The Queen of Phalli - Ch. 05

Chapter 5

Before going upstairs we recover our clothes. I don't mind being naked but there are far too many curious eyes and daring hands in this place.

Our quarters are near the top of the titanic stalagmite and to reach it we have to take a water-powered elevator platform. The more we rise the more luxurious the interiors get.

I am accustomed to comfort. The malignant and envious might even say that I am a little spoiled. Yet, the lodgments that Synafae has picked manage to surprise me.

The decorations on every surface, the furniture, the ornaments, and the carpets, all walk the fine line between excellent taste and outright opulence. We have a wide lounge where we could host a ball with two dozen guests, a terrace with a view of the entire city, a wardrobe that might be bigger than my bedroom and, above all, a bedchamber with a bed large enough for a matron and her entire harem.

My sister watches me dancing up and down the lodge, on her face the satisfaction of those who know how to pick their gifts well.

"Happy birthday, little Eli." She tells me.

I embrace her, rubbing my head against her breasts.

"Little sister, what are you sobbing for?"

"Believe me, these are but tears of joy." They are not, not entirely. Synafae has given me a gift out of a fairy tale, what did I get for her in return? Perfume and candies. It is difficult to hide my turmoil from one that knows me so well. Yet she has no questions for me, just hugs, caresses, and kisses.

After comforting me for a good two minutes, she breaks contact with my lips and, while caressing my cheek, she says: "We have much to do."

The first thing she wants taken care of is the jewellery. I'm not too fond of jewels, I always feel that everything on me looks silly and exaggerated, as it would on a pet. Synafae dismisses my objections as cute.

Determined to find the perfect gems for me, she called the finest (and most expensive) artisan in the city. She is simply known as the Gilded Lady and I soon find out why. When she enters our chambers, she does so wearing nothing but gold. What I initially mistook for clothes and a mask, are her body and her face. She appears to be some sort of sentient construct, accompanied by a small cohort of clockwork homunculi.

They have me try several sets of jewels, each more beautiful than the other. Each includes a collier, earrings, nipple piercings and, last but not least, a gagball.

"The Matron loves these." Synafae reminds me.

I try to voice my objection, which my sister seems to find most tender.

"Too much?"

I nod.

"No matter. I shall save this for later occasion.

I massage my jaw once it is free to close.

I try set after set, a few of them stand out. One is made to resemble two coiled snakes with golden scales and ruby eyes, biting at the areolas. "This one I like, it makes you look dangerous." says Synafae, feeling my breast.

"The only thing that will ever find me fearsome, is a chair." I object, getting a giggle out of her.

Another encircles the nipple with different gems, like petals on a feywild flower.

"This one is more cute than sexy, don't you think?" Says Synafae.

"Which describes me perfectly." I smirk. Synafae rolls her eyes at my naïveté.

The Gilded Lady saved the best for last: diamond on platinum, sparkling jewelled chains join the nipple rings with a rich necklace. "This one's perfect." says Synafae "Worthy of a matron's bride."

"Aye and what a splendid bride I would be." For some reason beyond my understanding, being my mother's spouse does not feel enticing as my older sister puts it.

"I think we have seen plenty." says my sister. "Has my little Eli seen anything she likes?"

"I think I'll go with the floral one."

"Are you sure? We can easily afford the platinum one."

"I'm sure, this is the one that suits me best."

The Gilded Lady departs with her entourage in tow.

"Is my little sister happy with her purchase?" She asks and I nod. "Excellent, the next item on the list is the lingerie." Finally, something a little more up my alley. "Naturally I would've hired the very best for you, but since you insisted I called little Emerald."

When she arrives, the little svirfneblin walks in as if entering the lair of a dragon. She looks around, marvelling at the riches, yet fearing the greedy beast that gathered them. She bows low to avoid my sister's gaze. "Greetings and salutations, Malla Synafae."

"Your manners lack finesse, little one." My sister says. Her tone is calm and by no means reproachful, yet even when on his best behaviour a dragon is still a dragon. "You should always wait for a Dark Elf, especially one of noble birth, to speak first."

"Please forgive me, noble one." She bows yet lower. "This is the first time I find myself in the presence of a priestess."

"That explains why you fail to recognise one, for I am but a novice."

The grey-skinned gnome turns pale, poor thing. Synafae has always been strict on matters of rank and station, but not like this. Did the years of novitiate harden her once kind heart? That cannot be.

"Don't mind her." I intervene. "My sister may be somewhat conservative, but she means well. Don't you, Synafae?"

"Of course." She speaks with a reassuring tone, but I can't tell if she means to reassure our guest or me. "So, are you the one who sewed this dress?"

"Indeed I am, noble one."

