by Eric Vall
“They discovered my High Elvish heritage,” Morrigan said darkly.
“Oh, I see,” I said slowly.
“As soon as the truth was uncovered, I was cast out of the guild,” she said bitterly. “I was unable to learn any additional techniques. When I returned to my home, I discovered that the High Elvish Council had been informed of my activities.”
“Those are the rulers of your people?”
“Yes.” Morrigan hung her head a bit. “The Holy Band of Mages told them of my efforts to learn dark magic. As a result, I was banished from the realm of High Elves for committing what is considered an unspeakable crime.”
“That’s terrible,” I breathed. “So that’s why you get angry when someone brings up the mages.”
“Anger does not come close describing my feelings toward the mages,” Morrigan said with sudden fierceness in her voice. “Unspeakable rage is a far more appropriate description. I vowed to become a master of dark magic and one day punish them for their betrayal.” The elf seethed. “They wronged me, and they have wronged countless others.”
“Yes, I know that better than anyone,” I said as I pursed my lips and forced myself to keep my anger at bay. “Forgive me for saying so, but since you were banished, does that mean you have no home?”
“That is correct,” Morrigan said softly as she looked out over the flowing river. The water was calm as it ran over smooth stones and it shone in the moonlight. “Since my banishment, I have traveled from place to place.” Morrigan let out a small sigh.
“But what about your family and your friends?” I said concernedly. “Didn’t they try to do something to help you?”
“My parents did nothing to aid me. They shunned me.” Morrigan smoothed the head of one of her pets which I guessed was Macha. “I am dead to them. They care more about following the laws of our people and obeying the Council than they do for me.” The anger in her voice was unmistakable. “As for friends, truthfully, I never had any.”
“None at all?” I said in disbelief.
“None.” The pale elf leaned forward to dip her hand into the water, and she swayed her hand back and forth. “At least not friends of my own kind. As a child, I preferred the company of animals.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed that,” I said with a small smile.
“I was always particularly fond of ravens,” Morrigan continued. “I found them mysterious and lovely in a way that no other creature can compare.” She stroked Fea’s black feathers. “The other children said I was strange, and I was teased and tormented for my love of animals. Truth be told, I was already an outcast amongst the High Elves before my banishment.”
“I’m sorry.” I put a comforting hand on the she-elf’s shoulder. “I’m sure that must have been quite difficult for you.”
“We carry on,” Morrigan said simply. “We cannot dwell in the past. Besides, I had Fea and Macha with me. I was never really alone when I was exiled.” She kissed the top of Macha’s head.
“Speaking of Fea and Macha,” I said slowly, “where did they come from? They’re not what you would call normal birds.”
“I rescued them when I was quite young,” Morrigan said with a very faint smile, so faint I almost doubted its existence. “I discovered them in one of the forests within the realm of the High Elves. They were badly wounded, so I took them home and nursed them back to health, and every day I would talk to them for hours. I would tell them my fears and my troubles as well as share my joys and successes. Somehow, I always felt as though they were listening.”
“They are magical creatures, are they not?” I nodded to the tattooed elf’s winged companions.
“Indeed they are,” Morrigan said proudly. “Once their health was restored, I returned to the forest in which I found them and attempted to set them free, but then they spoke to me and told me that they wished to stay with me.”
“They spoke to you?” my eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes,” Morrigan said calmly.
“But I have never heard them speak,” I said with a glance at Fea and Macha.
“They are capable of communicating with me without speech,” Morrigan said plainly. “I am able to hear their thoughts. They do not have to speak if they do not wish to. Initially, they did have to communicate with me verbally though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked the dark-eyed elf.
“You see, after I attempted to free them, they thanked me for my kindness, and as a gesture of appreciation, they bound themselves to me and became my guardians.” Her eyes betrayed her happiness as she recalled the memory. “Once they were bound to me, it was as though we were one, and I was able to hear what went on in their minds. They watch over me and lend me their power when I am in need of it.”
All this time I had thought Morrigan merely found comfort in talking out loud to her ravens, now I knew that the hushed conversations I always observed were not as one-sided as the rest of us believed.
“I see,” I said slowly. “So, is this how you were able to perform shared sight? It’s their power, not yours?”
“Precisely,” Morrigan said with a quick nod. “As I said before, I have only mastered soul exorcism. The other abilities that you have seen have come from Fea and Macha, not I.”
“I see.” I furrowed my brow. I recalled that when our party had been separated back at the last dungeon, I had seen Fea fly through a solid rock wall. This must have been another one of their abilities. Fea and Macha were indeed marvelous creatures, what other powers did they possess? I was curious, and I also wanted to hear them speak. I was about to ask, but I stopped myself when I noticed a single tear emerge from Morrigan’s eye and trickle down her pale cheek.
“Fea and Macha have given me so much,” the elf whispered. “They have watched over me and loaned me their power, they consoled me when my people turned against me. They were my comfort when I felt that I had no place in this world.” The dark-eyed woman squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and pinched her lips in an effort to keep more tears from coming, but she was unsuccessful, and they began to stream down her face.
