Chapter 5: Chapter V

Amara, Astrid and Lara listen to your tale. No doubt even some hidden nymphs and other creatures who found the solace of the glade also listen. But you have nothing to hide. You explain that you made your claim to an interloper to your territory, how you claimed her as the woman in question squirmed and did her best to hide her face. How in response Felix made his little expedition to the forest what happened beyond.

As you finish your description of when you scouted out the village in the form of the bat you meet the horrified looks of your wives as you go into detail as to the recent sexual activity. How you fucked Lara, the things whispered into the soldier girls ears by your lover Astrid. How your first wife eagerly drank your cum from your second wife's dripping cunt.

Amara listened with a serious expression, sitting next to you as she inspected your two women carefully, nodding at times or pausing you to ask questions and receive clarification that brought a tomato red glow to the two women's faces.

After you are done you cup some of the healing water and drink it down, soothing your sore throat. Having said more here than you had in a decade.

“You intend to discover what favour he intends to request of you?” Amara asks as she thinks about the situation.

“Yes, I don’t think acting without as much information as I can gather is the correct course of action. Slaying the man could very well lead to complications for the Deepwood and I would be responsible for said complications.”

“Umm, you mentioned that this Piper was mentioning a ‘she’?” Astrid speaks up and you nod, encouraging your first wife to continue.

“Her exact words were ‘Get a knife in the back, you know she is doing the exact same thing.’” You cast your mind back to the small, hooded women at Felix’s side.

“Perhaps a rival of this man, someone he requires aid to defeat.” Amara muses as Lara raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t think she was talking about her?” Your second wife gestures to you with a frown.

“I don’t think so.” Amara says with a sigh. “But that is one of the pieces of the puzzle you need. Others can be found in my very glade.” You glance at Amara and follow her gaze to your wives. They would likely know things, that is if they are willing to give you the answers you seek.

You stand, moving away from the green skinned fay women who melted into petals, bark and water that settled into the warm pond water. You settle yourself between your wives feeling Lara stiffen, but not resist, your touch as you cuddle them close on either side of you.
“There is a beastwomen with Felix, what manner of servant is she?” Astrid nods at your words.

“I know who you are talking about, I have never met her but she came with Felix when he became Prefect. I don’t know what she does.”

“She is his sister.” Lara says, glancing at your raised eyebrow.

“I don’t see the family resemblance.” You say honestly to which she shrugs.

“She is Felicity Valerius, Member of house Valerius, younger sister to Felix Valerius.”

“Her name is Felicity?” You hold back a snicker, making Lara roll her eyes as you pull her closer to you squeezing her breast and making her blush. You know the history of the Beastmen, or at least you thought you did. Soft whispers through the faded recesses of your mind would require meditation to clarify but the great warbands of old that were long ago purged from the Deepwood were not named in such a human way.

“Yes?” Lara intoned, again not pulling away as your hands played over her pleasing form.

“How could he have a beastwomen sister?”

“What do you mean? He is a noble, all the noble houses have beastkin blood? It expresses itself now and then but she is part human also.” You pause and Astrid also looks rather surprised to learn of this.

You think for a moment, considering how to present your question. “Why are humans living with beastmen? The savage and corrupted beasts of the great planes have raided the civilised world for time immemorial. What tamed them?”

“Beastmen have always been a part of the Empire.” Lara shrugs. It seems you won’t be getting much more out of her, it seemed that this empire had been around for a long time. Perhaps the dismissive attitude your people had concerning the events beyond the forest was a poor policy if such wild and unprecedented events are unfolding.

“Well, what about the other person with him, Piper?”

“The herbalist?” Astrid asked, electing a smile and an eye roll from you.

“Do you know a herbalist called Piper?” You say with a giggle and a kiss to your wife’s cheek.

“Right, yes. Piper came from the Empire when we became an Imperial Territory. Along with the Prefects.” Astrid nods.

“When was this?” You ask moving a hand down Lara’s front to her unprotected womanhood under the steamy water.

“I was very young perhaps fourteen years ago? The Empire had been bordering us for decades before then and trading with us. Eventually the King joined them so there could be more trade and in return the Empire supported the royal family governing everything.” You feel Lara squeeze her thighs around your hand as you press a finger into her and moan but Astrid continues.

“Then the Empire sent the Prefects to help the King Govern and his majesty wanted villages like Adare to have officials look after them so he reduced taxes for villages where he sent a Prefect and made it so we paid them to the Prefect who would then pay the King. That way the Prefect nobles would have a stipend to live on.” Astrid concluded her speech with a satisfied nod, ignorant to the essence of the waters seeping into her pores and lungs. You could taste the Amara’s magic in the air. A weak and temporary thing, you trusted her honestly, not to harm your wives.