"It is impressive craftsmanship." She passes her hand on the dress, caressing what lies beneath. "My sister is very happy with your work and so am I."

"I'm really glad you like it. The moment she walked into my shop, I immediately pictured how to bring out her forms." She reddens looking at the result of her work.

"You visited her store in person?" Asks Synafae.

"Ern... I mean, she only came in person because she wanted to commission the work in secret, she meant to wear it just for you." She covers her mouth, knowing she has said way too much. Both me and her lower our eyes, until my sister speaks.

"Well, I really really like it. I might be tempted to visit your store myself in the near future." She caresses me further. "But for today, we are both at my sister's service."

"Yes of course! Lingerie for a baptism, my specialty." She claims with embarrassed pride. "I prepared a few samples for you." The genasiae carry two heavy chests inside.

"My my..." My sister mumbles. "You have come very well prepared."

Shopping for lingerie feels so much better than doing so for jewellery. I just love the feeling of never worn silk caressing my skin, looking into the mirror and imagining how my potential partner will see me. I just try not to think too hard about who in this specific case my partner will be.

Emerald has brought dozens of options, and going through them is a long and entertaining process. I even manage to convince Synafae to try a couple, but they were all thought out for me. Her poor tits are squeezed in a silky cage. When she tries to take it off, her breasts rip apart their containment, exploding in all their massive glory. Emerald enjoys the spectacle at least as much as me and does not ask for compensation.

In the end, we reduce our options to three choices. The first one I like, is a transparent satin gown, with a white bra and panties. It is sexy, comfortable and takes the attention away from my huge bum. "So, how do I look?"

"Like a baby seal." Synafae says. I can't rightly remember what a seal is, some surface animal perhaps? My sister's tone implies that she likes it, but not for the reasons I would prefer.

She suggests a much more revealing option, silk lace that would barely cover my crotch and bum while leaving my chest completely exposed. "It would be perfect for the jewels we picked earlier."

"I might as well be naked."

"That would've been my first suggestion, were it not so fun to unwrap you." She passes her fingers beneath the lace, making me chuckle.

Emerald insists I try on the third and final option. "It is a new model, something I've been working on for a while and I believe it would look perfect on you, noble one."

She presents me with a set of veiled blue satin. She helps me don it under my sister's watchful gaze. Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in her eyes?

The set includes lots of tight lace and a beautifully embroidered bra that enwraps my small breasts leaving the nipples partially exposed, silk high stockings enveloping my legs making my thighs and bum look even bigger and thicker.

"You look beautiful." says little Emerald, nearly moved to tears.

"This is truly fine work, Emerald." Admits Synafae, biting her lips. "I love it."

"Are you sure?" I protest. "Isn't this a bit too much? My bum is big enough as it is, with this on it will look gargantuan."

"Oh no!" Emerald protests. "Noble one, it would be a sacrilege to conceal this... this treasure. You must trust me on this. This is perfect for you, it will only take a few minor adjustments here and there."

She proceeds to measure the necessary corrections, accidentally rubbing her face on my bum a couple of times. I don't mind. The audacity of the cute gnome is to me rather flattering, but not to Synafae, not by a long shot.

"Emerald, what do you think you are doing?" Asks Synafae, with knives in her voice.

"I... I didn't mean to..."

"What you meant or meant not to has no importance. You should know better than to take such liberties with a Dark Elf, especially one of such status." I have never seen her like this, it unsettles me and terrifies little Emerald.

"I am sorry, noble one. Please forgive me, I..."

"Too easily you forget your place, svirfneblin. And she who forgets her place may very quickly lose it."

Emerald falls to her knees, unsure of what is going on. All she can tell is that she incurred the wrath of a highborn Dark Elf and that retribution might be costly. "Noble one, a thousand apologies. Please, don't exile me."

Exiling little Emerald? No way, the Underdark is a terrible place to wander alone. All manners of rapey monsters and hungry tentacles lurk beyond the gates of our city. Surely Synafae would never contemplate such a thing.

"Synafae, enough. You are scaring her."

"She ought to be, a scared gnome is a safe gnome."

"She did nothing wrong. In fact, I actually liked what she did."

"If you want to help her, you should not encourage her. What if she did something like that in front of Nefail?"

I give Emerald a quick glance. She is ridden with guilt, poor thing. Mmm... I need to distract Synafae, if I want to cheer her up.

"I'm still not entirely convinced." I say, pretending not to hear the argument. "Do you believe some adjustments can be done before tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Emerald says. "I will work the whole night through if necessary."

"Fetch your tools, I have a long list of instructions to give." The gnome gets to work, under my sister's vigilant eye.

"Synafae, I've pondered what you said before and... perhaps it would be wise to invite our sister as well."

