A Paladin's Training Ch. 06

"You have, have you?" Maloth asked as Shenla stopped inches away, her breasts almost touching his chest.

"Yes, my Lord," she purred. "The Giants responded immediately, saying they were sending someone to meet us; a Giantess by the name of Nemalinair."

Maloth reached out to pinch one of Shenla's erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger, bringing a moan from the sexy Demoness. "I approve," he said simply. "When do you expect her arrival?"

"Anytime, now," Shenla replied in her sexy drawl, looking down to watch the way Glinda was slurping on his cock. She tousled the Dwarf's raven hair with a grin. "I love her big tits, brother! You certainly know how to find them. When can I get some time with that big pole of yours?"

"Soon, Shenla," Maloth assured her, touching her dark lips with his finger. "One more Binding, and I will be ready for you."

"Can't wait," she breathed before sucking his digit into her mouth.

"With the Giantess expecting Elves," Maloth began. "I will send Ellerion to greet her once she arrives."

Shenla bowed her head slightly. "Of course, my Lord. If there is nothing else, Barrog is still strapped to my bed, and his huge cock is calling to me." Her purple eyes glinted as they met his, with both mischief and arousal.

Maloth siezed a handful of hair at the nape of her neck and crushed her mouth with his, dominating her with his lips and tongue. Shenla melted beneath the kiss, whimpering into his mouth. "You may go," he growled, breaking the kiss. "As long as you remember to whom you belong." He released her, and she turned to leave, but not before he smacked her ripe ass, the firm cheeks bouncing as she sashayed from the room. "Ellerion!" He snapped, turning back to the bed. Glinda followed his movement obediently, her mouth never leaving his cock. The golden-haired Elf looked at Maloth expectantly, awaiting orders. "We must make sure you are prepared for when the Giantess arrives. You will tell her exactly what I want you to tell her, and nothing else. Understand?"

When Ellerion nodded, Maloth pulled Glinda's mouth from his cock and pushed her onto the bed face-first. She squealed delightedly when he climbed on behind her and grasped her by the hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees before shoving his raging shaft into her needy Dwarven cunt. He began to thrust savagely, sending his balls swinging heavily beneath him and Glinda's plump ass rippling as his hips slapped her pale skin. While he fucked, Maloth delivered his instructions to Ellerion, who watched the scene before her with untamed desire in her sapphire eyes.

***

***ARAN -- Ironshire, Ekistair***

Sweat beaded on Aran's bare chest as he sat cross-legged in the warm morning sun, heeding Master Smythe's instruction. They were just outside Ironshire's walls, maybe half a mile away from the town, in a lightly wooded glade far enough from any farms that they were unlikely to be interrupted. Aran's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in intense concentration.

"Focus," Smythe said for what had to be the hundredth time. "Control is the key. Use the breath. You will learn to harness your Gift, and consciously choose how strongly you wish to affect those around you."

Smythe had been teaching him to use his Gift to reach out to people, to feel them, and allow them to feel him. It would give people a sense they could trust him, but not actually influence them in any way. It explained what Aran had done when he'd first met Jeira's husband, Hamlin, where he'd used his Gift to create a feeling of commonality with the other man.

One aspect of the Gift is that it makes one more magnetic to the opposite sex -- or same sex, depending on one's desires -- and Aran would find that unless he kept his Gift suppressed at times, he would be receiving much more attention from nearby women. Not such a horrible concept, but Smythe advised from experience that if one wanted to keep a low profile, being chased around by willing women was not the best way to do so. "It's fun and laughs," the big Paladin had lectured him earlier. "Until a jealous husband turns up at your door with half a dozen friends all carrying clubs."

Aran focused on his breathing. In and out. In and out. Feeling the warm glow of Aros's Gift swell and ebb inside him. He could feel everything around him, see it as if his eyes were open, including Smythe, who was standing off to one side, watching him intently while puffing on that long pipe. Smythe's Gift radiated powerfully from him, and to Aran's mind the man was surrounded by a shining golden aura, invisible to anyone who did not possess the Gift.

"Remember," Smythe warned. "Every woman you Bond with is a direct link to you, and if anyone ever wishes to harm you, they can do it through her. If one of you feels pain, so will the other. If one of you dies, the other will feel agony like nothing else in the world, and it will take a long time to recover."

