid the question as he bowed politely back to her. He then bit into his lip as he followed the two of them out, his eyes wandering downwards more than he was used to as he remembered something he really needed to do. “Um, I do have to apologize for spying on the two of you. I swear I had no intention of it and if Amelia had told me-”
Sky, with a tinge of red to her cheeks, interrupted him as she stammered out, “Y-Y-You don’t need to!” She then fidgeted in place, glancing away as Cherry giggled next to her.
“Keeper told us everything about the little trick and while I personally don’t mind giving a cutey like you a bit of a show, Sky here is more uptight.”
“I prefer shy.”
“Fine , but she was mortified by it all, so I bet she’s really happy to hear that you’re sorry for it, aren’t you?”
Sky looked down, her cheeks now burning brightly as she nodded, unable to look up now as Cherry continued to giggle. It was honestly pretty cute on her part, and Cherry’s energy was a little infectious. He took the break in the conversation to look around though now that his eyes had managed to tear themselves away from the young maidens. He didn’t get a long time to take in the surroundings, limited as they were, but they walked along a wooden ladder that hung at least a hundred feet over the forest floor, or so he could tell by what little he saw between the boards, and were surrounded by branches and leaves. Even as they entered another building, filled with a few more elves who silently stared at them as they passed on by, he could almost bet that it too was kept in the same camouflage that bridges had.
It was truly a marvel, at least to him, and he would have liked to have dwelled on it if his head would focus more properly. It was… distracted, trying to constantly pull him back towards the two or steer his thoughts to rather indecent desires. Even now, thinking of their culture, he paled as he realized something he really ought to ask.
“Are you two… Were you sent… Well, Master explained to me…”
Sky’s face turned beat red as she quickly put together just what he was trying to imply while Cherry raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was only when her twin whispered the truth to her that even Cherry’s face changed to the color of her namesake. “Oh, well, um, we weren’t really supposed to talk about that, but…”
Sky glanced around her sister, stopping as they got to a rather ornate door that led into a large tree trunk. “Our Keeper… Our Keeper said we did not need to if we didn’t desire. I was scared at the thought, but I also recognize that, well, um, you’ve already seen me undressed and, uh, you seem like a good person…”
“And I think you’re actually pretty hot, and that’s a hell of a bonus to helping us perform our job to preserve our culture.”
Both Sky and Jacob blinked at Cherry, who simply continued to beam at the two of them like she had just dropped some sagely wisdom. The two then looked at each other, their blushes almost matching each other as they barely made eye contact. It was an awkward situation of course, but, well, Jacob had accepted that he would do what he could help, and Cherry wasn’t wrong. Stuff like this would in fact help them keep their culture, even if it seemed so… weird.
He bowed respectfully to the two of them, licking his lips for a second before whispering, “I would be honored to have the two of you.”
Sky swallowed hard, looking up at him before she simply raised three fingers into the air. Jacob blinked, slowly turning white as a sheet as he realized what that meant. “So wait, in there is-”
“Yep! Aren’t you a lucky guy?” Cherry nudged him in the side, which was almost enough to drop him to his knees in his current physical condition. Jacob, for his part, and perhaps helped by the odd scent that was still coming off of the two, managed to keep down what little may be in his stomach before he nodded in agreement.
And then, the two walked in. The temple itself was larger than he had expected, carved out of a tree that must have been almost a mile in width. It seemed nearly impossible to him, but then again so was magic and these girls claimed to have that, something he very much so believed. On the walls were hundreds, if not thousands of symbols, likely in a language he couldn’t understand, some of which even glowed from time to time to help with the large bulbs of light that lit the place.
The furniture was sparse, likely to leave plenty of room for elves to come and pray if they so desired, minus one thing that he assumed had been moved in specifically for today. A nice, large, bed that was fitted with a clean sheet, blanket, and even a hanging canopy to add to its elegance.
And on top of it was Ophelna, who wore a sheer gown made of what appeared to be spider thread and morning dew that glistened in the light. It hung off of her large breasts which he could now see almost came down to her navel with their size, while her wide, thick hips that he had been able to see before were only covered to the middle of her thigh. It was all a spectacle that he could barely grasp, made all the more powerful as Sky and Cherry, the former holding an arm over her breasts while the other embraced slipping out of her dress entirely, came before him naked too. All three elves looked at him, a mix of desire, fear, and excitement amongst their faces as they asked him, “Well, are you ready, sir?”
Jacob swallowed hard, his cock throbbing underneath the towel, lifting it up for them all to see his desire first hand, but he was thankful that that seemed to not be enough for them. Instead, they waited, keeping their eyes glued on him as they waited to see just how he would respond. How he would handle three women just waiting for him to r
avish them.
He took a long, deep breath to calm himself before he gave them the best smile he could and mumbled, “Lead the way, ladies.”
Something that was fortunately up Cherry’s alley. After all, a pep talk last night from their Keeper and an extra thirty years over Amelia meant that they’d had time to learn what sex and the like truly was and what it could be like, even if there was never a likelyhood for it to matter. As Keepers of Lore in training, the two actually were meant to know this stuff as a part of knowing what could help boost the creation of new elves, something Sky would never admit.
Cherry saw no reason to bring it up either as she helped him to the edge of the bed. There he was allowed to sit as she whispered, “You just relax now,” and then got onto her knees. With a tug his towel came away, letting all three of the elves take in what they had been waiting for and even Sky licked her lips in anticipation.
Neither of the apprentices moved quite yet though. Instead, it was their master who came up behind Jacob, her breasts pressed against his back as her hands caressed his pecs. She pressed her soft, tender lips to the back of his neck and whispered to him, “Don’t you want to take them? Make them yours?”
Jacob shook his head, even as he panted with lust. They were all so beautiful afterwards, and her soft nipples sliding across his muscles were tempting. However, domination had never been his sort of thing and he wasn’t about to start now. It helped of course to have Sky there who now joined her sister on the ground. She looked so nervous, even scared of him, and he wasn’t about to make that worse.
So instead he smiled at Cherry and gave her a small thumbs up, even as he almost couldn’t talk with how dry his throat was. The wilder of the twins merely licked her lips at the permission before she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. They were soft and tender, teasing him gently as she rocked her head back and forth. It sent small shivers down his spine that ill prepared him for her attempt to show her ‘enthusiasm’.
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