Chapter 4

Renna awoke with the sound of falling rain pelting the thatch over her head. She smiled as she slipped from between the two young men in her bed. She had sipped only lightly from their essence in the wee hours as the two relative, for heretics, innocents had eagerly groped her in the dark. She was certain they were virginal before last night and therefore took some small pity upon them. Both would sleep through this day, however, and only remember a blissful first experience at the touch of the dark-haired woman.

She had placed a charm into their love-play, though, and she could call upon these two at need. Having not drained their essence completely had the advantage that she could affect them in other ways. Both were healthy, young and strong. The aid of such might come in handy at some point, she suspected.

Amazingly, one of the young men, the one with a thick thatch of curly brown hair stirred and looked at her as she dressed. "Good morrow," he said, smiling blearily.

She gave him a soft smile. "Good morrow, lover," she said, leaving her skirts untied and setting them aside so that she only wore a blouse.

He looked at her nude lower half, the wide-eyed wonder of a newly initiated lover marking his features plainly. The thin sheets over him stirred as his organ swelled instantly.

Renna's smile broadened and she remembered well why she liked young bucks like this lad. Not a dram of his essence did she drink, save that which a man gives to any woman when they grapple in passion. Young Arvionis was an enthusiastic lover and left her panting as thoroughly as she did him.

"I must be going," she said as he kissed her neck and she felt is organ stiffening yet again against her thigh. "Though I regret it sincerely." That much was true, she would have spent the whole of the day being taken by the amazingly resilient young man. However, she did have matters of import to tend. Pharen, her fellow Templar, would be wondering after her, for one matter. No matter the energy and passion of the young man she was with, it compared palely against the glory of being bedded by another Blessed of the One.

She touched the young man's brow and he slumped to the mattress with a sated sigh. Gently, Renna kissed his cheek and murmured thanks for a pleasant morn before rising and dressing fully.

The sight of an elven woman as the first thing upon opening the door took the Templar by surprise. The petite elf was busily picking up loose beads from the paving cobbles of the street that the rented room let onto. In the rain, the elf's silken hair was matted to her head and she looked mostly like a drowned rat with her sharp features and determined expression.

Renna fell to helping the elf gather the colorful glass beads. "Not a pleasant day to be dropping things," she observed, smiling wryly as the quiet, heavy raindrops soaked her own hair.

The elven woman smiled in gratitude. "I thank you," she said in that oddly clipped way in which all elves seemed to speak. She kept gathering the beads and had most of them up with her deft fingers a moment later.

They finished gathering them up and fled to the shelter of an overhanging porch that ran along the fronts of a half dozen shops. Both women dripped water from their hair, chins, and noses. The elven woman looked up at Renna and giggled. "It may seem a waste to gather glass baubles in the rain," she said. "But they were a necklace that is dear to me."

Renna handed the tiny woman the beads she had collected. "I understand - A gift from someone special?" Renna knew Windiri elves were small, but the woman seemed tiny, coming only to her own shoulder. It seemed that, despite the wet, sodden look of her, though, she was drying quickly, or at least her hair was. It had regained some body and was becoming a thick mane of silken tresses of a most appealing platinum white. It went well with the elf's silver eyes that flashed as light caught them.

The elf nodded. "My brother, who has passed through," she said, a regretful, sad look coming to her face. She took a deep, shuddering breath. "But, that is little to you and I'll not burden you with my worries. I thank you, again, miss." The elven woman bowed that curious elven bow, placing one knee forward and lowering their upper body to touch the knee of that outstretched leg.

"Renna," said the Templar, wishing suddenly to speak further to this elven woman. "My name is Renna." She spoke hastily, but tried to simply make herself sound friendly and eager. For a brief moment, she though of using a charm on the elf, then reconsidered. Elves were reputed to be most resistant to such effects and required 'softening' before a charm could affect them.

The elf smiled at her. "I am finding humans are quite friendly," she said, the lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I would be unafraid at all if there were not quite so many of you about a city." She looked up and down the street where over fifty people were visible at that moment. An expression of seriousness overtook her sharp features. "I am Gethalvis of clan Renvelar." She bowed again, more stiffly. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Renna."

Renna smiled. If she were to take an elf captive, it might be best to study how one reacts and know methods of restraint that would work on one. It would also be advantageous to not try something that might fail upon an important personage, such as an ambassador's wife, until their technique was perfected. "May I buy you lunch?" asked the Templar, smiling at the little woman. "I've never spoken at length with an elf and would consider it well worth my silver to have a chance to."

Gethalvis smiled at her. One protect me, they have charming smiles, though Renna. "I would dine with you, but I shall buy my own," she said, then looked at the beads in her cupped hand. "You have earned right of a request of me by your aid in trying times." There was a half giggle in her voice and her eyes flickered toward the falling rain.

