by D. R. Rosier
The king however, looked rather stern as he looked me over, and I could practically see him judging me, and finding me wanting when it came to his little girl. I didn’t mind all that much truthfully, I imagined I’d be looking at my daughter’s mate with equal harshness when the time came. I was pretty sure it was a rule, apparently one that transcended worlds and species.
Kaylessa said, “Welcome to Lelmalond.”
That was the third time I’d heard that, and still wasn’t feeling particularly welcomed, or at least, only by a few.
I smiled, and really meant it despite my last thought, “Thank you, your majesty.”
Orum cleared his throat.
“We thank you officially on behalf of our race, for the gifts of the tree, and mage revealing ring. Personally, I’d like to thank you for risking yourself to save my daughter and heir, as well as my youngest.”
He paused for a moment, “There is also the matter of trade, and your offer to train and empower a couple of our people to be flesh sculptors. Two opportunities we wish to pursue during your visit with us. Our last sculptors died hundreds of years ago, while on a research expedition in the forest to further understand our delicate ecology.”
Kaylessa added after a glance at her husband.
“We also want to extend your welcome to our city, and hope to make it more permanent. I would appreciate the chance to see my daughter occasionally, and to get to know you as well. Will you join us for a private dinner this evening?”
There was some unhappy muttering at that announcement, but so low that only everyone but the humans could understand it. I wasn’t so sure I was thrilled with the idea of visiting a whole bunch either… except, it was clear that Saria loved her sister and parents, just as passionately as she hated her brothers. That more than anything decided me.
I replied, “I’d be pleased to accept your invitation.”
The king moved his gaze to Sianna, “I understand princess, that you are authorized to negotiate on behalf of your mother?”
Sianna said, “Yes, your majesty.”
The king said, “Very good. I’ll ensure Desirae makes time to speak with you about it during your visit, but anything you two agree on must be ratified by me.”
I held back my smirk, if he only knew they’d already gotten a good start.
There was an awkward pause, and I noticed the nobles were getting more restless, not to mention the slight sneers on the princes’ faces. It was honestly a bit disturbing. Karana and Saria both had a predatory edge to them, all elves did. In my mates, it turned me on quite a bit, in the scouts that protected us on our journeys it made me feel safer to have that fierceness on my side, but in a roomful of elves that disliked me it was rather… disconcerting, and scary.
Regardless, there was obviously something they wanted from me, or from the king. Elven politics might be as cut throat as human ones, but it was far more transparent. Elves were not subtle, and almost violently blunt and straightforward. Most of them looked angry at the queen’s announcement that I was welcome here at any time, and I wondered where the other half were, the ones that supported me I mean.
Maybe they hadn’t bothered to show up.
Oh, from what Saria had intimated, there were more subtle undercurrents, and political maneuvering and backstabbing, but I wasn’t seeing it. Maybe the outright hostility was covering it up, or maybe the elves were just too outraged at a human’s presence in their precious city to hold their tempers?
Or, maybe there were two layers of politics, all the time.
The king waved his hand reluctantly, “Baron Galen, why don’t you share your concerns.”
Kaylessa looked rather worried, and Desirae looked annoyed.
Galen said, “While we appreciate what you’ve done for us, it gives you no right to dictate to us on the rules of a sculptor. You don’t know us, or our society, we don’t need you telling us how to live our lives, and what’s right and wrong. Humans are greedy and selfish, and I admit there is some wisdom in your unreasonable demands in this area in their case.”
I replied confidently, “I agree completely Baron.”
Galen looked surprised, “You do?”
I nodded, “I’m afraid there might be a misunderstanding here. The price of the oath is for passing my knowledge on to a pupil, or apprentice as you call it. The oath is for the right to be called a healer, a physician, and a doctor. But that knowledge comes with many dangers if someone should abuse it, dangers that would make what King Hanson was capable of look like a mere parlor tricks. I won’t deny that worry is a part of my thinking, but in truth it is my oath, from my original world, that prevents me from sharing that knowledge with anyone that does not share that oath.”
