Chapter 7: The Knight's Sacrifice

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Acolyte Sophia – Western Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae

The two other elf hunters appeared silently out of the woods. Like Xera, they were gorgeous, tall and lithe, their bodies painted in greens and browns to let them blend into the woods. Their keen eyes flickered at Angela and me, their ears twitching in obvious curiosity at the sight of two humans in their woods.

I was still naked. It was wonderful to not have to wear the robe. As an acolyte of the Temple of Pure, I had spent many years wearing next to nothing in the warm seclusion of our temple. While traveling with Angela on her Quest, I had to wear more modest robes and a cape to keep any man from seeing my naked, virgin flesh.

But these elves were women. I still had Relythionaia's delicious, flowery pussy juices on my lips. After I had healed the elf huntress, wounded by the basilisk, her passions grew amours and we made such wonderful love. My body still tingled from the experience. Her pussy had tasted so delicious, more like a flower's nectar than the salty musk I was used to, and she had an extra pair of labia that had been so much fun to explore and nuzzle.

The elves spoke in elvish. Xera—that wasn't her full name, but elvish names were such tongue twisters—was their leader. She addressed her four huntresses. They all repeatedly glanced at Angela and me. I shifted, letting them drink in the sight of my body. I was an acolyte of Saphique, sworn to love all women and spurn the touch of men. Elves were hermaphroditic, but none seemed to actually have cocks, so I let them look. I was beautiful with green eyes that complimented my soft features, light-brown hair that fell about my shoulders in a delicious fall. My hips were lithe, and though my breasts were small, they were firm and perky, topped by pink nipples. I toyed with my belly-piercing, a silver stud adorned with a ruby, as I smiled at the elves.

Angela watched me. The knight was always watching me. She didn't love me. She spurned my crush as something girlish and beneath her, and yet her blue eyes always seemed to find me. Her gaze made my heart beat for hope. I squashed that hope.

She had made her feelings clear. She loved Kevin. A man.

I smiled at the elves. They were beautiful. Especially Xiloniasa. She had an innocence about her. She seemed the youngest, though it was hard to tell. Elves didn't age like humans, or so the stories claimed. Xiloniasa looked sixteen, but she could be a hundred. It was a shame all the elves were leaving save Xera. I could have some fun.

When I made love to Relythionaia, my heartache for Angela was buried by lust.

But Xera was coming with us. She promised to guide us to the Lesbius Oracle, located somewhere to the north in the forest. Without her, Angela and I would have kept heading east and never would have found it.

The elf hunters broke apart. "My huntresses will look for the red-haired elf and make sure she is fine."

Angela nodded. "She probably saw the basilisk and just kept running."

"Most likely," Xera frowned. "I had not heard hair dying was practiced by the western elves."

If all the elves had green hair, I wasn't surprised that a few wanted to dye theirs to stand out. I was sure she was fine, but it was lucky we came across her. We would have missed Xera and her hunters.

Xiloniasa strolled to me, moving with such grace. She stopped before me. "Thank you," she said in a musical accent, the words rolling off her lips.

"You're welcome," I smiled. I had healed her from being petrified with a ampoule of Holy Milk. "I'm glad I could save you."

Xiloniasa nodded, though I saw something in her violet eyes. She didn't understand my tongue. "Thank you," she repeated. Xera must have told her these words.

I put my arms around her neck. It was hard. Elves were tall. The shortest elf had the height of a man. She leaned down, her ears twitching above her green hair. I planted a hot kiss on her lips. Our breasts rubbed together as my tongue filled her mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as we communicated without words.

I was a little breathless when I broke the kiss, and my pussy was on fire. I wanted to do more, but Xiloniasa broke away, joining the other elf hunters. Angela's eyes were still on me. I looked at her and she jumped, turning to face the departing elves.

The pain in my heart returned. Why did I have to fall in love with a woman who wouldn't love me back? Tears burned in my green eyes. I turned to my discarded clothing. As I bent down to pick up my robe, I surreptitiously wiped at my eyes.

