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Lukas Reinhurst raised his shield and spear, shoulder to shoulder with the other men of his battalion. Their line extended from one edge of the treeline to the other, crossbowmen and huntsmen in the back ranks and spears in front. Before them, they heard a cacophony of insane chittering and shrieking emenating from the forest.

“Keep it tight, boys!” Captain Van Hoorst bellowed from behind the front line where Lukas stood vigilant. The older mustached, gray-haired senior officer had his sword raised just pointed at the forest in front of them just as the first Skaven broke through the trees.

Lukas watched as the fiendish, manic horde of rat-men came rushing out of the forest in a mad frenzy, charging straight at their line. There was no finesse and strategy in their approach - they merely dashed right up the middle and toward the human spearmen with daggers, swords and spears drawn.

“Destroy this menace, boys! For the Emperor! For Sigmar!” Captain Van Hoorst shouted. His men let out a cheer in response, Lukas included.

Lukas waited for the first chittering, mad Skaven to draw near and then thrust his spear forward, impaling the rat-man through its chest. The eighteen year old’s comrades on either side of him did so likewise, felling scores of their demented rat-men foes. With his adrenaline running high, the young man couldn’t tell exactly how well the battalion was fairing so far, but they seemed to be holding firm for the time being as far as he could tell.

He knew this kill was a short-lived victory for him, as was the next kill, and the next. The vanguard of Skaven charging their lines were mere Skavenslaves - the lowest and most wretched rabble of their race to be used as pure fodder against the Forces of Order during battle. He had fought their ilk many times before, even at his young age.

The skavenslaves came at the imperial lines in waves, slamming against the imperial shieldwall. Lukas by now had already killed at least ten of these creatures, but their numbers seemed ceaseless. He could feel himself starting to tire, and one or two of his nearby comrades had fallen under the relentless tidal wave of skaven. Lukas steeled himself and continued to beat back the skaven that assaulted him.

“Hold the line, men!” Lukas heard Van Hoorst bellow, the imperial captain attempting to rally the men who were beginning to waver. “We can beat them ba-

Van Hoorst’s battle cries were interrupted by a series of demoralizing growls emerging from the trees, followed by a stomping sensation that shook the ground around them. Lukas’ blood ran cold the moment he felt the world shaking and heard the disconcerting animalistic growling coming from in front of them.

A moment later, several rat ogres - hulking skaven abominations that towered over their smaller counterparts - came charging out of the trees behind the scores of skavenslaves. The rat ogres were so reckless in that charge that they trudged their way over many of the skavenslaves in their wake, splattering them into pieces as they crushed the screeching little wretches. Lukas almost felt a pang of sympathy for them.

The nearest rat ogre to Lukas smashed into the spearmen several feet to his right. He didn’t even need to see the result of the ogre’s charge to know that those men were dead. A second rat ogre followed closely behind the first, knocking several men off their feet with a single swipe of his tree trunk-sized arm. The ogre then pushed through the imperial ranks and a few moments later, Lukas heard Van Hoorst let out a blood-curdling cry as he was eviscerated by the two rat ogres.

With their captain’s death, the soldiers on either side of Lukas began to break ranks and flee, crying to Sigmar for help that would not come. Lukas felt the same feeling of fear that many of the others felt. He thought back to his family in Altdorf, and that if he turned and fled like the other men were doing, he might live to see them again.

Just as he was about to turn and flee, he saw the rat ogre that had killed Van Hoorst. The hulking monstrosity had a gaping wound in his chest, with Van Hoorst’s sword still embedded in the lumbering creature’s torso. Evidently, the veteran imperial officer had not gone down without a fight despite his grisly demise.

Lukas knew it was foolhardy. Most of his fellow comrades had retreated or were in the process of retreating. But he saw an opportunity. With a renewed sense of purpose, he gripped his spear and ran toward the wounded rat ogre that had killed Van Hoorst. The ogre’s face morphed into a bestial grimace as it spotted Lukas charging at him, as if even it couldn’t comprehend why a lone imperial soldier would have the courage to charge straight at it.

The ogre took a swipe, but the grievous wounds it had taken slowed it down just enough for Lukas to dodge its swipe and drive his spear directly into the gaping wound that Van Hoorst’s blade had opened for him. The rat ogre let out a death knell cry as the spear drove right into its black heart. Lukas felt a surge of triumph, but this quickly turned to panic when he tried to tug the spear from the dying rat ogre, but he found that he could not dislodge it. To his left, he saw a mad skaven rushing at him even as the dead rat ogre fell to the ground, taking Lucas’ spear with it.

Lukas used his shield to attempt to block the blow from the skaven, but he was not quick enough, so preoccupied with the rat ogre as he was. The young man let out a hiss of pain as the skaven’s dagger pierced the gap in his armor and bit into his flesh. Operating on sheer adrenaline, he used his shield to deflect the skaven’s next blow, but he grew dizzy and knew he was losing blood fast. The shield slipped from his fingers and the skaven in front of him gave a fiendish grin, shouting, “Kill, kill man-thing!”

Lukas shut his eyes, accepting his fate. He only hoped his family back home in the capital would somehow hear some sort of tale of his heroism before he died along the borders of Athel Loren.

He heard a thunk and then the sound of a body hitting the ground, and it took Lukas several moments to realize that he was still alive. When he opened his eyes again, the skaven that was about to end him was lying dead on the ground before him. An arrow had pierced its throat.

Had reinforcements come to their aid? Had a contingent of imperial huntsmen joined the fight with their longbows? These were the last coherent thoughts Lukas had before he fell to his knees, his body growing weak and his vision getting hazier.

The last thing he saw before slumping over and losing consciousness was the vague sight of two figures striding up to him in dark green clothing that matched the color of the forest. Each with a pair of pointy ears.

+++

Naestra and Arahan, protectors of Queen Ariel, observed the results of the imperial battle that they had intervened in. The humans of the Empire had turned tail and run in the midst of overwhelming numbers from the skaven, leaving the two native elf women to mop up what was left of the skaven.

Well, most of the humans had run. Save for one.

Naestra got down onto one knee in front of this lone human footsoldier who had killed the rat ogre. The dark-haired wood elf took stock of the youth - barely a man, by her reckoning. He had red hair the color of fire beneath his helm, and freckles. He had clearly passed out, but his chest was still rising and falling. He was alive, for now. But as Naestra inspected him, she saw a deep wound on his left side. She frowned with sympathy at the young man, putting aside her bow and pressing his pale hand to his bloody wound to keep pressure on it.

“Ugh, why do you fuss over this one, sister?” Arahan, her blond-haired sister groused. She had just finished putting the last of her arrows into whatever remaining skaven wretches she could find and had strode up to Naestra and the red-haired human soldier.

“This one did not flee like his brethren did. You saw him, sister,” Naestra answered calmly. “He stood his ground against the vile skaven, knowing full well he would be overwhelmed and killed.”

Arahan snorted. “What of it? Should a lack of cowardice be considered heroism now, Naestra?”