I cleared my throat, “This is not the whole oath I have taken understand, but a part of it. To hold my teacher in this art equal to my own parents; to make him partner in my livelihood; when he is in need of money to share mine with him; to consider his family as my own brothers, and to teach them this art, if they want to learn it, without fee or indenture; to impart precept, oral instruction, and all other instruction to my own sons, the sons of my teacher, and to indentured pupils who have taken the physician’s oath, but to nobody else.”
I continued after a beat, “I will not become an oath breaker, and share that knowledge with anyone who doesn’t give that oath, merely to sooth your outrage. Do I believe the oath is necessary to stop abuses? Perhaps, but in the end that doesn’t matter. I’ll give you the same choice I gave to Queen Sera.”
I paused for a moment.
“I can teach your flesh sculptors to be far more effective. It can be a calling, instead of a birthright, something passed from teacher to student along with the knowledge of how to use it, with the oath. The other option I gave the queen is to simply do what you seem to wish. I will make someone you trust, that the throne trusts, a flesh sculptor. One that will have a chance of having sons or daughters with that ability. But… in that case, I will teach them nothing. They will be able to keep you healthy, and even fix some things on a genetic level, but they will not have nearly the same facility as I do. It’s not a boast, but a simple fact that your princess can verify.”
I shrugged, “You’re right, I have no right to force my way on you, all I can do is give you the choice of what path to take, within the limits of my own actions and oath. I can also promise a big difference. An elf I trained, and under the oath, will be able to improve your armor, your survivability in the forest, and grant other wonders and conveniences. In my humble opinion, it is worth the cost of the oath, if you so choose.”
The baron looked thoughtful as he nodded, and then stepped back into the crowd.
The king asked, “Does anyone still stand against this course of action? I for one would rather see those improvements to our kingdom. I also apologize for giving you incorrect information, this is the first I’ve heard of my daughter’s mate being bound by oath.”
No one spoke, which was honestly surprising, wasn’t there always one? I examined the large group by the throne, and I could see the anger on a few faces including the princes. I decided some still hated me, but had also decided they’d look foolish if they opposed my plan any further. Hopefully, they wouldn’t take more aggressive measures in private.
That… would be far more likely after two years though, wouldn’t it? Even the people that hated me didn’t want to lose the potential of flesh sculptors forever, and I was the last one. Maybe I had a little time before I had to start dodging assassination attempts.
Or maybe, I was giving them far more credit than they deserved. At least the two princes had already almost had me killed, which would have ended flesh sculptors forever. Fucking morons.
Kaylessa said, “Enjoy our hospitality, we will see you tonight.”
The five of us bowed, and left the room, Desirae stayed behind. I imagined as heir it was her place to be in the throne room.
When we arrived back at the guest suite, Saria and Karana excha
nged a glance, and Karana nodded slightly.
I wondered what it was about, but only for about two seconds, because Saria grabbed my hand and pulled me firmly into the bedroom, and then shut the door…
Chapter Seventeen
Then she was wrapped around me and kissing me hungrily. I gripped her ass to hold her up as her legs went around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck. Her lips were soft silk against mine, but demanding and hungry as she devoured me and ground against my quickly hardening cock.
She was breathy as she broke it, “Talk later, please James, I need you. I’m so sorry…”
I cut her off with a kiss, and then nipped her lip right before I plundered her mouth with my tongue. I sighed in pleasure into her mouth, when I felt her armor melt off her body. I broke the kiss when I felt her pull up on my shirt, and then she tossed it onto the ground carelessly. Her hand rubbed firmly down my chest, and between us to work open my breeches as she kissed my neck and pressed her warm supple breasts against my chest.
