by Tamryn Tamer
Lysandra and the elves insisted on having small celebrations to help the new arrivals get to know the villagers and it was a nice way to make the new arrivals feel comfortable. Most of them spent weeks hungry and afraid, sometimes running for their lives.
It wasn’t a large celebration where everybody dressed up like a wedding. It was more like a twenty-first birthday party than anything else. Everybody ate and drank heavily before eventually stumbling home to pass out.
Since there wasn’t enough seating in any individual establishment for all of the villagers anymore, they mostly congregated outside. They carried their food and drinks between the temple and the Happy Garden where Rose set up a small stage outside to play music.
Several different groups of demihumans greeted him cheerfully, attempting to coax him into joining them as he headed toward the temple. While he would have normally loved to bounce around getting to know the new villagers, or get reacquainted with some of the old, he needed to check in.
Brynn and Desdemona were waiting outside of the temple as he and the exhausted party of elves arrived. Both of them smiled in relief as Frost and the women arrived safely.
“Knew we could count on you handsome,” Brynn said while glancing at the exhausted party. “So, what happened?”
“This,” Frost pulled out the large gemstone. “A large group of Granite Drakes were trying to get it from them.”
“There was even a giant one!” Erissa said loudly, drawing the attention of the surrounding demihumans. “It was huge! Twice the size of a horse and Herald Frost killed it instantly!”
“It was amazing!” Amara said excitedly while jumping up and down against him.
“What is it?” Brynn asked while staring at the gemstone. “I’ve never seen…”
“Oooh,” Cassia said excitedly as her and Renna exited the temple. The white-haired prophet momentarily released Renna from her grip and rushed toward Frost, snatching the large gemstone from his hand. Renna seized the opportunity to escape her clingy fiancée and vanished back into the temple. “An Essence of Earth! Where did you find this?”
“In the plains just a little outside of the forest,” Frost answered while gesturing toward the west. “You know what it is?”
“Obviously,” Cassia laughed and rolled her eyes. “It’s an enchantment material. Essence of Earth can be used in a variety of enchantments. It really is a rather large one and where there’s one there’s normally quite a few. Although digging them up is pretty dangerous because of the monsters. Every time you find one a whole army of them appear. The magic draws them. Sometimes it’s wyverns, sometimes it’s giants, and sometimes it’s something worse.”
“That explains the Granite Drakes,” Frost said, glancing at Desdemona and Brynn. “We should probably let everybody know that while they’re out hunting they should avoid touching these gems.”
“I’ll be sure to post a notice and let everybody know,” Desdemona nodded.
“I’ll send some letters to the other villages in the territory so they know as well,” Brynn said.
“We should also probably stop any hunting in that area for a while,” Cassia said, casually examining the gemstone. “At least until we dig up the rest.”
“The rest?” Frost asked. “How do you know there are more?”
“Hm?” Cassia looked up, grinning playfully as she tossed the large gem back to him. “Essences are magic that compresses over long periods of time. See the small gold stone in the center? That’s what started everything. In this case that’s a tiny piece of orichalcum. Orichalcum draws magic to it but it’s also a magic amplifier. That’s why earth essences always have orichalcum at their center. As it gathers magic, its pull becomes more powerful, which gathers more magic. But it takes a long time.”
“Okay,” Frost said, intrigued by the cycle. “But how do you know there’s more?”
“Well,” Cassia sighed. “I’m no geomancer but I’ve explored my fair share of caves. When was the last time you only saw one small chunk of iron in a cave? If there’s one chunk of orichalcum I can’t imagine there aren’t at least a few more.”
“You said it’s used in enchanting but I’ve been to plenty of enchantment shops and never seen one of these,” Brynn said while snagging the gem. “Is it that rare?”
