"Galen!" screamed the one elf, causing her sister to pull her lips away from her cunt just in time to watch her sister's succus erupt. At once, she crawled up along her sister's body, pressing their breasts together and looking back upon Galen.
"Come, noble one. My sweet sister wishes a child. And I wish to play."
Her sentence had only just finished when Galen got on his knees behind the two elves, lining his body up with the one who couldn't hold in her moans. Already fresh from orgasm, the one elven girl wailed as Galen pushed up into her body. Her cries were quickly silenced as her twin's lips pressed against her own, her warm tongue snaking in to dance with hers while Galen's cock pounded her insides.
"Try not to scream so much, dear twin. Or else you may wake the Calia herself when his seed enters your body."
"I can't help it, sister! My body is too sensitive!"
"Then let me keep that tongue of yours silent for you..." she whispered as she came in for the kiss again, but even this experienced elven temptress didn't expect her hips to be lifted up high by a set of strong arms, her thighs coming onto Galen's shoulders.
The young man's newly tutored tongue dove into her hole, playing between the folds to cause their kissing lips to part and scream the girls' fulfillment. Galen himself reveled in their cries as he buried his face deeper into her. He moved is tongue in zigzags all the way up her slit until he came to the top of her labia and down again. He pecked playfully at her nub with his lips, kissing it, squeezing it, all before licking over it with his tongue like a parched wolf as she screamed for more.
Already her succus was getting sweeter just as her twin's love hole clamped down around his tool, trying to milk it of its cum.
Tanza's giggles echoed through Galen's mind as he pressed his lips over the elf's pink rosebud. The rough tip of his tongue poked forth to tickle it, causing her entire body to squirm.
That's it Galen, Tanza's voice whispered, just like I told you. Practice these skills well, Celia shall desire them...
Pressure was building in Galen's cock as he drove it into this sweet elf. The nectar of her sister was flowing over his chin as he failed to lap all of it up. Her thighs began to clamp down around his head as she drew closer to orgasm herself and the elf at the receiving end of his cock was long past her first orgasm. And second. And fourth. The fur bed beneath was soaked in her juice as it poured past his cock and over her cheeks, her muscles laying limp as her eyes rolled back.
"I'm coming," he grunted.
"Inside my sister!" the elf cried, "give us child!"
Galen thrust forward, sinking his cock as deep as he possibly could as his seed spurted one last time into the womb of a tree elf. He let the other elven girl off his shoulders as he pulled out his spent tool.
"Amazing..." the one girl mumbled as a bead of cum began oozing from her thoroughly fucked body. The two sisters were quick to snuggle up with one another while extending a hand out to Galen, begging him to stay. The soldier shook his head as he staggered to his feet.
"I'm sorry, but I must go."
"To Celia," one girl giggled, "she is... much with luck to have you. Enjoy all, Galen."
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"Celia?" Galen called as he stumbled onto the ramp that encompassed the Great Tree.
"Here!" she responded in elvish, waving down to him.
Drowsily, the young soldier followed the voice calling to him from above, a smile crossing his lips as he traced it to its source. After mumbling a few words in his own tongue, he continued his march up. His fatigue was obvious as he constantly had to brace himself against the wall, struggling for every step.
"Galen, darling," Tanza's voice called out. The soldier stopped and turned as the elder came strutting up the ramp after him, naked as a jaybird. "I have a gift for you."
"Hmm?" He faced the elder, an eye brow raised in question at her sudden appearance.
Tanza placed a glowing hand on his chest, suddenly sending his entire body into a violent shiver. Each second her hand remained pressed to his chest seemingly sucked the life from her body. Dark circles formed under her eyes, fatigue spread over her face. When Tanza finally released him, she gave a deep, drawn out yawn while nearly falling over herself.
"My, my, that was exhausting. I was tired before, but now... Now I think I'll go have a nice nap. The rest of the day is yours now, spend it wisely," she cooed while descending down the ramp.
Instantly, Galen looked up at Celia and began running with renewed vigor. The young elf gave a short squeal in anticipation as he approached, dropping down into her bed and flicking away her green panties. When the heavy patter of his bare feet drew near, she snuggled up into a fur and awaited him.
"Celia?" he called as he approached the basket.
"I'm here, love," she called.
Finally, he was before her, his body fully exposed. The site of his manhood excited her, making her cheeks flush gold as she turned away. When she looked back at him, he was already climbing into bed beside her and drawing up a fur over their bodies.
Celia's eyes fluttered shut as his lips gently merged with hers, her aura rapidly intensified into a golden sun nearly blinding to the naked eye. But yet...his lips suddenly fell away. When the elf opened her eyes to see why, he was passed out in her arms. Tanza just didn't have enough energy to spare. At least she tried.