Aran thought back to when Elaina had told him about her Bonded man dying, and how it had nearly killed her. He resolved to be careful when considering Bonding women in the future; the last thing he wanted was someone getting hurt because of him, especially someone innocent. If anything happened to Jeira, or Liaren, or Induin, Aran would never forgive himself. As he thought of them, his three Bonded women floated into his awareness. Jeira seemed to be at home, or at least he could tell she was in that general direction, many miles away to the south in the Emerin Forest. Induin and Liaren felt much closer, as their home -- the Elven village of Ildernass -- was much closer to the northern border of the Emerin.

Hot pleasure floated across the Bond from the Elvish sisters; they must be making love again, something they seemed to do rather frequently, making Aran wish he could be with them. The warm light inside him continued to rise and fall with his even breath.

"Good," Smythe said, a touch of approval in his gruff voice. "Now, I want you to suppress the Gift as much as you can, reduce it down as far as it will go."

Aran focused, imagining the light shrinking, diminishing, until it was just a pinprick in a dark void.

"Now, reverse it." Smythe barked. "Bring it out, expand it as far as you can imagine."

Aran followed instruction, imagining the light expanding with every breath, growing larger than himself, then out further and further, until he felt he was sitting in a bubble hundreds of feet across.

"Impressive! You learn quickly, lad. Relax."

Exhaling, Aran released the bubble, letting it dissipate. Sweat rolled down his face, chest and back. They had been at this since dawn, and it was not yet midday. He was pleased to hear he was making progress, however.

"This Gift we have is near boundless in its uses," Smythe lectured. Aran opened his eyes to regard his teacher, who was pacing back and forth before him, pipe smoke trailing in his wake. "You have just begun to scratch the surface of what is capable. However!" He stopped, pointing a thick finger at Aran. "The one thing that it cannot do is be used for personal gain. It is not even a choice. Acts of selfish origin simply cannot be performed using the Gift. There must always be a mutual benefit for all involved, else the power simply will not be available to you. Do you understand this?"

Aran nodded, repeating it back to Smythe word for word.

"This means," Smythe began. "You cannot Bond with an unwilling partner, nor can you pleasure them. The Gift gives you strength far above and beyond your normal means, and this power will not make itself available to you if you wish to harm an innocent. Get the idea?"

Aran nodded.

"Good," the big man said, resuming his pacing. "The next thing I will teach you is...."

The lessons continued all day and long into the night, and it was a very weary Aran that finally dropped into bed, asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

***

***MALOTH -- Somewhere in Palistair***

Maloth strode through the wide corridor, Ellerion at his heels. His mother had truly had the gift of foresight, and she'd supplied this underground domain with everything he and Shenla would need, including clothing. A diaphanous gown had been found for Ellerion, the black fabric so thin you could see right through it to the luscious body beneath, and Maloth had chosen a robe of similar style, a loose-fitting garment that ended just past his knees, tied at the waist with a sash. The Giantess was visiting his home, and so would have to adjust to his customs. Ellerion had already greeted the woman outside one of the many concealed entrances to this place before directing her to a suitable sitting room where she could comfortably await Maloth.

"What was your experience of this Giantess?" Maloth asked the Elf without looking back.

"She is impressive, my Lord," Ellerion replied. "And beautiful, too. She seemed eager to meet with you and be on her way."

"Did she say anything of interest?"

"Only that her tribe is expecting her back the day after tomorrow, so if you plan on detaining her, my Lord, you may want to consider that."

Somehow, Ellerion had managed to deliver the advice without sounding like she was telling Maloth his business. The advantage to having Ellerion was that she was well-versed in matters of court and understood how to deal with dignitaries and royalty. Glinda also possessed the same skill. Maloth didn't need the advice, but it was good he wasn't only one using his head. He most certainly did not want to detain the Giantess under these circumstances; the last thing he needed was a clan of angry Giants coming down on top of him.

"Very good," Maloth said simply. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the Elf beaming at what she thought was a compliment. "Let us see where this takes us."