"It is your birthday, Elifael. You should not feel forced to."

"No, you were right. I should not give up on getting closer to her, it's just that I don't know how. She is so..."

"I know. But we still have time, we should call for her."

"If we were to send a message, she would just ignore it." I turn to her with the best imploring eyes I can make. "Could you try and talk to her? Convince her to come?"

"I can try." She smiles at me. "Won't you feel lonely waiting for me here?"

"I know I will. So hurry up."

She leaves giving a kiss to me and a stern look to the svirfneblin.

Little Emerald resumes her work. She no longer dares to look at me, let alone touch me.

"Hey," I tell her. "chin up, alright? You did nothing wrong."

"Yes, I did." She sobs. "I always talk too much and forget myself all the time. Especially..." She dares not finish her sentence.

"Especially around this." I caress my bum and get a laugh out of those sobs. "Listen, there are very few people who can freely lay their hand on it and my tailor is chief among them."

"I am undeserving of your kindness, noble one. Your sister is right. If someone was to see me doing something of the sort...

"Then I would tell them the same thing I am about to tell you: I'm the only one who decides if someone can or cannot rub her face on my butt and I say this gnome can do that as much as she wants."

She finally dries her tears and proceeds with her task with a grateful smile and reddening face. I tease her through the whole process, bumping into her, exposing myself, and asking her to feel me here and there. By the time she is finished, the fear of retribution is gone.

"Are we done?" I ask.

"We are, noble one. I shall have it ready for you before the next cycle."

"Good, now take your clothes off and get on the bed." What follows is a long astonished silence.

"Take my clothes off, noble one?"

"Of course. How else am I going to play with your pussy while your face makes love to my bum?" Her grey little face turns fiery red. She is so cute! Now I really want to sit on it. "I see, you are still full of worries. I'll have to kiss them all away.

I drop to my knees and pull her to me, giving her a long sloppy kiss. At first, she melts in my hands but shortly after returns my wet display of affection with abandon.

I carry her to the bed and we help each other out of our garments. After some more petting, I climb above her. My huge butt hangs over the tiny gnome, she contemplates it as if it were the most beautiful thing on this plane and the next. A drop of humidity falls from my labia onto her breasts.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Ready." She answers with her salivating tongue out.

I've seen eagerness, I've seen craving, but little Emerald is something else. She wraps her arms around my thighs and pulls me further onto her face. Unlike Synafae or Maryl, she does not use her tongue to give me pleasure, she really wants to taste me. Her licks are not delicate or accurate, they are wild and thirsty. She gives my pussy a long sloppy kiss and I use it to kiss her back. After a good while, I can feel her gasping for air.

"Are you all right?" I ask, raising my ass.

"Yes!" She yelps. "Please don't take it away from me."

I bring my butt back to her and she welcomes it with utmost joy. With all this hungry licking, I am producing a lot of juices, which she happily gulps down. I let her have her fun, as I go look for mine.

I find out with delight that her little grey pussy is all pink on the inside, just like Maryl's. A few caresses and rubs suffice to make my gnomish cushion shiver.

"Do you like it?" I ask little Emerald, raising my butt again.

"I love it, but please don't get up."

"Easy now. I don't want you to suffocate."

"I won't suffocate, on the contrary, I will surely die if you don't sit back on me right now."

This time she does not wait for me to come back down, she sinks her little hands in my thighs and pulls me to her. I decide to reward her with a little grinding. I start moving back and forth, giving her better access to every part of my pussy. I'm not going to ask her if she is enjoying it, I don't need to. Her little pussy is flowing with juices and when my fingers go seek her g-spot, they meet little to no resistance.

Again I feel she is having trouble breathing, I try to pull up but she just won't let me go. I don't want my butt to smother the poor gnome, I must get her to cum before she passes out. I grind on her harder and at the same time begin working her pussy with both hands, rubbing with the left and fingering with the right.

As she gets closer to climaxing, her tongue becomes yet more greedy. She goes deep into me with her whole face and I almost fear for my virginity. Mother would be furious if she found out that the first thing that went through my pussy was a non-Dark Elf tongue. But it is such a lovable non-Dark Elf, with such a formidable tongue. To the Tentacle Pit with it, I fall on her face with all of my weight and I feel it sliding inside of me. I cum hard all over her face, and a moment later she too wets my fingers with an impressive orgasm.

In a moment of post-coital clarity, I fear I might've Dark Elfned the poor gnome, my relief is immense when I feel her lips pouring yet more kisses on my pussy and legs. I climb off and lay side by side with her. She stares at the ceiling in utter disbelief.

"So, did you enjoy that?"