“Don’t be so callous, sister,” Naestra said disapprovingly. “Bravery should be rewarded, and I’ll not let this one die on my watch.” She began to apply a healing salve to his wound. Not enough to save him in the long run, but enough to keep him alive until she could move him to a better place to heal him properly.

“Surely you cannot be serious. Your tender mercy is nauseatingly boring. Do you really intend to bring this human with us?!”

After giving the unconscious young man an impromptu field dressing, Naestra gathered him up into her arms. This was not an easy feat considering he was armored. But her lithe size and build betrayed her true strength. She let out a shrill whistle, and after several moments a caw sound answered her call. A great eagle descended beneath the canopy of trees, landing amongst the many corpses of humans and skaven in the forest clearing.

Naestra turned back to Arahan. “That is exactly what I intend to do, sister. There will be more time for killing later. For now, the Skaven have scattered anyway.”

Arahan snorted petulantly. “Have it your way, sister. Ever the bore, as usual.”

Naestra ignored her as the giant eagle she’d called inclined its head to her and she in turn bowed to him. “Gwindalor. Take us back to the sanctuary.” She looked pointedly at Arahan. “All three of us.”

The eagle complied, lowering itself down so that the two wood-elves could climb atop him. Naestra stroked the eagle’s neck a few times affectionately, earning a few relaxed trills from their feathered companion. Naestra sat the human atop the Gwindalor, settling herself in right behind the unconscious human, wrapping her arms around his middle to hold onto him and keep him steady during their flight. Arahan, though eager to keep hunting Skaven, reluctantly huffed and mounted atop the eagle behind Naestra.

+++

Lukas’ entire body felt sore when he awoke. The young man groaned as he regained consciousness, his upper body in particular feeling stiff. He hissed when he felt a burning sensation in his shoulder, reaching a hand up to clutch at it. He was surprised to find a silk bandage wrapped around his arm and across his shoulder. The previous battle in the clearing came rushing back to him in that instant and he suddenly began to panic, fearing for a moment that he’d been taken prisoner by the foul skaven after they’d wounded him.

No, that was not possible. Skaven didn’t take prisoners. Nor did they dress the wounds of said prisoners, like someone clearly had with him. But if not the skaven, then who…?

“Ah, you are awake, young one.”

Lukas sat up in the simply wooden bed he was lying in, startled by the serene yet striking feminine voice he heard from the nearby doorway. Stranger still, it sounded like two voices uttered in tandem with each other. He was greeted with the sight of two of the most beautiful wood elves he’d ever seen; slender, and adorned in green and brown leather armor that appeared quite form-fitting. One was raven-haired while the other had golden blond hair. Both of the elf women had opposing helms that shielded only half of their respective faces.

Keeping his hormones in check for the time being, Lukas pondered his situation as the she-elves looked at him from the doorway.

Van Hoorst had told him and the rest of the men not to trust the wood elves of Athel Loren, even if they shared a common foe in the Skaven. They were an enigmatic people who shunned outsiders of any kind, including humans. He’d heard many tales about men of the Empire and Bretonnia wandering too far from their borders and into the elves’ mysterious forest, never to return again. Such stories made him question whether he was currently their guest or their prisoner.

“W- where am I?” Lukas asked, looking around the room. He saw no sign of any of his comrades. Considering how dire the battle against the skaven had become, he began to wonder if any of the others had survived. With Van Hoorst and most of the veterans dead, he doubted most of the younger soldiers would’ve lasted much longer thereafter.

“Our sanctuary, near the border of Athel Loren,” the raven-haired wood elf replied.

“‘Our sanctuary?” Lukas repeated.

“Yes, ours,” the blond-haired elf retorted, purposefully running her finger along her bow as she stared him down. “The Asarai do not make a habit of letting outsiders past our borders. Not alive, anyway.”

Lukas blinked. To his credit, however, he did not flinch in the face of the obvious threat despite the fear he felt beneath the surface. The blond-haired she-elf seemed intent on getting under his skin, and he wasn’t about to cower in the face of it.

“I had no intention of crossing your borders. I was following orders to track and destroy an army of vile rat-men that had been ravaging our villages,” Lukas explained, wincing from the pain of his wound when he sat up in bed.

“Peace, human. We know, and we saw. It’s why we chose to save your life rather than leave you to your fate,” Naestra said. The dark-haired she-elf looked pointedly at her sister beside her. “Isn’t that right, Arahan?”

Arahan rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, whatever,” she replied, waving her off. “I suppose we’re making a habit of defying Orion’s orders and taking in wayward human whelps…” she muttered under her breath.

Ignoring her verbal jabs, Lukas turned back to Naestra, realizing that she seemed to be the more reasonable of the two. “So…you saw our defeat?”

Naestra gave him a sympathetic smile. “We saw you face down a rat ogre whilst the rest of your comrades were retreating. That was quite brave.”

Arahan snorted. “A wounded rat ogre.”

“Arahan!” Naestra scolded. She looked back at Lukas. “Ignore her. You fought valiantly for one so young, and aided in the defense of our border. Noble actions deserve to be rewarded.”

Lukas relaxed back into the soft bedding behind him. “I…thank you for saving me. I would be dead if not for you.” She looked up at both sisters. “Did…any of my comrades survive?”

Naestra walked up to his bed and sat down on the end of it. Lukas was reminded again of how beautiful this elf and her sister both were. Van Hoorst would likely smack such thoughts out of his head if he was still alive, scolding him for falling for what he would call “the seductive wiles of forest witches.” But Lukas was young and hot blooded, and he couldn’t help letting his mind wander a little in the presence of a pair of comely women. Even elf women.

“The remnants of your brothers-in-arms fled west into Bretonnian lands, according to our Waywatcher scouts. They may have regrouped there, but it is unlikely they will return to our borders.”

Lukas sighed. “So…they left me.”

Naestra put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “They likely thought the skaven killed you, young one. But you are still alive, and you may yet rejoin your living comrades before long.”

He nodded. “And what of the skaven?” he asked bitterly, thinking about the wicked rat-men decimating his fellow sons of Reikland.

“We destroyed what was left of them. And it was good fun too,” Arahan chimed in with a grin.

Lukas’ eyes widened. Had these two she-elves alone destroyed the skaven force by themselves? Assuming the blond-haired elf - Arahan - was not bluffing, this was quite the feat, even if Lukas and his comrades had surely weakened and whittled down the skaven force with their lives.

“Well…that’s good,” he said, appreciative at least that his fallen brothers had been avenged.

“At last, something me and this human can agree on,” Arahan said.

Naestra shook her head, exasperated. She looked at Lukas again. “How is your wound?”

Lukas gently touched at the dressing she had given him over the gash he’d sustained during the battle. He winced at the touch. “It aches.”

Naestra nodded and she examined his wound. “You were stabbed by a poisoned blade. The skaven dabble in their vile concoctions. I was able to stave off the poison, and not a moment too soon. Had we found you any later, the damage to your body from the poison would’ve been permanent.”

He nodded, and for the first time he realized how dry his throat was. “Water…do you have any?”

