Tender Mercies

*****

Ancaruin roared in outrage. He had felt it clearly, the 3rd and 4th keys had been placed in the dragon portal, all but freeing his metallic cousins. He exploded fourth from his lair, catching many of the giants that lived as his servants unaware and slaying them in his haste. Taking to the skies, he flew to the south, easily tracking Alesha's army.

Alesha. It had been her all along that had caused this to happen. She had forced the hand of her companions, turning the favor of the Gods into their hands. Ancaruin snorted in mid air, great flames jetting from his nostrils. The Gods were nothing, he could best any of them, so long as he fought them one at a time. They were foolish to trust Alesha with running their armies. Had they waited and shown the patience that any dragon earns with age, they would have known better then to push things ere everything was in place.

Ancaruin descended upon the army, a great and terrible shape looming out of the sky. They fled before him, terrified of his greatness in spite of knowing they served him. Summoning the commanders of the army, he told them he was taking over, and they were marching south. The elves dared to gather an army, and the good dragons sought to end their banishment prematurely by betraying the agreement. Lies, in total or in part, they served Ancaruin well by forging the armies together in hatred of the goodly aligned folk. The other chromatic dragons in the army snorted and rent the earth with their rage at the news of the metallic dragons. Battle would be joined, and soon.

*****

Alesha awoke, drawing in a deep shuddering breath. She was laying in some warm water, and could not place herself. A gasp of surprise caused her to look to the side. Her little brother was standing beside the tub she was laying in, forgotten tears running down his cheeks. His mouth was hanging open, afraid to speak.

"Brian, what's the matter?" She asked, remembering clearly all of a sudden where she was and what had happened.

"Y....you... you're not dead! The blow dryer fell in the tub and you started twitching and then the lights went out and then you kinda disappeared for a second, but now you're here... except... you're different. You look different. And you have clothes on?" The boy was very confused. He had seen his sister naked before, in fact, he often tried to peek on her when she was showering or bathing or sleeping nude. He would masturbate if he could, or if not, he would fantasize about her laying their nude later and masturbate. But this time he felt he had killed her by trying to pick on her and see her naked, he had felt terrible.

Alesha looked around, remembering everything. She looked down at herself and saw the armor she still wore, as well as the sword clenched in her hand. At the foot of the tub, she saw her hair dryer, laying in the water. She smiled reassuringly to her brother and stood up from the tub slowly, hiding the sword behind her back.

"Turn around, Brian," Alesha said, sheathing her blade after he had done so. She quickly undid the straps and buckles on her armor, doing everything by hand because she was afraid of what would happen if she tried to use her magic. In moments, she stood naked behind him anyhow.

"Okay, you can look now."

Her brother turned around and looked at her. His eyes were even wider now. He had wondered sometimes whether she had teased him by letting him catch glimpses of her naked from time to time, but never anything like this. "God you're beautiful!" He whispered, his eyes darting back between her magnificent breasts and her hairless pussy.

"I'm okay, Brian, here, let me prove it to you." Alesha sank to her knees in front of her 18 year old brother and pulled his shorts down. His cock was already growing hard in his underwear, making it even easier to fish out then normal. Alesha licked up and down it a few times before opening her mouth and swallowing it down in her throat. Brian's instincts took over. Feeling the wonderful sensations Alesha's warm and moist mouth and throat created, he started bucking against her face. A tiny voice in his head said that what he was doing was wrong, but he ignored it. The same voice then warned him that he might be hurting his sister, but he ignored that too. It helped when Alesha moaned encouragement around her phallus pacifier. He groaned and rammed harder into her mouth, exploding violently into her throat. Alesha pulled him back and left just the tip of his cock in her mouth, sucking every last drop of sperm out of him that she could. A few moments later, she kissed the tip of his cock and smiled at him.

"Thanks Brian, I needed that!" She said, turning and picking her armor and equipment up. Seeing her bent over in front of him, exposing her pussy and asshole to him, sent a surge through her virgin brother.

Without realizing that he had done it, Brian moved behind Alesha and grabbed her hips. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled wickedly. "Not done with me yet, are you?"

