The music and movement stop for a minute as you step from the deer path into the meadow lit by the cookfires and the elf’s magic sphere. “Master Tanner, we have a group of elves who are also traveling to the Valley for the Festival. They wish…”
The one carrying the orb steps forward, “We wish to get some water at the well, rest for the night, and would enjoy sharing your fires. We have wine and food, which we are willing to share.”
Master Tanner stands up and extends his hand in a sign of peace and friendship. The Elf grips him by the forearm in a manner very familiar to you and they exchange greetings.
The Elves introduce themselves as Aladan, Caranar, Malwen, Tathar, and Kalglin, who is the one with the light orb. They quickly move to the well and refill their water skins.
Aladan, the one who you first encountered on the trail, sits by one of the firepits, opens his pack and pulls out a wineskin and package of travel rations. “Scout, Will you share food and drink with me?” he asks. You recognize immediately his offer as a sign of respect between peers. If you had any alcohol, you would have made a similar offer.
“Of course.” You say as you set your bow, and your sword next to your pack and saddle, then sit down near him. You notice that Kalglin is moving around the edge of the meadow and setting wards. “Is Kalglin a mage?” you ask Aladan.
“Of course.” he responds as he fills a small copper kettle from his waterskin and sets it over the fire.
“Why is he setting wards for the night? Isn’t it better to just post guards?” you ask as you keep watching him.
“Have you worked with mages before, Milady Scout?”
“Not in a group this small. Only battlemages when I was in the Queen’s Army.”
He takes the kettle from the fire and pours some hot water into small wooden bowl and adds a dried fruit cake. The smell from the bowl is like sweet oatmeal with fruit. He stirs it with a wooden spoon. “Have you had elvish travel rations?”
You shake your head, “No, but I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it is given.” Remembering to use the universal code phrases that scouts and soldiers use when encountering other races. Upon hearing your response, he smiles and hands you the bowl,
“As a fellow traveler, I offer you food and drink that you may rest and be at peace.”
You take the bowl “May I borrow your spoon? Mine is packed up in my kit.” He nods and smiles again.
“Milady Scout, how long were you with the Queen’s Guards? Were you part of the Diplomatic Corps?” You take his spoon, shaking your head.
At that moment you hear Kalglin claps his hands over his head, and a glowing dome covers the entire meadow. “Master Tanner, all in the meadow are now protected for the night. Nothing can enter nor exit without our consent.” He announces.
All of the elves cheer and visibly relax. You notice that Caranar and Malwen kiss and strip off their leather armor. Tathar is offering elvish wine to Master Tanner, and apparently asking what kind of leather goods he sells.
You take a spoonful of the elvish rations. It tastes like freshly made oatmeal with honey and various types of berries. The berries taste fresh, but you know they were dried before he added the water. “Mmmmm that is much better than my travel stew. Dried meat added to whatever root vegetables I brought with me. How is the fruit fresh?”
He smiles and offers his wineskin. “That is all part of Fae preparation. I am but a soldier and not a cook so I really do not know how they are made, only how to prepare and eat them. You said you had not been one of the Queen’s Guards, yet you know the diplomatic phrases? Why is that?”
You sip the wine. It tastes sweeter than you normally drink but it is good. “I was simply a soldier. But I paid attention and learned whatever I thought would be of use. There are times, when as a sword-for-hire, diplomacy is the preferred answer.” As you hand the wineskin back to him along with the bowl and spoon. He takes a bite of the oatmeal and a sip of wine.
This goes on for a while. The members of the camp enjoying and sharing what they have. A couple of the teamsters had some bottles of whiskey, which they shared in exchange for elvish wine. A couple of merchants even opened their travel trunks and sold a few items to the elves. Mostly leather good and copper or tin utensils.
Soon Tathar starts playing a flute, and one of the teamsters joins with his guitar. Another starts beating rhythm on a hand drum. Music fills the meadow. Caranar and Malwen dance enthusiastically, and have merchants and teamsters join them.