Knight-Errant Angela

My eyes drifted back to Sophia as she bent over to pick up her clothes. Whenever my thoughts wandered, my eyes found her. She was beautiful, in a spoiled brat kind of way. Her ass was curvy, and her shaved pussy glinted wet between her thighs.

Memories of our shared passion flushed through me. My pussy itched, and my hard nipples pressed on my armor. My chainmail loincloth clinked as my hips shifted and my thighs pressed together. Sophia was beautiful.

I looked away as she stood up to pull on her white robe. Xera watched me. The elves purple eyes were studious, her long, pointed ears twitching. I frowned at her. She stood naked—the elves didn't seem to believe in clothing—with only a belt around her waist to hang her quiver and a pouch from. She smiled at me as she bent her bow and removed the string, tucking it into her pocket. A bow strung for too long ruined the string.

"Where are your supplies?" I asked.

Xera laughed. "This is our woods. It provides food. We do not have to carry supplies like you humans." She glanced at our horses and their saddlebags.

I nodded my head. "So how far is the oracle?"

"With you humans, probably an eight day walk. I doubt you can move as fast through the woods as me."

"Dangers?"

"Yes. We will have to slip by the giganraneae that surround the Oracle."

I shuddered. They were a race of giant spiders. Intelligent and dangerous. They built traps with webs and hunted humanoids to lay their eggs inside. The monsters were birthed by the God Las. His uncontrollable lusts had compelled the god to fuck anything, including a werespider who birthed the first giganraneae.

"Lovely," I groaned. "And why in Pater's cock haven't you and your hunters exterminated the monsters?"

"The Oracle likes them," the elf answered. "The giganraneae know to stay in her valley. If they leave, they will be killed. If we enter, we may be taken ... and used."

I shuddered, understanding her meaning.

"Only the most daring of us would ever seek out the Oracle." Xera leaned in. "She likes her privacy."

I nodded my head. That made sense. "She doesn't want to waste her powers on inconsequential requests." "Most likely." Xera looked around. "Your ... companion is ready."

My cheeks flushed. The way she said companion was almost a caress. "That's right. My companion. Nothing more."

The elf smiled.

Sophia walked over, dressed again, leading her white mare. Purity nuzzled at her neck. "Shall we keep trudging through this..." Sophia glanced at Xera, "... amazing forest?"

"Yes. We have a long trip ahead of us."

Xerathalasia

It was on the third day of traveling with the humans when I came into heat.

The humans were as slow as I feared. They had to lead their horses and walk. Sophia was the worse. Her constant bickering made my teeth hurt. But her sweet caresses as we lay in her blankets helped to make up for it. Each night, she sought me out, kissing and loving me all while Angela watched.

The human knight denied her affections for Sophia, yet her eyes always seemed to dwell on the petite girl. I knew the feeling. I was the same with my wife. The first time I had laid eyes on Atharilesia had sent a powerful heat through me. She had been young, her green hair braided and flashing behind her as she danced around the linden tree on midsummer's eve.

I had been entranced by her. All night, I couldn't look away. When I finally worked up the courage to speak to her, she had been overcome with excitment that a hunter paid her attention. Neither of us had been in heat that night, so we only made love as women in a bower of sweet moss. It took us three years before one of us was in heat when I wasn't out on a hunt. Atharilesia took my cherry and we became wedded that wonderful night.

When I woke up this morning, I recognized the signs of my impending heat. My clit throbbed. The transformation had begun. The nub ached. I wanted to stroke my burgeoning cock. Already, it was two inches long, thrusting pink before me. My pussy was wet. I groaned as I stood up, fighting the urge to masturbate. We had to get walking.

"Oh, wow, someone's excited," Sophia giggled when she saw my clit. "That's bigger than it was last night. I could just suckle on your clit."

"I am going into heat," I answered. "My cock is sprouting."

Sophia's eyes widened and she suddenly covered her naked body with her blankets. The girl had never been modest before. "Oh, no. A cock?" She bit her lip.

I frowned.