"Huh uh," Brian said, guiding his cock into the slick folds of her pussy. Alesha pushed back against him, and in moments Brian had his first feeling of a warm and tight pussy wrapped around him. He bucked against her like a madman, the blowjob already forgotten. A little longer this time, but not much, and he was filling her quim with his boy cream. Alesha moaned and had her own miniature orgasm when he did, drawing as much pleasure out of it as possible.

"That's enough, brother, anymore and your parents might find out," Alesha winked at him and gave him a passionate kiss before leaving the bathroom and heading for her own bedroom. Brian swooned and had to sit down on the toilet to deal with what had just happened. He played it through his head and could not believe it. Nor could he believe that he had another hard on in his lap just screaming for attention.

Chapter 14

Two dragons were downed, stricken by ballista bolts, and the others desperately flying higher and faster in an attempt to avoid the withering fire from below. Kelnozz and Martin spiraled down on the back of Luingirth and Fyrentennimer, dodging ballista, catapult, and crossbow quarrels alike.

In hopes of reaching Silverton as quickly as possible, the metallic dragons had flown in a direct route from the island under which they had been imprisoned. Crossing over a rift in the ground, they had been attacked by the large kingdom of dwarves that lived there. Dwarven workmanship was the finest in the land and their catapults, ballista, and siege engines used against the good dragons proved it.

The great speed and altitude of the dragons quickly took them out of harms way, with a few injuries and minimal casualties. Nordan and Kayala led them onwards to Silverton, where they hoped to join forces with the barbarians and elves.

Kelnozz and Martin landed on the ground just outside the range of the dwarven crossbows at the gates of Rifton. They dismounted from the dragons and slowly walked towards the gates, arms held out to show they held no weapons. Both Luingirth and Fyrentennimer waited for them.

"Halt! Who be ye?" A dwarf called out from the gate when they had closed to 50 paces from the dwarven city.

"I am Kelnozz Risingmoon, champion of the lost elves of Innowendyn," Kelnozz called out in response.

"Martin Twoblade, ranger of the lands and friend to the resistance!" Martin called out, holding his mithril arm with his other in what had become a nervous habit.

"Ye can leave now, ere we kill ye and yer pets, we've nothing to do with dragons!" The dwarf called out to them.

Kelnozz bristled at the surly dwarf, but kept quiet so that he did not insult them with his sarcastic response. "Good dwarf, we wish you no harm! Indeed, we seek the aid of the dwarves of Belurian, great things happen and a war is brewing, to stand aside is to be swept away," Martin said, seeing Kelnozz on the verge of saying something that they might regret.

They faced a stony silence for several long minutes. Enough time passed that they were about to turn away, considering themselves refused, when the gates opened and a company of ten dwarves marched out.

Only standing four and a half to five and a half feet tall, dwarves were quite short. Insulting a dwarf because of that was considered a bad idea, however, for in spite of their stunted size, they more then made up for it in their stocky strength, tenacity, and ferocity in battle. Thus the company of dwarves that came out to meet them was taken very seriously by both Kelnozz and Martin.

"Follow us, ye get to meet King Throin," one of the dwarves said.

Kelnozz reached to his weapon belt and began to take it off. "What ye doing that fer, elf? If we wanted yer weapons, we'd take 'em from ye!" The dwarf said casually.

Kelnozz raised his eyebrows but shrugged and refastened them. He looked back to the dragons and nodded to them to indicate everything was okay. Then he turned and followed the dwarves into the town of Rifton.

*****

"My lord Vallanius, we've broken through the western flank," The dark elf messenger said to the temporary commander of the elven army.

Vallanius acknowledged the messenger with a smile and said loudly enough for all of the messengers to hear, "Return and tell them to hold the breach. Have the eastern flank withdraw slowly, the van will stay and cover the eastern flank as they retreat."

They saluted and sped off, relaying orders quickly. Vallanius looked about, trying to see better what was happening. They had been thwarted from landing at Trillindad by a fleet of ships blockading the harbor to keep them out, as well as a full score of warships and cutters that pursued and harried them as they turned away. Sailing further west, they had landed several miles away from the city, slowly deploying the elven troops one longboat at a time.