“Of course,” Naestra replied. She poured water from a nearby pitcher and into a wooden cup. She handed it to him and he began to drink greedily.

When he finished the water, he observed the two of them. The blond-haired one seemed to regard him with cold indifference, but the dark haired one had a benevolence about her, as evidenced by her choice to save him without any benefit to her. They were an intriguing pair, and he owed them his life, even if he saw no means of repaying this debt. At least no means that he could see.

“Who are you?” Lukas asked them both after he finished drinking his water.

“Naestra,” the dark-haired one said.

“Arahan,” the blond-haired one added.

“The Sisters of Twilight,” both then said in unison. That was rather peculiar.

Indeed, these two appeared to be twin sisters, but he’d never heard two twins vocalizing the same thing simultaneously before. More interesting, however, was the use of their moniker. The other lads in his company had mentioned something about a pair of she-elves who were rumored to be the personal bodyguards of the elf-queen, Ariel, who could be seen safeguarding the borders of Athel Loren from various threats to their queen and their homeland. Lukas had thought they were just a myth, but they appeared to be very real. Their skill with a bow appeared to be equally real as well, and it helped to explain how they alone were able to finish off the remaining skaven that had broken his battalion.

“And who might you be, young human?” Naestra asked sweetly.

He cleared his throat, shaking off his surprise at being in the presence of two legendary warriors. “Lukas. Lukas Reinhurst of Altdorf.”

Arahan snorted. “Ah, an imperial capital boy. I’ll bet he holds up Emperor Karl Franz’s cloak while he walks. We should be honored.”

“Sister, please!” Naestra admonished. She looked back at Lukas, patting him on the shoulder. “You are under our protection, Lukas Reinhurst. You have nothing to fear. Now, get some rest. You need to keep up your strength. I shall return to bring you some food and swap out your bandages in a short while.”

He nodded. As much as he felt it prudent to try and stay awake so as to keep his guard up, he knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. Already he was feeling rather drained and could do with more sleep. Reluctantly, laid his head back on the soft, simple bedding behind him. In mere moments, he was out again, his fate in the hands of these two intriguing elf women.

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“I don’t know why you fuss over him, sister. What’s the point of safeguarding one imperial foot soldier?” Arahan said as she let loose an arrow at one of the targets she had set up. Her arrow hit the target dead-center. “It’s a waste of our time, if you ask me.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do, Arahan.” Naestra said, firing an arrow of her own and hitting the target adjacent to the one Arahan was shooting at. Her arrow hit her own target in the exact same spot that Arahan had hit hers. “Besides, you were able to satisfy your insatiable bloodlust by killing skaven. Was that not a worthwhile use of our time?”

“Oh yes. I’ll never turn down the opportunity to slaughter those vermin. But that task is done. Why bother looking after this…boy?”

Naestra rolled her eyes, setting aside her bow. She turned to her sister with her hands on her hips. “You forget, Arahan, that there are no secrets between us. You may whine and complain, but I know your true feelings on this Lukas. You think he’s cute, don’t you?”

Arahan made an exaggerated groan. “Don’t be absurd, Naestra! I’ve fornicated with the most strapping and handsome of Asarai men. I’ve taken Devlin, the mightiest of the Eternal Guard, as my mate. Why would I be attracted to some imperial boy?!”

Naestra smirked, shrugging. “You tell me, sister. Why do you keep giving him suggestive looks when you think I am not paying attention?”

Arahan snorted, looking away from her dark-haired counterpart. “Ridiculous. Pure projection, sister. I think you are the one who finds him cute. You insisted on saving him, after all. What I just don’t understand is why. You are mated as well. Cordal keeps you adequately satisfied, does he not?”

“Adequately,” Naestra agreed, thinking of her male Waywatcher lover, who was currently busy guarding the southern border of Athel Loren with his compatriots.

She leaned forward toward her sister, as if fearful of someone else overhearing them. “You know, sister. I know something that you don't know about this human lad in our care.”

Arahan looked skeptical. “Is that so? And what might that be?”

Naestra smirked. “I had to remove his undergarments while he was unconscious at one point. And I got a good look at his manhood, Arahan.”

This gave Arahan pause, much to Naestra’s delight. “Oh.” She then put on her aloof facade once more. “And what of it? I doubt a human whelp like him is anything special. A tiny twig inside his undergarments, I’m sure.”

Naestra laughed. “Oh how wrong you are, sister. He has both Devlin and Cordal beat.”

“You lie,” Arahan said, shaking her head. “You’re just trying to convince me he’s special and unlike the other humans.” Arahan let loose another arrow, but this one did not hit the center. This was utterly unusual considering the expert accuracy that both sisters employed with a bow. The only thing that could make Arahan miss was something throwing her off her stride.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. It is self-evident,” Naestra said.

Arahan set down her bow, crossing her arms at Naestra. “Prove it.”

“As a matter of fact, sister, I will. I have to change his bandages, and I will let you sneak a glance. Just do not wake him up.”

Arahan let out a bemused laugh. “Very well. This I need to see. I rather enjoy proving you wrong, Naestra.” Of course as she said it, Naestra could see the very subtle brief moment in which Arahan chewed her lip. Her words were getting through to her haughty sister, despite her denying it and hiding behind a lot of bluster. Naturally, she was curious to see if Naestra was telling the truth.

The two wood elves returned to the hut where Lukas was resting. Both sisters peered through the doorway and saw that the human male was still sleeping. With the coast clear, Naestra tiptoed into the room, subtly approaching Lukas’ bed. She did not even need to glance behind her to know that Arahan was following in lockstep closely behind her.

Naestra carefully, delicately reached down and lifted up the soft blanket covering his slender body. Though swapping out his bandage was a genuine priority, both she and Arahan had other things on their mind that needed attending to first. When she saw that Lukas hadn’t stirred, Naestra pushed the envelope by shimmying his trousers down ever so slightly, his cock flopping out from his confining pants in the process. The gasp that came from her cocky sister’s mouth was more than worth the effort.

“By Ariel! Is that…all him?!” Arahan asked with disbelief. The youthful human male’s cock was plump, long, and thick, even in its current flaccid state. And she did not need a side-by-side comparison to know that Naestra’s earlier claim about him being bigger than their respective elf male mates was also not fabricated.

Naestra grinned at her sister. “Perhaps you were wrong to underestimate this human, weren’t you?”

Arahan was still in shock looking at his member. It took a great deal to give her hot-headed counterpart pause, and Naestra couldn’t help but enjoy it. “How is it possible for a human whelp who’s barely a man to have a stem this long?”

Naestra quickly tugged his pants back into place. “This is why you shouldn’t be so quick to judge, sister. Men may seem uncouth, but they are full of surprises if you are willing to give them a chance.”

Arahan rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you may be right, sister. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She looked down at the sleeping young man, licking her lips. “So, what are we waiting for? When do I get to fuck this one?”

Naestra sighed. Leave it to Arahan to go from scoffing at the idea of this human lad pleasing her to being ready to mount him in mere moments. Such was the nature of her sister’s fickle impulsivity. “We cannot take advantage of him in his current state, Arahan. Besides, were you not just boasting about how satisfied Devlin keeps you?”

