A Dream of Empire Ch. 009

Will you take her?

"Nah," he answered truthfully between kisses of her cheek.

Alanna began rocking her hips against Talos under the water, and leaned against him to keep herself steady. She pressed her tits against his chest, and her thighs found his manhood.

You want to, the enchantress declared omnisciently.

Talos kissed her on the lips, parting them with his. Alanna grinded her womanhood against his cock under the water, moaning softly into his mouth. She continued rocking her hips when he broke the kiss, although she did open her eyes.

"Can you blame me?" he smirked.

"Hmm? Oh... of course not, honey," Alanna smiled sultrily. "But she's... mmh... a pretty distracting friend."

Talos' hands slid past Alanna's hips, finding her voluptuous ass. He held the girl tightly, and slowly penetrated her cunt. It wasn't particularly pleasant submerged, but the sorceress moaned all the same.

"Call it my penance," Talos said as he slid in further.

Why her? The man didn't answer aloud, knowing it would upset her. She's intelligent. Interesting. Driven. Loyal. Alanna read it on his mind anyway, scratching her displeasure into his shoulders as he fucked her.

"Don't make me jealous," Alanna pouted cutely. Talos complained with a smile after a quick peck of her lips.

"Alanna. Nothing compares to you."

"So... you would obey me, if I asked you to... uhn... to never... see her again?"

"Of course. I also know you would never ask that of me," Talos answered softly, halting his advance into her poorly-lubricated pussy. "Besides. You'll grow to like her."

Alanna bit her lip lustfully, gazing into her man's eyes. She knew unerringly that his last statement was an absolute truth. With the pair's mental binding, she would soon grow fond of Tatiana just as Talos was, without having much of a choice in the matter. It was likely already happening, behind the scenes and out-of-mind. Perhaps she would end up taking the sorceress in black...

"At least you're into womenfolk," Talos jested, clearly reading her thoughts. He kissed her neck again.

"You're lucky I'm not into other menfolk," she joked huskily in turn. The kisses abruptly stopped. Talos glanced off to the side, as if pondering some horrid truth.

"Yeah... actually... yeah," Talos nodded with an instant concern. "That's a good point. Never change, sweetie."

Alanna laughed, moaned, then pressed her nose against his. "I love you, Talos," she said with with a lustful enthusiasm, gazing into his penetrating eyes.

Will you ask me to take her? Like Casiama?

"No."

"You and me, then?" she moaned.

"I'm... no, honey. Girls like her aren't taken. They're romanced. A song and a dance, a supper over candlelight. I could never give her that, for I have no love left to give."

Alanna smiled, although she feared that answer. It only meant one thing, coming from him.

"Gods damnit. Don't get all... emotional with me, now. Sometimes lust can just be lust," she sighed, rocking against him. She tried unsuccessfully to slide further down Talos' cock, then groaned softly in disappointment from the pain. The water made it frustratingly impossible to impale herself on his thick manhood.

"Yeah, I know. I'm, uh, not leaving the pool though. Not yet," Talos smirked. He was enjoying the spring's warmth as much as she was.

"Nor am I... just... hold onto me," she moaned into his shoulder, rocking against him sensually as the minutes turned to hours.

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Casiama and Faranya joined them in the hotsprings just before sunset, just as Alanna and Talos were working on their second bottle of wine. Not to be outdone, Casiama summoned her own bottles of fine drink for herself and her new friend, as well as glimmering glassware. She would show only the best for a royal of Remilla this night. At least, until the wine started speaking for her later in the evening.

Tatiana returned soon after, finding every other soul in Dun Aysla naked, in the water, and enjoying wine and conversation. This, understandably, made the sorceress nervous. She declined the first request to drink from Alanna, then the second from Casiama. Talos soon removed himself from the pool and threw his pants on, to sit beside the sorceress in black against one of the walls of the chamber. Alanna remained with her fellow humans, albeit naked and within the hot spring. They talked about nothing of importance for another hour, as the elven princesses across the pool enjoyed their own discussions and wine.

Eventually, Casiama swam towards Alanna's side of the pool, with reddened cheeks and the most egregiously-guilt-ridden grin. The enchantress met her halfway, wrapping her alabaster arms around the elf's tanned neck. Casiama leaned in to whisper into Alanna's ear.