“Obscenely rare,” Cassia said. “Which brings us to my next point. You’re not going to want to sell this anywhere anytime soon. At least not until you dig up the remainder. Even then I wouldn’t recommend it. Honestly, I’m not even sure you should be telling other villagers or posting notices. Maybe just block off the entire area and don’t tell anybody. I’m sure King Asmund wouldn’t appreciate knowing you found a magical essence on land he gave you. Each one of these is worth potentially a million rel.”
“A million?” Brynn gulped while staring at the gem. “Why? What kind of enchantments is it capable of producing?”
“Depends on the enchanter,” Cassia said, rolling her eyes at the black-haired bard. “Every enchanter is an artist. They take the magical essence and weave it into whatever item they wish, creating whatever they wish. Obviously, an essence of earth will be better suited for some things than others but in the end it’s raw magical power. It could be used for a variety of things, even enhancing spells beyond their normal thresholds.”
“So potentially you could make barrier reach level eleven?” Frost asked.
“Potentially,” Lysandra answered. “For a limited time at least. You need to keep in mind that every time you utilize the power of an enchantment, you’re losing energy. It’s not as though this is a limitless source of power. But this particular essence, I imagine you could enchant something with a hundred level eleven barriers if you wanted.”
“A hundred?” Brynn chuckled anxiously. “Are you serious?”
“At level eleven,” she said. “My point is that this essence is holding more magical power than I am at this moment. Although mine replenishes.”
“Interesting,” Frost said, realizing that the essence was basically a powerful battery. “So, you could potentially create something like a level fifteen barrier and be unstoppable?”
“The barrier would still eventually break,” Cassia answered, glancing around, scowling as she realized Renna had vanished. “But…um. Well, it’s just basic magic Herald Frost. Just imagine you’re the gem. You can put all the…um…power into whatever but it runs out…did anybody see where my love went?”
“Renna?” Frost gestured toward the temple. “She ducked inside a while ago.”
“Not again,” Cassia closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. Frost noticed Aura of the Divine, Breath of the Goddess, and Fate’s Guidance appear above her. “There she is. I really don’t see why she enjoys this game so much. But I suppose if it’s what she likes. Can we finish this up another time Herald Frost? It’s not as though anybody in the village can use something like that. I’m not even sure if the enchanters in Blackwater could. You may have to go to a capital city. But as I said, don’t tell anybody about them until you have them all dug up. Even then I’d be cautious. Oh, and don’t just let anybody dig them up because if you hit a cluster…well, imagine hitting a small cluster of five and having five times the monsters appear.”
“Got it,” Frost said, nodding at Desdemona to make sure to spread the message. “Desdemona, also make sure nobody talks about us finding them. Just make sure they know what they look like and to avoid them.”
“Understood,” Desdemona nodded.
Frost imagined that King Asmund wouldn’t be pleased if he found out that he’d given Frost a parcel of land that was loaded with a precious resource. He was somewhat thankful that Sir Wildflower had left before the discovery or things could have gotten really complicated.
“So, did we do good finding it?” Amara asked excitedly. “Does this mean we’re going to get a reward?”
“A reward would be nice,” Erissa said, hopping up and down. “You can spend the night with me!”
“And us!” Julia said,
the other two elves nodded excitedly with her. “We found something valuable so we should be rewarded!”
“And we wanted to do something for you for saving us anyway!” Erissa added.
“Hold it,” Brynn interrupted while pushing the elves away from Frost. “Handsome has other obligations!”
“No fair!” Erissa objected. The blue-haired priestess pressed her chest against Brynn’s, as if to challenge her. “You get him all the time and we did something good! We deserve…”
“Not me,” Brynn said, crossing her arms as she smirked at the women. “Lysandra.”
“Speaking of which,” Desdemona smiled while pointing inside. “She’s been upstairs for quite a while.”
“That’s not a good sign,” Brynn sighed while shaking her head.
The elves silently removed their hands from Frost and stepped away from him as if they just discovered he was suffering from a contagion.
“Is it really that bad?” Frost chuckled.
