A Dream of Empire Ch. 026

"Aw," Faranya grinned, running a finger through her locks.

"I loved it," Alanna giggled, squeezing her thigh. "I loved giving my friends something to forward to. I loved reading their thoughts as they read my notes... and I loved when they found the courage to write one back. But, one day, one of the instructors discovered what I was doin'. She read the note in front of the whole class, trying to embarrass me or something, and, um... it worked. I stopped for a while."

"That's terrible."

"It's school," Alanna frowned. "But I was addicted, y'know? So, I went to one of my friends for advice. An illusionist. And she told me that the greatest secrets in the world were those hidden in plain sight... and then, well, she showed me how to conceal my notes so that only the recipient could read it. I wrote, like, a thousand notes the day after," Alanna softly laughed, reminiscing on that long-lost sun.

"Aw! That's so cute," Faranya husked. "So, you believe that the Codex acts similarly? That its words are hidden by some sort of hex?"

Alanna turned her attention back to the book. "Not exactly. I don't think the words exist at all. You see these ones?" she asked, pointing at a passage that read 'lorem ipsum'. "It's the exact same as words as these ones here. And these, again," she continued, skimming over the page. "I think it's all gibberish. Nonsense to throw people off. I don't think this book -- sorry, Codex -- has straight knowledge like others do. And I don't think it wants to be read, either. At least, not by unintended recipients. Something would have triggered it by now."

"Hm," Faranya nodded. "So, what do you propose?"

"That you speak to it," Alanna knew, thrusting it back into the elf's lap. "Ask it something broad, something that's bound to challenge one of its triggers, but-"

"I am sorry, Alanna, but I have already tried that."

"Buut, tell the Codex who you are," Alanna giggled. "Why you deserve to be granted its secrets. Enlighten it to your heritage and of your claim to the throne of Elvendom. And, um, say it quietly so I can't hear. My notes only ever appeared when the girl was on her lonesome. Wait, I've one better; you know the Dragontongue, yeah?"

"I do," Faranya cynically replied, glancing at the tome in her lap. "Though, I doubt the Codex is listening. A moment."

Faranya took a minute to conjure her words before she softly cleared her throat. She then spoke the tongue to the Codex - a beautiful, melodic language, punctuated by the soft 's's of a snake's hiss - and fates be with them, the Codex replied.

Ink seeped through the page on Faranya's command, rearranging and painting itself until an enchanting landscape appeared on the paper; a lake, rippling calmly in a springtime breeze. Alanna swore she could smell the fresh air blowing off the water.

"By the Lady... it's... that sure is something," Faranya shakily whispered, her terse words full of wonder.

"What did you ask it?"

"I asked it to show me beauty," Faranya softly replied. She couldn't tear her eyes off the page, but still mustered, "Alanna, you solved it... and so simply at that."

"I got lucky," the enchantress beamed with pride. "Now, ask it something more direct. Like, um, where your family's crypt is." So Talos doesn't kill me, she mused.

More harmonic poetry. More hisses of snakes. Faranya turned the page and, sure enough, a detailed map began to draw itself on the paper -- not only of the crypts, either, but of the inn and the town as well. They were only miles away.

"This is brilliant!" Faranya exclaimed. "Imagine all of the secrets we can extract! Imagine the magnitude of spellcraft needed to create such a masterpiece. I am..."

Faranya eventually found the agency to tear herself away from the Codex, gleefully gazing into Alanna's eyes instead. "Talos does not give you enough credit, dear. The entire route here it was 'Tanya this,' or, 'Tanya that'. Never once did he mention your ability."

"It's just luck," Alanna giggled, shaking her head. "And it's really easy to fall for her. I don't blame him one bit."

"And I believe you are being modest," Faranya smirked. She tossed the Codex aside for now. "You should know, I always liked you most between you and Talos. Even with those eyes of his."

Alanna doubted that statement very much. Memories of Faranya gaily jumping into Talos' arms came to mind. Still, Alanna teased her, "Really? 'Cause I distinctly remember you threatening to enslave me on Dun Aysla."

"F-For your mouth. I meant it as a compliment!" Faranya suddenly and anxiously stammered.

"Just a jest, Faranya," Alanna smiled, squeezing the elf's leg.

She'd done it again. Faranya's thoughts were now turned for the better, and she paid no mind towards Talos' previous transgressions. If she wanted to, she could easily ask Faranya to return to the main hall for supper.

Or...

