Going Feet First Ch. 01

If Celia wanted to feel love, to give love, and to stay with her newfound Galen, she had to be ready to do just that.

Another one of her clan sisters just screamed in orgasm, Galen's moans coming soon after as he filled her with his baby-cream. Four down. Only one more elf and then he was all hers. There were forty others in the tree that desired his ravishing cock between their thighs but she had already made her reservation.

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Galen yawned as he once again tried to get a rise from his body. Four elven girls he had laid. Four women he had satisfied. But as beautiful as they all were, the continuous act of filling their bodies was taking its toll. Dark bags were beginning to form under his eyes and a slight ache developed in his lower back. He had no idea how much longer he could go.

As he came to the next basket, however, he had no more trouble in bringing his little soldier back to attention.

An elven girl screamed in pleasure as her trembling fingers massaged her breasts while another clan-sister buried her face between her thighs. These two elves both had light red eyes, well-rounded breasts, and firm, curvy bottoms that shifted constantly in their sweaty lovemaking. Both the heavenly beings had matching snowy white skin that seemingly sparkled in the pink fire light. With long, fiery red hair and matching crimson auras bonding to make the entire basket glow red he instantly nicknamed them the "fire twins" in his mind.

"Galen!" screamed the one elf, causing her sister to pull her lips away from her cunt just in time to watch her sister's juices 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 them, lining his shaft up with the one who couldn't hold in her moans. Fresh off of one orgasm, she couldn't fight the shriek that escaped her as Galen pushed up into her body. Her cries were quickly silenced however as her twin's lips pressed against hers, her warm tongue snaking in to dance with hers while his cock pounded her insides.

"Try not to scream so much, dear twin," the top sister whispered as she broke the kiss. "Or else you may wake the Calia herself when his seed enters your body."

As his hips slammed into the back of her thighs, she squealed, "I can't help it, sister! My body is too sensitive!"

"Then let me keep that tongue of yours silent for you..." She came in for the kiss again, but even this experienced elven temptress didn't expect him to grab onto her hips. Her eyes widened in confusion as her lower body was lifted up by a set of strong arms and then lowered with her thighs coming to rest on Galen's shoulders.

The young man's newly -tutored tongue dove into her vulva, playing between her folds to draw a scream out of her porcelain lips. He reveled in their now unified cries as he buried his face deeper into her. His tongue darted about in a zigzag pattern all the way up her slit until he came to the top of her labia and then went down again. Then he pecked playfully at her nub with his lips, kissing it, squeezing it, all before licking over it 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 suddenly echoed through his mind as he pressed his lips over the elf's pink buzzer. Once again the slick tip of his tongue poked forth to tickle it and made her entire body squirm.

That's it Galen, the elder'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 fiery elf. The nectar of her sister was flowing over his chin and dripping down his chest as he failed to lap all of it up in time. Her thighs began to clamp down around his head as she drew closer to orgasm, her twin at the receiving end of his cock having already shook with her second climax. And third. And fourth. The fur bed beneath them was soaked in her succus as it streamed past his cock and over her cheeks, her muscles going completely limp as her eyes rolled back.

"I'm coming," Galen grunted.

"Inside my sister!" the top twin cried, "give us child!"

He thrust forward, sinking his cock as deep as he possibly could as his seed spurted one final time into the waiting womb of a tree elf. When that last drop was squeezed from him, he let the other elven girl off his shoulders and pulled his spent tool from its burning sheath.

"Amazing..." the one girl mumbled as a bead of cum began oozing from her thoroughly fucked snatch. The two sisters, now shaking dazedly, snuggled up with one another while extending a hand out to Galen to beg him to stay. With a bit of regret the soldier shook his head and he staggered to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he panted. "But I gotta go."

"To Celia," one girl giggled, "she is... much with luck to have you. Enjoy all, Galen."

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"Celia?" the soldier called as he stumbled up the ramp that encompassed the Great Tree.

"Here!" she responded in elvish, waving down to him from her basket.

Drowsily getting one foot in front of the other, the young soldier followed the voice calling to him from above. A wide 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 and struggle 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, still just as naked as when he'd left her. "I have a gift for you."

"Hmm?" He faced the elder, a questioning eye brow raised at her sudden appearance.