Angela, buckling on her armor, said, "She is sworn to Saphique, the virgin goddess. She must remain pure."

"But she has no hymen." I knew this first hand. I had fingered her several times, her pussy clenching down on my digits as she came.

"Pure of a man's touch," Sophia answered. "No cock has ever entered my flesh, and I mean to keep it that way."

"Oh," I said, swallowing. I had hoped to fuck her. I couldn't impregnate a human, only another hermaphrodite. It wouldn't be cheating for me to fuck a human's pussy. I had been looking forward to it. I don't remember the last time I had fucked a pussy with my cock. The night I impregnated my wife had been a wild celebration. I had been so drunk, I didn't even remember much of that night. For elves, it was adultery to have any form of sex that could result in a pregnancy. I had fucked plenty of elvish asses and mouths, but a pussy was something special.

Sometimes I hated my hunter's duty taking me away from my wife so often.

"Can you look away?" Sophia asked. "So I can dress."

"Oh, yes," I said, my cheeks burning. "My apologies.

"It's okay," Sophia sighed. "I'm not sure how my vows work with hermaphrodites. I wasn't the best acolyte at paying attention to theology. I would just hate to offend my goddess."

I turned my back. My clit throbbed harder. I glanced down. She was still swelling. It was slight, but I could see her growing a little larger. Angela, for once, was staring at me, her eyes locked on my clit, her eyes twinkling.

My pussy clenched; Angela certainly didn't have problems with cocks.

I smiled at her. "Does it excite you?" I asked, stroking my growing clit. "Are you turned on by the idea of a woman with a cock?"

Angela shifted her hips. Her nipples were hard. She didn't answer, instead grabbing her half-breastplate and covering her breasts. They were large, round mounds, and her armor cupped them into a delightful mound of cleavage. A necklace studded with red gems dangled between her lush breasts.

My cock grew longer. I couldn't wait until tonight.

Sophia blushed every time she glance at my growing cock. It began to swing between my thighs by midmorning, dappled by the sunlight streaking through the canopy of leaves. Angela's eyes smoldered every time I caught her glancing.

The need to cum grew inside me. The first day of heat was always the worst. It was almost agony—sweet, wonderful, all-consuming agony—as my clit slowly sprouted. It throbbed with every beat of my heart. The pink nub faded into the more olive-green tinge of elf-flesh except at the tip. That remained pink. It flared like a mushroom and a slit formed.

Dewy precum beaded at the tip. My cock was full-grown as noon approached. It grew hard, rising up to thrust like a spear before me. It throbbed and ached. I wanted to stroke it. I gripped my bow and concentrated on leading them through the woods, following the game trails.

My skin was alive. The breeze that stirred the trees' leaves caressed my hard nipples and swirled between my thighs. My pussy lips shivered as the wind blew across my wet folds. The soil beneath my bare feet felt like silk.

I needed to cum so badly.

But I was a huntress. I could resist.

"Can we stop for lunch?" Sophia asked as she leaned against the tree. "My poor feet are worn into leather."

She wore shoes. How could her feet be hurt?

"Yes," Angela nodded.

I looked around and spotted a delicious pine cone hanging from a tree. It was dry, full of seeds. I snagged and nibbled on it, concentrating on the spicy flavor of the cone instead of my throbbing cock.

Knight-Errant Angela

I kept glancing at Xera's rather impressive cock jutting from her body. It was so ... hot. She was a beautiful woman, round breasts, firm ass, sleek thighs, and then she had this amazing dick. It was so depraved and wild. I had never seen the like in my life.

My body burned to touch her shaft.

I focused on chewing on my trail rations, working the dried meat with my teeth. Xera leaned against a tree, taking the last crunching bites of her pine cone. I didn't understand how she could eat that. Bark, leaves, pine cones, and fern fronds made up her diet, seasoned with berries and bitter acorns. She could forage for food, but Sophia and I could not.

But we had enough provisions for a fortnight. Long enough to reach the Lesbius Oracle and cross through the forest back to civilization. I hoped the Oracle would have the answers. I would complete this Quest. Kevin would realize what a fool he was to doubt me.