He rounded a corner, passing the entrance to Shenla's quarters. There was no door, just an archway, and Maloth had a full view inside her bedchamber. On the huge round bed in the centre of the room, a massive Orc was chained, ankles and wrists wrapped several times over. The mighty brute -- who had to be at least eight feet tall and over four-hundred pounds of rippling muscle -- roared and strained against his bonds, veins clearly visible on his thickly muscled arms. He was roaring not in anger, but in pleasure, Maloth surmised, as Shenla was bouncing happily on the Orc's thick cock. She was facing away from the door, and Maloth took a moment to admire her plump red ass smacking against the Orc's olive-green thighs, his huge balls bouncing in time to her rhythm.

Ellerion stepped up beside him, fingering the deep neckline of her gown and biting her full lip as she watched Shenla doing what she did best. "We have always fought the Orcs," she whispered breathily, her sapphire eyes gleaming. "But I've heard favourable stories from sisters that have returned from Orc capture, about their insatiable appetites, and their large cocks."

Maloth rolled his eyes. "You hate the Orcs, but you like it when they fuck you?"

Ellerion looked up at him, her perfect face flushed and her expansive chest rising and falling with her excitement. "I've never had the pleasure, my Lord, but if you wish it, I will cease thinking about the brutish, muscular creature in there, as well as his huge cock."

Had Maloth a sense of humour, he would have laughed. Ellerion had been Bound, which meant she would spend the rest of her life in a constant state of arousal, ready to please him in any moment, in any way. He didn't care either way if she wanted to fuck Orcs or not, as long as she didn't get herself injured, and was available when he needed her. "Wait here," he commanded as he stepped into Shenla's room.

He crossed the floor to stand beside the bed, which gave him a different view of the primal rutting between Shenla and the Orc. His sister gazed up at him, her purple eyes filled with lust. Her hips were now grinding hard against the Orc's pelvis, her massive tits swaying with the motion. The big brute lay with his eyes closed and his huge hands locked onto her ass, and he was grunting with the exertion. No doubt Shenla had been at this for hours, and even the stamina of a mighty Orc warrior was no match for a horny Demoness.

Maloth bent his head and kissed her on the mouth. Shenla moaned approvingly into his lips and grasped his lengthening cock, squeezing and stroking as she bucked her hips continually. He allowed himself to enjoy the feeling but stayed in control of his lust. "So, this is your Orc?"

She smiled wickedly, her hips still churning. "Oh, yes, it is, my Lord! This is Barrog. He is strong, and so big!" With one hand still on Maloth's turgid member, her other hand reached back under her ass and squeezed the Orc's balls. "Fill me up one last time, you green bastard! Give me all that dirty Orc come! Fill my wet cunt!"

The Orc bellowed in response, the guttural roar reverberating off the stone walls as he nutted inside Shenla, who screamed through her own climax, head thrown back, lush body trembling.

Shenla laughed as she came down. "Fuck, that was good!" She stretched her arms up, luxuriating in the moment. The height of pleasure for a Demoness of lust was feeling a male's seed erupt inside her, feeding her energy and life-force. Unless she stopped herself, Shenla's playthings died, literally being fucked to death, unless she Bound them, in which case they seemed to gain some sort of protection from being drained.

The big Orc lay still, apparently unconscious. Shenla languidly rolled off the brute, his long cock sliding free of her slick tunnel and slapping wetly against his chiseled stomach. She lay on the silk sheets beside Barrog with her thick thighs open, the Orc's juices visibly leaking from her gaping hole, which quickly reduced to normal size before Maloth's eyes. "I've Bound him, Master," Shenla purred lazily. "I have found him to be more than adequate to serve my needs."

"Good," Maloth replied. "Keep him healthy. I may have uses for him soon."

Shenla just nodded happily and ran a finger through her leaking cunt, bringing some of the creamy fluid to her mouth.

"In the meantime," Maloth began. "You are to visit Eredor. From what Ellerion tells me, King Berenor is a fool who cares more for his image than his Kingdom. If this is true, he should be easy for you to seduce."

Shenla grinned. "Sounds like fun!"

"Leave immediately, sister, and take him with you." Maloth nodded to Barrog. "Even if the Elves won't let him into their realm, you can still leave him somewhere close by."

"As you wish, my Lord," Shenla purred, rising gracefully and stretching her body so as to provide the most pleasing display possible.

"I expect to hear positive results when you return, sister," Maloth said as he turned to leave the room, raking his eyes over Shenla one last time before he did. "I'm headed to see this Giantess," he said over his shoulder. "I will see you upon your return."

