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Chapter Thirty-Five: Home
The group, ready to leave Coldwater, found a quiet side street, and Laela opened a portal. Jorgen made sure to pay attention to the magic this time, and tried to understand what was happening. The energy he felt built slowly, then there was a surge, and some sort of pop, only then did the actual portal appear. Once it did, the energy was almost entirely gone. Or, it was still here, but was being pulled into the portal before he could sense it.
The group walked through. Lillie didn't even pause, though it was her first time, and Jorgen was last again.
They appeared in the plot next to Laela's cottage, and Keira and Jorgen stood by as Laela and Lillie made plans to meet for lunch in the canteen, which Jorgen promised to show her. Laela finely let them go, and he let Keira lead the way, answering Lillie's questions about the village.
His little brat was ecstatic. It was a relief to see her really coming back to life. The village was a lot for her to take in, so they paused a few times, including in the market so she could ask about everything on sale, and again over the bridge to marvel at the trees.
In the market, Jorgen had looked for the elf who had sold him the bow, but she was not there, and her stall was taken by an elf selling lovely blown-glass windchimes in a multitude of shapes and colors. The big man ended up buying one for Lillie, but his mind was still on the bow.
He needed to fix things with Traya, somehow. And find out why she wanted Selene to have that bow. His best guess was that the ranger had something to do with the movement. He didn't know if Tiana was the leader, but he suspected it. And of course it had something to do with Selene.
Maybe he wouldn't have to work too hard to make her a grand duchess after all.
That turned the barbarian's thoughts to the duke. He had gotten the impression that Teiran was a different kind of inorei. He wondered about that, then his mind wandered to his own inorei. Lyn probably needed some attention, he decided.
**
"..is there a temple?," Lillie asked, bringing Jorgen back to the present.
Keira was enjoying her role as tour guide, and her pride in Selani village shone through.
"There is, on Tenari," she said, and gestured to the northeast. The forest cathedral was hazy, and its gold-and-green ambience was punctured by brilliant rays of sun that found a path through the canopy. They could see Tenari's massive trunk, but only the underside of its platform.
Keira continued, "The entire upper level is a temple. There are shrines to several of the gods, and an altar where elves.. where we used to pray to the others, as well."
The ranger captain paused for a moment. Jorgen wasn't entirely sure what elves thought or felt about this disconnect from their past. He knew that there were seventy-seven gods in the elven pantheon, but contemporary elves prayed only to Aleisa. He wondered if there were exceptions.
Keira had made a point of mentioning the shrines. The barbarian thought it was interesting that elves didn't seem to be hiding from or running from that past. They hadn't removed the shrines. They just seemed to accept that they'd changed, and Keira's tone, as she trailed off, sounded respectful.
She continued, "Aleisa's altar stands before a magnificent mithril-infused moonwood statue of the goddess. It's probably the single most expensive thing in the village, so one ranger is always on station at the temple. Not that elves out here are big thieves, but we guard it anyway."
Keira, rambled on as they climbed Ruitan's spiral stair, "It's one of our favorite postings. The temple is serene and the life energy up there is pure, but it has a golden clarity - really hard to describe. Anyway, it's a great place to practice te'erein. Rangers learn to meditate, expanding our awareness of our environment even as we work on our own magic."
"I heard that elves still do sacrifices?," Lillie asked, sounding excited at the prospect.
Keira laughed musically and Lillie joined in with her own adorable giggle. The group had stopped halfway up the staircase, and Jorgen watched as two rangers appeared, and began to prod curious elves along, guiding them around the barbarian and his companions.
Keira finally recovered and began climbing again. She answered Lillie's question, "Yes, we do sacrifices. Some food, or a belonging.. or semen, if we're asking the goddess for a child. Despite what you might have heard, we don't usually sacrifice baby half-elves. Sorry to disappoint."
Lillie grinned at the beautiful elf, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. Jorgen wondered if the little bard had told any tales of elven sacrifices.
Thinking back to the statue, he asked, "How do they infuse mithril in wood?"
They reached the upper platform and Keira led Jorgen and Lillie towards the bridge. She stopped on a small path between two cottages. Her posture had straightened and she turned to meet Jorgen's gaze. The big man was struck by the profound intelligence he saw in her elven eyes, each a deep blue ocean of hidden knowledge.
"That's a really good question, sir," she started, "There's a famous moonwood grove in Mythedorlor. Every several years, at varying intervals, the trees are watered with a solution of mithril, diluted nitric acid, and phosphate, and some other things I can't quite remember - sorry, sir. In any case, the year that follows is called en'asla. Something like "the forging" in Athean."