She could try something else...

"I'm curious, though," Alanna continued, bumping her knees against the elf's. "Would ya still want to enslave me? Now that you know me a li'l better?" she cutely asked, biting her lip for show.

"Excuse me?" Faranya exhaled.

Alanna decided to loosen Faranya's inhibitions with a simple charm, demanding that she be more receptive to new ideas.

"Not in the real. Like, um... like playing roles," Alanna clarified. "I could be your loyal, submissive human, and you could be my evil, domineering elf-mistress. Just like the really-olden days."

"I-It was more a jest. I did not mean to actually enslave-"

"I know!" Alanna giggled, bouncing atop the bed. "We're playing, remember? Don't make me be the evil elf-mistress. Here, ask me to do something."

"Um," a wide-eyed Faranya blinked. "Um. Alright. Take off your coat?"

Straight to it then, Alanna delightfully thought. She popped off of the bed and twirled about, deciding to make a bit of a show out of it. Alanna was so glad she wore such an adorable outfit today. Her gray woolen dress only fell to mid-thigh, conveniently where her thigh-high boots picked up the slack.

"And your boots," Faranya then quickly commanded. "It is, ah. Not appropriate attire for a, err... slave?"

"As you wish, mistress," Alanna obeyed.

Unfortunately, there was no graceful way to remove boots, but Alanna made the best of it. She bent at the waist and pushed her ass towards her elven voyeur, first unlacing one boot, then the other, before shimmying out of them one at a time. Faranya was blushing by the time Alanna twirled about again. She didn't give her another command.

"Should I be on my knees, mistress?" Alanna lewdly suggested.

"Y-Yes. That is appropriate," Faranya hastily nodded.

Watching Alanna sink to her knees before her must have triggered something within the elf, for she began to spout order after order after that. Alanna got herself comfortable, covering her knees with the hem of her dress.

"You can remove my boots while you are there," her play-mistress commanded. "And my socks. And, um, and also rub my feet. And massage my legs, and-"

"One thing at a time, mistress," Alanna giggled, pleased that Faranya was starting to get into the mood.

She eagerly got to her new set of tasks, gingerly removing Faranya's shoes while also bathing in the elf's anxious thoughts. Her knee-high socks came next, revealing the elf's lithe, strong legs, as well as her dainty feet.

Delicate feet that were exhausted from today's jaunt, Alanna knew. She set to massaging her play-mistress; first by pressing her thumbs into her smooth soles, then by rubbing her toes one-by-one. Faranya sighed contentedly, leaning back onto her elbows as her new slave worked her magic.

Then came her calves. Alanna did her best to worship every inch of Faranya's perfectly-smooth legs, knowing they were worthy of the effort. Faranya's long legs were eye-catching when viewed from afar, but from Alanna's current vantage they seemed to stretch on for miles. She danced through the little sighs that Faranya made, sighs which told her she was doing a good job.

Faranya outstretched her legs just as Alanna reached her thighs, giving her her first glimpse of Faranya's lacy panties - that wonderful triangle of desire. Alanna eyes always drifted back to them no matter where she looked, though she gave her best effort to love every inch of the elf's strong, squeezable legs.

And still Alanna continued higher, parting Faranya's legs to get a better view of her pussy. She rubbed Faranya's inner thighs, letting her fingers dance ever closer to her sex, and letting her mind drown in Faranya's cute moans. Faranya's mound looked so enticing through that fabric... so tasty...

Faranya cleared her throat. "Is it, ah... appropriate to ask, if... if you would..."

Alanna noticed her play-mistress's girlcum already wetting the fabric of her panties - and so she knew exactly what to say.

"I wanna taste you, mistress!" she whined, pouting as she gazed up into Faranya's wide, surprised eyes. "I want you to grind against my face until you come and come again. Pleeaaase? Please let me taste you? I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything you want!"

Few things in life satisfied Alanna more than stunning another to silence. She stayed on her knees, docile and at Faranya's service, waiting for any reply that the elf could muster -- and beamed when Faranya finally gave her a curt, hesitant nod.

Then came the flurry. Faranya hiked up her dress, slipped her thumbs into her panties and slid them to her knees before Alanna could even blink. Alanna shoved them the rest of the way down, just as eager, just as excited, and just before Faranya lifted her thighs onto her Alanna's shoulders, parting the way for her slutty play-slave.