“Bah…Devlin is not here, is he? And what he does not know doesn’t hurt him,” Arahan said, waving her off. “You were the one who showed me this surprise he was hiding away in his undergarments. Surely you cannot show me such a thing with no plan to act on it.”

She frowned disapprovingly. “Not without his consent. We must see to his protection and his convalescence. If he expresses interest of his own accord, then we shall see. But not before.”

Arahan huffed, striding from the room. “Very well…spoilsport.” Naestra shook her raven-haired head and followed her out.

+++

Over the next few days, Lukas felt some of his old strength returning little by little. It was an uphill battle due to fighting off the effects of skaven poison in tandem with the wound itself. By the fourth day, he finally felt comfortable enough to be able to stand up on his own two feet again, aided by Naestra, of course.

Lukas was grateful that he could finally stand up again. Being bedridden as he had been was beginning to make him anxious. He felt so useless in his current state, unable to do much of anything and being entirely reliant on these two she-elves as if he were an infant. Even relieving himself was not something he was able to do on his own for the first two days, much to his shame.

Naestra did not seem bothered by any of this though, much to Lukas’ surprise. There was never a complaint or a hint of frustration from her considering she had to spend much of her time tending to his many needs while bedridden, even the more embarrassing ones. She was very patient with him and nurturing, putting to rest many of the preconceived and prejudiced notions he might have had about wood elves from the stories the other lads had told.

By the fourth day, he no longer felt an ounce of fear in their presence. They could’ve ended his life many times by now. And Naestra’s warm personality and time spent helping him made it clear by now that he could trust them.

Even Arahan had started to warm up to him. Her disposition was still a confounding one to him. The blond-haired twin was quite temperamental and restless at the best of times. He got the impression that she would much rather be out hunting down Skaven, Beastmen or Sigmar knows what else rather than sitting idly by in some hidden forest sanctuary, tending to him. But Naestra did an ample job of keeping her hot-headed sister in check, and seemed to have even convinced her to start engaging in conversation with him. He still felt as though he needed to walk on eggshells around her, but he didn’t fear that she would snap and kill him at the slightest provocation any longer.

“Who made yours?” Arahan asked, currently sitting atop a barrel, idly playing with the string of her bow.

Lukas set aside a bowl of porridge that Naestra had prepared for him, now finished eating. It was exactly to his taste, but he was so hungry he could not exactly complain or be picky.

“My spear was crafted in Altdorf. Standard issue for the soldiers.” He looked at his sword and scabbard resting against the bed beside him. “But my sword was crafted by my stepfather. He is a skilled smith in Reikland.”

“Hm.” Arahan hopped down from the barrel and snagged up his sword. He was about to protest, but he accepted the futility of doing so a moment later. Arahan would do as she wished, and there wasn’t much he could do to stop her in his current state anyway. She unsheathed the sword and observed the blade for several moments.

“Not bad…for a human.” Arahan sheathed the sword again and returned it to his bedside. He suspected that this was likely the best compliment one could ever hope to get from her.

“What about yours?” Lukas asked, eyeing her bow and the twin daggers on her belt.

Arahan flashed him a grin. “Ahah.” She brandished her bow to him, followed by the daggers. She made a show of spinning the daggers between her fingers like some jumped-up ruffian bounty hunter might do to entertain a crowd of drunken onlookers in a tavern. “The finest blades and bow you will ever set your eyes on, boy. Crafted by my uncle, Daith. He forges weapons that all the Old World should marvel at, for both myself and Naestra. Though I do better with them than she does, naturally.”

Lukas gave a small smirk. This woman’s ego truly knew no bounds. “I don’t doubt it.”

Arahan glared at him. “Surely you aren’t mocking me, are you, Little Lukas?”

He rolled his eyes at the pet name she’d come up with to get under his skin. “I would never dream of it.”

She gave him a mischievous smirk. “Good. You’d be wise not to rile me up.” Her eyes scanned him up and down. “Otherwise I might not be able to keep my hands to myself.”

Lukas frowned. What did she mean by that? While most of his recent interactions with Arahan involved them throwing light-hearted jabs at each other, he noticed that she would sometimes give him strange glances. As if she knew something that he didn’t. Though he supposed this was no more peculiar than any of her other behaviors.

He was immensely thankful when Naestra took that opportunity to enter the room. She looked at both Lukas and Arahan, cocking her head at her. “You are not trying to frighten young Lukas here, are you?”

Arahan rolled her eyes. “Always so serious, Naestra. Little Lukas and I are just having a bit of fun.” She looked pointedly at Lukas. “Isn’t that right?”

Lukas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding.

Naestra looked skeptical, shaking her head. He suspected that she was quite accustomed to her sister's bluster and attempts at intimidation. Naestra looked at him. “How are you feeling?”

Lukas smiled at her, running a hand through his short, red hair. “My strength is returning. Thank you.”

Naestra smiled. “It gladdens me to hear that. But, I think a bath is in order. Wouldn’t you?”

Lukas shamefully sniffed at himself, looking back at her sheepishly. “I suppose I do need one. My apologies.”

“Ugh, finally he noticed,” Arahan groaned jokingly.

“Sister, please…” Naestra said, rubbing her temples. She looked back at Lukas. “You needed to get your strength back. I will walk you to the grove, if you will allow me to.”

Lukas smiled and nodded as he stood up from the bed. Naestra stood close by for him to lean on in case he needed to. For a moment, he nearly stumbled now that he was making full use of his legs for the first time in days. Fortunately, he regained his balance a moment later. Whatever Naestra had done to heal him while he was unconscious had worked wonders, as the skaven poison no longer hindered his movement like it had days earlier.

Satisfied, Naestra led him from the hut, looking over her shoulder at Arahan. “You will watch the border?”

“Obviously,” Arahan replied, waving her off with apparent disinterest. She turned to watch the perimeter of the forest treeline with bow at the ready.

Supporting him, Naestra walked him to the grove that was deeper into the woods a short walk away from the outpost. Lukas’ eyes widened when he beheld the striking sight of a small pool surrounded by foliage, complete with a waterfall. He was beginning to understand why the wood elves were so protective of their home, if they had natural beauty such as this to come home to.

“It is quite something, is it not?” Naestra asked.

He looked at her, finding that her beauty fit right in with the grove. “Yes…it is quite something.”

Naestra smiled. “Now…take off your clothes, and I will help you in.”

“Take off my clothes?” he asked, looking sheepish for a moment.

She cocked her head at him. “Of course. How else are you to bathe?”

Realizing how foolish he sounded he shook his head. “Right…of course.” Some soldier of the Empire he was. Battling skaven was a thing he could do, but he shuddered at the thought of disrobing before a beautiful wood elf woman?

Taking a breath, he saw that she had turned around to give him some privacy. He removed his pants and undergarments. His shirt had already been removed, save the bandage that covered his wound. Kicking them aside, he turned around to face her. He gulped with trepidation, having never shown himself like this to a woman before.