“You do have a place in this world,” I said gently and moved over to sit beside her. “Please, don’t cry. You have a place in this world, and you have people who care about you. Annalíse and Rana and Carmedy, and me.” I tenderly brushed away some of her tears and found her skin was soft and delicate under my fingertips. I had expected her skin to feel as cold as her usual demeanor, but it was quite warm to the touch. Her skin’s unexpected velvetiness and warmth caused my breath to quicken and my heart to beat strongly against my ribs.
Morrigan blinked at me in surprise and redness began to come to her pale cheeks. I had never been within such close proximity of the elf, but now that I was, I noticed how lovely her dark eyes were.
Morrigan glanced bashfully at my hand that was still on the side of her face, I hadn’t even realized that I hadn’t moved it. As I found myself leaning toward the woman, I half expected her to pull away from me or say something harsh, but she didn’t. Perhaps at some unsaid command from their mistress, Fea and Macha suddenly leapt from her shoulders and perched in a nearby tree. The elf said nothing. She simply closed her eyes and waited for my lips to reach hers.
I kissed her softly, and as our lips parted, I heard the tattooed elf gasp. She looked into my eyes and gave me a small, shy smile before she leaned back into me. As she kissed me deeply, I drew her closer and wrapped my arms around her. Morrigan sighed softly and slid her hands up my armored chest to hold on to my neck. In a matching gesture, I pulled back her hood and ran my fingers through her long white hair. After a long moment, the elf moved her mouth away from mine. Then her hair brushed against my face as she tilted her head to bite my ear. As soon as Morrigan turned to face me once more, I cradled her face in my hands.
“You do have a place in this world,” I whispered again before she pressed her lips against mine once more. “Your place is with me.”
Her eyes opened wide, and a small gasp e
scaped her lips. Then her gasp turned into a moan when I kissed her again. As our tongues lightly played together, my fingers moved across her shoulders, and then to her back. The hook latches to her dark dress were there, and I slowly drew them apart.
Morrigan’s hands pulled at the edges of my robe, and I shrugged out of the garment while I continued to unfasten her dress. As soon as it was undone, I ran my fingers down the smooth skin at her spine, and she sighed with a surprising amount of desire.
“I-I-I-,” she stuttered as I peeled her dress off and began to kiss her bare shoulders. “I am not experienced with this.”
“Don’t worry,” I whispered as I finished taking off the top of her dress. Her hands came up to cover the nipples of her milky-white breasts, but she didn’t shy away when I began to pull her black lacy underwear away.
“I worry,” she whispered, but then she let out another cute gasp when I pulled her panties free of her legs. Morrigan was naked now, but she had moved her left arm to cover her breasts so that her right hand could cover between her legs. “When I said I was not experienced, I meant that I have never--”
“Morrigan,” I gently soothed, “your lack of experience does not concern me. I am your master, and it is my job to teach you. Now, lay down.”
Her dark eyes fixed on mine, and for half a moment, I wondered if she would resist me, but the desire was apparent on her normally impassive face. A moment later, she nodded once and lay back on the soft sand. She still covered herself with her palm, but as I wrapped my hand around each of her ankles, she slowly slid her fingers away from her crotch.
Then I slowly spread her legs and gazed upon her womanhood. It was slightly moist, and the pink lips were accented by her white skin and a small tuft of lighter hair above the flower shape.
“I will give you pleasure,” I whispered. “Please enjoy yourself.”
“I--” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, I had already knelt between her thighs and was running my tongue over her. Morrigan’s gasps turned to low throaty moans, and her fingers were soon grasping my thick hair as her hips gyrated up into my mouth. Her taste was exquisite, but the sounds of her pleasure were even more delicious.
I wanted to pleasure the beautiful elf maiden for a long while. My fingers caressed her breasts and nipples while my tongue and mouth devoured her, and it only took a few minutes for her moans to become pleadingly urgent. The build-up was quick, but her climax seemed to last longer than the foreplay did, and she let out a guttural growl of ecstasy when she finally stopped thrashing.
Then I pulled my face away from her, and we stared into each other’s eyes. She was still panting, but she was also smiling. It wasn’t a common facial expression for the sorceress, so I knew that I had done an excellent job of bringing her to a climax.
But now it was time for us to become lovers.
I used a tiny fraction of my telekinetic magic power to quickly remove my armor and undergarments. The armor quickly reassembled itself on the ground beside us, and my clothes then folded themselves on top of the metal breastplate.
Now I was naked and kneeling between Morrigan’s spread thighs.
Her eyes fixed on my manhood, and her usually emotionless face was a scattering of fear, desire, and hunger.
“What is my name?” I whispered as I positioned myself at her entrance.
“Master,” she panted. “You are my master, and I am your minion.”
“Very good,” I said, and then I slowly penetrated the beautiful elf woman.
There was a slight barrier when I encountered Morrigan’s virginity, and she let out a grunt of pain when I pushed through it, but a few slow movements later she was gasping with pleasure again.
And then the gasps turned into moans that lasted for another hour.
Chapter 22
“I have never felt such… pleasure,” Morrigan whispered in my ear as we lay naked together on the sand beside the small river. “Nor did I think it could last that long.”