I tossed her onto the bed and pushed down my pants. I admired her in that single moment. Her exotically beautiful thin face, long silver white hair, sultry dark blue eyes, and the pouty bottom lip of her bowed lips. Her B cup tits were perfectly rounded and stood up proudly on her body, and when she turned and started to crawl up the mattress, I licked my lips unconsciously at her pert and supple sexy little bubbled ass cheeks, and the glistening wet mound that peaked at me between her slightly parted legs.
“You are so beautiful, my love.”
All thoughts of my anger, or the wall was gone, as desire, love, and a deep need to cherish, adore, and protect my mate rose within me. There was also a hell of a lot of lust, need, and insane chemistry between us. We’d probably make love too, but not right that moment.
She rolled onto her back with a sultry smile, her needy, lusty, and loving eyes never leaving my own as I crawled up between her legs.
I bent my head, and enjoyed the sweet scent of my mate, mixed with her strong arousal, as I kissed her thighs, and then dove in to taste her.
She gasped at the touch of my tongue, and her body bucked, “Fuck, James, I need…”
She trailed off, maybe knowing I wouldn’t listen and take her before I was done feasting on her sweet and beautiful sex. I’d barely gotten three licks of her moist heaven before her legs twisted around me, and I got flipped onto my back lying sideways at the end of the bed. In one fast smooth athletic movement, she mounted me and impaled herself with a gasp of utter delight as I sunk through her folds and into her flesh.
The predatory look of lust in her eyes and the tight sheath of her body around my cock head sent shivers of pleasures through my body.
She started to bounce on my cock in an almost hungry desperation to take all of me, and I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers firmly into her supple flesh as I started to thrust up into her. When she was fully buried, she sat up straight with her back arched, and started to move in tight little circles. She looked so sexy, like a goddess riding me, and she was so tight and warm around me.
She practically growled in relief, “That’s what I needed.”
I reached up and grasped her nipples, pinching, squeezing, and pulling on them roughly. She liked her tits played with, and a little roughly, they weren’t nearly as sensitive as Regina’s and Sianna’s were. Really, it was just short of mauling them, and she loved it, it also made her pussy tighten around me even more.
She gasped and leaned down into my hand with a whimper of pain and pleasure, and then started to swivel her hips and bounce on my cock. It felt incredible, she was so tight and wet, and she was fucking me so fast that the silken wet friction was beyond just intense. It wasn’t easy to spear up into her at the same pace, but I managed.
Barely.
Then we rutted, or she fucked my brains out, fucked like rabbits? All crude metaphors for what we were doing, but the only short descriptions that could approach the truth of our furiously wild coupling. Our emotions were high, our love and lust rose between us and shined in our locked eyes, making the rest of the world fade away. There was only her body giving me pleasure, her eyes telling me how much she missed me last night, and how sorry she was. How much she loved me, needed me, desired me. There was her scent, the feeling of intense euphoria that quickly rose to rival the lust as we coupled with an eager reckless abandon that bordered on desperate, if not fully crossing the line.
Despite our harsh fucking, I was telling her over and over again how much I loved and needed her.
“Come for me,” I demanded in a gasp, as I once again pinched and pulled her nipples with thumb and forefinger, twisting slightly while my other fingers roughly squeezed her breasts together with kneading movements.
She gasped, and her whole body shuddered, then trembled as she came undone above me. Her pussy squeezed me convulsingly as I moved my hands down and around, grabbed her ass to keep her above me, and started to drill up into her as fast and hard as I could.
“You feel so fucking good. I love your tight little pussy.”
She gasped and shook, as she bounced on my cock helplessly as she was completely lost in the pleasure of ecstatic bliss.
I grunted, felt my legs go numb, and pumped up hard two more times before pushing her down firmly as I joined her in paradise. My cock pulsed and throbbed, as I filled her up. I lost all sense of muscle control as well, but I managed to hold onto her ass tightly as she collapsed onto me.
She kissed me passionately, as soon as we could move again.
“You love my pussy?” she asked still a little breathless.