"I... don't think I know enough words to tell what's going on in this silly head of mine, noble one." She does not need to, her beaming smile is eloquent. "From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this to happen. But why would such a perfect noble creature ever care for the wishes of such a silly small svirfneblin? So for the first time I prayed to your Goddess, I prayed for a miracle. I never thought she would answer."

"I too must confess something." I giggle. "From the moment you stumbled upon me with that cute little face of yours, I wanted to sit on it." She reddens again, staring at me with her big eyes. "Yes that face exactly, I just want to eat you up!" I squeeze her, rubbing my nose on hers and then her cheeks on mine.

"You know, if you were not covered in my pussy juice I think I would kiss you right now." She smiles shyly, which drives me nuts. "Ah, what the hells!" I dive into her mouth with my tongue, trying not to think why it happens to be so salty. At first, she gives an embarrassed resistance but soon gives in.

After a few minutes of sloppy passion, I pull back. "Ready to go anew?"

"Yes." She whispers. "Noble one... may I make a request?"

"Of course, everything you want."

"It may seem... unusual."

"By my faith: everything-you-want."

"I was wondering, hoping, you could sit back on me and let me, you know, your other..."

That is a request I did not expect, I can't hide my surprise. "I'm sorry, I should have not..." I don't let her finish.

I push her back down and climb once more on top of her. I raise my bum above her and spread it, so that she may worship it in all its glory. "Pull out your tongue," I command. She obeys, salivating with gratitude.

At first, I wanted to do this for her, I wanted to make her happy, never would I have imagined that I would enjoy it so much. As soon as her tongue touches my little hole, that savage feeling comes back. It's like my bum has a mind of its own and it desperately wanted a kiss.

I gave Nefail several rimjobs, which she did enjoy (and never reciprocated), I thought I was good, very good actually. But Emerald is on another level, a true artist. She displays the sort of mastery one can reach only with years of practice, deep passion and absolute dedication.

"How... what... where did you learn to do this?" I ask, but she cannot answer from down there and there is no way I am getting up. She licks me all over my cheeks, crack and around my little hole. The tip of her tongue is like a needle that wakes up every nerve it touches.

"Goddess, this feels so good. Don't you ever stop!" I moan.

I start rubbing my ass over her face, squeezing her cheeks between mine. Goddess forgive me I am being so selfish. I should return at least some of the pleasure she is giving me. Biting my lips I give her pussy a gentle caress. Little did I expect, that suffices to bring her over the edge.

I raise my ass again and check on her from between my legs. "Did you just cum again?"

"I did, noble one." She confesses. "Harder than before." I really wouldn't know which one of us is more embarrassed.

"Noble one, I know you have already given me so much, but... can I make one last request?"

"Sure."

"You would make me the happiest woman in all of Toril if I could... well if you... allowed me to stick in my tongue."

That is one bold request, one I don't know if I should concede. Would that count as me losing one of my virginities? Seeing me hesitate, little Emerald fears having asked too much. Her big eyes shine with guilt. I can't resist, I don't want to resist. Goddess, forgive me.

I spread my buttcheeks wider than I ever had and press my asshole on her mouth. "Go deep, as deep as you can. Make me cum!"

Her tongue goes all the way inside my moist anus and gives me a new form of pleasure I've never thought possible. It feels like my bum just had its first kiss and is now melting in delight. My asshole eagerly welcomes her tongue and they kiss for several more minutes. When the pleasure becomes too much to bear, I try to pull away, but little Emerald won't let me. She wraps her arms around my thighs and pulls herself deeper into me, I moan louder. I would've never imagined my asshole was so sensitive, it never felt anything like this when I touched it myself.

"I'm cumming!" I announce and she goes yet deeper. I cum hard and squirt all over her chin. Goddess, this is so embarrassing. Again I try to pull away but nothing seems to stop Emerald's insatiable appetite. She wants more and before long I can feel a second orgasm mounting up. All I can do is at least partially return the favour. Only after she cums one more time and me two, she finally lets go.

Exhausted like few times in my life I lie next to her. I don't care in the slightest where her tongue has been, I give her all the kisses I have left, she earned every last one.

"Noble one... forgive my weakness but I think I might be in love."

"Really?" Surely she jests. "With me or my ass?"

"I don't know... both?"

"Well, my ass certainly loves you back and would probably want to marry you."

"Will I see it, and you, again?" She asks full of hope. "I don't think I can live without you sitting on my face, not anymore."

"Sure. How about this: from now you'll serve exclusively house El'Naar. You'll live at our palace and be part of our retinue. What do you say?"

Contrary to what I expected, her face falls.