“Do you know anything about this?” You turn to Lara who bites her lip as you grind your palm into her clit.

“F-felix thought it was, oh.. Was a way to keep him away from the royal family, keep allahhh~. All, all the Prefects away from the royals.”

“This Piper came from the Empire and she is working with Felix?”

“She opened a little herbalist shop, she knows how to cure illnesses and create soothing balms and all sorts of other remedies.” Astrid said as Lara was driven close to her peak by your hand.

“A-also sells things for all the sluuuuAHHH!” You press your fingers deeper, pumping them into your wife as she spasms around you.

“What was that?” Astrid leans forward, looking past you with a red face and an annoyed huff.

“Sluts.” Lara groans softly, her entire body relaxed. “She sells things so the village sluts don’t get knocked up.”

“Like you?” you needle, watching as Lara presses her hands to her midsection and gives you a worried glance. “Well regardless that explains why so many of your peers are not virgins. Naughty little village you come from my love.” You giggle as Astrid leans back in a huff but you give her a nice kiss on the cheek. The soothing healing waters rendering your human lovers pliant and well behaved.

In front of you Amara parted, her soft and jiggily avatar turning to mud and sticks and leaves that were quickly eaten away by the waters just as the water had eaten away the detritus of the wood from your body. A moment later Amara reformed from a warm breeze filled with twigs and leaves that fell to the water in a stunning flurry. She had a wide grin on her face and was holding out a ball of sticky mud. You give her a curious frown before her eyes flicker to the branches just overhead.

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You shrug and take the ball of muck from her hand and lob it into the branches precisely where her gaze had indicated, as soon as the ball flies up to the branches and through the leaves you hear a squeal of disgust before a scream of fear growing louder before there is an almighty...

SLAP!

You wince as warm water rains down upon you all and turn to see who exactly was spying on you. After a moment a figure pops out of the water taking a breath and squealing as she wraps an arm around her breasts and belly.

It is a nymph, soft green flesh and a well proportioned feminine form. If shorter than most other bipedal deepwood denizens. Nymphs were not natural creatures, more an expression of magic and mischief even if they were closer to nature then say, a Dryad. She glared at me as Astrid and Lara stood transfixed at the little horned creature with sharp talons at the end of her hands and feet.

She was ultimately a trickster spirit, the lot of them were annoying little gossips and the Deepwood was lousy with them since they could reproduce just as readily by fucking various other denizens of the Deepwood or by simply singing new sisters into existance. Still the fact that one managed to sneak into Amara’s grove was impressive, unless the dryad had intended for the girl to breach her defences.

“OWWEE! Why did you do that?!” You raise an eyebrow.

“You are an interloper here.” Amara’s voice was harsh and had an edge to it as she glared at the Nymph who winced and tried to look as small as possible.

“I-i was just following the Humans! They are not meant to be here!” She pointed an accusatory talon at Astrid who looked at the, to her, strange creature with shock and pressed herself against your side. You rather liked that.

“I was entertaining a friend of mine, speaking of things personal to her and you have made me a bad host by invading my glade and spying upon my guests.” Amara’s body darkened and hardened, her skin turning to thick glowing bark and her impossibly soft hands turning to wicked talons. “I will strip you of your magic and leave you a whisp!”

“Noo! I never meant anything by it! I was just curious.” The little Nymph squealed and scurried through the water that turned, for her, to the consistency of mud, impeding her efforts to move towards you. But the Nymphs' tenacity won out over the water's attempt to hold the scurrying little creature before long she was clinging to your front with wide eyes, her claws digging into your shoulders as she looked at you in a panic. “Y-you don’t mind! You are not offended! Right?! Pleaseeee!” You wince at her shrill voice before you decide what you are going to say.

“I don’t know, perhaps stripping her of her magic is too harsh.” You offer a smile at Amara as the Nymph’s face lights up.

“Thank you!” She whisper-shouts at you, glancing back at Amara who matched your smile and folded her arms in contemplation.

“I could use her as an attendant. I hear Nymphs are uniquely tight and wet creatures” You muse. Holding back a snicker as you hear a pair of synchronised facepalms from both Amara and your lovely wife Astrid. The Nymph for her part looked at you with hope before glancing down at your fair sized cock and winced. Her salvation looked slightly more weighty than she expected.

“Do you think with nothing except your dick!” You turn to Astrid to defend yourself when Lara cuts in.