A defeated look came over Celia as her chance was lost. Her long ears drooping low, she laid her head down against his chest, letting the rhythmic beats inside sooth her falling spirits.
He probably couldn't continue anyway. Not after five girls, she excused.
Even though it was true, it was a terrible reason. She needed to quell the sad feeling rising inside her. She had to forget that the opportunity for which she waited eighty years had been lost.
But he came for me. When he had nothing left, he came for me, she thought.
She knew that he chose her above all the others. Whether it was simply sexual drive, or a loving heart, she had yet to find out. And find out she will when he awoke with his strength returned.
What of his language? She barely understood a word he said. How would she know what his motives were if she couldn't understand? If she wanted his heart, she needed his tongue. Or he needed hers...
A grin grew across her golden lips as they began to glow once more. Celia closed in on his face and let the swirls of lights in her cheeks rush through her lips and into his. Quickly, all the energy she had saved up for their night together was drained away. Every ounce of strength fled her body and poured into this one piece of magic.
When the spell had finished, Celia's body collapsed, leaving her panting and shivering as she warmed her body with his. In seconds, she had slipped free of the waking world, dreaming of the days to come as his hand slowly encased her own.
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"Did they make love?"
"I don't know, I didn't hear anything."
"Should we check?"
"Look, her small-cloth is right there!"
"Girls, settle," Tanza ordered.
The torch light had returned to normal when Galen's eyes began to open. The first sight that greeted him was Celia's head settled in against his chest, and the dozen or so elves standing at the entrance to their basket. Both their bodies were still naked, her bare breasts firm against his chest. But, then again, the only one of the elves to be wearing anything was Tanza in her black, fuzzy robe.
"He's awake."
"I call for my turn!"
"You slut! You've bedded the last three men that won the challenges. You can stay back for once and let the virgins feel this love!"
"Girls!" Tanza snapped, "You act like tramps and children! Show decency or I shall install the magic back upon you myself!"
"Doesn't matter who calls dibs here. I couldn't go another round if I tried..." Galen mumbled.
Suddenly, the elves went silent. Fairly surpr
ised herself, Tanza raised an eye brow.
"He spoke..."
"...In our tongue."
"How?"
"Who did..."
"Celia..." several voices declared in unison.
"What?" Galen asked.
It was then he realized that the words that had escaped his mouth weren't English. How could he speak a language he had never before known? Instinctively, he pressed two fingers to his tongue, and then furiously rubbed his ear to make sure there was nothing that was attached to either.
The words had come from his mouth, and he knew what they meant just as the elves did. Their language was in his head as though it were the first one he learned. Without warning, a gentle hand pressed against his cheek as a pair of lips sneaked in to quickly touch with his.
"Surprised, love?" Celia whispered.
Galen smiled at her sweeping aside one of the strands of her green hair that had settled in front of her face. "I am. What did you do?"
"She casted the spell of joined tongues," Tanza declared in English.
Galen looked over to the elven leader who stood at the entrance to the basket, arms crossed over the chest of her robe.
"What does that mean?" Galen questioned as Celia snuggled herself in against his body, the elven girl's arms wrapped around his chest as she stared up into his eyes.
"The spell of joined tongues is a charm a tree elf may bestow upon her love. So long as she loves you, you will understand her no matter what tongue she speaks. And just as well, you have been granted knowledge of her native tongue. Our tongue. The spell, however, only works one way. Whenever you speak in your language, she will not understand. She will have to learn on her own."
"Well..." Galen started tightening his arms around the elven girl wrapped in his embrace.
She loved him? With a life so open with nature, love is easier found beyond the physical base and straight to an emotional one. It was easy for him to lose himself in those cloud white eyes of hers as they locked so intently with his.
"What's next then?"
"You leave," Tanza stated. "We commence your last ceremonies and send you on your way."
With an accepting nod, Galen gave Celia a kiss and slowly began to move around. "All good things must come to an end, I guess."
"Not all good things," Tanza corrected as she handed forth his clothes. "But you must be sent on your way."
Celia moved aside to allow Galen to stand and dress, much to the disappointment of the rest of the elves. Tanza had to threaten the use of her own magic to keep them from knocking him down and straddling him themselves. Even as the soldier apologized, several of the girls gave stiff "hrmphs" and stormed off, not even taking a second glance at their grand disappointment.
Shrugging off their anger and cold shoulders, the Private tightened up his belt and pulled on his jacket. It was not until after he checked his pockets to make sure they had all their contents that he noticed that all the tears in his clothes were gone. After the crash, his uniform had been torn, ripped, poked full of holes. Now, it looked like it came right off a government truck.