“Would you like to dance, Milady Scout?” Aladan asks as he stands and extends his hand. “I would love to” you say. You feel the music moving through you as you dance.
The tempos of the songs change from joyous reels to something you aren’t familiar with. You see the elves rub their bodies against their dance partners. Malwen grabs a merchant and is sandwiched between him and Caranar. You are a little surprised when she kisses each of them and then Caranar kisses them both. But it all seems to go well with the music. Aladan holds you and slowly caresses your body. Even through your thick leathers, you can feel his hands. You caress him in turn, moving your hands up and down his body in rhythm with the music. The music drops off but the people are still moving. You have an uncontrollable urge to kiss Aladan, so you do, deeply. He holds you tightly. “This feels so good.” You think. He releases you and unties his shirt.
You had always heard that elves had bare chests but you are happily surprised to see that it’s true. You notice that Tathar is stripping off her clothing, as are the two musicians. You lost track of Kalglin, but for the moment you just feel sexual desire building, and you lick Aladan’s pale nipples. “Mmmm” he moans as he continues unlacing his pants.
“Yes, I want his cod.” You think. “Wait! Why am I so filled with desire? Is there a spell? Did they trick us with the wine?” You stop and hold Aladan still for a moment. “I want you, but this doesn’t feel normal. It is a spell?”
He nods and kisses you deeply. “It is a spell of friendship and desire. It is part of the protection dome, that Kalglin placed. It prevents negative thoughts and feelings and, aided by music and drink, brings out sexual desires. It is how we express our close bonds of friendship. Please accept it for what it is and don’t fight against it.”
He removes his pants and you see his hardening member. It looks strange to not have pubic hair around it, but you have a strong desire to suck it.
You hear some moans from around the meadow. Malwen is sucking her merchant’s hard hairy piece, as Caranar is licking her ass. It looks so sexy and turns you on more.
You take a moment and remove your travel leathers. You get on your knees and notice that the hard brown winter grass is now soft and warm as if in late spring. Grabbing Aladan’s smooth firm shaft you slowly stoke it. The foreskin slides back and forth, exposing a pale pink tip. You lick it. The flavor reminds you of the wine. Not that it tastes like elf wine, but there is a smell and flavor that reminds you of it. You lick around the tip and then slowly lick up and down the shaft. You continue to stroke it as you take it into your mouth. It feels good as he places his hands on your head. As you suck him, your quaynt tingles with anticipation. “Have you ever been ridden by a woman?” you ask.
“What do you mean, Milady Scout?” You smile wickedly at him, stand up and playfully trip him so he is on his back. Grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly against the ground, you slowly lower yourself onto is hard cock. “Oh.” He says “Yes, woman on top, we call it. Yes, please ‘Ride Me’.” Using as much control as you can, you slowly rub your wet nether lips along his pillicock as it lies on his flat stomach. Going back and forth, teasing both him and yourself. You feel such sexual drive and desire growing in you.
Releasing one hand, you position yourself and feed his tip inside of you. Slowly moving down and up, you take him deeper into your wet cunt. Once he is fully in, you ride him in the same back and forth motion you used in the saddle earlier today. You rock back and forth harder and faster. “Oh yes, Milady. Ride me. Your wet quim feels so good on me.” He says as he reaches up and firmly pulls your nipples. That additional feeling is what you needed. You feel your orgasm building within you. “Oh Yes” you hear him say under you. Clamping your thighs tightly around him your cunt pulses around his hard shaft. You just realized that you are sweating a bit as you get off of him. His wet hard cock glistens in the firelight against his pale skin.
He hasn’t released his seed yet and you want to see and taste it. You grab him firmly and stroke it, one hand on the shaft as the other massages his hairless balls. After a few minutes of vigorously stroking, it feels even more slick with his juices and even harder. It spurts into the air and you lick the tip tasting his issue. It tastes similar to when you first sucked him, just sharper and more pronounced. You suck it firmly and he moans in pleasure.