After the first day of travel, it had been one long running fight as they tried to reach Silverton. The humans under the sway of the dragon council did indeed hold sway over the cities of Belurian, for the armies of Trillindad greeted them none to kindly as they tried to march past Trillindad. Nearly 12,000 humans strong, the elves had fought a long and bitter battle. The elven magicians and priests had helped to tip the favor though, keeping many wounded warriors alive as well as magically striking out against the humans. Each elf was under the orders to try to wound or incapacitate the humans they fought, for by killing them they did little more then further set them against the elves.

28 ships had carried nearly 8,500 elves, a small force for an army, but quite large for the elves to field, considering the weight each elf carried on his shoulders. A slain elf was a terrible blow to the elven community, considering how slowly they reproduced. Now easily a tenth of that number lay dead, but four times as many humans had fallen. Taller then the average human, and naturally agile enough to use both bow and sword to great effect, the elves had proven better warriors.

Forcing the breach and keeping it held open spread through the ranks of the Trillindad army, sowing dissension. In a matter of hours, the last of the elven reserves had been deployed and the humans had begun to retreat. A new shift of wizards came into the fray, replacing the exhausted elven conjurers that had spent their energies already. With the fresh magical assault, the humans broke and ran from the elves, in spite of their commanders cries for them to rally. Soon the commanders fled as well, joining the rout.

Vallanius took no time for rest, instead he ordered the army to march immediately. Trailing scouts fled, certain the elves marched after them. The humans barred the gates to Trillindad when they had reached it, turning away some of their own stragglers in their xenophobic fear. Well nigh a week passed before they ventured scouts out to discover what had happened. They discovered that the elves had moved on, setting a brutal pace that left them far from Trillindad. A steady trickle of men that had been wounded, taken captive, or thought lost in battle began to return, returned to health by the priests and healers of the dark elves.

The common men of Trillindad began to wonder at their course of action, and the leaders fumed not only at their defeat, but also at how the elves had made the populace begin to doubt their leadership. A revolt was brewing, and with an army weakened both by battle and doubt, revolution would bring success.

*****

'I had feared my powers would not work here,' Alesha mentally spoke to Talifernon as she sat on her bed in a meditative pose. 'I thought that magic would not work.'

'Magic is everywhere, Mistress,' The demon snapped back at her as a bitter teacher to a child, 'But without those to use and wield it, it serves no purpose.'

'Now what do I do?' Alesha asked, feeling angry and lost at her return to her home instead of relieved.

'You ask me what to do?' The demon snarled, outraged at the question. 'You have power on this world unlike any other!'

Alesha lapsed into silence, rebuked by the four armed monstrosity in spite of her domination over him. She thought for a moment then sighed. 'Yes, I do have power such as that. I could carve out my own nation here I suppose, but what then? This world is boring, there is nothing magical or incredible here anymore. This world is dying, Talifernon! It is polluted and dirty and without any hope of redemption!' She lashed out mentally at the demon, reminding him who was in charge. Talifernon recoiled from her magical assault, driven to his knees by the force of her power coupled with his true name.

'You are right, Mistress! I know of a way you can travel between worlds, perhaps that can take you back to Viconia,'

'Tell me!' She demanded, lashing out even further at the demon.

'It requires great power, and a great sacrifice,' The demon said, growling because of the torment she was inflicting upon him. 'Only by the sacrifice of many will you have enough power to open a gate through which you can return to Viconia, I will teach you how to do it.'

Alesha grinned and relented her assault upon him. Instead she watched and learned as the demon began to instruct her on the magic of inter-dimensional travels.

Alesha gasped, returning suddenly to full consciousness when she heard a knocking on the door. She tucked her sword under her pillow, fearing it was her brother come to try and have sex with her again. Alesha frowned and said, "Come in."

The door opened and Alesha's mother poked her head in. Seeing the naked girl sitting on her bed, her mother's mouth opened in surprise. "Oh! I'm sorry, I just wanted to see if everything is okay, I'll let you get dressed!"

She started backing out of the room but Alesha smiled and said, "No mom, it's okay, you can stay. What's up?"

"But you're not wearing any clothing!" She protested.

Alesha laughed lightly. "Mother, you gave birth to me! You brought me into this world, we're both women, what's the big deal? I even got my body from you," Alesha was enjoying her mothers discomfort. "Besides, you've seen me in my bikini before, and in my underwear. Heck, you were even the one to take me to that topless beach the first time so we could sunbathe!"

