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The finals of the tourney were about to begin. The final two competitors, one a dark horse Knight Errant adorned in simple armor, completely unbecoming of one who might dine with royalty. There was no crest, no colors, or any other adornment, just cold, hard steel. Hell, even the knight’s shield had no crest, just scratches from the countless blows it had protected its wearer from.
The Knight’s opponent had been predicted as victor from the start. The King’s own personal champion and future husband of his only daughter. He wore armor gallantly adorned with a familial crest, exotic trimmings from foreign birds and paints. His armor sparkled across in the mid-day sun.
They approached from opposite sides and circled the field, each paying respect to the crowds and king. The Knight Errant did not speak, only nodded, face completely obscured by a grated steel helmet. The champion’s behavior was the opposite, engaging with the many members of the crowds, bowing to the king and queen, offering a flower to the princess. She accepted with a curt nod and thanks before the competitors took their positions opposite one another on the field.
The knight errant raised a sword and banged it against its shield before pointing at the king’s champion, who did likewise. They circled each other slowly in defensive positions; they had not gotten to the finals without being careful.
“Let’s just make this quick, there’s no way you’ll defeat me in front of my king,” the champion said confidently. His opponent said nothing.
The champion took an overhead swing with his sword; his opponent caught it with his sword and slammed his shield into the champion’s stomach. The champion recoiled slightly, when the knight errant followed with a kick to the champion’s leg, staggering him. The champion regained his balance quickly and followed with a quick slash to the knight errant’s shoulder. The slash pierced the knight’s armor, cutting a deep wound but not breaking any bones.
Undeterred, the knight errant feigned hitting the champion with a shield, but followed up with a low slash to the champion’s midriff. The champion caught the sword between his arm and chest, wincing in pain but was able to slash again at the knight’s shoulder, in a similar location to his previous strike. The shock caused the knight to drop his shield but managed to pull his sword out from being captured by the champion.
The champion took another swing, but the knight rolled out of the way. With the champion in an undefended position, the knight made a series of quick strikes against the champion with his sword, knocking the champion off balance. Before the champion could regain his balance, the knight struck again with his shield, knocking the champion to the ground. The knight put his foot on the champion’s chest, with his sword at the champion’s throat. With no choice the champion conceded defeat.
After a momentary stunned silence, the crowd erupted in cheers. An announcer ran out to the field and shouted “Your winner, the mysterious wandering knight!” the response from the crowd was more cheers. “Victor, do you wish to reveal yourself?”
The knight errant nodded and began slowly lifting off his helmet to reveal the unmistakable rose pink hair and pointed ears of a female elf.
Gasps arose from the crowd as a smirk appeared across her fine lips before applause roared once again. The announcer asked, “Victor, what shall we call you, and who will grant the flower of your favor?”
In a loud clear almost bell-like voice, the elf announced “You may call me Sayoria, as for my favor,” she took the wreath of flowers from the announcer and walked towards the king’s royal seats, “I offer it to lovely Princess Rayna.”
The princess blushed and accepted the flowers, “I look forward to seeing you at this evening's banquet, my champion.”
The elf smirked and winked, “Oh, I think you might see me before then,” before turning off and walking away to get her wounds treated.
ooOOoo
The banquet came and went; the king was fairly hostile to Sayoria, in part for her flirtation with his daughter, but also because this she-elf defeated his champion. Sayoria, however, with a tongue as venomous as her mind was sharp, and managed to throw as many verbal barbs at the king as he did at her.
Princess Rayna, however, felt herself drawn to Sayoria, her easygoing nature, wit, and mysterious air about her. She was increasingly glad that she had practiced her spells during the fight between her and her potential future husband to Sayoria’s advantage.
She struggled to speak, getting flustered during the banquet. Even her evocations to her patron, a skill unknown to those around her were stammered through. Though they were ultimately successful, making her father drunker, and attempting to create a telepathic conversation with Sayoria.
“Can you hear me?” Rayna asked with her mind.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to cast this spell,” Sayoria teased, “and it took all my concentration to hear your whispers during the tournament.”
“You heard those?” Rayna was mildly astonished.
“Do you think these ears are just for show?” Sayoria continued to tease, “but magic stands out amongst the cheers, if only just barely.”