"Noble one... I don't know what to say. You are granting me the greatest honour an artisan could ever hope for, but..." I can't believe my ears. "I would lose my independence, my freedom even. I worked really hard to keep my aunt's business, my family's legacy, free and independent. Don't take that away from me."

"I would never do such a thing," I reassure her. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I thought... never mind what I thought. New proposition: you keep your shop and become my little secret lover."

"Really?"

"Really, I also don't want to live without your tongue."

"It is yours, noble one. Now and forever."

Just as we are sealing this promise with one last kiss, a sudden ruckus starts outside. The ghost carriage of house El'Naar has returned.

"My sisters!" I gasp. "You better get out of here and quick."

We get dressed as fast as we can.

"Be careful," I beg of her. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of a stupid whim of mine."

"It was my whim too." She smiles reassuringly. "Fear not, noble one. My folk has spent aeons eluding yours." She envelops herself in her cloak and, after winking at me, she disappears.

Synafae may be beautiful, a ten in a world of eights and nines, but Nefail is a priestess. Her presence alone can be overwhelming, Dark Elf and non-Dark Elf alike bow low before her.

When she walks in, she does so as if she was a queen. Wearing some of her best jewels and a dress that would not look out of place at a grand ball. She looks around expecting to see many people, but all she can find is me. I can't tell if she is crossed or relieved.

"Is this some sort of joke?" She asks.

"Not at all, sister dearest." says Synafae.

"Then where is the party and where are the guests?"

"The party is right here, firstborn. We have a celebrated, an organiser and a guest of honour." She passes her finger along Nefail's jawline. "There will also be plenty of refreshments. How about you get comfortable while I fetch your favourite wine?" She pushes her toward me.

I promised myself I would've been more decisive toward her, but now that she is here I feel my courage fading. I bow politely, a gesture she does not acknowledge. She eyes Synafae paying little attention to me. "What did she tell you?" I ask.

"It matters not." She passes beyond me dropping her clothes. "I trust the water pool is at the right temperature?" Synafae gestures for me to follow her.

When I catch up with Nefail, she is already stepping into the pool. It is hot, forcing her to go slowly. I catch a glimpse of her monstrous cock before it disappears beneath the steamy water.

"What are you staring at?" She asks.

"I... like your dress." It is an understatement. One would be excused for mistaking her for a matron. "Would you like a massage?"

"Just bring me that wine."

"Sure." I walk back inside, halting just to say: "Thank you for coming."

For a moment her stern gaze softens, and then she waves me away.

A few minutes later the three of us are soaking together, sipping wine and smoking what Synafae explains is a hookah or shisha. The smoke from it tastes fresh and fruity, the opposite of what I first expected. Together with the wine, it gets me lightheaded very quickly.

"So, Nefail, how do you like our little celebration?" Synafae asks, passing her the hose.

"It's not much of a party with just the three of us." She takes a long smoke.

"Oh, we are just getting started." She winks at me.

"Was your one-hundredth birthday very grand?" I ask.

"Yes, it was." She blows out a cloud of smoke worthy of a dragon. "It was also dreadfully boring."

"I wish I could remember it more clearly," Synafae says. "Elifael, do you remember my one-hundredth birthday?"

"I do. You looked so happy, surrounded by so many friends. I was little more than a child and still wanted you all to myself. I was quite the pest."

"At some point, I remember you disappeared out of the blue."

"It was I who took her outside," Nefail explains. "You were out of line."

"I thought I was about to lose my sister. I didn't understand what the baptism or the novitiate were all about. Partially, I still don't."

"And that is why we are here." Synafae says, handing the nose to me. "To lift your spirit, clear your mind and lighten your heart. If you have any questions, your sisters will answer."

I must phrase my question carefully. Such thoughts may seem unorthodox. "I understand the importance and the necessity of the baptism, the only thing I do not understand is why..."

"Why does it have to be with the Matron?" Synafae finishes for me and I nod. "That is a question for a priestess, Nefail?"

"You underestimate the importance of this ceremony, little sister." Nefail explains. "It goes way beyond the ritualistic, I can assure you it is entirely pragmatic."

"How so?"

"Have you ever asked yourself why initiates are counted in the hundreds while priestesses are in dozens?" I shake my head.

"The Path of Perpetual Pleasure can be very rewarding and very dangerous." Continues Synafae. "Those who obtain the Goddess's favour can expect many gifts. Eternal youth, divine powers, not to mention status and prestige. But how does one seek the Goddess's favour?"

"By practising sex with passion and abandon," I answer, despite it being a rhetorical question. "seeking pleasure and giving pleasure, with abandon and no inhibitions."

Synafae nods. "And therein lies the problem. Such sensations, such delights, are not meant for mere mortals. When indulged upon they may well break the mind and consume the spirit."