“You don’t know what it’s like sleeping with her lately. Sometimes it’s fine but other times she’s just insatiable. She paws at me like…well…like all the elves in this village paw at you!” Brynn pointed at Frost. “But it doesn’t stop there.” Brynn gestured at her thigh. “A couple nights ago she humped my thigh for half the night. Do you know how hard it is to get any sleep while somebody grinds on your thigh for half the night?”
“Lady Brynn,” Desdemona said, stomping her foot sternly. “Lysandra is having just as hard a time with it as you! You should support her! She’s pregnant and it’s our job to make sure that she’s comfortable!”
“Don’t you start with me!” Brynn growled. “She doesn’t climb on top of you and grind you like her favorite pillow!”
“It just means she likes you…”
“No, it’s because those,” Brynn said pointing at Desdemona’s large chest. “She can’t pretend like she’s riding handsome with those enormous udders in her way.”
“Lysandra warned us that if she did get pregnant that there would be some things that needed to be addressed,” Desdemona said, crossing her arms. “And Herald Frost loves my udders.”
“You mean like her eating an entire pantry full of pickled vegetables?” Brynn scoffed. “Or the fact that she’s almost constantly groping us? If she had a cock she’d be as bad as handsome here.”
“You know you could have always recruited Shael to help you while I was out,” Frost joked. “She’s always eager to hop in bed with Lysandra.”
“We actually did try that,” Desdemona timidly volunteered. “She said that she needed proper sleep in order to be ready for classes. It’s not her fault though. For some reason Lysandra is never really satisfied unless it’s you.”
“Which is honestly more than a little insulting,” Brynn said, clenching her teeth in frustration. “You’d think that you and I would be enough.”
“I think it might be an elf thing,” Desdemona said. “Like, maybe she needs your, you know.”
“Couldn’t help overhearing,” Ruvaen approached the group with his wives beside him. “Sounds like somebody is pregnant, do I have that right?”
“Sounds like pregnancy,” one of his wives nodded. “The only thing that really works is, you know.”
“And has to be the person who did it,” another wife agreed. “Otherwise it doesn’t really scratch the itch.”
“Your poor wife has been without you for a week?” the third wife said, distraught at the notion. “That’s horrible! She must be burning up!”
“That’s one way to put it,” Brynn said while gesturing toward the temple. “I really can’t go another night with her trying to break me in so you need to get up there and do your duty.”
“And you don’t plan on joining me?” Frost smirked while staring at his petite wife.
“I have work to do,” Brynn smiled as she pressed her hand against his chest. “But if you want to find me afterward, I’ll be more than happy to show you how much I missed you handsome.”
“I’ll have to do that,” Frost grinned as he moved toward the entrance to the temple. “Afterward.”
“I look forward to it,” Brynn said cheerfully as she and Desdemona headed toward the back office of the temple.
Frost looked around at the packed temple. A small group of squires were talking to the orc women about their armor as several spellcasters surrounded Mira and the other tailors, holding written requests for new gowns. Most of the villagers were going out of their way to introduce themselves to the new villagers and make them feel at home and even the children were running around and playing. So he figured it really wouldn’t matter if he vanished for a while.
He reached the top of the stairs and turned toward Lysandra’s room, pausing momentarily to look down at the temple hall. He smirked at the celebrating demihumans and continued to the master bedroom.
CHAPTER 8
Frost walked into the bedroom to find Lysandra curled up on the bed in a transparent white robe. It was open, revealing her perfect breasts and her white satin panties.
“Goddess,” Lysandra whimpered through clenched teeth as her back arched in the bed, the elf’s fingers rubbing her white panties as if she were trying to remove a stain from them. “How much longer....”