I nodded, “And your beauty, your heart, and those gorgeous blue eyes.”
She smirked, and nibbled my lips, “I love your fat pussy stretching cock, so I guess we’re even. I also love the way you look at me with those warm hungry hazel eyes. I’m sorry about last night. Karana will apologize tonight, it’s her turn anyway. We don’t really have that long, we’re meeting Desirae for lunch, and I wanted to give you a tour of the city.”
“I love you, I’m sorry too. That was… intense.”
She smiled, “So is how I feel about my mate. I wish I was fertile, I’m horribly jealous of your human mates, and I want your baby in me.”
My cock twitched, hard. That thing was always betraying my true thoughts with non-verbal answers.
She grinned, “Good to know.”
I rolled and flipped us, and then pinned her legs back over my shoulders.
“I love you, and I want that too. One more month.”
She asked, “Couldn’t you… speed things up?”
I shook my head, and then said, “I could, but I’m not sure what that would do to your body long term, I want to knock you up, but it isn’t worth the risk.”
Chances are it’d be fine, but if she miscarried because of our impatience it would kill me.
I pulled out painfully slowly, and she moaned breathily in pleasure as I sunk back in even slower, then she ground up against me the best she could.
Saria asked, “Do you like my sister?”
Strange question to be asking when I’d just started to make love to her.
“Yes, she almost makes up for your brothers. She seems friendly and open now, I can’t imagine…” I trailed off.
Saria nodded, “How sweet and open she was before she was enslaved to her own body? Yeah, maybe in a few years you will. She’s recovering faster than I expected, but I fear she’ll never be truly the same again.”
I asked, “Why do you ask, does she like me?”
Saria smirked, “Let’s just say it’s a good thing I got my claws in you first.”
My cock twitched, really hard, and then I froze like a deer in the headlights.
She laughed, an honest delighted laugh that let me relax, “You pervert, you like that idea, do you?”
“Honestly? I think of her as the sister she is to me, I’m not really interested in her in that way, and never even entertained that idea. But, she is a stron
g attractive woman, which seems to be my weakness.”
She smirked, “Never?”
I shook my head, “Admittedly, probably more because of what she went through than the other reason, but no.”
She squeezed herself around me, and I took that to mean I needed to get going, and I started to make love to her again, slowly and sweetly. She sighed in decadent pleasure, as I teased her mouth with my own.
She sighed breathily in pleasure as I buried myself into her, and said softly, “That’s probably a good thing, my people would never accept a human king. Damn James, I really do love your cock, especially that little circle grind you do, it’s… fuck,” she gasped, “Hitting all the good spots.”
I twitched inside her, “And I really love your tight wet pussy. I love everything about you. Body, mind, and soul.”
She smiled almost shyly at that compliment, that clearly came from my heart, and our eyes locked together in an intimate embrace. All the joking and teasing fell away as we formed an intense connection. The mostly sated lust simmered in the background as all the soft feelings of love, adoration, protectiveness, and cherishing devotion rose in my chest and into my eyes, and I could see the echo of it in hers.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my Saria, or at least, nothing that she’d be willing to ask me for. She’d never ask me to betray my oath or word, and everything else was on the table. I loved her so much, and like earlier that morning with Regina and Sianna, the bond of love, trust, and desire deepened between us, and grew stronger than ever before, as I loved my mate with my body.
It wasn’t the sex that did it, or even making love, though that vulnerability was certainly part of it. It was the act of total surrender, as we gave to each other all that we were. A renewal and strengthening of the trust that was broken and betrayed by a drug and the bad intentions of others.
I just wished I had more time to love on her, for hours and hours, as it was, I loved her to completion several more times over the short half hour we had left. I watched in loving awe, at the vulnerability and complete surrender in her eyes, and the beauty of her face and body under the throes of blissful rapture. She was nothing short of breathtakingly magnificent. Then I took… no, I gave her my own pleasure, as I finally reached completion myself…