"That is why we study the Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils." Interjects again Nefail. "To steel our bodies and guard our sanity, while we get closer to the Goddess. You train your body and spirit to withstand the pleasure the same way you train anything. You study and you practice... a lot."

It makes sense, I suppose. Still, there is one thing I fail to understand. "But what does the baptism have to do with all this?"

"The baptism will be your first test. You must prove to Matron and Goddess that you are ready to walk the path. Failing this first step may jeopardise your entire journey."

"Hold on, one can fail the baptism?"

My sisters sigh in unison. "When mating with a priestess, the pleasure can be overwhelming." says Nefail. "Every Dark Elf must be guided through their first sexual experience by a priestess."

"Hold on, then any priestess could give me the baptism, even one outside the House?"

They shake their heads. "In the case of a noble-born this role is reserved for the Matron."

"Some houses prefer sending their daughters to an ally." Continues Synafae. "But mother is rather... orthodox. She believes that the incestuous aspect of the traditional baptism to be important, to be more favourable in the eyes of the Goddess."

I lower my head. "So... there is no way out of this."

"No, little Eli. I'm sorry." Synafae gives me a comforting hug. "But fear not, Matron Sipriina can be a caring lover and you should not forget that all she does, she does for us."

I hug her back. Meanwhile, Nefail looks away.

"So... after the baptism, will I have to commence my novitiate right away?"

"Yes." Answers Synafae. "But fear not, you will have plenty of time to live your life."

"Just don't get overly indulgent or overly confident." Admonishes Nefail. "The Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils may be pleasant to learn but is difficult to master. You may have to explore things that may not meet your taste."

"You don't mean... watersp...

"Nonononono! Don't you even dare to utter that word, I will vomit."

Synafae chuckles. "She exaggerates, as usual. The Goddess has given each and every one of us a distinct sexuality. One of the greatest joys in life is to explore it and share it with those who have your passions. I believe that one of the things that the Goddess respects the most is indulging in all things that give pleasure to your partners, even when they may seem unusual to you. They might be a very pleasant surprise."

Nefail scoffs. "You can enjoy every kink and fetish just because you have them all."

"That is not true at all, Nefail. I simply do my utmost to understand and appreciate what other people like. For example, I never thought I could find feet attractive, I used to think nothing of them. But after years spent massaging yours, I started to notice things that earlier I did not." She picks up Nefail's left foot and caresses it. "Now I see that they are graceful, with long toes, high arches, soft oily shiny soles."

I always thought Nefail had nice feet, much prettier than mine, but I never found them attractive. She looks at Synafae, half upset, half enticed. I can't tell if she is about to kick her in the face or stick her toes in her mouth. "Still, my greatest passion will always be cock." says Synafae, letting go of her foot. "I am what the Goddess made me."

"Right... what about tantric magic?" I ask.

"That will be the dragon's share of your studies, theoretical and practical." Explains Nefail. "Mastering these spells is no simple matter and should you ever obtain such powers, you will always have to wield them according to the creed."

"Do you remember the creed?" Asks Synafae

"Of course."

"But do you understand it?"

"I do." At least I hope so. "Sex should always be a means to share pleasure, not to exert dominance, humiliate or inflict pain. Non-consensual sex is sacrilegious and frowned upon."

"True enough." Nefail agrees. "But you should be careful, not all Dark Elf follow the creed to the letter. Rape is the most horrid crime and will exact swift retribution, from the Goddess or her servants."

Synafae laughs. "Indeed, dispensing the Goddess's justice was one of my favourite activities on the world above. Did I tell you about the orc chieftain?"

"Yes, sister." says Nefail, rolling her eyes. "You did, multiple times."

"Nefail, Synafae, I need to know this: what is the ordeal, why is it so dangerous?"

Synafae lowers her eyes, while Nefail measures her words. "It is the final step of the novitiate, the one that will make you a priestess... or doom you."

"Doom me?" I look at Synafae, brave as she may be, she is not immune to uncertainty.

"To prove yourself to the Goddess and to transcend your mortal nature, you must shed your fears and step into the plane of tentacles."

"Japan?"

"The sixty-ninth stratus of the Abyss!" Declares Nefail.

"You will have to dive into the Tentacle Pit. There the Ten Thousand Throbbing Tendrils will envelop you and you will know pleasure that goes beyond the wildest and most absurd mortal fantasy. A state of perpetual orgasm, where there is little difference between climaxing and breathing. If you are deemed worthy you will return to the mortal realm, blessed and transformed."

"And if not?"

"If not..."

"Those who are lost to the pit are picked up by the yochlols, Lolath's guardian angels, brought to her paradise." Synafae reassures me and herself.