Keira frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, but carried on before Jorgen could think of a response.
"We poison the tree, sir, and it responds by fusing its cells to the metal contaminant, growing despite the attack on itself. Some years their growth explodes, and other years they barely grow at all. En'asla is unpredictable, and over the course of its life, the tree will create alternating rings of infused layers, of varying thicknesses and intensity."
Jorgen nodded, he could almost see the struggling tree from her description.
The beautiful elf continued, and her soulful eyes glimmered with emotion, "The years were the tree struggled, sir, that creates rings that are thin, but they have a brilliant intensity. Conversely, the years where the tree overcame the en'asla and grew well, that creates rings that are thicker but less brilliant. It's up to the artist to expose those rings to greatest effect. Moonwood is incredibly hard, even when it's not infused with durable mithril, so it takes a very long time to work with it. Only masters ever get the chance."
"Wow, Keira, you know so much," Lillie gushed.
The captain smiled and blinked away her tears, "Rangers think about trees a lot."
"That makes sense," Lillie said.
Jorgen winked at Keira. His instinct to pull her in for a hug was tempered by her proud bearing. The disciplined captain of Selani Village's rangers didn't need to be comforted by a hug, he decided, at least not in public.
**
The group found Lyn in the canteen, talking to what Jorgen thought was another inorei. The big man decided to make a statement.
"Ari," he said, coming up behind the pretty little elf.
"M-master!," she cried, and turned to beam up at the golden-maned barbarian with adoration in her big green eyes. Jorgen noticed that they shone almost aqua in the early afternoon sunlight.
Projecting his masculine voice enough that nearby elves turned to watch, Jorgen spoke in a gentle rumble, "How is my little girl?"
The inorei blushed a deep pink, and the barbarian reached out and stroked the tip of her long elven ear with his thick fingers, and followed it down to her jaw. He traced across her soft, youthful cheek, until the big pad of his thumb found her plump lips. They parted automatically and the tip of her dainty pink tongue appeared. Jorgen followed it into her mouth, and she suckled lewdly.
After a few moments, while Lyn gazed at the big man in a lusty daze, working her little tongue around the circumference of his girthy digit, he finally pulled out. He pulled Lyn's bottom lip down as he drew away, and a string of saliva connected them until it finally snapped, and drool ran down the pretty elf's chin.
"Good girl."
Lyn gripped the barbarian's muscled forearm with both of her dainty hands, and closed her eyes for a few seconds before responding, a little shakily.
"T-Thank you, master. I'm doing well. Especially now that you're back. Welcome home!"
The barbarian grinned at the adorable inorei, "Thanks, little Lyn. Who's your friend?"
"Oh goddess, I'm sorry. This is Valya, master, he's a healer."
Nodding amicably at the effeminate elf, Jorgen said, "Well met, Valya. It's good to meet one of Lyn's little friends."
Valya was staring open-mouthed. She was another pretty little inorei with blonde hair and blue eyes. Jorgen figured this was one of the 'friends' that Lyn messed around with.
The inorei recovered, and her expressive eyes glittered as she scanned the barbarian's face, then his massive body.
"I-I yes," she started, "it's very nice to meet you, master Jorgen. It's truly a pleasure."
"I have no doubt," Jorgen said. He winked and the elf blushed fiercely.
Turning back to Lyn, he said, "I just stopped by to introduce Lillie. She'll be with us from now on. Family."
Lyn nodded somberly, and turned to the bubbly half-elf, who had been watching the scene with barely-contained excitement. The inorei spoke in her soft, sonorous voice. Lillie reigned herself in and managed to focus on the introduction.
"Dear Lillie," Lyn said, "Welcome to our growing family. We have all heard much about you. I look forward to spending time together."
She added, with an adorably shy smile, "I have ever met a half-elf before.. You are so pretty."
Valya interrupted before Lillie could reply, "Excuse me, sir. I apologize if this is impertinent, but why do you call Lyn a 'girl'?"
"Because she is my girl. Lyn, why don't you explain over lunch? It shouldn't be too different than when you explained it to Selene."
Lyn smiled up at Jorgen. She was blushing, but he didn't see any shame, just a little shyness.
"I was hoping to get to that today, master. Thank you for the opening."
"Good," the big man said, with a nod, "Enjoy your lunch, you two."
**
As the trio strolled through the canteen, towards the guest house, Jorgen said, "Brat, this is where you'll meet you mother tomorrow."
