The Infinite Bk. 04 Ch. 04

Have you ever seen a diseased tree with an enormous ugly growth? That's what my neck looked like, and that wasn't even what killed me. Anyway, this compound I added was invented by someone who made autoimmune tests cheap and easy enough to do in your own home."

The four recruited elves exchanged confused glances, but when they looked at Valia, she nodded, silently telling them that Noah's words were all true. He tested each elf's blood and compared them to Balil's sample. "Good, no sign of an autoimmune disorder. Curing him would have been next to impossible. Now that the samples have been taken, we must wait for them to grow."

The cabinet was sealed within the body of the tree using druidism, protecting everyone from possible contamination.

"I'll be back tomorrow to check on Balil and the samples," Noah said to Meralda. "There may still be some things I can do to help him get better while we wait."

"Thank you for everything you've done," she replied with a bow.

Noah kissed the back of his thumb and touched it to his forehead. "May the spirits smile upon you, My Lady," he said in Old Elvish. He then turned to the four other elves and bowed. "Gentlemen, thank you for your assistance. Your contributions have been invaluable. With any luck, I won't need to bother you again."

"We're glad we could help," one of them said as he and the others bowed their heads.

The sun was setting, so Aithorn escorted Noah and Valia back to their house.

"I'll be back here at dawn tomorrow. If we're lucky, whatever sickness he has will run its course without our intervention," he said.

"Thank you for your help today. Feel free to join us for dinner," Noah replied.

Aithorn paused. "Maybe next time."

Noah reached into his pocket, pulled out Aithorn's gold emblem, and then handed it to him. "By the way, since we're working together, I might as well return this."

Aithorn paused. "Thank you."

As he walked away, Noah and Valia stepped inside their home and began cooking.

"Leuca seems to be easing up now that he's back in Sylphtoria," Valia said while mashing potatoes.

"I thought for sure he would be baring his fangs at me all day," Noah replied as he chopped garlic, celery, carrots, onions, parsnips, and mushrooms. "Alexis was paired with him during the Red Revelry. She said he barely spoke at all other than giving orders, not a moment of small talk or a kind word. She also said he was the best knight she could have been paired with."

"Yes, I can see her saying that."

Noah heated a pan and started sautéing the mushrooms and onions. "How did he end up a knight anyway?" he asked over the hiss of the oil. "You and Valon kinda just wandered into Uther and decided to stay, but he doesn't seem very fond of human culture, and clearly, he wasn't exiled from here for any wrongdoing."

Valia loaded more fuel into the stove to boil the potatoes and keep Noah's pan hot. "When Uther began expanding into Handent, the elves worried they would eventually be attacked. As you can imagine, the Anorvan Forest is a treasure trove of resources and has been victimized by invading armies for thousands of years.

If the humans didn't invade Sylphtoria outright, they still might force the elves to engage in trade. It was Prince Lupin who came up with a way to ensure peace between the two countries. In exchange for all troops staying out of the Anorvan Forest, Lupin asked the queen to send a mighty and trusted warrior to Colbrand to serve as a gold-rank knight."

"As a hostage?" Noah asked as he added the diced vegetables, beans, peas, and a dash of flower, then seasoned it with spinach and parsley.

"As a spy. Though their skill and power would be used for the good of the nation, they would always be kept near the capital, and never used on the front line. As a gold-rank knight, said warrior would be in the perfect position to observe Uther's king and military movements and ensure that no plans to attack the elves were ever conceived. Uther gets a powerful elf in their military, and Sylphtoria gets an ironclad peace treaty with the humans. Leuca volunteered for the position, but nobody in Uther knows why."

After Valia mashed the potatoes, Noah spread them across the mixed vegetables and covered the pan with a lid, leaving it to cook a little bit longer. Once the potatoes began to brown, the vegan shepherd's pie was ready. The serving spoon broke the white surface and released the pent-up aroma, making Valia sigh in bliss.

"Ooh, you sure know how to spoil me," she said as he uncorked a bottle of wine.

"Well, I have gotten rather tired of eating like a rabbit. I thought we needed something hot."

The sun set, and they dined by candlelight as the Nadoku began to sing.

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In the dim luminescence of the glowing flowers, water, heated by magic, filled the large alabaster tub set into the floor. The air smelled sweet, enchanted with the aromas of soaps, oils, and perfumes. This private washroom was forbidden to all but the elven royalty, like a sacred altar to a high god. Entering the room was Elisandra, wearing only a thin robe. As the steam filled the room, she undid the robe's belt, and the papery silk slipped off her shoulders. The garment dropped to the floor, brushing across every curve of her flawless body.

She touched the water's surface with her toe and gently lowered herself with a sigh of bliss. Submerged to her shoulders, she took a minute to acclimate to the heat, then immersed herself completely, with her golden hair spreading like ripples. The warmth of the water invigorated her muscles, sped the blood rushing through her veins, and filled her with relief.