Nefail falls silent. Is that what happened to our sister? Was she somehow deemed unworthy? I dare not ask, I dare not even think about it.

"This is terrifying, far more terrifying than any doubt. I regret asking."

"Don't worry, little Eli. Nothing of the sort will happen to you." says Synafae, but it is not just me that I fear for. "We won't let it. Nefail, tell her."

Nefail looks me in the eyes and after a long silence she promises: "We won't let it."

We decide to leave serious matters behind and to Dark Elfn every sad thought in thermal water, wine and smoke. We soak, sip and squander for almost an hour. I feel far more than dizzy, tasting all the pleasures of intoxication and, with Synafae watching over me, have no fear of going too far.

Every time I look at her, Synafae smiles at me, giving me the occasional caress or playing footsie beneath the water. Even Nefail looks happy if a little inebriated. Her resistance is impressive, she drank more than me and Synafae combined, way more.

All three of us seem happy to just be together and let time pass by until Synafae seeks our attention.

"Nefail." She calls, our sister barely acknowledging. "Truth or dare?"

Nefail raises her head from her stupor, gazing at Synafae with suspicion. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously." She gives her a playful smirk. "Truth or dare?"

"Whatever, truth."

Synafae giggles. "If you could summon here anyone, and I mean anyone, who would that be?"

Nefail hangs her head back, taking a long while before giving her answer. "I'd say Matron Aunrae Mizzrym."

"Her?" I would've never guessed. "She is ancient."

"Indeed." Synafae agrees. "I didn't know you liked them old."

"I don't," Nefail says, taking another sip. "but she likes them young and if she was to appear right here and now, I wager she could not resist turning the two of you into her cocksleeves and I would watch."

"That would make for an interesting experience." Synafae says, before whispering to me: "They say that, among her many blessings, the Goddess has given her not one but two cocks."

I never saw Matron Mizzrym. In fact, I never saw any matron besides mother. My fervid imagination provides me with a rather fantastical picture: a woman as tall as a troll, holding me with one hand above her throbbing twin trunks. I don't know if I should feel horny or terrified.

"So, who is up now?" Nefail asks.

"Me, I suppose." Answers Synafae. "And I choose truth."

"I don't care for truth. Elifael, you take this one."

"Very well." What should I ask her? I could start with a soft question, she would appreciate my candour, but I bet Nefail would like to hear something spicier.

"Were you ever rejected?" I ask her.

Nefail smiles. "Good question, has anyone ever said no to the secondborn of house El'Naar?"

"Of course, I was. Like everyone."

"Who was this mad woman?" I ask.

"It was actually a man. A rivvil more specifically, a lone lumberjack I met in the cold beautiful land of Rashemen. I was on my way to a place called Mulsantir when my coterie and I were surprised by the sudden rain."

"The what?"

"Water that falls from the sky." Explains Nefail, her voice full of contempt.

"Wet and cold we sought refuge in a big lone cabin, where we found this big lone man. He had the looks, the size and the smell of a grey bear."

"A bear?" I interrupt again.

"Let her finish." Hisses Nefail.

"He was rude, but not cruel. He had a rough grizzled charm that I found intriguing. So, late at night, I snuck into his bed."

"Of course..." Scoffs Nefail, rolling her eyes.

"He reacted like I was a demon and threatened to toss me out into the rain. Astonished as I was, I apologised. Once he calmed down he explained that he had a wife."

"I'm surprised you did not propose a threesome."

"Of course I did, but that would've been impossible. His wife had been dead for twenty years. Apparently, he had made an oath to the spirits of the woods that he wouldn't touch another woman until he could finally rejoin his one true love."

"That is so romantic." I say.

"Indeed. Needless to say, I wanted to fuck him all the more. Still, my advances were in vain. He only allowed me to keep him warm for the night."

"What a pathetic story." Nefail scoffs on. "I would've sent him to his beloved wife myself."

"I can hardly believe anyone could prefer a dead woman to you." I add.

"Little sister, you should learn right away that in love the dead can be formidable rivals." As she utters those last words, she looks Nefail in the eyes. Our sister refuses to meet her gaze.

"Your turn, little Eli." says Synafae, her sudden sternness dead and gone. "Truth or dare?"

"Mmm... I guess I'll also go with truth."

"I got this." Nefail grins. "Were you ever caught playing with yourself?"

Synafae smirks. "Goodness me, Nefail. You could've started with something softer."

Indeed she could've but she did not. Just look at her, so happy with her choice. She wants me to be the first to abandon the game. Well, big sis, that shall not happen.

"Just once." I answer. "It was right after Synafae had left for her novitiate. I was alone and sad..."

"And horny..." Adds Nefail, her grin yet wider.