"Got it, thank you daddy."
"Sir," Keira asked, "why do you call Lyn a girl? Isn't that embarrassing for him?"
"For her, you mean, captain. Look at me, then look at her. The question answers itself."
"It does, sir, I'm not arguing that.. 'she' is masculine. I'm just curious. I assume it's about your humiliation kink, sir?"
"Well, yes," Jorgen admitted, "but it's not only about that. I am freeing her to be what she is. The fact that a little gentle humiliation plays into that is a bonus. Did she seem to mind?"
"Well, no.. she seemed almost orgasmic."
"She might have had a small one. I bet there's a wet spot on her tights."
"I hear they all have small ones," Lillie chimed in.
Keira rolled her eyes but they sparkled in amusement. Jorgen nodded at the little brat.
"I suppose it has something to do with our quest?," Keira asked.
"Yep," the big man grinned.
"I knew she was a girl from the start," Lillie said, "A very pretty one."
The barbarian just smiled at that. He was glad he wasn't the only one who saw it that way.
Nobody was downstairs at the guest house, so Jorgen showed Lillie around. The half-elf was fascinated by the communal bath. She stripped down and jumped into the largest pool before the barbarian could object. He and Keira sat down and watched the petite elvish sexpot play around. He noticed the goosebumps on her perfect, youthful skin, and her very erect pink nipples.
While they enjoyed the view, the barbarian told his bodyguard about the oil pit. She went silent, but had a thoughtful look. Studying her beautiful, stoic face, Jorgen knew that recruiting the blonde elven ranger was one of his better decisions in life.. or afterlife.
"Let's go, brat. You can use this room anytime. There's also bath in my apartment and one for the smaller rooms upstairs to share."
"Yes daddy," the wet and naked half-elf pouted, but moved to get out of the pool. Keira brought her a towel and Jorgen appreciated the view as the perky little spinner dried off.
"So, daddy," she began, while fluffing her mop of brown and gold hair, "Lyn and my mom call you 'master' all the time. That seems pretty intense. Are they like slaves?"
"Hmm. With Lyn, close enough. It's a life debt thing. I don't make her say it, for what it's worth. Your mother is just a little insane."
"Yes, a little," she agreed, pulling on her dainty undershorts, "But, daddy.. what do you do with Lyn?"
The barbarian held back a chuckle and responded casually, "Oh, just normal slave stuff."
"Like whipping her, and having your way with her?"
"No. I'm not into pain, not much beyond spankings anyway."
"I'm glad you like spankings, daddy."
"I know you are, brat. I mostly just give her orgasms and call her a good girl."
"I love when you call me that."
"We know," teased Keira.
**
Lillie finished dressing, and Jorgen called out, "Lys!"
"Yes master," she said, appearing at the door in moments.
"It's good to see you, elfling. Everything alright around here?"
"Yes master, no problems. Elder Tiana has decided to forego further dinner discussions and asked that you just visit her at your convenience."
"Mistress is at the ranger training yard," she continued, "sparring."
Keira stiffened at that. Jorgen thought that she was probably worried about her rangers. Or maybe it was just the thought of Selene improving.
The elfling maid finished, "And Tisia had some additional clothing delivered, master."
"Good news with Tiana. Well done, Lys. As for the clothes, they go to the very back of the wardrobe."
"Yes master, and thank you."
Jorgen cleared his throat, then said, "Baroness Raelys Asata, I'd like to introduce you to Lillie Oren. She's a member of our close family."
"It's a pleasure, mistress Lillie. Please call me Lys."
Lillie looked back and forth between Jorgen and Lys, "'Baroness', 'Master'.. I'm so confused. But it's nice to meet you anyway, Lys, and I love your outfit!"
Lys beamed and did a quick spin to show off her skimpy uniform. The skirt lifted from her long pale legs, all the way to her slender hips. Jorgen noticed that she was not wearing underwear, and that there was a familiar dark glass handle peeking out from between her tiny round butt cheeks. He held his tongue.
"Thank you!," she gushed, then launched into a rapid explanation. Jorgen had never seen the awkward elfling so excited.
"It's a maid uniform," Lys said, "I saw something like it in Nathelas, on a human attendant to the Areisian ambassador. So, I sewed one for myself. But I made some changes. Hers was too conservative. I'd be happy to make you one, but only for private activities. It's also the official uniform for master Jorgen's maids. But if you'd like to become a maid I'd be happy to interview you for the position."