“Seems I’m right on time,” Frost said, shutting the door behind him. The elf turned her attention to him, her violet eyes glowing in the dark as if she were a feral beast tracking prey. A twisted smile formed on her lips as she rolled out of the bed and made her way toward him. “Just give me a minute to…”
“Get undressed,” Lysandra commanded, eyes fixating on his pants as she moved toward him. The white-haired elf looked like a spirit, her transparent white robe open, revealing flawless figure. Her pale skin reflected what little moonlight was creeping in through the windows. The only colors to be found were her burning violet eyes and seductive pink lips. “Now.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Frost said, completely entranced by the ethereal beauty of the elf priestess. Her long ivory-hair was always shiny but ever since she became pregnant it practically glowed a fluorescent white. Her silky skin had taken on a similar glow, along with a mild slickness as if she’d just put on lotion.
“I wasn’t asking. Faster,” Lysandra whined as Frost unbuttoned his shirt. The elf quickly assisted him with his belt. As soon as his shirt was off, she buried her face against his hard chest, dragging it back and forth like an animal trying to mark something with its scent. “I’ve missed being with you so much my love. I wanted you earlier but there was so much work and…”
“I know,” Frost said, kicking off his pants. He gripped Lysandra’s narrow waist, gently lifting her as she wrapped her legs around him. He reflexively slid his hands down, cupping her soft round ass to help hold her up. He playfully ran his fingers along the edge of her satin panties, snapping them playfully as he carried her to the bed. “I’ve missed you too.”
“It’s not the same,” she whined, burying her face in his neck as he carried her, showering him with kisses. She reached behind her back and grabbed one of Frost’s hands, shifting slightly as she guided it between her legs from behind. “Do you feel how much harder it is for me?”
“Fuck,” Frost said as his fingers slid against the drenched white spot on her panties, it was dripping with her nectar. But the heat was the shocking part. She was practically burning up. “That’s hot.”
“You like it?” Lysandra asked seductively while giving his neck several long licks. She bit on his earlobe and released a sexy moan. “Does my warmth turn you on.”
“Absolutely,” Frost said, kissing her as he laid her down on the bed. Although he meant his comment literally, he wasn’t going to argue if she took it figuratively. Especially as excited as she already was. With every gentle caress of his hand she let out an erotic whine or whimper while attempting to shove her hips against him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Lysandra moaned, tightening the grip
of her thighs as she attempted to pull him into her. “Now fuck me. Fuck your wife’s soppy pussy.”
“What’s the rush?” Frost malevolently teased Lysandra as the half-crazed elf began rolling her hips against him. He hooked his fingers into his underwear and slid them down, unleashing his massive cock. “I want to enjoy…”
“I want your cock inside me,” Lysandra growled, clearly not in the mood to be teased. She wrapped her arms around him and aggressively pulled him toward her. The wild elf took his mouth and shoved her tongue inside, slithering it as she moaned. Her soft hands moved down his back, pressing the tips of her fingers into him as she went, as if searching for a way to lock him in place. The elf bit his lips as she pulled away. “I want to feel your cock inside me. Please my love. Please. I need your cock. Doesn’t your cock miss my pussy?”
“Fuck,” Frost couldn’t stop grinning as he hooked Lysandra’s satin panties with his finger tips and pulled them off. She unwrapped her legs from him, allowing him to fully remove the dripping panties, revealing her perfect pink pussy to him. Her hairless mound and gorgeous pink folds were completely drenched in her juices.
“Please, please, please,” Lysandra begged while attempting to lift her hips for him, like a beast presenting itself. “Can’t you see how much my pussy wants your cock?”
“Just my cock?” Frost grinned while aggressively lifting her legs, placing them over his shoulders. He buried his face in her sopping cunt and her overwhelming flavors inundated his tongue as he lapped up her juices. The sensitive elf convulsed as he sucked on her pink lips, pulling them gently, taking his time reacquainting himself with the gorgeous pussy that he’d spent a week away from. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re like this.”
“More,” Lysandra whimpered while rolling her hips, as if to fuck his face with her perfect little pussy. “Goddess, more.”
“I’m going to give you so much more,” Frost growled as his tongue slid against her clit. The feral elf moaned loudly as Frost began toying with her gleaming pink pearl. Her thighs closed on his head, holding him in place as he rapidly ran his tongue up and down her sensitive clit.