Rayna wanted to ask more, but her father passed out from alcohol, courtesy of an evocation from his daughter. As a result, the banquet ended prematurely, as servants struggled to carry the unconscious king to his chambers.
ooOOoo
The wind howled outside Rayna’s chambers as she began her rituals to her patron. A runic symbol carved into stone with incense burners gently smoking placed on each vertex. She heard the sound of metal striking stone but chalked it up to the wind. When the sound became louder, she walked over to shut her open window, as the noise was distracting her, however, she was startled to see the grinning face of Sayoria.
Rayna let out a shocked gasp but quickly covered her mouth, “what are you doing here?” she hissed.
“I smelt magic, but had I known this was your room, I would have come sooner,” Sayoria flirted.
“Can you teach me?” Rayna’s eyes were wide with intrigue and her voice barely above a whisper.
“Perhaps, who is your patron?” Sayoria asked with a wink.
“Dancer,” Rayna answered quickly, “she was the only one who responded to my cries.”
“Mmm,” Sayoria smirked, “you’ll have to show me some of her dances. I cannot teach you, but I can bring you somewhere she can.” Sayoria was grinning now.
“Who is she?”
“Who? Why, who else could it be? The dancer herself, of course, we could leave tonight unless of course, you need to ask daddy” there was an implied challenge in Sayoria’s words, as though the princess might not be brave enough to leave.
Rayna was undeterred, “I’m in, but how do I get out? There are guards everywhere.”
Sayoria just chuckled, “If your patron is the dancer, then you should have no trouble getting down the way I came up. Consider it a first test of whether or not you’re worthy of the dancer’s time.” Still outside the window, Sayoria gracefully swung down from the rope and climbing spikes she had planted in the wall as she initially climbed up to Rayna’s chambers.
Rayna became filled with determination at Sayoria’s words and practically sprinted over to the window from which Sayoria had been speaking with her. Looking down, she saw Sayoria at the bottom and could see the knowing smirk on her face. Rayna looked around to spot a rope Sayoria had used in her ascent.
With the grace the dancer she had as a patron, Rayna leaped out the window, grabbed the rope, and slid down. She landed on her feet, and smiled up at Sayoria, “Let’s go!”
Sayoria was shocked at the grace with which Rayna traveled down, “Let’s get to my horse,” was all she managed to stammer out.
They fled towards where Sayoria had hitched her horse, dodging various patrolling guards and avoiding the sight of those still wandering the streets. The elf’s experience as a traveler made sneaking though the city proved trivially easy, no one realized they were there.
Once they reached the horse, Sayoria withdrew a dagger from the sheath and asked Rayna to stand still. Kneeling, Sayoira split the skirt Rayna wore in two locations, between the legs in front and bag, creating something akin to chaps to make heavy riding easier. Sayoria lifted herself up and seated herself on the saddle. She offered a hand to Rayna in assistance, which she graciously accepted. Rayna sat in front of Sayoria and held the reigns of the horse.
After about an hour of travel, Sayoria shifted her position. Where her hands were once wrapped around Rayna’s waste, she moved one up to around her neck, then down the front of her shirt to fondle Rayna’s firm tits. She then lowered her left hand into Rayna’s waist and her underclothes, to tease Rayna’s pussy.
“Stop, you’ll make me lose control of the horse,” Rayna protested half-heartedly.
Sayoria just grinned and kissed Rayna’s neck as she continued to fondle her, “Doesn’t that just make it more exciting?” Sayoria pinched Rayna’s nipple, her nail digging into the flesh of her areola, “besides, we’re almost there.”
“Almost where?” Rayna asked between pleasurable sighs.
“You’ll see, trust me,” Sayoria whispered.
As the ride continued, Sayoria continued to tease Rayna, her fingers dipping into Rayna’s sweet pussy and fondling her tits. Every time Rayna seems close to the edge of orgasm, Sayoria would pull back and whisper, “Not just yet, not just yet.”
Eventually, they reached their destination; a secluded lake that a waterfall fell into. Hidden behind the waterfall was a cave. Sayoria tied the horse to a nearby tree as Rayna looked in awe.
“Only elves and those we wish to can find this place,” Sayoria explained, “In the cave, you’ll find a statue. At the statue, attempt to make contact with your patron.” Rayna nodded and began walking towards the cave, but Sayoria interrupted her, “This is a place to commune; clothing will only get in the way.”