When Naestra turned to look at him again, she did not appear to be put off by it, however. She merely smiled as she stood next to him. “Come on, let’s get you in.” Taking him by his good arm, she helped him step down onto the outcropping of the pool so he would not slip on the shallow water. When he was in the pool, he let out a sigh from how refreshing the water felt, especially after days of being bedridden. It was easy to get lost in the feeling, leaning his head back on the grassy knoll behind him with eyes closed as he let all his concerns and worries drift away. He sat like that for several long moments.

“Lukas.”

The sound of her soft voice got his attention, and he opened his eyes. His jaw dropped from what he saw, realizing that she had completely disrobed and was standing over him.

Naestra smiled, removing her hands from her luscious breasts. Lukas gaped as the benevolent dark-haired “daughter” of Ariel bared her nude body to the astonished young man. By Sigmar, she was beautiful. He had never seen a naked woman before, even a naked human woman. But this she-elf looked like a goddess to him. Her athletic form was flawless, trim and fit, her body unblemished and pristine. Naturally, his eager eyes went straight to her breasts. They were perfectly shaped with not a hint of sag, with delicate pink nipples that captured his attention.

“Do you like what you see, Lukas?” Naestra asked, wading her way up to him through the water. She ran her fingers through her dark locks, her raven hair falling down to her shoulders. The covering that remained was the strange half-mask that she and her sister wore on opposing sides of their faces.

Lukas dumbly nodded, gulping. Beneath the surface of the water, he felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He lowered his hands beneath the water to cover his manhood, hoping that the gorgeous she-elf would not notice that shameful state he was in.

“I thought you would,” Naestra purred, now standing right in front of him on the outcropping. There was no condemnation in her voice or disgust, but rather intrigue and eagerness. He looked up at her, his breath catching in his throat now that she was standing only inches away from him in all her glory. His eyes went to her pubic mound, and he was dazzled by the neatly-trimmed thin patch of black pubic hair just above her delicate sex. “But there is no need to be embarrassed.”

She ran her fingers over his muscular arms, and he for the first time realized how slender and lithe she was compared to him. It was deceptive, however. He knew enough about these two elf females to know that they were a two-woman army whose strength and skill was not to be underestimated. She could kill him easily if she wanted to, he knew. And yet he knew by now that she was safe in her presence. Safe…and immensely aroused.

“I’ve never…been with a woman,” Lukas sheepishly admitted as Naestra’s feather-light touches traced over his skin, being careful to avoid his wound that was still healing. He gasped but did not protest as the slender, naked wood elf straddled his waist. He felt the tip of his rapidly-hardened cock brush against her thigh as she sat atop him, the water gently splashing around them.

“There are few things purer than a virgin. It is nothing to be ashamed of,” Naestra whispered breathily, leaning her head down, planting kisses down his muscular torso. Lukas breathed heavier as this beautiful woman’s lips traveled across his skin inch by inch, inflaming his lust. The more base part of himself wanted to grip her slender waist and impale her on his prick right then and there. But he would not dare push the boundaries without her approval. “But I am surprised this is so. Did you not have lovely females in the Empire to share yourself with?”

Lukas shrugged shyly. “None that paid me any interest. I’m just a spearman, not an officer. Some of the other men have visited the brothels in Reikland, but I…did not want to,” he explained.

Naestra smiled. Her hand had crept down to his thigh and he flinched reflexively in response. “Shh, it’s alright.” With her other hand, she touched his cheek, turning his head to face her. “Lukas…do you desire me?”

Lukas opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling very much like a timid boy at that moment. He could only answer truthfully though, even if it resulted in her putting an arrow through his eye. “Yes…I do. But I could never disrespect you so, milady.”

Naestra let out a serene chuckle. “You could not disrespect me, young Lukas. You are in my care; you are my responsibility. It is my duty not just to heal you, but to attend to…all your needs.” Her hand dipped beneath the surface of the water.

“Naestra…I cannot…” he protested half-heartedly. In truth, he did not know why he was resisting what he truly desired. What his body truly desired. And she seemed perfectly willing to oblige. Eager to, in fact.

“It’s alright, dear Lukas. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. I want to take care of you.” With her eyes never leaving his, her soft, delicate hand encircled his throbbing hard erection, causing him to gasp from her touch. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand began tenderly massaging his member, and he moaned. Her delicate touches sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his loins the likes of which he had never felt before. He had pleasured himself before of course, in isolated and rare moments alone when he was back home in his small, humble house in Reikland. But it was entirely different to have someone else’s touch upon his member for the first time.

Naestra stopped for a moment, giving Lukas a light push further up onto the outcropping along the edge of the pool. He was surprised for a brief moment but obliged the gorgeous elf woman as she guided him partially out of the water. His cock sprang up from the water, and Naestra’s eyes widened with delight as his fully erect human member breached the surface of the pool.

Her eyes were brimming with lust upon seeing his cock fully erect. It throbbed in front of her with his primal need, towering like a pillar. Her earlier suspicions were correct; despite his youth, he had both her own mate and Arahan’s beat in terms of both length and girth. She did not know if Lukas was the exception or the norm when it came to human males, but she could not bring herself to care in that instant.

Her hand reached up for his cock and she wrapped her slender fingers around the girthy shaft once more. He threw his head back and sighed as he felt her taking her in hand again. “By Ariel, my hand can barely wrap around it,” she said with amazement. Lukas could tell she was not stretching the truth to boost his ego either. Looking down at her slender hand gripping his shaft, he could tell it was a struggle for her to contain all of him.

Naestra looked more than up to the challenge, however. The raven-haired wood elf began to stroke him, her hand sliding up and down his shaft. He gasped with bliss as he was stroked, her touches the perfect combination of gentle and firm. She smiled, delighting in her ability to bring him pleasure, especially when her fingers tickled the sensitive spot just beneath the thick mushroom-shaped cockhead.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “Moan as much as you wish. We are alone here.”

Lukas did, finally embracing the exquisite pleasure. Naestra soon added a second hand to the mix given that he had the size and girth to accommodate a two-handed grip. She started firmly massaging and wringing his length with a firmer grip and more frequent strokes from base to tip. Precum bubbled up from the tip of his cockhead in regular intervals, lubricating her strokes and causing wet squelches to be heard in tandem with his shameless moans.

One of her hands drifted to his balls, gently tickling and stroking them as her other hand simultaneously continued to work his shaft. Her expert handiwork by now had caused spurts of precum to flow from his cockhead, his shaft lubed up with a lather of his own preseed thanks to her hands. He had always produced quite a lot of precum; it had actually been an embarrassing affair to have a salacious dream while he slept in the barracks, to wake up with his trousers completely soaked through. Lukas was concerned and embarrassed that the woman in front of him would be disgusted by it, but if anything she seemed to enjoy and quicken her efforts even more as a result. Before long, he felt himself approaching a wonderful release, as her fingers and hands seemed intent on milking the seed from his balls.