The meal was pleasant and Renna watched closely what foods the elf ate. She seemed to concentrate on the fruits available and some of the vegetables. The tiny elf hardly touched the meat, however, taking only two bites, and those small ones.

However, the elven woman's eyes never stopped moving. She was watching the passing crowd on the covered boardwalk where they had found a table. Gethalvis appraised each person as they passed, especially the more attractive of them - both men and women.

Renna touched the elf's hand and smiled. "I see you have a roving eye," she said.

Gethalvis blushed and her silvern gaze turned to the food before her. "I appreciate appealing folk, yes," she said then those large eyes seemed to darken slightly, becoming more the color of iron than silver. "It is part of why I agreed to dine with you."

The templar giggled inside and thanked the One for his providence. The hand upon the elven woman's stayed in place and she let it slide up the slender wrist above the long, narrow hand. "You find me appealing?" asked Renna.

Gethalvis' eyes widened. "You are quite lovely," she said. "Possibly the prettiest woman I have met." Those eyes moved down to the pronounced cleavage that the blouse revealed and then back to Renna's heart-shaped face. "I always wondered what some elven folk found desirable in humans, but now I know. You radiate power and, to speak in all frankness, sexuality."

Renna decided that charming this elven woman was going to prove easier than she had first hoped. "Have you ever been alone with a human?"

The elven woman's eyes widened further to almost disks. "Spirits save me, no," she said. "I have been propositioned by a couple of young men, but they were ill-spoken and I did not find that attractive."

Keeping her smile in place, Renna swallowed the bile that rose in her throat at the invocation of 'spirits'. She had almost forgotten that this was a heretic, above the being a cursed elf. The little woman was charming her as surely as she was trying to seduce the petite woman.

Gethalvis spent a moment eating some apple slices and watching passing men. Her eyes lingered especially long on a tall, muscular man.

"You like powerfully-built men, then?" asked Renna.

"It does make them very different from elven lads," said Gethalvis, smiling idly, but keeping her eyes on the handsome man. "It would serve little point to seek out humans who were slim and slight. Those such I knew back in Theroral."

Renna nodded sagely. "I know a man you might wish to meet," she said. "He is well-built and he is very well-spoken."

The elven woman blushed and looked at Renna oddly. "I had sworn that I did not come to the Windir Isles to seek to couple with humans," she said, then giggled nervously. "But it does seem that it looms large in the mind of one once presented with humanity in reality."

The Templar grinned at her. "If it consoles you, humans often fantasize about elven folk, as well."

"Whatever for?" asked Gethalvis. "We are staid and reserved, especially in loving. I was betrothed almost two years ago for a year and we only made love four times. Elves ought to be considered frigid to humans and one of the least sought after of lovers." She paused a long moment. "I cannot believe I am even speaking so brazenly as this. You humans are a terribly bad influence." She gave Renna a mock look of annoyance.

Renna took a moment to sip her wine and then stared intently at Gethalvis. "Do you wish to meet my friend?" she asked. "I promise, he is more than attractive."

Gethalvis' blush deepened and she looked down at her platter of fruit. "Yes," she whispered after a pause. "Meeting your friend sounds appealing."

The Templar rose from her seat and held out a hand to the elf. "Come, we will go now. I have been away from him a long while this day and he probably worries after me."

The little elven woman nodded and rose, taking the proffered hand and walking down the boardwalk with Renna. Her furtive looks told the Templar that the elven woman was feeling very much as if she were already participating in forbidden actions.

It was only three blocks to the inn where Pharen and Renna had let a room. She guided the elf up the stairs to the back and opened the door.

Pharen was sprawled on the bed beneath the coverlet and Renna guided Gethalvis in behind her. "He's asleep, still," whispered the lady Templar, smiling.

Gethalvis' eyes were locked on the man in the bed. "He is handsome," she sighed in a soft voice. "Your lover?"

Renna shrugged. "We are companions," she murmured. "We are not exclusive, though."

Pharen blinked at the half-lit room and then focused on Renna. "You were gone this morning," he said lifting his head.

"I was out meeting new friends, Pharen," said Renna, pulling Gethalvis toward the bed to stand just beside her at the bed's side. "This is Gethalvis of clan Renvelar."

Pharen looked from Renna to Gethalvis for a moment and looked as if he were going to speak.

"I told her how nice a man you were and how well-spoken," said Renna, interrupting him.

"You flatter me," said Pharen recovering instantly, changing what he would say. He looked at Gethalvis for a moment. "I must say, elven women are prettier than I was told." The smile he donned was a winning one and even Renna felt her heart thump an extra beat when he put it on.