Jorgen thought it best to cut the conversation short. The two elflings, or half-elfling in Lillie's case, were going to get into trouble together, he was certain. He didn't feel a need to watch the maelstrom of mischief develop.
"Lys, show Lillie to her room. I think you have one set aside?"
"Indeed master, it's the nearest of the smaller rooms to your and the mistress' apartments. It's next to Keira's room as well."
"Excellent, good work, Lys."
He had almost said 'good girl.'
"Lillie, let's have dinner in my apartment tonight. I'll introduce you to Selene. Lys will handle the details."
"Understood, master."
"Alright, daddy. I've never had a room of my own. So, thank you."
Then the little half-elf jumped into the barbarian's arms, and he wrapped her perfect little body in his massive embrace.
"Welcome home, brat," Jorgen rumbled, gripping her bubbly ass and kissing her adorable button nose. The pair kissed, and kissed, then kissed a couple more times before the big man put her down.
"I'm glad you're here, Lillie. A hole in my life is filled."
"Mistress Lillie, please follow me."
As Lillie followed Lys up the stairs, Jorgen turned to Keira.
"I'll be staying in I think. You?"
"I'm actually going to go get some training in. I've been neglecting it."
"That wouldn't have anything to do with Selene, would it?"
The beautiful elf deflected smoothly, "I am a ranger and your bodyguard, sir, training is an important part of the job."
"Alright. We'll have to do some training together one of these days. I'm not big on technique in general, but I've learned a few things."
"Indeed, sir, why use technique when you can just tear people in half?," the captain said, with a wicked grin.
Jorgen grinned back, and Keira nodded, then headed upstairs to change. He followed as far as his own apartment.
Then, of course, the huge barbarian stripped down to soak in his hot bath, where he dozed off.
**
"Master!"
Jorgen woke in his big tub, still perfectly hot, and turned to find his tomboy princess stripping out of some dark grey leather armor. It was similar to the ranger leathers, but it was clearly a custom set. It was thicker, with three layers of hardened leather instead of two, Or perhaps there was something else between the layers. The design and stitching indicated a much higher quality, as well. Higher quality than the Areisian nobles who came to Palla to play war, who wore the most impressive armor that the barbarian had ever seen, until now.
"Hello princess," he said, as her chest piece fell to the floor with a thud, "You're a sight for sore eyes. I've missed you."
"Hmm."
Then the silvery elf leapt gracefully into the tub, barely causing a ripple, and straddled her massive master's hips. She leaned in for a few dozen kisses.
"Fine. It seems like you MIGHT have missed me. I guess Keira didn't work hard enough at stealing you away."
"Princess," the barbarian admonished, "Your old rival is NOT competing with you over me. Neither of you will ever steal me. I am my own man, slutty elf. I also happen to love you to pieces. But keep me out of your rivalry."
"The oil pit will help with that," he added.
"The oil what?"
"You'll see. I will tell you that I intend for Captain Keira to be a mentor to you. I know that you probably find that highly unlikely. My willpower," Jorgen warned, "will win out over your little rivalry, I promise."
Selene was not impressed, "What could that bitch possibly mentor ME on?"
"Poise, maturity and discipline, off the top of my head."
She growled, and ground down on Jorgen's erect cock, "Are you fucking with me, human?"
"'Human,' again, princess? If it wouldn't ruin my nice bath, I'd be tickling you for that."
Selene's steely eyes gleamed and smoldered, but Jorgen cut her off before she could reply. Her powerful elven fingers and sharp little nails dug into the big man's shoulders, but he didn't react.
"Listen, princess, I told you I want you to follow your path. And I do. As long as it matches my path for you."
"W-"
"Grand Duchess Selene."
Selene was glaring daggers, and still grinding on Jorgen's massive cock.
"And part of that path is shaping you to be the leader I KNOW you want to be. Keira will be helping me do just that."
"M-"
"And yes I'm going to be fucking her."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me. And you get to watch."
"YOU WILL NOT! I'LL TEAR HER THROAT OUT."
"Then I'll get Lys to hold you while I fuck your rival to screaming orgasms. Maybe Lys can use her plug to distract you."
"As if that little twig could hold me," Selene snarled.
Jorgen's deep voice was calm, unperturbed by the princess's tantrum. He was enjoying it, and she could tell.
"She will have ropes and gags."
"YOU BETTER NOT! I WON'T ALLOW IT!"
"So, princess, you're fine with me fucking Captain Keira, but not with watching?"