Seeing no reasonable way to get out of it, her mother hesitated a moment, then stepped inside the door and shut it behind her. "Well, okay honey. I just came up to see why you weren't ready for your date with Jeff yet, is everything okay?"

A moment of panic flashed through Alesha until she remembered. Jeff was her boyfriend, and she had been taking a bath so that she could shave and get ready for their date when everything had gone awry and she had been summoned to Viconia.

"No mom, nothing's wrong... I was just trying to figure out what I should wear is all," Alesha said, smiling to cover up her moment of confusion.

"Oh, well, do you want any help from your old mom?" Alesha's mother said, getting accustomed to her daughter's nudity by now.

"Sure!" Alesha said, trying to sound excited. She hopped off the bed and walked past her mother to her closet, looking inside it at her clothing. She possessed more outfits then most people saw in their entire life, but all of them felt too conservative and restrictive to her. Her mother would suggest one thing after another, but Alesha would shoot all of them down, finding one thing or another wrong with them. Finally they had gone through almost everything she owned without finding anything suitable.

"Honey, I thought some of these were your favorites? I mean, you have some stuff that is very flattering in there."

Alesha frowned and sat back down on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs just enough to let her pussy lips part so that her mother could see her. "Well mom, I guess I just want to feel extra sexy tonight."

Alesha's mother did indeed gaze up her crotch to stare at Alesha's pussy. She blushed when she realized what she was doing and quickly looked up to Alesha's face. "What do you mean, sexy? You're a beautiful woman, Alesha, anything you wear will be sexy on you!"

"What's wrong, mom, is there something wrong with my pussy?" Alesha feigned concern, looking down at it as if there was something wrong in the way she imagined she would have done if she were still the frightened virgin she had been the last time she was home.

"No! I mean... no honey, there's nothing wrong with it at all! I just didn't realize that you shaved ALL of your hair off down there," She said in a hurry, blushing again.

"Oh, well, yeah... I like it better, it just seems cleaner and it makes me feel sexy too," Alesha said, enjoying her mothers distress at discussing a topic such as Alesha's pussy. Her hands stayed down there, gently caressing the hairless skin around her pussy almost absent-mindedly.

"Well, Jeff will like it too when you get to that point," she said, looking away and trying to remember what they were talking about before.

Alesha reached out with her powers and forced her mother to look back at her. The older woman found she could not help but stare at Alesha's pussy, though she knew she should not be. She could not understand why it was so hot in there either, they had central air conditioning but she knew she was sweating and flushed.

Alesha continued to rub her mound with her hand, then slipped her finger into her slit and began sliding it up and down. Her breath took on a deeper pitch as she brushed her clitoris, and she could hear her mother's breath catch in her throat as well. Alesha laid back on her bed, legs spread and pulled off to the side to allow her mom to see her sliding first one, then two, then three, and finally four fingers deep inside of her cunt. Finally Alesha took her entire hand and slowly sunk it into her pussy, rotating it as it went in to further stimulate her. She groaned at the feeling, and both saw and heard her mother moan low in her throat as she watched her.

Alesha then let go of her mothers actions, letting her do what she wanted to experimentally. Her mother did not turn away, nor did she rush out of the room or snap out at Alesha. Instead she continued to stand there and watch Alesha fist herself. Alesha's other hand snaked around behind her and began caressing her buttock and the inside of her leg. Then it slipped down a bit and started massaging the area between her pussy and her asshole, her fingers nearly slipping in her juices as she did so. Her mother's eyes widened and she leaned forward slightly, caught up in the action Alesha was providing for her. Her mouth dropped open and she licked her lips as Alesha's circling fingers drew closer and closer to the forbidden pleasure.

Alesha teased her rosebud finally, flicking her fingers over it lightly and beginning to push one or another in, but stopped before she breached her sphincter. Her mother was breathing huskily now, and Alesha could see the sweat breaking out on her face, as well as her flushed skin. Her mothers nipples were clearly visible through her blouse as well. Alesha pulled her fist out of her pussy and smiled as her magic had allowed her to stick something that large inside of her without stretching her out unnaturally at all. She brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly let the tip of her tongue run up the palm of her hand, licking her juices off of it.