"I'm really drunk," the elf giggled, far louder than a whisper. Alanna smiled, pecking the gorgeous elf on the nose. "How are you, slut?"

Alanna giggled at her playfulness, rubbing her cheek against Casiama's. "I'm alright. Missing you."

"Aw! But I am just over..." Casiama arched an arm over her shoulder, "there. Well, I was there. Hey! Honey, remember when..." she glanced around the chamber, spotting Tatiana and Talos at the far end of the pool. She leaned in to actually whisper to Alanna.

"Remember when you said I could not whore out Talos?"

"Cass..."

"Well... I may have... whored you out, instead," Casiama giggled, puffing her cheeks happily. "To serve Faranya and I. Do you accept?"

Alanna smirked. "Is this something you'll regret in the morning?"

"Maybe?" the elf shrugged cutely. Alanna kissed her nose again, then pointed over her shoulder.

"Aww," she cooed, "of course I'll be your whore, Cass. But, let me ask Talos first," Alanna was certainly feeling the wine as well, but clearly not as much as her elven lover was. She would need to remedy that before tonight transformed into an orgy.

After taking another chug from her wine bottle, Alanna eventually swam towards Talos, who was seated against a stone wall with Tatiana. Clothed.

"My love?" she asked, unnecessarily getting his attention.

"Honey?"

"Do you mind if I..." Alanna looked to the side, pretending she still had an ounce of modesty, "sate the Princess Faranya?"

Talos shrugged, smirking. "I don't care what you do with girls. You know that."

Alanna found herself blushing. "I... I'm only asking about Faranya. And only this one time..."

"Oh. Well in that case, honey... sure, you can sate the princess. This one time," Talos grinned, wagging a finger. "I'll even pretend to be angry if you do it again."

The enchantress wrinkled her nose, her cheeks reddening further. She didn't have the courage to speak her next ask in front of an audience.

Care to join us? All... of us?

"No thanks," he replied aloud, briefly confusing Tatiana beside him.

You'd really turn that down? Alanna smirked, turning away from his accusatory gaze.

It would be rude to our guest, Talos replied silently, smirking. Alanna only shrugged, then swam away towards the elves across the pool.

"Your loss, love. You're welcome to change your mind," she cooed as she swam. Talos' eyes remained fixed on her curvy, alabaster body as she moved through the water. He may have sighed.

"You, um. Don't have to... miss an opportunity. 'Cause of me. I brought books," Tatiana stammered. Talos nudged her shoulder, pushed himself up, then nodded towards the door.

"Look at the stars with me?" he asked warmly. She nodded, smiling, and soon followed in his wake towards the courtyard of Dun Aysla.

Alanna didn't care about any of that. She instead swam towards the two naked, gorgeous elves, leaning against a side of the spring, just next to the large marble statue.

"Is Talos coming?" Casiama asked as the auburn-haired beauty neared. Alanna shook her head.

"Just me. Just..." Alanna paused, smirking towards the red-faced Faranya, "Casiama's whore. As requested."

Faranya only nodded with wide eyes in response to the human's candor, failing a haughty retort. Alanna found it almost charming that an elf so self-assured could be brought to silence through a bottle of wine and a forthright statement of lust. Casiama giggled and lifted herself from the pool gracefully, sitting so her legs were draped over the side.

Alanna giggled from her lover's display of enthusiasm. "Any luck with the royal sanctum?" she asked, not at all expecting the double entendre. Faranya shook her head.

"No. Well, sort of. The first door unlocked successfully, thanks to Casiama, behind which there was a second barrier guarded by another phrase. 'By the Gods we were wrought, of the Gods we have sought.' We decided on wine instead, and to tackle that preposterous rhyme on the morning."

"Any ideas?" Casiama asked the curvy sorceress. She shook her head, shrugging cutely.

"Nope. I dunno what your gods seek."

"Hence why we did not ask you, human," Faranya haughtily replied. Finally.

"Aw! Don't pay her any mind, honey," Casiama said gleefully, "she's just upset. But... oh hey, Faranya! Watch how human girls kiss one another, then tell me that they are not the best."

Alanna smiled. "Well, not all human girls appreciate-"

"Kiss me!" Casiama pleaded, or perhaps commanded of her with a finger pointed towards her pussy. The red-faced sorceress shrugged, still treading water, and gripped both of Casiama's legs to pull her butt closer to the edge of the pool. Then, she pushed her legs further apart.