“I am glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said as I brushed a few locks of white hair away from her face.
“I did,” she said, and then she lay her head back on my chest. “However, I am filled with your seed. I know the body you occupy is of your creation, but… will…”
“You wish to know if I can impregnate you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Would you want my offspring?” I asked as I raised my head slightly so I could gauge her reaction.
“You are my master. I will gladly bear your child,” Morrigan answered.
“Hmmm,” I mused as I lowered my head back on the sand and ran my fingers over the skin of her back. “The idea intrigues me, but you do not need to make the decision now. I have complete control over this form, and my ejaculation contained no seed.”
“Very well,” she replied, and her voice was a mix of emotions. Was she happy or sad because of my words? I could not quite understand. Then again, women were difficult to understand.
“We have much work to do,” I reminded her. “There are many more dungeons to conquer, and you must gain more power over the dark arts. A child will delay those goals, but perhaps in the future.”
“Of course,” Morrigan replied, and her fingers began to roam over the muscles on my chest. “In the future.”
We were silent for a few moments, and my mind wandered through the short conversation. The lovemaking with the beautiful elf maiden had been a sensual and fulfilling experience. I was her master, and she my minion, so I did like the idea of planting my seed in her fertile womb. I imagined her taut belly growing large as our child grew inside of her, and I wondered what the baby would look like once it was born. Would it have her white hair and dark eyes? Or would it have my dark hair and hazel eyes? Would the child be naturally skilled in dark magic? Would it be able to communicate with animals? Would it be a demigod?
The idea was very intriguing.
“I-I have come to a decision,” Morrigan whispered after a while.
“And what decision is that?” I asked.
“Since our initial encounter, I have been observing you just as you have been observing us,” Morrigan said now with her usual blankness. “I have taken note of your skill and have deemed you purposeful. You have taught me how to make love, Master, and now I wish for you to instruct me in the ways of necromancy and fill the gaps in my knowledge.”
“Uh, yes, of course,” I agreed as I felt a smile spread across my lips. The way Morrigan said it, it was as though she were doing me a favor, but I knew this was the best way that she knew how to ask for help. I was ready and willing to give it.
“Good.” Morrigan clasped her hands behind her back. “You will find that I am an excellent pupil.”
“I’m sure that I will,” I said with a chuckle.
Morrigan tilted her head to one side, and her long hair fell across my bare chest. She was clearly unaware of the cause of my amusement, but she said nothing about it.
“Would you like me to teach you how to use death projection?” I asked the white-haired woman.
“Yes, I would find that most beneficial,” Morrigan said with a quick nod.
“Alright then,” I said determinedly. “Let us put our clothes back on.”
We kissed each other quickly and passionately, and then we parted, stood, and each went about putting our clothes back on. As soon as I had put my robe back over my dark armor, I turned to find her dark eyes watching me.
“We’ll start right now, and aim for those trees again.” I gestured to the same trees that I had pointed to before. “First, I want you to study your target. Carefully consider where exactly your aim will be focused.”
Morrigan silently turned to look at the line of trees and squinted her eyes. I waited for a few moments before I spoke again.
“Good,” I finally said. “Now I want you to close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?” Morrigan raised a white eyebrow. “How will I be able to properly aim if my vision i
s--”
I held up a hand to interrupt her. “Don’t worry about that. Close your eyes.” Morrigan pinched her lips together but shut her eyes as I instructed. “That’s right,” I continued. “I want you to visualize your target. Now, tell me how many trees are there?”
“How many trees?” Morrigan said with confusion in her voice. “I am not sure how many--”
“Approximately how long does the group of trees span?” I cut off the elf.
“I do not know the--”
“Open your eyes,” I interjected. Morrigan’s dark eyes flew open, and she stared at me with a perplexed look etched across her pale features. “When I instructed you to study your target, what were you doing at that time?” I asked firmly.
“I simply looked at the trees,” Morrigan said callously. “I was not aware that you wanted me to--”
“Looking is not studying,” I said quickly. “Death projection is not something to be taken lightly. In order for you to accurately aim at your target, you must be informed about your target. Performing death projection without the necessary preparation can result in casualties. It is a dangerous technique. I know that you are up to the task of learning its use, but you must take it seriously. Understood?”
“Understood,” Morrigan said confidently. “I shall improve.”
“You most certainly will improve,” I said with a nod. “My expectations are high. With someone of my caliber as your master, you will be nothing short of impressive. I will teach you all that you need to know. It will not be easy, but your efforts will be greatly rewarded. Once your training is complete, there will be little that can stand in your way.”
“I will strive for perfection as I always do,” Morrigan said with surprising enthusiasm. “I am eager to learn, Master.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I said with a wry grin. “Now let’s try death projection again.”
While the others drifted off to sleep, Morrigan and I trained into the wee hours of the night, stopping only once to break for a meal. The strong-willed elf had been correct, she was indeed an excellent pupil and progressed quickly. After a few more tries, she was able to correctly tell me exactly how many trees were in the group that I had indicated, their height, how long the group of trees spanned, and eventually how far away they were from our position.