"Have fun, my Lord!" Shenla giggled. "I will be!"

"Come!" Maloth ordered Ellerion as he brushed past her. "We have a Giantess to charm."

*

It didn't take them long to reach the quarters where the Giantess was staying. Earlier, Ellerion had been sent out to greet her and direct her to her temporary accommodations. This castle was designed to house many different creatures, and Giants were no exception.

They passed through a towering archway into a cavernous chamber, the black stone ceiling reaching over twenty feet; more than high enough for a fully-grown Giant to stand comfortably. A fireplace Maloth could almost walk into without having to stoop roared fiercely on the opposite side of the room, heating the huge chamber with ease. Before the fire was a Giant-sized padded armchair, occupied by a very large figure. Long black hair tumbled over the back of the chair, almost touching the floor.

"Welcome, Giantess," Maloth greeted in a smooth, deep voice as he strode into the chamber, Ellerion at his heels. "I trust your accommodations are adequate?"

The Giantess turned her head to face him as he moved into her field of view. She was deep brown of complexion, and rather beautiful. She sat straight-backed and proud, hands folded in her lap. She was wearing a green-brown blouse with matching skirt and soft leather boots peeked out from underneath the hem. Large, dark eyes set in a pretty, round face regarded him, only the merest flicker of an eyelid betraying her surprise at his choice of attire.

Maloth was impressed; she hid her emotions well. He moved to stand directly before her, putting himself between her and the fireplace, giving her the slightest inclination of his head. He refused to bow to anyone, especially in his own domain, but a modicum of respect was sometimes in order to appease new allies. He also wanted her to know that her size did not concern him. As it was, standing in front of the seated Giantess, Maloth's head was level with her mountainous bosom. If she were standing, Maloth doubted he would stand any higher than her waist.

"I've been very comfortable, Lord Maloth," she replied smoothly. Her voice was a bass melody, deep yet pleasantly soft and feminine. She offered a friendly smile, white teeth flashing behind full brown lips.

"Excellent," Maloth said, stepping a little closer. "You are welcome to stay as long as it pleases you." Her met her gaze evenly, showing her he was comfortable being at a lower eye level.

"Your generosity is greatly appreciated, Lord Maloth. However, I must be away tomorrow, for my tribe needs me." After a moment, she added, "if it pleases you, my Lord, I should like to reach agreement on the terms of your offer before I take my leave."

Maloth nodded. "As you wish, Giantess."

"Please, my name is Nemalinair. Or Mali, if you prefer." She stood, showing Maloth his head did indeed only reach her waist. To his barely concealed shock, she began undoing the laces of her blouse. "Among my people," Mali explained, "bargains are struck with all parties on an even footing. Usually, this means without clothing, so that all are seen equal."

"Forgive me, Giantess," Maloth began as she casually continued undressing. "But I offered help. Surely you are willing to accept?"

She doffed the blouse, revealing the biggest pair of breasts Maloth had ever seen. Massive and brown, they rode proudly on her chest, capped by dark nipples almost a handspan across. Next came the skirt, pooling on the floor around her ankles. Her body was lush and ripe; beneath her huge bosom was a soft belly - not quite flat but not fat by any means -- full, round hips and luscious thick thighs, between which rested her surprisingly hairless sex, smooth and inviting.

Despite himself, Maloth's cock began to surge at the sight of this deliciously naked giantess. He quickly suppressed it, not wanting her to know he found her attractive. Either she didn't notice, or she pretended not to as she sat on the floor in front of the fire to unlace her boots. Once the boots were off, she crossed her legs beneath her -- seemingly unconcerned with Maloth's unobstructed view of the bald cunt between her thighs -- and waited expectantly. With the Giantess sitting on the floor and Maloth standing, they were more or less at eye level with each other.

"There are always terms," Mali said levelly, her large brown eyes fixed on him. "Even an offer of help can come with a price, and the Giants understand this. We would like to settle this matter honestly, before the help is obtained, rather than after. Besides, I am both curious and wary about the man who has so effectively tamed an Elf Matriarch." She eyed Ellerion, who was standing behind and to one side of Maloth, subservient and meek, as Maloth had ordered, knowing that having a Matriarch at his beck and call would elevate his status in the eyes of this Giantess.