Rayna was not convinced that Sayoria didn’t just want to see her naked body, but ended up deciding to better be safe. She slipped off her dress and skirt, Sayoria whistled in admiration of Rayna’s nubile form, her hands hadn’t done her body justice.
Rayna had a fair ivory complexion with almost flawless skin. Her nipples on her c-cup tits were erect and pointed gently upwards from the center of her perky breasts. Above her pussy was a patch of neatly trimmed dark hair, directly above was her flat, firm midriff. Finally, her ass was firm and formed a beautiful crescent.
“Those clothes did your beauty no justice,” purred Sayoria.
Rayna blushed as she dove into the water, swimming towards the cave and the statue within.
ooOOoo
Rayna climbed up inside the cave and whispered an evocation to light her path. Sunlight occasionally bled through the roof of the cave, but not enough to provide a decent source of life. She walked deeper into the cave, the cool moss beneath her feat provided a moderately pleasurable sensation.
She came upon the statue Sayoria had spoken of; it was a damaged statue of the dancer, her patron; one arm pointed straight up, the other extended outward with a palm up. One leg was extended and slanted downward, the other leg in a crouching position, with only the ball of the foot on the ground.
Sayoria took in the image; she had seen drawings but had never encountered a statue representing the dancer. First, she knelt and whispered a prayer before standing upright and began dancing.
She closed her eyes then began moved slowly, as though through water, making each movement deliberate and perfect. A leg extended and then brought to her chest followed by a graceful spin on one leg. She brought her leg down in a position and knelt in a manner mimicking the statue. From there one arm curled above her head, the other at her midriff.
She then brought her arms together at her chest, forming a circle. She then brought her hands away, extending them outward from her torso, one palm up, the other down. From her arms spread out, she brought her hands then to mimic the position of the statue.
She held the position for a long moment as sweat came across her bow. She slowly opened her eyes, her position a mirror of the statue. In the open palm of the statue, a hemp bag sealed tightly with deep red string. Rayna lifted the bag; it smelt of clover, ginger, and an unmistakable trace of magic. She whispered thanks to her patron as she took the bag and dove back into the water.
After a few moments, she surfaced outside the cave. The sack was completely dry, an effect on the enchantment inside it.
Sayoria took in the sight of Rayna emerging from the water, dripping wet. Her hair had shifted from brown to bright silver, shimmering in the afternoon. Sayoria’s mouth was slightly agape at the sight, “You look beautiful, more beautiful than before,” she whispered in awe.
Rayna blushed as she walked towards Sayoria, “Thank you,” she whispered back before pressing her lips against Sayoria’s.
The kiss took Sayoria by surprise, but she quickly reciprocated, sliding her tongue into Rayna’s mouth. From the kiss, Sayoria reached up and began fondling one of Rayna’s pert tits.
Rayna broke the kiss, “I think you’re overdressed.”
Sayoria looked down, noticing she was still fully clothed, “I can’t help but agree,” she said and began removing her clothing. As was customary for elves, she wore no underclothes. She swiftly unbuttoned her shirt, and tore down her pants, stepping out of them and her boots simultaneously. Her shirt was still on, though unbuttoned and Rayna got a good look at her physique.
Sayoria had a build typical of elves, lithe with small, athletic-looking tits, long legs, and a barely curved ass. She had shaved her trimmed her pussy hair, shaping it into two wings meeting above her clit. Like her hair, her pubes were rose pink.
From there, she wrapped one arm around Rayna’s head, the other around her waist, and pulled her closer into a kiss and then lowered Rayna down, to an elevated seated position. Rayna reached one arm around and grabbed on to Sayoria’s ass, while fondled one of her tits with the other hand.
With her knee between Rayna’s legs, Sayoria rubbed her upper thigh against Rayna’s pussy, feeling the moisture. “Is that from the water?” Sayoria purred, “or me?”
“Both maybe,” Rayna said playfully.
Sayoria repositioned herself and began sliding down Rayna’s body, pausing to suck on one of Rayna’s erect nipples, biting it gently before moving further down. However, as she slid down, she lost her footing, stubbing her toe. She winced in pain, but closed her eyes and began licking at Rayna’s body. However, stubbing her toe had thrown her off her proper positioning, and instead of Rayna’s pussy, she licked the inner thigh, close to the knee for several seconds before the throbbing of her stubbed toe subsided and she realized her mistake.
Rayna giggled when she realized Sayoria had made a mistake, and took her head into her hands and helped guide Sayoria to her dripping cunt.