Anger and hurt stabbed my heart whenever I thought of my boyfriend. I tried to ignore the pain as my eyes drifted down to stare at Xera's hard cock. It was like Kevin's. The elf's hand stroked it. Sophia gasped, blushing and turning away so she didn't watch the elf masturbate.

My mouth watered as I finished my jerky. That cock was amazing. My pussy itched. "Do you need help?" I found myself asking.

"What?" Xera asked, her voice liquid and throaty.

"With your cock." I swallowed. "I could help you out."

"Would you? I'm sorry. It's hard on the first day to concentrate on anything but it."

"Yeah, looks hard," I smiled.

The elf frowned, not realizing the bad joke I made. I moved to her, my armor clinking. I pushed my red hair off my shoulders before I fell to my knees on the dirt. Precum dripped from the tip. Last night, this had been a little clit.

"Amazing," I whispered as I seized the elf's cock with my bare hand. It was warm and throbbed. It felt just like a human's cock. I stroked it. A drop of precum beaded the tip. I had to taste it.

"Yes," Xera sighed as I licked the tip. I gathered up the drop of precum. It wasn't salty or bitter like a human, but sweet, like a flower's nectar. Sophia had mentioned how different Elf pussy tasted.

I lifted my cock with my hands so I could lick at the folds of her pussy. My tongue swiped through her nectar, she tasted like a marigold's sweet scent, and slid my tongue all the way up to her shaft. Her precum was a little saltier than her pussy, but still far more sweet than a human's. She moaned as I wrapped my lips about the tip and sucked.

"Wonderful!" groaned Xera. Her fingers ran through my hair. They were long and slim, brushing my scalp. I shivered as I sucked, my pussy growing wet.

As I bobbed my mouth and stroked her shaft with my left hand, my right drifted down my body. I rubbed my bare stomach and brushed the top of my chainmail loincloth. I dipped beneath the metal to rub at my hot pussy lips.

I sighed around Xera's cock as I stroked my pussy lips. My mouth and tongue swirled about the crown of her cock. The elf moaned, her hips thrusting her cock deeper into my mouth. Her breasts rose above me, painted green and brown like the rest of her body.

She was so exotic and lovely.

I fingered my pussy. Two digits plunged in and out as I rubbed the heel of my hand on my clit. The pleasure was hot, trembling through me. I moaned and groaned, adding spice to my blowjob. My left hand moved between Xera's thighs to rub at her hot flesh.

"You wonderful human!" groaned Xera. "Oh, that's just lovely. Suck my cock and finger my pussy. Oh, yes! Oh, wow!"

My pussy clenched down on my fingers. My flesh was so hot. My finger were bathed in my juices. Xera's hips thrust forward, sliding her cock deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat. I relaxed, suppressing my gag and deep throating her cock. I shoved my fingers deeper into my pussy.

This was so wild. I was sucking a woman's cock. Sure she was an elf, but she was still beautiful and sexy. I pictured sucking Sophia's cock, the wonderful acolyte staring down at me with love burning in her green eyes as I pleasured her.

My pussy convulsed. My orgasm shot through me.

My moans were muffled by Xera's thick shaft. I shuddered as I sucked. Her cock slammed harder and harder down my throat. It hurt. I savored the pain, driving away my impossible fantasy of Sophia. I concentrated on pleasing Xera's cock as my pleasure rippled through my body.

Xera's words exploded from her mouth. They were elvish, incomprehensible to my ears. They sounded like a bird singing. The syllables rolled from one word to the next, full of her passion. She drew her cock back so the tip was just in my lips.

My pussy still spasmed about my fingers when her sweet cum flooded my mouth. I shuddered again, grinding my hand on my clit. A small orgasm flooded more pleasure through me as I swallowed the sweetest cum in the world. It was almost like drinking honey. I swirled it through my mouth, letting it linger before I swallowed it.

"Thank you," panted Xera. "That was what I needed."