Tanza placed a glowing hand on his chest and sent his entire body into a violent shiver. Each second her hand remained in contact with him seemingly sucked more 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. We are only a zetran and a half past noon now, and the rest of the day is yours. Spend it wisely," she cooed while turning and descending down the ramp.

In the next moment, Galen's head snapped up to look at Celia. Without a moment's hesitation he began running with a renewed vigor to bolt up the tree to get to her. 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 started rubbing her sex in anticipation.

"Celia?" he called as he approached the basket.

"I'm here, love," she called.

Finally, he was standing before her, his body fully exposed. The site of his manhood excited her to no end, making her cheeks flush gold and making her turn 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 met with hers. In an instant 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, she found him 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 to finally give up her innocence was lost. Her long ears drooping low, she laid her head down against his chest and let the rhythmic beats inside sooth her falling spirits.

He probably couldn't continue anyway. Not after five girls, she excused.

It was a terrible reason even if it was true. But she needed to quell the sad feeling rising inside her and forget that the opportunity for which she had waited eighty years had been lost.

But he came for me. When he had nothing left, he came for me.

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.

But 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 as the came together again. All the energy she had saved up for their night together was drained away as she utilized this spell. Without Galen's manhood to ride it all out on, she knew it would be better served pouring into this one piece of very special magic.

When the spell had finished, her body collapsed against his. A cold sweat broke out over her skin as she was left shivering and panting as she desperately tried to warm her body with his. Within seconds of draping his arms around her, of cozying her frail form against his firm mass, 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 her basket. Both his and the green-haired elf's bodies were still naked and he noticed now that her bare breasts were firmly pressed against his chest. An initial concern with modesty struck him, but then quickly vanished as he remembered that the only one of the elves to be wearing anything was Tanza in her new, 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. Even Tanza raised an eye brow as she was fairly surprised herself with what she just heard.

"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. And once he made this realization, he was asking himself how he could he speak a language that he had never known before? Instinctively, he pressed two fingers to his tongue and 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 with her arms wrapped around his chest as she stared up into his eyes.

Taking notice of the girl's smitten look, Tanza explained, "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? He didn't know what to say. Or have a clue how this came on so fast. With a life so open with nature, it seemed to him that love for these elves was easier found beyond the physical base and straight to an emotional one. After all, they had been able to peer literally into his soul. Perhaps Celia liked what she found. He knew 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?" he asked, looking up at the elder.

"If you cannot make your penis rise to the challenge again, then you leave," Tanza said simply. "We commence your last ceremonies and send you on your way as we ready ourselves for tomorrow."

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. With one pair of girls, Tanza had to threaten the use of her own magic to keep them from knocking him down and wielding their spells to get a rise out of him to straddle. Even as the soldier apologized the remainder of the clan gave stiff "hrmphs" before they stormed off to sulk. Not even taking a second glance at their grand disappointment.

Shrugging off their anger and cold shoulders, the private tucked in his T-shirt and tightened up his belt before pulling 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 in some places and poked full of holes in others. Now it looked like it came right off a production line.

As though she had read his mind, Tanza explained, "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 as they had been before."

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..." he muttered as his gold-glowing companion hugged onto his arm. Together they trailed behind Tanza and some of the others of the clan as they made their way down the ramp to the bottom of the tree. There they found themselves watched as many elves peeked down from above. Some sitting with their feet hanging off the ramp while others peered over the side of their baskets to see what would happen next. Many more respectfully gathered around the cauldron and exchanged tearful looks with Celia as their elder took her seat in her throne.

"Galen," she began crossing her legs and relaxing her arms on the rests, "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 and 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, only when he took to his knee and bowed his head, he heard the cauldron before him begin to bubble.

"Mighty Atzlar," Tanza chanted, her white aura increasing in brightness, "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 quickly chose to defy physics as it floated into the air and hold in place over the pot without moving. For a moment Galen wondered what it was doing but then it suddenly began to sizzle. Without warning it shot through the air and hit 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. And then the green wrappings fell away.

A massive figure stepped forth from growth. 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 newly forming armor.

This botanical humanoid stepped down from the plant just before 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 with little clicks sounded from his neck. When Galen wondered to be amazed or terrified, it finally turned toward him and grinned.

"Who is the lucky lady?" he abruptly roared with a hearty laugh, standing up straight and planting his fists on his hips.

The young soldier could only 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 material that crinkled as he smiled with a mouth filled of wooden teeth while his stone eyes scanned about the room. 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.