As though she had read his mind, Tanza stated, "Your clothes were damaged, Galen. But, the material that it is made from is plant life. It made it so our magic could heal the fabric and re-stitch the weaves."
Cotton, Galen thought. Good, old cotton. "Thank you, Tanza."
"Are we performing the last ceremonies?" Celia asked as she began to rise from bed.
"We are, Celia. Galen, come with us to the cauldron. So we may conclude this occasion."
"Alright..." Galen muttered as Celia hugged onto his arm, following beside him as they both trailed behind Tanza down the ramp, all the way to the bottom of the tree.
Many elves watched from above, hanging off the ramp or peering over the side of their baskets to see what would happen next. When the Elven Elder took her seat in her great wooden throne, Celia pulled Galen around the opposite of the cauldron from the elder.
"Galen," Tanza began, "We are here to lift the chastising magic from our dear Celia, a spell that inhibits our physical desires to one day every ten years. To lift this magic, we need an oath from the man who promises to show her such love, both physically, and emotionally, and at the cost that she may never be one of her clan again. She will lose the powers we bestow upon her, and her ability to be one with nature and the life of Atzla."
Galen glanced over to the elf beside him as he began to wonder where this ceremony was going.
"Here, your spirit will be judged, Celia's as well, to see if you both hold more than the physical desires for the other's body, or if there is more to be found in your hearts. Now do you wish to take Celia with you when you leave our village, to bring her with you in your coming travels, to show her affection, and love? Will you ensure that she never suffers at the action or inaction of your hand?"
For a real moment, Galen stopped to think.
Join him? Any real journey he had planned was trying to figure out how to get home, if he could even get home at all. How could he explain this to her in the end? To take her along only to cast her aside if he got the chance to leave? Unless... unless he took her with him. Try and introduce her to a world that she didn't know or couldn't understand? Or would he stay in this world and leave his own behind?
Galen looked down into Celia's eager eyes, those cloudy whites waiting for his word to say 'yes'. With hope literally glowing in her features, her lips smiling with tender affection, how could he leave this behind?
With a firm choice planted in his mind, Galen turned to Tanza and in elvish stated, "Yes."
"Celia, I believe I know your answer to these questions, so let us continue to the summoning."
With a nod, Celia knelt down before the cauldron, placing her forehead upon her knee while linking her hands by her feet. Galen was quick to do the same. As he took to his knees and bowed his head, he heard the cauldron before him begin to bubble.
"Mighty Atzlar," Tanza chanted, "I ask of you to turn your gaze here to us now, and look upon your daughter and the one she wishes to join. Come to us in body to look into their spirits, to release your child from her earthly bond and free her into the world beyond your realm!"
Light flashed from the cauldron as it spat out a drop of boiling water. The steaming drop floated in the air, holding its place without moving. For a moment, Galen wondered what it was doing. The drop suddenly began to sizzle, moving through the air and hitting the ground behind Galen like a round from his pistol.
As the soldier and his elf turned to see what exactly whizzed past their heads, a small plant began to emerge from the floor. In seconds, this twisting shell of leaves sprouted and grew near instantly to the height of Tanza.
Then the leaves fell away.
A massive figure stepped forth from the leaf-wrapped shell. Vines and tree bark wound tightly together to form his massive limbs, with spongy, green flesh coming together for its torso. Long stands of vine and moss formed its full head of hair descending to the base of his neck. A long, grizzled beard of moss sprouted from his chin over the tree bark plates that made up his armor. This botanical humanoid stepped down from the plant just as it withered away into dust. A deep groan escaped his chest as he yawned; bark cracked as he stretched his arms and straightened out his back.
"Who is the lucky lady?" he abruptly roared with a hearty laugh, turning toward Celia and Galen.
The young soldier could only stand in total awe of the being before him. He wasn't a plant, but he wasn't a man, either. His head was made of spongy green flesh that crinkled as he smiled, his stone eyes glancing about the room as he grinned with a mouth filled of wooden teeth. He reeked of over-concentrated roses and shifted in his stance exactly how a tree would sway in the wind. Those hard eyes glanced over at Galen for a moment, raising his moss eyebrow before looking over to Celia. At once, he gave another laugh and motioned for the elf to rise.
"Celia, my dear, it has been too long! All grown up now, you are. It has been... fifty spr
ings since we saw each other last? How are you my dear?"
The elven girl couldn't help but smile as the plant man patted the top of her head. "I have found one for me. A man far different than the others of this world. One who has passed the trials."
He turned to Galen, a broad smile upon his lips as his stone gaze inspected him head to toe, "This is him, I see. Strong, young human. Wears the colors of life with a fine eagle on his shoulder!"
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