Gethalvis stammered a moment. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Pharen," she said and bowed again. As she bowed, Pharen looked from Renna toward where the sides of the elven woman's skirts showed thigh clear to the slim strap that held the skirt on.

"You must excuse me from bowing," said Pharen smiling an assumed nervous grin. "I'm rather indisposed beneath these coverlets."

Renna had been ready for this opportunity and she wondered just how quickly the elven woman would allow matters to progress. Their experiment into elves had begun, it seemed.

"Gethalvis is a grown woman, Pharen, she has seen men without clothes before." She squeezed the elven woman's hand gently and was rewarded with a flash of the irony gray eyes toward her then back at Pharen.

"It would not offend you?" asked Pharen, taking hold of the edge of the sheet.

Gethalvis shook her head slightly. "Not at all, Master Pharen, she said. I have seen men unclad before, after all."

He pulled back the blanket and stood, stretching for his full height, only two feet in front of the two women.

Even Renna thought he looked magnificent. Muscular and incredibly well-toned, he reached up and pushed against a beam in the ceiling.

Gethalvis' eyes seemed to be trying to look at all places on him at once, to drink him in like a glass of wine. Her eyes lingered on his developed chest, with the rippling muscles beneath the smooth, fair skin. They also lingered on his hanging cock, dangling down before his groin like an obscene sausage. The elven woman gasped despite herself at the sheer size of the thing.

It was certainly impressive enough, Renna knew. From what she had been told, he would be half again as long as any elven man and twice as thick. He stopped stretching and stepped from the room into an adjoining potchamber, pulling the door shut behind him.

"Well, is he appealing to you?" asked Renna, though she knew the answer just from the way the elven woman was breathing.

"He is amazing," said Gethalvis, blinking as if she were coming out of a stupor. "I cannot believe you do not maintain exclusive rights to him."

Renna shrugged. "He is my friend, not my husband," she said. "I would be lying if I said I do not enjoy bedding him. But that does not mean I cannot share that fortune with friends."

A decidedly cinnamon-like scent was filling the air of the little room. "You do find him desirable, don't you?" asked Renna.

"Very," said Gethalvis, blushing. "He is, as you said, beyond handsome."

"Shall I leave you two?" asked Renna, smiling conspiratorially. "I can always have some business to attend."

Gethalvis' grip tightened on her hand. "No," she said. "As appealing as he is, I find you equally so."

Renna's smile became positively predatory. "Shall we surprise him, then?" she asked, turning to where she stood just before the elven woman, peering down at Gethalvis. One arm snaked around the slim waist of the elven girl and pulled her slight frame to her well-curved one.

Gethalvis did not resist the pull and leaned into the kiss when Renna touched her lips to hers.

The two women's tongues darted playfully back and forth with one another and Renna felt a jolt of pleasure move through her as the elven woman's cool fingertips moved up her own spine, pulling them tightly together.

Her fingers found the ties holding the skirt on the elven woman. If she remembered correctly, the skirt and loincloth were of a single piece. She pulled at the tie and it slipped loose, the skirt falling to the floor. Gethalvis gasped but did not protest, clutching harder to Renna, instead.

To Renna, the kiss was delicious. The girl even tasted of cinnamon and she found her mouth watering as they kissed. Deft, slender fingers fumbled with the buttons at the back of her own skirt for a moment before they began to become unfastened one after the other, in rapid succession. Elves rarely used buttons, but once mastered, the buttons popped open with ease.

Pharen was tactful enough so that when he reentered the room, he did not speak. He moved up behind Gethalvis and touched her back. She started slightly at the touch, but relaxed soon after as he began kissing her neck. His hands came up to untie her halter top, lifting it off of her and then cupping her breasts with both hands.

Poor Gethalvis did seem to be wracked with indecision. She seemed to wish to turn to face Pharen, but did not wish to part lips with Renna, either.

Renna solved this by pulling back. I need the chamber, too," she said, stepping back and smiling at Gethalvis. "I'm sure you two can entertain one another for a few minutes."

Huge, strong hands touched Gethalvis' shoulders and she smiled, turning about to face Pharen. His cock was erect and pressed against her belly and lower chest. She looked down at the thing and reached out a slender hand to stroke fingertips along the side. "You are quite large," she said. "Please go gently."

Pharen smiled and kissed the elven woman. "I won't even try until you are well ready," he said, picking her up with arms around her slender body. She moaned at the sensation of weightlessness and then sighed as she was sat upon the bed on her back. He kissed his way down her body and finally began tonguing her slit, slipping his tongue deep inside her. She rewarded him by pushing her hips upward.