“Well she also has a stomach. It seems the great Elves of the Deepwood live like animals, eating, fucking and sleeping. Little else holds their interest.” You look between your wives, attacked on all sides by your loved ones! What did you do to deserve this?

“Her stomach would not lead her to such folly.” Amara joined with your disobedient wives as the pair snickered at your expense, you harrumphed and crossed your arms. You would fuck them later as a punishment but they would enjoy it.

“I-i Would rather do... that, then lose my ma-” Amara waved her hands to cut the Nymph off.

“No no, Your punishment. Will not be serving Ira’s cock forevermore.” She sighs. “No, you will pledge yourself to Ira for so long as she should need you to defend the Deepwood from the machinations of this Felix and his Empire. You will be a companion and an asset offering your skills and abilities to defend Ira and the forest.” The Nymph glanced at you and swallowed before she bowed her head towards you.

“I Nixie, pledge myself to your service within the sight of Amara the Dryad. To be your companion for so long as you have need of me by the contract established by Amara.” You feel your hairs stand on end as the contract is established and you do not resist. Soon you feel your spirit is likewise bound to the contract. Still the magic is fresh, you could use a little bit of clarification on something.

“I can still fuck her right?” You ask, earning an annoyed glare from your wives and an amused look from Amara.

“Only if she wants to.” Your eyes go wide as the pact is sealed.

“Amara!?” You whine earning a glare from the Dryad.

“Your wanton lust has caused this problem to begin with, I shall not be party to your irresponsible pursuit of pleasure. See to the threat to the Deepwood and I might yet change my mind.” You fold your arms as Nixie clambers off of you and goes to natter at your wives who still seem pliant enough from Amara’s magic to accept the little creature.

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You leave the glade with your wives after Amara had seen to them. Both Astrid and Lara were now clad in stunning enchanted clothing spun from the weave of nature itself, a gift from Amara. You glance back at Nixie, your other gift. That you are contract bound to not fuck unless she askes you to. A cute Nymph. That you could not fuck.

Terrible gift.

The walk back to your camp goes slowly as Nixie takes the time to needle both you and your wives with tons of inane questions that would normally get a Nymph chased away for. Or outside the forest, salt and iron readied to banish her back to nature purely for the annoyance to pass.

After what seemed like a far longer journey back to your camp, you look around, racks of drying meat, spare tools and supplies you had created over the centuries. Some soft spots for sleeping and other activities. Ice cold fresh water stream.

You let out a content smile, you had everything an Elf could ever want. Now that you had your wives of course.

“Soooo... Boss.” Nixie gives you a wide smile. “What's the plan? And, what do you need me to do?” That was something you needed to think about.

You had to decide what you were doing, you had a grace period of a sort, before you had to take direct action. You had a full week of ritual offerings that Felix would go through before he could make his next move, likely asking you for a ‘favour’ that you would have to be very careful with refusing if you wanted to. If he did as he said then you would be obligated to him in some way.

Outright refusal would make you lose considerable face with the denizens of the forest. You wave off your wives and the Nymph before settling into the middle of your glade. It has been a long time since you have meditated and your mind has fragmented predictably. You began to sort through yourself. Bringing forth memories that shift from shadowed and forgotten places to perfect recollection.

Elves never truly forget anything, but it takes time and practice to bring about from an ancient mind things that are useful in any given moment. You feel the earth shift, the creaking of your bone as you strain against the stiffness of your body. For once in a century you feel the strain of activity. You feel the strain of life.

You remember many things in your meditative state, things you wanted to forget. Merrymaking, singing, dancing, warm lips pressed against your own. Things you were drawn to but had little value in your current state. You struggle to bring yourself to cast such things back into the shadows of your mind again but manage to set them aside at least. Forever half forgotten, yearning with regret and absolution.

Long disused memories flicker to life, abilities, skills, concepts you had neglected come to the forefront of your mind. As you awaken from your stagnation you will remember more of your ancient ability.

You think about the past...

Pain, humiliation, inflicted by the Swordmaster Zaos of the eastern witchwood. A venerable ancient when you were young to this world. You had sought him out as many others filled with pride did. So many lacked the will to learn from such a harsh master. But you were one of the few that learned from him the way of the blade. Ah yes, you remember now, beyond the petty mastery you carried to this place. You were... You are Ira Dyphelle, great Swordmistress and Spellsinger of the western Shallowood. How could you have forgotten?

Music, dancing, merrymaking fill your mind once more and you turn away. Casting away such memories and awakening.

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