"With pleasure," Alanna teased, tying her hair back in a simple ponytail as she gazed hungrily on Casiama's wettened womanhood. She settled on it's gleaming sweetness slowly, ensuring her throat didn't hit the edge of the pool. She pulled Casiama closer to compensate, then slid her arms under her knees.

A sigh slipped from Casiama's lips from the first tentative lick against her pearl. She was already moaning with ecstacy when Alanna started working her tongue against it, and Casiama was soon forced to her back as she held Alanna's head in place. Lips met lips, and Alanna sucked audibly on her sweet clit as the elves continued to converse.

"Truly? They just... devour one another?" Faranya asked, her words dripping with lust. Casiama's answer was moaned, rather than spoken.

"Yes... oh my Lady, yes. Yes they do."

"Can I...?"

"Wait your turrrn..." Casiama groaned, clenching her eyes shut. Alanna brought two exploratory fingers to the elf's sopping cunt, slipping them inside and pressed against her inner sensitivity as she worked her pearl with her mouth.

Casiama withstood two minutes of the assault, panting for air as Alanna released herself with a lustful grin, breaking a strand of saliva with a finger. Casiama didn't open her eyes; she only pointed a finger to her right, towards the blonde elf.

Alanna grinned, playing along. "My mistress asked me to please you, Faranya."

"Y-your... mistress?"

Alanna giggled, nodding along. She wondered how much Casiama had told the princess of their relationship, whether she knew that they were only roleplaying or not. Faranya's thoughts were clouded only by a lustful curiosity, and did not answer Alanna's question.

"And I cannot tell her no," Alanna added for dramatic effect, motioning towards the stone with an open palm. "Please, lay like her."

Faranya did, lifting herself from the pool after a hesitant nod. She shut her eyes as well, laying back onto the cold, wet stone. Alanna swam between her legs.

The enchantress knew all girls, even elves, were wired in roughly the same manner. She had enough experience to be considered an expert on the subject; yet, Alanna always entered the mind of a fresh lover as she pleasured her, only to ensure her beliefs were correct. And perhaps for a bit of a confidence boost, as well.

As an example, she half-expected the self-assured princess would have enjoyed an instant, overloading assault, rather than the simple kisses and subtle licks that her mind clearly favored. Her pearl still received most of the attention, and Alanna kissed and sucked on it sensually, but she also found that the skin beside the elf's blonde nether-hair was almost as sensitive as the passage between her folds. Alanna let her hands explore the region softly, slowly, and purposefully as she worked the princess's nub with her mouth.

"How... how...?" Faranya whimpered. Casiama rolled onto her side, resting her head on her hand. She wouldn't dare answer and potentially distract the blonde princess.

Alanna explored Faranya's inner walls with a finger as she hummed on the elf's pearl, feeling her peak building brick-by-brick. The enchantress determined on letting her ride it out slowly, if only to give her a good introduction to the art.

A jolt of pleasure clouded her mind further. Alanna found the elf's inner sensitivity, and kept a fingertip pressed against it as she continued to hum. Faranya would be squirming under her within a minute. Her lithe legs clenched shut around Alanna's head, likely uncontrollably. The sorceress forced them to reopen with her free hand.

"Yes! Yes!"

And the crescendo. Alanna sucked on the elf's clit for all she was worth, while fucking her sweet womanhood with a single finger, and soon forced her to orgasm. She would continue the assault for another minute past her peak, drinking in her pleasure both mentally and physically, even bringing her to another jolting climax before she unlocked her lips.

"Goodness," Faranya panted as the human swam away from her. She found the strength to lift herself onto her ass. "Keep that up, Alanna, and I will never let you leave."

Alanna winked, diving under the water to clean herself, and perhaps hide her shame. She wondered what her other half was up to when she resurfaced. She shut her eyes and reached out to him.

She instantly found herself laying in the moon-lit courtyard of the fortress, staring off contentedly into the night sky beside a trusted friend. The moon was nearly full this night, a fact which would normally hinder a stargazer's efforts, had they cared about the stars at all...

"What's it like, Talos? Being merged with an enchantress?" Tatiana whispered softly, laying on the man's cloak with him. Her legs and arms were innocently crossed, her mind permanently unreadable.

"S'pose it would be different for everyone," Talos shrugged, answering noncommitally.

