War of the Races Ch. 06

House Abendroth was seventh in line to the Governorship of Annwyn, and fifteenth in line to the Queenship of all Svartalfheim. Her lieutenant colonels were of House Faline, eighth in line from the Governorship and sixteenth in line from the Queenship making them particularly bitter rivals. The fact that they were appointed as her subordinates spoke volumes of Governor Elhanor's opinion of their continuous feuding. She wanted it settled, one way, or another. *fn-A6

Looking at the priestesses, the tradesmen and her soldiers, she wondered how many were spies and assassins for House Faline. It would be interesting to see how her subordinates would betray her and her sisters on this mission, and it would be even more interesting countering it. Smiling maliciously, she followed her troops down the steep decline out of the early morning light and back down into the comfortable shadows she has known all her life.

Her sister followed closely. They were nimble and quick as they double timed it back to the head of the marching line, led by Lieutenant Colonel Hayden, just in time to call a halt to the for lunch on the next valley overlook.

Taking a long pull on her water flask, she sighed as she bit into her bread, cheese, and a few berries she found growing wild a few yards off the trail. Pulling out her map, she marked their location and estimated that they had three more days before reaching Valeheim.

"We've been marching for four days," Illglan said as she chewed a piece of beef jerky and cheese, "We should arrive in three days. Is that how you read it, Aalyn?"

"It is," She answered with a nod. She looked up and around at her commanders. She wanted to push her men for speed, but if pushed too hard they would be exhausted when they arrived at the Valelands, "We will reach the other side of this valley and pitch camp, and then cross over in the morning."

Everyone nodded. It was strategically safer. They didn't want to be seen in the dark, and their campfires would make them a beacon in the night. Instead they would camp in the valley, safely within the embrace of Gaia's bosom and under the cover of Lauma's dark foliage.

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I spent the rest of the day in my natural form, but as it became colder I shapeshifted into my hybrid-fox form. Mother didn't want to start a campfire although she had spent a great deal of time gathering wood. I could tell by the way she paced around the camp while softly murmuring to herself that she was feeling insecure about the fact that the Svartalfar army hadn't arrived yet.

Eventually she stopped pacing and came over and sat on a log beside me. We talked about father, Silvain, and Shadowlynn and how we felt about them. We reminisced about long past childhood antics, and Glenna shared her hopes of my and my sisters success in life. As we talked she cuddled up closer and closer to me until she had her arms wrapped around my arm and was squeezing me into her vast plump bosom as she laid her head on my shoulder.

Nightfall darkened the skies around our little campsite much sooner than it would have in Valeheim and it was a pleasure to watch Glenna's nipples tweak tighter and tighter as the temperature dropped. As the sun disappeared behind the mountains and it grew dark our conversation slowly died out and we sat there together for a long time until Glenna lifted her head up and suggested, "Why don't we settle down and sleep."

It wasn't particularly late, but it was cold and there wasn't anything to do, or much to say that hadn't already been discussed earlier in the day. I looked over at Huxian, and she had already gathered pine needles and leaves, and made a small burrow beneath a fir tree with a thick foliage that would shelter us from wind and rain, and then she had fallen asleep. Looking back to Glenna, I nodded, "Sure."

Mother smiled and slapped her thighs as she stood up. Walking over to a log she unhooked her chainmail skirt, and then took her corset, diadem, gauntlets, and armbands off. The only things she kept on were her rings and her transparent cloak.

Finally I asked, "Why do you bother with wearing that thing? Why wear a cloak that is transparent?"

She looked at me in surprise as her tail swished back and forth. Then she walked up to me. She was completely naked and smiling seductively, and laid all four of her hands on my breastplate and belly.

"Well," She whispered, "As a Priestess of Seline my body must always be on display so men and women may worship it and my Goddess." Then she opened her cloak and whispered, "Fleece," and I could suddenly see that her cloak was fleece-lined.

"See," She said smiling, "Just because Seline demands that we present our body naked and exposed to the world doesn't mean she wants us to freeze to death. This cloak is enchanted and well as several of my rings to keep me warm while the others shield and strengthen me since I am very limited on how much clothing or armor I am able to wear."