Naestra’s hands withdrew from Lukas’ cock just as he was on the verge of his first real orgasm from another person. The blissful threshold he was about to cross over evaporated in an instant, and Lukas opened his eyes. He looked down at Naestra with sudden desperation as she gazed up at him, his long, thick cock bobbing in front of her. His member looked red and swollen from an imminent orgasm cut short.

“W- why?” he gasped. He knew it was undignified of him to beg, but he was on the verge of doing so. It nearly felt cruel to have the most magnificent sensation he’d ever felt bestowed on him only to have it snatched away in the blink of an eye.

“Shh,” she whispered soothingly, reaching up and putting a finger to his lips. “Patience, brave Lukas. I simply did not wish you to waste your seed. It would be fruitless to spill it in my hand, especially for your first time.”

He looked at her, confused. His cock still pulsed with his heartbeat. “And where s- should I spill it?”

Naesta smiled, standing up onto her feet. Droplets of water dripped down her naked, perfectly-toned pale body as she emerged from the water. His gaze drifted down between her legs and he gulped when he saw her pink slit. His arousal only blossomed when she used two of her fingers to delicately spread her lips open like flower petals, exposing her inner pinkness to him.

“Where nature intended it,” Naestra answered, her voice dripping with lust.

Lukas’ eyes widened as she climbed atop him without another word. This was it; he was about to lose his virginity. After so many of the other men in the company had ribbed him for avoiding his first time for as long as he had, never partaking in their forays to the brothel while on leave, it was finally now his time.

As she settled herself above him, her hand gently took hold of his cock. She rubbed the plump, sensitive pink head of his thick cock against her entrance. Her sex looked so small, so tight. He didn’t know how he’d ever fit inside her.

Naestra did not look concerned, however. She looked into his face, smiling comfortingly. “This may feel intense. But you will love it, and I’ll be here to guide you. Just follow my movements, and let your instincts control your actions. And when you feel that familiar sensation welling up inside you, don’t hold back. Let it all out within me.”

Lukas dumbly nodded, his eyes fixed on the slender she-elf lowering her hips down toward his throbbing pillar, his thick cockhead closing the distance to her sex. Her fingers ran through the thin patch of raven-colored pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a small triangle above her sex. She spread her lips open, a single drop of her arousal dripping from her pussy and landing onto his cockhead in needy anticipation to be penetrated by him.

Gently holding onto him and being careful not to touch his injured spot, Naestra’s eyes met his, holding his gaze just as she let her body drop. Her pussy plunged down onto his long, thick girth, the first couple fat inches of human cock pushed its way inside her tight elf pussy. His masculine moan and her singsong feminine gasp of bliss sang out in tandem with each other as he lost his virginity to one of the Sisters of Twilight.

“Oh…give me a moment,” Naestra gasped. “You are longer and thicker than I am used to. I just need to…” she took a deep breath and sank herself down again, sheathing more of him inside her. Her pussy gripped him in a velvety tight embrace, rippling along his member.

Lukas struggled to keep his waning stamina in check. Naestra’s hands on his cock had felt amazing, but this was something else entirely. He felt her pink inner walls gripping every inch of his cock as she lowered herself down, taking more of him inside of her. Precum leaked from his cockhead inside her, making it easier for her to take more of his girth within her despite how large he was. He watched with bated breath as all of his length disappeared inside her tight depths little by little.

When he was fully sheathed inside her, Naestra took a moment to compose herself as his girth twitched and pulsed inside her. She threw her raven-colored head back and let out a sigh as she ground her pubic mound atop him, her pussy lips kissing the base of his balls and his reddish pubic hair. He groaned as how exquisitely tight she was around him, as if she was hell bent on drawing his seed out of him.

“You may put your hands on me if you wish, Lukas,” Naestra whispered lustfully, putting her hands on his chest.

Lukas reached behind Naestra, his hands hesitantly went to her pert ass. She cooed and began raising herself up, both of their moans emanating from the grove as her tight elven pussy massaged every nerve ending of his cock as she slid upwards. When all but the head was outside her body, she plunged herself down again, sheathing his girthy shaft inside her tight depths again.

His cockhead mashed itself against her cervix, and Lukas could feel himself hit some sort of wall inside her. While he imagined that it had to cause her some sort of discomfort, Naestra did not seem to make it apparent. When his cockhead pushed against her cervix, she sighed and reached up to caress her breasts, pinching her pink nipples.

Naestra began bouncing atop him, her athletic, pristine body moving in a hypnotizing sway while he watched with fascination and lust. Her tight cunt slid up and down his human cock while both the human and the wood elf moaned together. Naestra was enjoying the sensation of the no longer virgin young man’s girthy fuckstick, especially since it was larger than anything she was used to. With every stroke, his cockhead was tapping insistently against the entrance to her womb, dilating it little by little unbeknownst to him.

“Oh Lukas…I’ve never felt anyone this d- deep inside me before!” Naestra moaned, increasing her pace and sliding herself up and down his long cock even faster, harder. Her juices trickled from their point of union in abundance by now, dripping down her thighs to get lost in the pool of water beneath them.

Lukas met her downward thrusts with an upward thrust of his own, his movements starting to ebb and flow along with hers. Just as he picked up on a new fighting technique in his training, he picked up on the fine art of lovemaking with the gorgeous wood elf before long. Even still, his staying power was waning by the second, and he held his inevitable release back for as long as possible so as to please the beautiful woman riding him.

Naestra suddenly ceased her riding motions. He opened his eyes, looking up at her questioningly. She looked down at their point of union, shifting her hips around as if she was searching for something. Once she had lined herself up, the raven-haired she-elf bit her lip and let herself drop at full force.

Lukas’ eyes widened as he felt the tip of his long cock push past the fleshy barrier that he had felt earlier. At having his cockhead push past her dilated cervix and her clit rubbing against the base of his cock, Naestra threw her head back, crying out her pleasure. The intense reaction to her orgasm was one of the most arousing things he’d ever seen in his life, especially since he was the one who had brought her to this state.

Lukas moaned as he felt Naestra’s tight cunt milking his girth amid her climax. This was bringing him to his inevitable release astonishingly quickly despite his attempts to hold back. The she-elf’s tight sheath just felt too divine, especially to a mere virgin like him. This was made even more of an impossibility for him with the head of his cock getting squeezed past the tight ring of her cervix.

“N- Naestra…I’m about to…!”

She smiled, tiredly reaching a hand down to caress his youthful freckled face amid her orgasmic stupor. “Then do it, Lukas,” she purred. “There’s no need to hold back, sweet boy.”

He gasped, his gaze fixated on her tantalizing breasts as they bounced with her rocking motions atop him. “But…will I not-

She put a finger to his lips, smiling. “Yes, your seed may take root inside me.” She reached a finger down to rub her clit just above his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. “Such a result would be a natural and beautiful thing.”

He bit his lip,desperately trying to hold back. He could feel that he was only seconds away. “But shouldn’t I p- pull out?” The last thing he wanted to do was pull out of her, truthfully. But he felt it was only the responsible thing to suggest.

Naestra’s eyes widened. She looked offended at the very suggestion. “You shall do no such thing!” She pressed herself down on him, grinding her pussy down and stirring his thick cock around inside her.