Alanna knew her place. She dove onto Faranya's soaked pussy with no pretense of modesty or foreplay. She hummed on her pearl, licked laps up-and-down her slit, and wrapped her mind around her play-mistress, feeling every squirm, every sigh as if they were her own. Faranya tasted so good!

I love your pussy, mistress!

Faranya reached down and clutched Alanna's hair. "A-Ah! D-Did I give you permission to read me, slave?" she stammered.

Alanna popped off of her clit, gasping, "No, mistress! Sorry!" before diving back into heaven. Gods was she intoxicating. Alanna lapped and sucked wherever she pleased, paying close attention to Faranya's clit and outer labia.

"I will need to... ah... punish you, Alanna. You will hardly be allowed to breathe until I have enjoyed half-a-dozen peaks."

And what a delightful punishment that was! Alanna took another gasp of air, pleading for a mercy that she would never want.

"Of course, mistress! Forgive my insolence!"

Faranya's would be eating those words soon enough, Alanna thought as she devoured the elf's sweet pussy. She would take her time coaxing out her partner's first orgasm, but the next dozen would come in haste succession, after which Faranya would then be her slave for the night. Then they could spend the evening loving one another, moaning and crying 'til the sun broke over the mountains. Brilliant.

Alanna slipped two of her fingers between Faranya's slick folds, slowly pumping into her as she worshiped Faranya's clit. She listened to Faranya's moans over the next five minutes to find her favored pace, and just when Alanna was going at a good cadence -- there was a knock at the door.

Shoot! Alanna had forgotten all about Talos. She pulled away from Faranya's crotch and out from under legs, hoping to tell him off before he entered.

"We're-"

"Come in, dear," Faranya answered instead, shooting Alanna a coy smirk as she did.

Alanna cringed when heard the door squeak open. She wasn't quite sure what to do. In the end she was urged to inaction and remained on her knees, inches away from Faranya's drooling pussy. Yet, if Talos finding his bride-to-be in this position a surprise, he didn't betray that fact. He only walked towards them, and said,

"Faranya, I need to apologize to you. I spoke before I thought."

Faranya's ears twitched upon hearing those words, her attention shifting away from Alanna in an instant. She didn't make a move to cover herself, though.

"No, Talos... it is I who should be apologizing," she replied in earnest, albeit out of breath. "Storming away from a stark realization is not a particularly regal act."

"Ah. It's nothin'," he shrugged. Talos made sure to tap his boot against Alanna's leg as he walked past her, then sat down on the bed beside the elf.

"I am glad you think so," Faranya smiled. "If I had but one ask of you, Talos... one ask... it would be that you are made aware of just how heavy your words ring in my ears. Advise me how to better myself, but do not belittle me. I need you to be cognizant of the difference."

"That's fair, and I will. And I'm still sorry."

"I am too," Faranya dreamily sighed. She nearly melted when Talos leaned into her and gave her a quick, one-armed hug.

So much for liking me more, Alanna thought as she squinted up at them.

"Well, glad that's settled. I'm gonna go grab some more supper. Find me when you're done?" Talos said after a moment, rolling his head towards Alanna.

"You could do that," Faranya replied in a sultry whisper. "Or... you could stay. You could watch. Alanna and I were just playing roles. She is acting as my pleasure-slave, and me her mistress."

Talos got to his feet anyway. "Yeah? I've seen that play before."

But Faranya lunged for his wrist before he could take a second step. "Please, Talos. Casiama is not here to judge you. Not to mention that..." she glanced down at Alanna, still on her knees, her heart pumping a mile-a-minute, "You once told me that Alanna enjoyed an audience."

Talos groaned before he answered. He glanced at Alanna, her cheeks undoubtedly beet-red, then back to Faranya, but Alanna knew that the outcome here was inevitable. Talos - any man, really - was much the fool for a pretty face. So, he sat back down on the bed.

"Cover yourself up, at least?" he sighed.

"Were you peeking?" Faranya giggled. She quickly pulled her dress down to cover her sex, just barely, whilst keeping her legs spread to give Alanna access. Then, she beckoned Alanna forward with a curled finger. "Come now, slave."

To say that the mood in the room changed would be an understatement. Alanna hadn't wanted Talos here. She loved him very much, of course, but there was a purity involved when two girls tangled that a man would certainly interrupt; that requited understanding of lust and body. Still, she was at least intrigued by the thought of Talos watching her with someone else, so... Alanna played her part.