"Oh," I answered stupidly.

"Now," She purred huskily as she ran her hands across Quebracho and the Claws of the King, "Are you going to wear this to bed, or are you going to take them off?"

"I can change my form to a bracer on your right arm since you have your marriage bracer on your left," Quebracho suggested, her voice a soft husky purr in my ear.

"Yes do that," I agreed and grinned sheepishly as Glenna looked up at me curiously, "Did Summerset never tell you that his Breastplate of the Guardian is envied with the Elm'drya's consciousness that made it for him?"

"I don't recall him ever telling me that, no," Glenna answered as her brows furrowed, "So, you were just speaking to her?"

"Yes," I answered with a nod as I unbuckled the Claws of the King and watched as they resumed their original form as I took them off and set them beside Glenna's clothing, armor, and jewelry.

Glenna smiled as she looked me up and down. She held out her hand for me to take it, and then led me to our burrow. She crawled in and laid down beside Huxian and motioned for me to lay down on her other side as she explained, "This way I have two fluffy foxes to keep me warm tonight!"

I nodded in understanding as I admired her soft hairless body glowing in the darkness. Crawling under the lowest limbs of the fur tree, I settled down beside my mother as she twisted her cloak around so that it was a blanket covering us. I turned on my side facing her, and she faced me. She lifted a leg up and threw it over my thighs and snuggled in closer until her breasts and body were pressing right up against me. She rocked her hips until her pubic mound was rubbing against my lower belly and the pink petals of her open sex were caressing the furry sheath of my dick.

The smell of her arousal filled my senses and before I knew what I was doing I was thrusting, pressing in right against her lower belly as my arousal quickened my heart and my dick grew. Sliding out of its sheath, I thumped against her open and receptive vulva, against her smooth outer labia, against the soft spongy flesh of her ass cheeks, and against her firm inner thighs.

I was looking above Glenna, filled with embarrassment that I couldn't control my physical reaction to her intoxicating scent and crazily sensual body when she whispered, "It's okay honey. It's okay if you want to...and it's okay if you don't. I'm ready when you are..."

"Oh mama," I exclaimed in a guilty squeak, "I want to so badly. I've always wanted to, but I love dad too, and you are his and I don't want to hurt him!"

"Oh my darling boy," Glenna purred as she nuzzled my furry chest and hugged me tighter and thrust her hips so that her thighs and pussy-lips rubbed my dick aggressively, "I love you so much, and your father loves you, but you don't have to worry about hurting him. I am his, and he knows that I will always be his, but I am also Seline's priestess which means I am everyone's. I am as much yours as I am your father's, he knows this and he accepts it. This is our culture and tradition, so don't worry so much, and when you are ready to enter me...do so...because I am ready when you are..."

I slipped my arms around her waist and I hugged her tighter as my hands slid down to her buttocks and cupped her cheeks, and we stayed like that for a long time as I thumped against her sex as my rigid pointed tip occasionally got caught in the mouth of her vagina...

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Aalyn walked through the camp and watched as the light of the bonfires lit up the dark wood. She could only see the star filled night sky when she looked directly up, but even that was enough to take her breath away. There were so many points of light in that black void. It was hard to imagine they were all stars with their own planets, or galaxies with billions of stars, and she wondered if any of them might have life on them. Other peoples that lived other lives. Better lives than the one to be found in this Gods forsaken world.

The sound of a blacksmith's hammer ringing on a small anvil brought her back down to earth. Back down to reality. As she walked about the camp she listened to the call of the leather workers and tailors advertising their wares, haggling prices for their work, or arguing with customers or competitors. There were the sounds of the cooks making food and of sounds of men and women eating. Many of the army men, women, and priestesses could sing and play various instruments, so there was always the sound of music, singing, and dancing. Then there were the sounds of sex, heavy breathing and sensual moans and mewling coming from tents as the priestesses tended to the men.