Renna came out of the potchamber even as Gethalvis climaxed, arching her back and crying out in pleasure to Pharen's eager tonguing of her cunt. She reached out and took Pharen's pole in her hand where he knelt on the bed, tugging at the rock-hard shaft.

"I think he might explode, Gethalvis," said Renna, eyeing the elf's half-glazed eyes over Pharen's shoulder.

"I would not wish that," said the elven woman with mock solemnity. "I offer him an outlet, if he wishes it."

He very much seemed to wish it. No sooner had she spoken than Pharen was hovering over her with his cock pointing at her tight slit of an entrance.

Renna reached out with her mind and brushed it along the elven woman's mind. If she could force a connection to the girl while she climaxed, she might be able to make it hold fast. The girl's mind was already weakened slightly by the orgasm that Pharen had already given her.

The thick knob of Pharen's cock head pressed against the opening of Gethalvis' body and he pressed downward slowly. She groaned and then let out a slight whimper as the head parted her cunt lips. He stopped there, holding still.

Her opening looked massively distended with just his head entering it. "Too much?" he asked.

Gethalvis shook her head. "Just give me a moment, I shall grow used to it," she said. She looked down and widened her eyes. It looked almost as if she had grown a third leg, the new one in the center of her body. His organ was not nearly as thick as her thighs, but it was as large of girth as the elven woman's upper arm. "A little more, now," she said softly, obviously bracing herself.

Pharen pushed another inch of it into her and her entire body went taut with tension and her breathing became rapid and shallow. "One assist me," she sighed after a moment. "I fear I may not be able to do this," she said. Her fingers played over the shaft of Pharen's cock and the stretched flesh around her opening.

"Again," she said. "A bit more."

Another inch slipped into her and she groaned deep in her throat. She was truly panting then, her mouth open and heavy breaths coming from her. "Again," she said a moment later, then, "Again."

Her teeth were clenched tightly together and she was sweating over her whole body. The scent of cinnamon in the room nipped at Renna's nose.

Gethalvis had accommodated two-thirds of Pharen's incredible length. Her eyes were set with determination. "All of it," she commanded. "Finish this."

Grabbing the elven woman's shoulders, Pharen drove his huge pole the remaining three inches into her.

She screamed in pain and seemed to faint away, at least partially.

Pharen began to slowly pull from her then thrust back into her. Her iron gray eyes snapped open at that and she nodded. "Yes. Take me now. The worst is past."

She seemed to have spoken truth. When Pharen settled into a slow, steady thrusting, she just as slowly stopped whimpering and started moaning in pleasure.

As a Templar, Pharen had been trained to control most all of his body's functions to a fine degree, just as Renna had been. She knew a Templar could even orgasm without experiencing the ejaculation to accompany it.

Not that he needed to control himself this time. He seemed quite involved with the act he and Gethalvis were in the middle of. His giant fleshy spike drove into the dainty elf woman with increasing fervor and her body went form cringing and bracing to accepting, then to welcoming, thrusting her slender hips upward to help him enter her fully.

A slight tinting of red coated his thick cock and Renna knew he had hurt Gethalvis slightly, but not enough to matter. The elf was thoroughly enjoying his attention when. Renna prepared to strike.

She did not simply wish to control Gethalvis, she would plant her seeds deeper than that. The elven woman would think the ideas her very own. It required deep contact and was difficult to set. With elves, it would normally be impossible. However, if Gethalvis' mind were weakened while she climaxed, there was a chance.

The Gethalvis cried out and arched her back. Her slender hands dragged sharp nails down Pharen's spine and Renna struck.

It was a tiny seed and would take time to grow, but it was planted.

Gethalvis slumped beneath Pharen, unconscious. That, however, did not slow him in the least. If anything, his enthusiastic hammering of her slight body increased in ferocity.

Suddenly, he grunted out and thrust a few furious times more into the limp form beneath him. Semen leaked from the girl's distended cunt and onto the sheets even around the huge plug of his cock. He pulled loose, a decidedly wet sound accompanying his removal.

The elven woman's opening stood quite agape and semen slipped from it in wet, glistening strands. "Enjoy yourself?" asked Renna.

Pharen nodded. "Of course," he said. "How often does one get to bed a servant of the dark one?"

They both watched Gethalvis for signs of animation, but she just lay there. "Did you manage to do what you had planned?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "She is mine to control now. I wanted her so that we know more of elven women before taking that heretic, Hyandai." Her fingers moved over the elf's sweat slicked thigh and she slipped three long fingers into the open hole between Gethalvis' legs.

"You certainly leave your mark, Templar," she said softly, lifting her seed-slick fingers to her lips and licking them clean. The coppery taste of blood was there, too. "Your big stick there hurt her a bit."

"Will we kill her when we're done with her?" asked Pharen.