Her insistence was all the motivation he needed. He slammed his eyes shut and threw his head back as he shoved himself upwards fully, his cockhead pushing past her cervix once more. He felt his long, thick cock twitch inside her from root to stem. His vision turned white for a moment as the cum rushed up his shaft, culminating in the most intense sensation he’d ever felt before.

His cockhead - pushed past her cervix - twitched before spurting against the back of her womb. Rope after thick rope of cum left his body and entered hers in hot, sticky spurts, utterly dousing her ripe, fertile elven womb with his seed. Naestra could feel her deepest place being thoroughly inundated with his essence, and she let out a sigh of joy from the feeling of being inseminated by him. Lukas meanwhile was just holding on for dear life as his balls were drained into the wood elf’s tight body, his hand gripping and squeezing her pert bum as he seeded her deeply, his first proper orgasm never seeming to end.

Much to his eternal disappointment, however, his orgasm finally tapered off soon enough. The thoroughly drained young man fell back against the soft earth behind him with a long sigh as the last trickle of his seed emptied out inside the elf’s fertile pussy. Both her and Naestra were glistening with sweat from their passionate workout, and even Naestra seemed tired despite her and Arahan’s legendary strength and vigor. She laid her lithe body atop his muscular form, her leg intertwining with his while their sex organs still remained connected. She rested her head atop his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“That…was…beautiful,” Naestra panted between deep breaths. “Thank you, Lukas, for giving me your virtue. I never knew that mating with one so young would bring me so much pleasure.”

“By Sigmar, that was incredible,” Lukas said in agreement once he could find his voice again. He looked up at her with adoration in his eyes. “I am forever grateful for you saving my life, and for giving me this.”

Naestra smiled, leaning over to kiss him. He met the kiss with equal passion, despite his inexperience with this simple act as well. “I have a duty to you now. And I will continue to help you. In all manner of ways,” she said with a wicked, hedonistic glint in her eye that for a moment reminded him of Arahan more so than Naestra herself.

“What of your sister?” Lukas asked aloud. He blushed for a moment, realizing that they’d likely been so loud in their passion that Arahan could’ve likely heard them from the outpost.

“Ah yes, Arahan,” Naestra said with a small laugh. “She may wish to mate with you as well,” she said plainly.

Lukas looked at her with surprise. “Beg pardon? M- mate with me? But she doesn’t even seem to like me.”

Nastra shook her head. “No, that is just Arahan’s nature. She is intrigued by you, I can assure you. She just might not show it in the same way that I do.”

Lukas took several moments to process this. Naestra’s blond-haired counterpart was immensely gorgeous and attractive, but he did not feel as comfortable around her as he did with Naestra. Whereas Naestra had a friendliness and purity about her that made her easy to warm up to, Arahan was the polar opposite. She was abrasive and temperamental, and he found it easier to simply avoid her as much as he could in his current state, less he say the wrong thing and face her ire.

“And…you are not opposed to this?”

Naestra shook her head, smiling. “No. There is no mistrust or jealousy between Arahan and I, even if we may disagree frequently. If she chooses to mate with you as well, I welcome it.”

Lukas laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well…I don’t know about that. Your sister is rather strange, to be honest.”

Naestra threw back her head and laughed. “On that we can agree, young Lukas.”

+++

After their escapades in the grove, Lukas and Naestra had returned to the outpost. Naestra now had the watch and had gone to check the border. Arahan herself was nowhere to be seen, which was for the best as far as he was concerned as he could likely sleep easier now that she was not eyeballing him the whole time he slept.

Lukas could not help but play out his experiences with Naestra again and again. It was a very pleasant thing to go to sleep to, and he doubted he would ever forget the experience. His heart raced in his chest just thinking about Naestra, and he grew stiff in his pants from the thought of repeating what they’d done in the grove. Part of him still couldn’t understand how he’d ever been so lucky, especially with a woman as beautiful as her, but he was not about to complain. He only hoped she would wish to continue their passionate activities whenever they had the time.

He had begun to sleep, still stiff from the thought of the she-elf goddess, when he felt his bed shift slightly. For a moment, he feared an intruder had somehow snuck their way past both wood elf sisters. His eyes shot open and he instinctively reached for his sword. Instead, he found himself pinned down on the bed, with Arahan atop him.

And she was completely naked, with a primal look in her eye.

“So Naestra thinks she can hog you all to herself?” Arahan said, licking her lips hungrily. “Well, now she has the watch, doesn’t she? And it’s time for me to get my just rewards for watching over you like I do.”

She released him but still stood over him on the bed. His eyes widened as he looked at her in all her naked glory. Like Naestra, she had a pert set of breasts with pink nipples and an almost identical thin strip of pubic hair above her sex, blond instead of raven-colored. And aside from her hair color, her body was almost exactly the same as Naestra’s, being no less perfect to his eyes.

“I’ve seen the way you look at my sister and I, human, even before she snagged away your virtue.” Arahan waltzed over him with her hands on her hips. “My sister dotes on you as if you were her pet. But me? I know what you are. A pervert, ogling two she-elves.”

Lukas looked at the blond-haired wood elf firmly. “I’m not-

“You’d do well not to lie to me!” Arahan snapped. His eyes widened and his bravado was stopped dead in its tracks when she leapt down atop him again. How she was able to move so quickly was a mystery to him, but before he knew it she was straddled above him, causing him to recoil back against the oak bed frame behind him. “You probably fantasized about fucking both of us from the moment you first set eyes on us, didn’t you?!”

Lukas did not answer her. He refused to be intimidated by her by the more volatile of the two sisters and her threats. Truthfully, she was right though. Try as he might, he was sporting a throbbing erection beneath the silk blanket. Her words were not untrue, of course. He often found himself stiff at the sight of these two beautiful women, walking around in their tight, form-fitting green leather armor. And his tryst with Naestra had only spurred on his attraction to them. The fact that Arahan was atop his bed, mounted above him at that moment did nothing to lessen his arousal. It only exacerbated it, if anything. Already, his horny mind began to wander toward many different scenarios between himself and the hot-headed blond elf woman.

Arahan grinned mischievously at him. “I will prove it to you.”

“Wait!” His feeble protests fell on deaf ears. Her fingers gripped the blanket covering his naked body and gave a tug, pulling it off him. His long, throbbing cock sprung up as Arahan tossed aside the blanket. She turned her gaze down to his girthy manhood.

“Just as I suspected,” Arahan said accusingly. “Unable to control your base impulses. Like a beast of the wilds.”

Lukas attempted to cover himself up, but Arahan batted his hands away. Even as she derided him for his apparent inability to control himself, he couldn’t help but notice that the she-elf was chewing her lip, her gaze still fixed on his erect cock. She seemed to be fighting some sort of mental battle with herself for several moments before finally coming to some sort of decision. She reached up and put a hand to his chest, giving him a shove backwards onto the bed.

He was about to protest before his eyes widened. Arahan squatted over him, and from this angle, he got a good look at everything.