The men and women that were out and about smiled and waved as she passed by and she returned their greetings. Seeing them, and them seeing her kept her in their minds. She was not just a general they received orders from, she was one of them, and they fought harder and were more loyal because of it. She finished her circuit of the camp and headed back to her tent. She wanted her men to think of her as one of them, but she couldn't just carouse around the camp with them either. She had to maintain dignity and respect for her authority.

Walking up to her tent two guards saluted her. She returned their salute and threw the flap aside and stepped in. The interior was larger than most, giving her room to have a private table where there were maps and letters of authority from the Governess and the Queen. There was an enchanted journal where she wrote her private thoughts, and a lamp for when she needed to read or write in the darkness. Otherwise her infrared vision allowed her to see the heat of the objects and people around her. Walking over to a chest that she didn't bother to open, she began unbuckling and unclipping her armor as a long lithe body slid out from under the skins and pelts of her bed and came up behind her.

"I warmed the bed for you sister," A warm rumbling male voice whispered in her ear as he nibbled it.

"Mmm," She purred and smiled as she leaned her head into her little brother's caress, "Good. Thank you Sinaan. You have done well, I hate it when the bed is cold."

"My big sister's happiness is my only desire," He purred as he helped take her cloak and laid it across the chest before helping with her breastplate and gauntlets. *fn-A5

She sat down and let him pull her boots off, but then she shrugged out of her wool shirt, britches, bra, and panties all on her own. The only clothing she left on were her socks because her feet were always cold!

Standing in the dark naked, she tapped the lamp and let its glow flood her tent so she could see the young man standing in front of her. He was the youngest child and only son of their mother. It had taken all of her influence to convince her to let her have him as her Page. She had to promise that he would come back alive, or her's was forfeit, but to her it was worth it. It was always nice taking and training a young man on how to satisfy her desires. Having had many lovers over the years, Sinaan was only the latest, but he might also be her most satisfying...project.

Standing there in front of him, proud of her own form and figure, tall for a Svartalfar, reaching a height of five feet five inches, she had the sharp, fox faced features of her people with a short but noble nose and a small mouth with a thin top lip and an almost overly plump bottom lip. Her long, point black ears stuck out over her shoulders and twitched with her mood and desire. Her thick white hair was cut short on the sides and in the back so her helm would fit on her head right, but she left the top long with the bangs reaching her chin before tapering back. Her shoulders were not particularly broad but they and her arms were strong after years of martial training with a sword and shield. The muscles of her pectorals and along her ribs were strong and rippling, but were softened by small perky breasts she could easily cup with her own hands. Her belly was a taut six-pack of muscles with a slender waist that led to broad hips that matched her bust size.

This was why she liked taking young men, to train them yes, but also so she could control them. She was the master and Sinaan, like so many before him, was her plaything, and then there was the fact that while she was proud of her body she was not soft or supple like the curvy priestesses so many desired to bed. She was a trained officer, her body was a highly trained and tuned machine for command and combat.

Looking at the boy in front of her, she smiled, delighted with the sight of him. Thurdain and Illglan had done a good job of raising him up fine and strong, and she had done an even better job of honing the blade they had spent so many years forging.

He stood five inches shorter than her, but that was alright, most Svartalfar men were shorter and built slimmer than the more robust and shapely females. He had the typical Alfar features with an oval face but with a sharp angular jaw. His nose was elegant and noble, and his ears long and shapely, and stuck out from long strawberry blonde hair that was grown out so that it fell almost to his hips. His body was smooth and every muscle was cut and firm from hours of training with her. He looked like a perfectly sculpted onyx statue. He stared back at her with pink eyes, and grinned as she admired him as he tightened his abdominals and thrust out his hips exposing his smooth black genitalia. He was divine. They were divine.

She couldn't help smiling lopsidedly as she growled in a low sensual purr, "You are so not going to get any sleep tonight!"

His smile broadened, and his eyes glinted in the lamp light as he whispered, "I'm looking forward to it!"

With a near feral growl she pounced, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing him back towards her bed. She stopped short of pushing him down and instead propped one foot up on her bed and turned her leg and knee out so that her sex opened up like a blooming pink rose.