Sayoria refocused her mind and began licking at Rayna’s pussy. The taste was slightly fruity, mixed with the freshwater from which Rayna had just climbed out of. She smirked to herself as she licked and began an ancient pleasure technique passed down for millennia by Elvish tantric scholars.
The technique involved writing an erotic sonnet, using your tongue as a pen, and a pussy as the canvas. The alphabet must be the swirling and flowing cursive Elvish, with emphasis on the clitoris during circular motions. The actual quality of the sonnet, and how erotic it was, aside from being purely subjective, need not be particularly good nor erotic, but it must be composed on the spot.
If the practitioner failed to come up with a line or rhyme, a previous line could be repeated while the practitioner continued to lick. If the practitioner performed oral sex first, while the act was being reciprocated, it was customary to, in a mutually understood language, recite the sonnet while being performed on.
Sayoria had never used the technique before. In her previous sexual relations, she felt none were ‘worthy’ of the technique, though she had it applied to her. Not once had she failed to orgasm when the technique was properly applied.
Sayoria began composing:
My lady tastes of nectar and water
Her legs soft as velvet and pussy warm
she feels my tongue as I lap her beaver
moisture on my chin, pleasurable squirms
I will eat this cunt until forced to stop
Her tits lush, her ass firm, body nubile
Be she a virgin, her cherry I shall pop
when I finish, she dreams me for a while
This act pleases me, her pleasure my own
if I could bottle this nectar, I would
Of my skills, she shall sing, spread my renown
When I finished, she’ll never need a man’s wood
and when my magic is finished and done
my lady will ascend and she will come.
Just as predicted, when Sayoria finished her sonnet, Rayna orgasmed, coating Sayoria’s face with her nectar. Rayne struggled to catch her breath. She had orgasmed in the past, but not with such intensity.
With an impish grin and face covered in pussy juice, Sayoria looked up from Rayna’s cunt, “I seem to have left you speechless,” she purred.
Rayna proved the point by merely panting. Every time she tried to speak, she could only mumble incoherently. After a few long moments, Rayna managed to sit up, and still basking in the afterglow, “I want," she gasped sharply, "to return," breathing quickly, "the favor.”
“Oh?” said Sayoria, “And how will you do that? Will I feel your soft lips on my cunt lips? Perhaps I’ll feel fingers inside me? Just what are you going to do to me?” Sayoria had a wicked grin spread across her lips, some more cunt juice dripped into her mouth as she spoke, which she eagerly licked.
“Give me a minute, I don’t think I can stand,” Rayna said, still supporting herself with her hands on the ground, keeping her upright.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Sayoria began crawling up Rayna’s body, staring into her eyes, “Just do what feels natural.” She placed a quick kiss on Rayna’s lips before moving her pussy right up to Rayna’s mouth, sitting on her face.
Rayna reached up and grabbed around Sayoria’s midriff, holding her in place. From there, she lifted her head slightly and began licking, cautiously at first. Rayna had not been with a woman in this way and was unsure of her abilities. Yet, after a few cautious licks, she began eating with enthusiasm, if not skill.
Sayoria could practically feel that this was Rayna’s first time eating cunt, and shivered slightly, even more aroused with the knowledge. Rayna’s had studied oration, and given eloquent speeches, and the knowledge proved fairly useful.
Rayna’s enthusiasm grew as she continued to lick, spurred on my Sayoria’s moans and guidance, don’t forget the clit, yes, just like that and other whispered guidance.
It took longer for Rayna to bring Sayoria to orgasm than the reverse, yet Sayoria came with equal intensity. This caused Sayoria to fall, forward, nearly hitting her head on one of the rocks that adorned the side of the lake Rayna had jumped in but managed to brace herself at just the last moment.
Unsteadily, Sayoria sat back up and crawled of Rayna’s face.
“For a first time, you did splendidly,” Sayoria purred as she wiped some of her cum off Rayna’s face and putting it in her own mouth.
“How did you know...?” Rayna started to ask before being cut off.
“Oh, I just knew. But don’t worry, what room you have for improvement, I’d be happy to guide you on if you’ll continue with me?”
“I can think of nothing I would want to do more,” Rayna said confidently.
“Good,” Sayoria purred before deeply kissing Rayna, each tasting themselves on the other.
Of course, this was merely the beginning of their… friendship?
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