"YES! NO!"
"I knew you would want to watch"
"You f-fuuuuu- mmmnnnggguuuhh!"
The lithe, beautiful elf was thrusting her hips now, all power and grace. Jorgen caught her molten steel glare, and wasn't surprised to find intense arousal just beneath the ferocious surface. They hadn't connected yet, not fully, but he knew it was coming.
Jorgen's blue eyes twinkled, dancing between her intensely beautiful steely greys. Mithril, he thought, remembering Traya's flattering description. Selene was thrusting up and down his length with increasing fervor.
The big man rumbled, "Are you going to come for me, princess?"
"N-NOOO! YES! Fu-uck I h-hate youu.. r-right now! Oh fuuuck mmmaassteerr.. j-just.. fuck me pleeease!"
Jorgen thought that was a great idea. He stood to his full height in a single motion, lifting the lithe elf like she weighed nothing. She squealed and started pounding on his chest while he carried her to the washbasin. The barbarian proceeded to tickle the gorgeous princess until she was screaming bloody murder. She had pissed on his abs. He felt the wet warmth running down to the base of his throbbing cock, then down his thighs and onto the floor.
Elf piss smelled like baked apples, Jorgen noticed. He wasn't surprised.
But he squeezed her full, perky tits and growled, "Your little sister is going to have to clean that up, slutty elf."
Selene caught her breath, "Oh goddess, master, what are going to do to me? I'm sorry master.. Oh goddess from behind?"
Jorgen had dropped the tall, athletic elf to her feet, spun her around, then forced her down over the wash basin. She grunted when he kicked her long legs open. Then he wrapped a massive hand around her slender throat, and she moaned lustily. He lifted her chin until she was looking at herself in the mirror.
Jorgen growled, his calm, teasing demeanor had given way to the conquering barbarian, "This human is about to fuck you into a drooling puddle, princess."
"As if you could, barbarian!"
He caught her eyes then. It happened. The steel melted, the souls connected, and the barbarian bent his knees and slammed his cock home. Jorgen stared into her eyes as they widened in shock, both from what she found in her mate's eyes, and the invading monster of throbbing steel that had just split her in two. Then she screamed.
"OH FUCK!"
Selene came instantly, then came again, and Jorgen hadn't even started.
The massive human barbarian pounded the gorgeous, helpless elven princess for a lifetime. It never stopped. She cried, she screamed, she moaned, she grunted, she groaned, she begged, but he wouldn't stop. She told him how much she loved him, that she'd do anything he ever wanted, but he didn't stop. And the beautiful steely-eyed slutty elf came and came. The bathroom was flooded with her come and her piss, and her screams echoed off the walls.
Jorgen finally unloaded into her elven womb, her cervix sucked wildly at the tip of his cock to swallow geyser after geyser of come, until her womb could hold no more, and foamy seed spurted from her channel with every grinding, pulsing thrust. Selene came a last time, feeling his molten release fill her to bursting, then she passed out. The big man caught her, and pulled out as he lifted her into his arms. He felt his cum gush out of Selene's hot swollen swollen pussy, onto his bicep, as he carried her from the room.
Fucking beautiful, he thought, as he laid her gently into his bed.
**
"So that's Selene," a mischievous voice purred behind Jorgen, "She does have an amazing ass. And the silver hair is beautiful."
"Told you."
"I had to eat dinner alone while I listened to you ruin that slutty elf. Well, I got up and watched a bunch too."
"I thought you'd enjoy that."
"Pfft. She doesn't have my stamina, daddy. I hope you have a few more in you."
"You're a freak of nature, brat. Look at that body."
They did, for a minute or two. Lillie had the big man reposition Selene a couple of times, so she could get a good look. He demonstrated her flexibility and they studied her lax muscles, flexing with the motions.
Lys was in the corner, standing in her little maid posture with her skinny legs trembling. Jorgen ignored her.
"Fine, she's built like a goddess of hunting or war or something," the half-elf admitted.
"I know," Jorgen agreed, "How your little body can handle anything like this strong, lithe, athletic elf is a mystery."
"I'm magic, daddy."
"We'll see."
And then the god-like golden barbarian bent his little brat over his beautiful princess and fucked her unconscious too. Lillie suckled Selene's tit at one point. Jorgen flicked her small pointy ear when he caught her biting a too hard. Lillie screamed and came.
He followed soon after, then arranged it so his girls would wake in each other's arms, his cum leaking out of them both. It was so wrong.
Jorgen loved his afterlife.
***