You release him and he sits up. “My turn.” He says as he pushes you back and spreads your legs. His tongue licks up and down your quaynt still oozing your juices. He licks slowly at first, as if tasting you, and then hungrily devours you. His smooth, slick tongue moves faster than you imagine, and then he sucks you. You grab his head and hump his mouth in pleasure as you climax again. He licks your juices from your wet open cunt. As you release his head, you see his mouth glistening with your wetness. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his mouth, as he tastes himself on you.
The spell seems to have reached its crescendo, as you watch others finishing also. You get up, still naked and draw some water from the well. The area under the magic dome seems warmer than it was earlier. You look up and see smoke pass through the dome, but apparently heat is trapped and keeping everyone warm on this cold winter night.
The well water is still icy cold as you splash some on you and then pull a towel from your pack, to wipe and dry yourself. Aladan also goes to the well, carrying a wash rag, towel, and a small cake of soap. He quickly washes with the cold water. As you get dressed, you watch his thin but muscular body as he dries himself.
“That was enjoyable. How much of that was magic and how much was real?” you ask.
“It was all real. All the spell did was to help everyone relax and act on their desires. The energy raised by the music, dancing, and sex, strengthened the dome, and ensured that everyone will be safe all night. Speaking of which, I think we should get some sleep.” He pulls a small rolled blanket from his pack, unrolls it, and lies down.
You yawn, unroll your bedroll, use your saddle as a pillow, and close your eyes.
When you open them again, the elves are sitting in a circle having breakfast with a couple of the teamsters. You smell some bacon frying and get up.
Joining the others, you ask if you can have some bacon too, and then you check your horse and prepare to travel. Some of the others are still asleep, but others are readying the animals, and hitching up the wagons.
Kalglin stands near the well and speaks loudly, “My new friends and fellow travelers, as soon as the campfires are out, and everyone is ready, I will release the dome. You might have noticed that the air in here is warmer than what is outside of the dome. I only warn you, so you aren’t shocked by the rush of cold air.” He lights a long-stemmed pipe and quietly smokes, wearing his pack and leaning against the well.
When everyone is ready, he tamps out and empties his pipe, and puts it away in a pocket on his pack. He straightens up, mutters some words, and claps his hands over his head. The transparent dome glows brightly and then disappears. A cold wind blow from the forest road.
You quickly ride down the road to check to ensure that it is clear. When you return, the caravan is lined up and ready to go, with the elves spread out, in among the wagons. Aladan, near the front, Kalglin by Master Tanner, and the others spread out with Tathar taking up the rear.
You pleasantly chat while keeping watch. It is much easier guarding the caravan with the help of the elves. The rest of the trip is uneventful, aside from learning, during a rest and water break, that Caranar and Malwen would like to have you join them in celebration during the festival. “Milady Scout,” he says, “If you are amenable to sharing sexual pleasure with both myself and my mate, we would enjoy sharing ourselves with you, and try to “have you ride” each of us. Watching you and Aladan was very erotic, and gave us enjoyment as we shared ourselves with the merchant.”
You smile at the thought of exciting them as they watched you, because you were turned on watching them too, when you weren’t focused on Aladan.
“I accept what you offer in the spirit for which it is given.” You say and they smile broadly, kiss quickly and then prepare to continue on to the Valley.
When the caravan arrives at the valley, Master Tanner, hands you a bag of coins. “Mistress Swordlady, thank you for the good luck you have brought us. We added a bonus to your pay. The teamsters and merchant all agreed that this journey was pleasant and even profitable. I hope you enjoy your time at the Festival.”
Taking the bag and placing it into a larger pouch, you look over his shoulder at the Elves, who look as happy as the merchants to be here. “Thank you, Master Tanner, I have a feeling I will enjoy my time here.”
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