She fell onto her hands and knees and submissively crawled towards her play-mistress, nuzzling in under her dress to once again fall prey to her scent. Alanna licked, sucked, nibbled and moaned, deciding to finger her play-mistress again.

"I think I am going to keep your woman," Faranya half-moaned, half-laughed as Alanna's fingers pierced her folds. She leaned back onto Talos, who held her shoulders as she sighed in ecstasy.

"You'll have to fight me for her," Talos joked.

Alanna picked up her rhythm again, paying careful attention to every little twitch, every little sigh that Faranya made, but the closer the elf came to orgasm the more she sunk onto Talos' chest! Alanna could barely see through the fabric of Faranya's dress, but she knew Talos had definitely scooched closer as well. They were hugging, perhaps, or... wait...

Were they cuddling?!

They were! Not only that, but Talos' hands had fallen to the elf's breasts, where he was certainly tweaking her nipples through her dress! In what universe did he think that was okay?!

"Oh! Ah!" Faranya cried, arching her back as she peaked from the combined sensations. She clutched Alanna's hair, sealing Alanna's mouth tightly against her pussy. "Keep on! Pleasure me you whore! You slave! You fucking slut!"

Alanna did as she was told, if only because she had no other choice in the matter. She could tell Talos off later. She sucked on Faranya's clit as her fingers drove deeper into her pussy, causing the elf to buck against her face as she quickly neared another peak.

Then, Talos - in his infinite audacity - leaned towards Faranya's ear and gently blew into it.

Faranya's thighs clamped around Alanna's head as she came for a second time, somehow harder than the first. Alanna knew it hadn't been a coincidence then. Faranya's mind was abuzz with thoughts of him, dreams of him taking her in every position she could fathom.

"By the gods! Talos!" Faranya thoughtlessly screamed.

"Sorry!" Talos coughed, raising his hands as if caught in the candy jar. He quickly rose from the bed to make haste tracks towards the door. "Sorry. I'm outta here, Anya. Find me when you're done, alright?"

"W-Wait on!" Faranya stammered, pushing Alanna away. "Stop-stop-stop! Alanna, slave, you! Do him! Do him now!" she demanded with a pointed finger. Alanna wiped her mouth with a wrist before waddling on her knees towards her man.

Talos had stopped in his tracks by now, but appeared ever-so-hesitant. "Eh... I don't know, Faranya. It's probably best we leave Alanna as our degree of separation," he said.

"And so she is and shall be," the elf instantly retorted. "I am not trying to sleep with you, Talos. Only partake in that same bit of voyeurism you did."

Talos rolled his eyes, then looked for Alanna's opinion. "And what say you, honey?"

Alanna only shrugged, smiling cutely for him and her play-mistress. Talos would only feel her wrath once his cock was between her teeth. "I've no thoughts on it. Tonight I'm only Faranya's domesticated slut," she winked.

Talos pondered on it for another quick moment.

"Well, I'm convinced," he hastily backtracked. "But you're not nearly humiliated enough. Faranya, are you really gonna let your slave keep her clothes?"

The elf twisted towards Alanna. "Oh, I don't know," she grinned. "I find she looks rather winsome like this. But, if you insist... your dress, slave."

"Yes, mistress," Alanna obeyed, grumbling.

She made another show of undressing, more so for Faranya than her man. She pulled down one sleeve of her dress, then the other, then wiggled out of the wool garment until it bunched around her feet, exposing near all of her body except for the little bit of skin her socks concealed. She waited for the approving nod from her play-mistress, then found her place on her knees once more.

"What a beautiful slave you have, Anya," Talos said wholeheartedly. Alanna blushed, meekly lowering her gaze.

"Gratitude," Faranya gently laughed, brushing her knuckles over Alanna's cheek. "She is my greatest pride. My greatest tool as well, having sucked many a cock on my behalf. Each one she's pleased dreams of her lips thereafter. No other slave of mine comes close."

Faranya then brushed her fingers against Alanna's lips, and Alanna knew it was her place to suck on them. Gently. Sensually, just like Faranya's greatest bedslave would. Alanna gazed up at her play-mistress as she slowly bobbed on her fingers, and a hot, pulsing moment passed between them before Faranya looked away.

"Would you like to try her yourself, Talos?" she sultrily asked, sliding her digits from Alanna's mouth.

"Uh, yeah," he coughed. "I think I would."

Alanna's heart skipped a beat. She finally tore her gaze away from her play-mistress, only to find Talos already naked for her. And hard.