"Yes, but. What's it like for you?"

He sighed at first, feigning worry. "It's strange. Everything about it is bizarre. All of it should concern me, but for whatever reason... none of it does. Imagine, um, that you're spending time with your best friend. You're compatible; you share the same hobbies perhaps, you share the same gods, the same meals from time-to-time. Every time you see them brings color to your life, just for them being a part of it."

Talos paused, glancing at Tatiana's pursed lips as she gazed moonward.

"Now, imagine them never leaving your side. They're always standing beside you; they're beside you when you eat, when you sleep, hells even when you're relieving yourself. There isn't one moment they're not with you, yet you don't mind it whatsoever; for whatever reason, you've convinced yourself that you would not have it any other way."

"Mhm," Tatiana murmured softly. Unreadable.

"Then, over time, you start taking cues from them. Their mannerisms, the way they see things, their wants, everything diffuses due to your constant proximity... until one day you wake up and you look at them, and you're not just seeing them; you see a bit of yourself there too. And just after a season... you realize they're just as inseparable as your own legs."

"I see."

"And it's quite intrinsic. I, for example, can read minds now. Sort of. Though, sometimes I'm not even sure if it's even my wish to read them in the first place... if that makes sense."

"Yes. It does, Talos."

Talos waited almost a minute for a reply then rolled to his side, smirking. "Say more than that, Tatiana." The sorceress sighed, then took in quite the gasp of air.

"Well... I'm now aware I must further apologize to Alanna," she answered nervously, "for I did not originally see her as inseparable from you. I've studied the merge, mind you, but its description in the tomes seemed too optimistic when I first read of it. It's nice to get corroboration of the text, I suppose. But now I find myself realizing that I treated her inappropriately. Since she's you."

"Yeah. Yeah, you did... but, the good news is that she couldn't have a friendlier soul. Also we sort of... share opinions of people. She's very close with Cass now, even though she hated her a season ago. I find myself sympathizing with others that I wouldn't have before. It's interesting, really."

Tatiana finally showed her beautiful smile, albeit towards the sky. "So you're saying she will soon want to eat me, as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Talos grinned. Giggles from the sorceress, who kept her gaze turned away.

"Nothing, Talos. Can I be forthright for a moment?"

"You needn't ask."

"I find the whole idea of your binding unfortunate. And, I'm not saying that out of jealousy; I truly believe that you were destined for wondrous things. In all of history, I don't think there's ever been a man with more heart to do the right thing, the courage to do it, and then the capability to see it done. Or if there was, I haven't read of them. And yet, your... leg only hinders you. Your leg forces you to limp through life, rather than stride through it with full capability. It may very well keep you out of the history books."

"Well, I'm already in-"

"More than Santaria, Talos. I think you could do anything. I mean, you didn't even have twenty years of age when you uplifted an entire race of people from servitude, but then you did absolutely nothing with it. For all we know, you could have been a king by now had you continued."

Talos' smirk disappeared. Disappointment over his life choices wasn't a common feeling for the man, yet they came on all the same.

"Perhaps. I freely admit that I ran away from it all. I never sought commemoration for my deeds, or dreamt of empire. Because if being in the books means doing... doing what I did in Santaria, then I pray to all the gods that I'm never in the histories again. The tales you read of are far more rosy than the ones I lived. But, I suppose that's what makes human history so absurd in the end."

Tatiana's gaze flickered Talos' way. She smiled, noticing he was on his side, and turned to her own to face him.

"What do you mean?" she pouted.

"We," Talos replied, motioning between their hearts, "meaning humans, only read of histories with an optimistic nostalgia. We only read of the victories of mankind, because all the other histories were destroyed within razed cities, or were never written at all. Those stories ended sadly, and in reality they are far more common than the opposite. I think that focus on victory skews one's outlook on the past, as if humanity is some noble, all-persevering race who cannot fail. We forget the sadness of a town lost to reavers, the helplessness of being under siege, the cries of thousands being slaughtered..."

Tatiana nodded. "Not to be a contrarian, since I'm with you entirely, but isn't that optimistic outlook what makes humanity so ambitious? Imagine if we did keep all of those histories. We would be nostalgic of bitterness and hatred for one another, rather than of hope and perseverance."

"Mm. Plenty of bitterness and hatred already, I suppose. I'm only saying that there's another, unwritten side to every tale that you read."