She soon rose, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. "Welcome, Sir Noah," she said. She opened her eyes, seeing her guest standing at the edge of the tub, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Good evening, My Lady," he replied with a bow, without his eyes ever leaving her.

She felt no shame, embarrassment, or anxiety of any kind as his gaze pierced the water's surface and took everything in. Her voluminous breasts, lifted by buoyancy, drew him in and excited her.

"What brings you to me on this fine evening?" she asked, if only for the sake of the game.

"Like I told you before, My Lady, I offer everything I am and have in service to you."

She raised herself out of the bath and sat on the edge, granting him a perfect view of her glistening body. She lifted her foot and pointed it at him. "Then service me," she purred.

"With pleasure."

He stepped into the tub and kneeled before her with a piece of fragrant soap. He kissed her foot as he slid the soap across her smooth legs, covering her glistening skin with a layer of foam. His touch made her shoulders tremble, the touch of a man. One hand wielded the soap, and the other hand rubbed it gently and forcefully, whichever would invoke more bliss, always with sensual veneration. He did the same to her other leg and then her arms.

She leaned back, exposing her stomach to him. He ran his tongue up the middle and swirled it around her navel, licking off the bathwater and shaking her breath. His greedy hands then went to work, sliding up and down her front and sides. His powerful hands made her shiver in euphoria, with every nerve ending coming alive from his caress.

She then sat up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his rigid member, separated from her womanhood by only the thin towel. She could feel every beat of his heart, feel his warmth. Her breasts, each the size of his head, were directly in his eye-line, but he kept his gaze focused on her face.

"Now my back, if you would," she said.

His sudsy hands moved behind her, sliding across the blank canvas of her back and rubbing intensely into her muscles. While he massaged her, their faces were just inches apart, the two staring deep into each other's eyes and feeling each other's breaths on their lips.

"I'm sure you know what to clean next."

"I do, but first, I want to get them a bit dirty."

Noah then lowered his head and started sucking on her right nipple, drawing a whine of ecstasy from Elisandra. He pulled hard, his mouth wide open as if trying to inhale the whole mass, while his tongue swept over the supple point. Next, he forcefully grasped her left breast and started rubbing and squeezing it as though trying to change its shape.

He switched back and forth between them, his mouth and hands so strong that they threatened to bruise her delicate skin. He drifted ever closer to the precipice between pleasure and pain, and every time she thought he'd cross it, the boundary would move out of his reach, and he'd continue to inch exponentially closer to it, all the while robbing her of all sense and reason. Finally, she cried out when he brought her to climax, dying her mind white with euphoria.

They both moved back down into the tub, Elisandra straddling Noah's lap, her back to him as he continued to dominate her tits with his powerful caress. They overflowed from his hands, transforming kinetic force into pure pleasure. She moaned and whimpered, utterly at his mercy. He was only playing with her breasts, but it was enough to make her cum repeatedly.

She could feel his manhood fighting against its cloth restraint like a dog on a leash, wanting desperately to attack her. She could imagine it so easily breaking free and viciously penetrating her slit, so sinfully defiling her with every forceful thrust, and she wanted it desperately.

After yet another orgasm, she finally pulled away, gasping for breath and shaking from head to toe. Despite her fatigue, she looked back at him with a coy smile. "Now it's my turn to service you."

As though reading her mind, Noah removed his towel and sat up on the edge of the bath. Elisandra received a bottle of scented oil, poured it on her breasts, and then rubbed them together to make it foam. She moved towards Noah, her eyes glued to his organ, standing erect and pulsing. A coquettish giggle escaped her before her tits enveloped his cock.

Snuggling perfectly in her bosom, its heat and firmness wowed her, unyieldingly strong like a tree refusing to be knocked over by an avalanche. She rubbed her breasts against it from every angle as though trying to smother it, wanting to grant him the same pleasure he had given her. She clapped her breasts, swirled them, slid them up and down the shaft, and used them to bury his cock in softness.

She could feel him trembling, his muscles tensing as she brought him to the brink. Seeing him squirm from her efforts invigorated her, and she worked harder, wanting him to break and submit as she had. Finally, Noah released a grunt and a geyser of seed. It erupted from her cleavage, leaving her face and breasts glazed with his semen, feeling so hot and dense on her skin.

She gasped for air, barely able to think and intoxicated with lust. She picked up a glob of his cum with her finger and stared at it. Enslaved by her desires, there was no way she could stop herself, and she brought it to her lips.

Elisandra's eyes bolted open, and she sat up, finding herself alone in the bath, awoken from her slumber as though by the feeling of freefall. She looked around wildly, expecting to see Noah standing over her, but she was alone. Her mind was once more her own, even though her heart was racing. She could feel imprints on her breasts and between her legs from how she had touched herself while she slept.

"A dream. It was only a dream," Elisandra whispered, waiting for her heart to settle while her lust sank back beneath the waves of her consciousness.