Sinaan saw her pose and knew what he was supposed to do. Looking her up and down he grinned as he knelt before her. Putting her hands down on his head, she grabbed handfuls of his hair as he tilted his head so that he was looking up her belly to see if she was watching him as he licked his tongue to the back of her pussy and delved deep inside her before scraping his tongue down her vulva to suck her clitoris between his lips.

Warmth tickled her womb as her arousal lubricated her vagina and labia. His tongue was warm and wet and cool all at the same time, and it felt like lightning was shocking her every time he found her clitoris. He started slow, delving deep inside her at first, but as her core turned into a furnace she started thrusting her pubic mound, and knew she was signaling him to spend less time in her vagina and more time sucking her clitoris.

He obeyed and quickly her thighs were shaking as he reached around and grabbed her buttocks. She pulled his hair, and forced his mouth into her sex as she ground herself on his tongue and teeth.

She was breathing hard and mewling like one of those whore priestesses in the camp, and then she threw her head back and hissed as she inhaled deeply and came in Sinaan's mouth!

He swallowed and licked her nectar up like a man dying of thirst, and when her orgasm was complete she dropped her leg and pulled on his hair directing him to lay on the bed. Her womb was still a furnace, and only his seed would put out the fire.

Sinaan obeyed, and laid down as she crawled on top of him. She never let him bed her, she always bedded him, so he knew he wasn't in control, so he would know who his master was.

His dick was flagstaff straight when she grabbed it like a sword hilt and directed it to her sheath. She lowered herself down on him slowly and then began rocking her hips as she ground her sex into his...

He was young and didn't last long, and quickly she was mewling as she orgasmed again. She didn't slow down and she didn't stop. If she did he would wilt, and so, she just kept on riding him as his seed leaked out of her and covered his scrotum and thighs.

The cold night air chilled her skin as heat began warming up her belly for a third orgasm when he came a second time deep inside her. She could feel his produce spraying inside her trying to put out her fire, but it didn't work. She wasn't going to stop until she reached her peak and kept on riding even as his ejaculation came to an end.

Minutes passed by like hours, and eventually she was gasping for air, laughing in euphoria, and sighing exultantly when her third climax exploded through her body, rolling her eyes up into her head and set her body to shuddering as he blasted his third and final contribution inside her...

She was hot and sweaty as she looked down at Sinaan triumphantly. He smiled up at her, his breathing as rough and ragged as hers. They both sounded like they had run a marathon.

"You did very well," She purred.

"I live to service you big sister," He sighed into her mouth when she laid down on his chest and kissed him.

"Good, as you should! As you should," She sighed.

He was still inside her when she pulled the furs and pelts over them and quickly fell asleep.

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I opened my eyes to find Huxian and Glenna missing. Looking around, I quickly moved out away from the fir tree we had bedded down under and searched the area. The forest was silent. The sky was still black with stars and the moon still hanging above. The road was clear in both directions for as far as I could see with both my night and binocular vision, and I heard not a sound or caught the scent of Glenna or Huxian in the air. Thinking they may have gone to the lake I left to go and investigate.

When I reached it, I found it as vacant as our little camp. Turning around to start back, a small slender woman stood in front me!

I jumped in startlement, and then noticed that she appeared to be an Alfar. Her skin was so dark in the night that her skin appeared to be black. She had golden eyes that didn't quite seem natural. Her long pointed ears drooped over her slim shoulders, and her hair was long and an incredibly dark shade of green with leaves sprouting in it. It struck me then that this was an Elm'drya!

"Um, hello," I greeted her with a wave as I shapeshifted into my Alfari form. The night air was pleasantly warm making me wonder why I had shifted into my hybrid-fox form in the first place.

The small Elm'drya was now about the same height as me, and I could tell that she was a little more supple than most Alfari women. Her breasts were at least D's while her waist was slim and her hips and buttocks were curvy yet not too thick or broad. Her legs were slim as were her arms. Looking up at her face I gazed into her eyes and saw such profound loneliness, and I knew who she was because my heart was now connected to hers and I had felt her despair on many occasions lately.