Her cock softened in my lips. It didn't shrink back into a little clit, but it wasn't painfully hard and jutting out before her. Xera helped me stand and then she kissed me. No guy had ever kissed me after I blew them. Not without me washing my mouth clean.

It was hot. Xera drank her cum. I couldn't wait for tonight.

Acolyte Sophia

I swore myself to purity.

Xera's cock was no different than a strap-on. It wouldn't give me any additional pleasure. I needed to stop thinking about her.

My pussy was on fire after our midday lunch. I tried not to watch Angela blow Xera's cock. But it was so hard. Xera's moans were so wonderful. She was a woman receiving pleasure. But she had a cock.

A cock I wanted to sample.

I was so confused.

I need to be pure. I swore myself to Saphique. No cock would touch me. And a hermaphrodite's cock was still a cock, even if she did have big tits. I rubbed my thighs together as I walked, caressing my clit. I silently orgasmed, stifling my moans. It was the third time since lunch, and I was still left frustrated.

My eyes glanced at the elf's dick. It was hardening again.

I shot my eyes forward.

Twilight began to darken the forest. We would have to stop soon. I knew what would happen tonight. It was so obvious. Angela walked near the elf, her hips shaking, an excited smile on her lips. She was eager to be fucked.

I would be sleeping alone tonight.

I had enjoyed Xera in my bed the last three nights. It helped to take my mind off beautiful Angela. I kept hoping Angela would join us. A threesome might be a nice way for her to relax and maybe an intimacy could form between us. I could show her my love and she would forget about Kevin.

I knew it was foolish, but hope was all I had.

The shadows deepened as the sun sank to our left. My feet were sore. Despite the discomfort, I realized I was growing stronger. My muscles were toned and some of the softness had vanished from my curves, but I hated walking. I had a horse. I wanted to ride Purity.

But the branches were too thick. It was pointless to ride.

Soon it was hard to see the trail we walked upon. My stomach rumbled. I was ready for another tough, bland meal of dried meat impregnated with fruit and vegetables. It wasn't filling, but it did provide energy.

"Here is a good spot," Xera purred, her hand stroking her cock.

Angela smiled. "Mmm, yes it is."

My pussy clenched. I would have to listen to them make love. I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel Xera's cock in me. I patted the pouch at my waist. My magical dildo was in there. I would need her tonight to avoid sinning and breaking my sacred vows to Saphique.

Xerathalasia

Angela stripped naked as I lay on her blanket. Sophia was nearby, lying on her back, her blankets over her naked body. She had produced a dildo from her pouch and it was obvious the young woman was using it.

I wished she would join us, but I respected her vows.

Angela skimpy armor quickly came off. The young woman was ready. In the gloom of twilight, I could clearly see her wet pussy. My eyes were far better than the humans. I only stopped for their sake. They couldn't stumble blind through the forest.

I admired Angela's naked form. She was muscular and strong, but still had womanly curves. She was like an elf hunter, moving with the grace of a trained warrior. Her breasts were round and bountiful, her skin pale. Lust burned in her blue eyes as she stared at my throbbing cock.

"Damn, that looks great," Angela purred.

Sophia sighed beside us. Her eyes flicking over at my dick before she squeezed them shut.

Angela sank down, her hand grasping my cock. I groaned as she stroked it before she dipped down to play with my pussy. I groaned, my flesh clenching on her invading fingers. She pulled them out, covered in my juices, and rubbed them onto my cock. Did she need lube for her pussy? Sophia always produced copious nectar.

"Should I lick you first?" I asked. "Ready you for my cock."

"Oh, I'm ready," Angela smiled. "I'm just feeling naughty." She licked my pussy, tasting my juices. "Damn, that's amazing."

I touched her breasts, giving her pillowy mounds a squeeze. My fingers brushed her nipples and she moaned. I grinned, pinching and rubbing her nubs. My ears twitched as I gave her pleasure. Her thighs pressed together and the salty, tangy musk of her human excitement brushed my nose. Human pussies had a much earthier flavor than elves.