Arahan lowered two fingers down to her navel, brushing tantalizingly through the thin strip of blond pubic hair, and down to her pink sex, spreading herself open with two fingers. Lukas watched her with wide eyes and bated breath, feeling himself grow even stiffer from the sight.

“You want to push that big ugly thing of yours inside me, don’t you?” Lukas gulped, saying nothing. Arahan reached out and gripped him by the neck, though not enough to choke him. “Answer me!”

Lukas could only nod his head vigorously. “Yes, I do!” He responded to her like he would if he was still in training at the Reiksfort.

Arahan grinned. “Good, some honesty, finally.” She gave him a shove back onto the bed, his head thumping back against the feather pillow behind him. “But you need to earn the privilege of being inside me first.” She squatted over his head, delighting in his wide-eyed, blushing face looking up at her. “Show me what you can do with those lips and tongue, Little Lukas.”

She didn’t give him any room to talk his way out of it. She lowered her hips down, her pink pussy and thin blond landing strip descending down toward his mouth. Half expecting Arahan to smother him with her sex if he didn’t cooperate, he dutifully opened his mouth, extending his tongue.

His tongue touched her pussy and he was overwhelmed by her feminine aroma. He tasted her on his tongue, and was surprised by how sweet she was. Though he was forced to dance to Arahan’s proverbial tune, he found himself growing hard from tasting a woman’s sex for the first time. He no longer felt the inclination to resist. If the hot-headed she-elf wanted his efforts, he intended to give it to her.

He reached up and grabbed her thighs, diving in. He ran his tongue over her pink labia, letting pure instinct guide him as he began vigorously lapping at her pink flower. Arahan let out a moan and began grinding herself against his mouth and tongue.

“That’s it, Little Lukas! It seems you’re good for something after all!” Arahan moaned, moving her hips around in circles atop his mouth. “Now the nub, don’t neglect the nub, you fool!”

Lukas did not know what she was referring to at first, but when she used two fingers to expose her clit, he finally understood. He moved his tongue to that spot, flicking his tongue vigorously against her pink clit. This prompted gasps of pleasure from the blond she-elf, clenching her thighs tightly around his head in response as she dug hedgerows with her fingers through his red hair.

He alternated his approach, switching from flicking his tongue against her clit to darting his tongue in and out of her sex. Her breathing increased and he found her squeezing her thighs around his head even tighter to the point that he feared she might smother him.

She hit her peak a moment later, crying out as juices squirted from her pussy, splashing onto his tongue and dousing him. He lapped up all that she gave him just to avoid drowning in the sheer volume of her wet orgasm. He was surprised by how quick he had made her come undone. Perhaps her aloof attitude toward him and her temper had been a mask to hide how pent up she had been.

When the blond wood elf’s climax ended, she collapsed atop Lukas, panting and trying to catch her breath. When she finally opened her eyes again, she looked down and laughed at the sorry state he was in, his face drenched in her clear secretions.

“You know, I rather think I prefer you like this,” she said, her face flushed and grinning.

Lukas looked up at her with an exasperated scowl, though inwardly he could not help but take pride in making her climax. Arahan seemed to talk a big talk, but he was able to make her orgasm in mere moments despite being a beginner. That fact said more than her bluster ever could.

But she was clearly not finished quite yet. She dismounted him and forcefully inclined him to switch places with her. He did not know what she was playing at, but his arousal compelled him to comply. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs open. His eyes widened as she used her fingers to spread open her drenched pink sex.

“Take that freakish human cock of yours and put it inside me! Don’t you want to punish me for how difficult I’ve been to you?!” she said, beckoning him to her with a come hither motion.

It was an obvious challenge, and one he was all too eager to take her up on. Arahan had been a bitch to him for days, and if she wanted him to take his lust out on her, he would be more than happy to oblige.

He took hold off both of her ankles, prompting a pleasantly surprised gasp from her. Without any preamble, he settled the fat head of his cock against her pink sex and shoved himself inside her to the balls.

“Oh Ariel, fuck!” Arahan gasped as he punched his cock inside her, hitting her cervix on the first thrust. He grunted like an animal as he held onto her ankles, splitting her legs apart like a wishbone as he pounded her into the bed. Her earlier climax from his oral efforts made a wet slapping out as he fucked her into oblivion.

He was surprised that someone as headstrong as her would allow herself to be in a submissive position for mating. This contradiction was just another aspect that confounded him completely, but he was in position to give it much thought in that moment. While his lovemaking session with Naestra had been slow and gentle, this was a rough, primal fucking that was no less unbridled in all its passion.

Arahan reached around and gripped him by her firm buttocks, much like he had done similarly with Naestra earlier. His cock pounded in and out of her tight pussy as it milked him, her breasts bouncing and dancing with each of his rapid thrusts. Her blond hair grew unkempt and they  both began to work up a sweat as their hips met each other with quick, simultaneous thrusts against each other.

His stamina and staying power were certainly improving, thanks to his earlier experience with Naestra. He had already driven Arahan to another screaming orgasm, this time with his cock rather than his tongue. He noted that she tended to be louder than Naestra, which was quite fitting for Arahan. She also appeared to orgasm easier and more frequently than her sister, much to his surprise.

He had been pumping himself in and out of her tight, wet sex for nearly a half hour before he finally found himself nearing his own peak. Arahan seemed to sense this as well as his cock grew ever so slightly thicker within her, pulsing with his impending climax.

“You seeded Naestra’s womb, didn’t you?” she panted. “I’ll not be undone by my soft-hearted sister! If you are going to try to dominate her and put a human baby in her belly like the human brute you are, you will have to put one in mine as well! Do it then!”

Lukas, just wanting her to finally shut up, leaned his head down and snatched her lips with his. She moaned into his mouth, screaming into his unexpectedly forceful kiss when he shoved himself fully into her, pushing his cockhead past her tender cervix and letting loose a deluge of his seed into her defenseless uterus. Arahan’s eyes rolled back into her head and she orgasmed again right alongside him as he pumped her womb to the brim with his virile human seed. She bit his lip as she kissed him, but he was so caught up in the powerful feeling of inseminating the troublesome wood elf female that he did not care about the stinging sensation as she accidentally (or deliberately) gave his lip a bite.

When their mutual orgasm came to an end, Lukas looked down at the state Arahan was in after he pulled back from their kiss. He laughed when he realized that the blond hot-headed elf had actually passed out from the intensity of the multiple orgasms he had given her, her mouth open and drool collecting at her lip as her chest rose and fell as she slept.

He shook his head, inwardly chuckling as he let her ankles and legs fall and he drew his softening cock out of her with a wet sucking sound and a pop as the fat head escaped her well-fucked cunt. A flow of his white seed trickled out of her pink sex when he pulled out of her, completing the image of a woman who had been fucked into a slumber like she’d wanted.

Lukas, now thoroughly drained from his efforts that day with both sisters, was happy to finally be able to get some much-needed rest now that he no longer had to worry about Arahan keeping him awake with her restless behavior. He spooned himself alongside her to share the pillow, shutting his eyes and thinking about what else the coming days might have in store for him.