"That night I could not sleep, all I could do was rub my clitoris, again and again, giving myself one unsatisfying orgasm after the other. I didn't even notice the light of Narbordel rising and all of a sudden Maryl entered through the door with my breakfast on a tray. I was naked, the sheets tossed aside and my pussy on full display. She apologised profusely, she said that she called me several times before coming in, but I would not answer."

"Ha! And you believed that?" Interjects Nefail.

"What did you do?" Asks Synafae.

"Me? Nothing, I just laid there paralysed. It was her who offered her help, saying that it was part of her duties."

"Strange." says Synafae. "I don't remember including this one among her tasks."

"Anyway, her tongue was much better than my fingers. She pleased me once before breakfast and once during. Overall I was happy she caught me."

"The little minx." says Nefail. "I bet she spied on you for a good while, before summoning the courage to go in."

The round starts over and Nefail, as predictable, opts once more for truth. Synafae approaches me and whispers an idea. With a giggle and a smirk, I agree.

"So, big sis, have you ever... sucked on your own cock?"

Her face lights up in rage, neither I nor Synafae can hold our laugh. "Dare." She tries to escape.

"Hey, that's cheating!" I protest.

"No no, we should allow that." Synafae winks at me.

"All right, we dare you to... suck on your own cock!" Again we laugh.

The rage grows and so does her frustration. "I should've seen that one coming. You are not going to force me to do that?"

"We would never." says Synafae. "But if you don't do it, you will ruin the game, along with our little sister's party. And we are having such a good time."

"Come on, big sis. Do it! I really want to see that." She remains unconvinced.

"Do-it, do-it, do-it." We chant at her.

"Fine!"

She puts the cup aside and pulls up on the edge of the pool. "But I'll be needing some inspiration. So get to it."

"That is more than fair." says Synafae. "Elifael, assist me here."

Before I can say no, she leans me over the edge, bringing my butt out of the water.

"What are you going to..." A good spank right over my little hole answers my question.

"Mmm... now we are talking." Murmurs Nefail, stroking her cock.

"Hey, I can't see her like this. I want to see her."

"Hush. We need to get her nice and hard before she can perform."

Synafae gives me another vigorous spank, followed by a caress and a kiss. "Nefail, just look at how big, soft and plump our little sister is. Sometimes I envy you so. I really wish I had a nice big cock like yours so I could slide it between these beautiful thick cheeks. I would love to squeeze them around me until I blow a huge, rich load all over them."

"Enough." says Nefail, erect and throbbing. "Do you want me to do this or not?"

"Yes, we do!" We answer in unison.

Nefail scoffs and takes a deep breath. She bends forward while holding one hand on her cock and the other on her balls. She struggles, but not much. The tip of her erect cock is already halfway between her crotch and her mouth, her flexibility covers the rest of the distance.

"Give it a good lick, before starting. We know how much it likes that."

She scoffs again but does as she is asked. She gives herself a nice kiss and gently licks her tip. She then closes her eyes, pretending we are not here, opens her mouth and makes the tip disappear beyond her lips.

I approach to better contemplate this spectacle. It is the most disgusting and hottest thing I have ever seen.

"Oh my!" Murmurs Synafae. "Nefail, you can't possibly imagine how beautiful you look right now. I am at a loss for words, they should've sent a poet."

"Shut up."

"I am serious. Would you consider posing for a sculpture? This moment deserves to be set into stone."

"How about I turn you into stone?"

The threat sounds a bit too sincere for comfort, but Synafae dismisses it with a giggle. Nefail gets back to sucking, giving herself a masterful blowjob. Synafae is right, there is something sublime about this. I should be disturbed, if not disgusted, yet I cannot take my eyes off her. Now the legend of Jezzarra Alyoth seems all too believable.

She keeps going, taking in as much as she can. The way she takes so much of it down her throat is almost supernatural.

"You believe she will come in her own mouth?" I whisper to Synafae.

"I certainly hope so." She smiles. "Maybe we should give her a little help." She approaches Nefail with the intent of kissing her balls, but she pushes her back with her toes.

"No." She says.

"Why?" I protest.

"Indeed." Synafae agrees. "We were all hoping you would cum in your own mouth. That would've been exhilarating."

"You should've been more specific." She goes back into the tub. "Show's over, bitches. Little sister, you are up. Truth or dare?" Her eyes promise a fierce retaliation.

It is Synafae's turn again, and she does not flinch. On the contrary, she seems yet more intrigued. "Dare." She chooses.

Nefail gazes at the open border of our tub, the one giving on the city and the other pools below. I don't like the look in her eyes. She is not going to ask Synafae to do anything dangerous, I hope.

"I dare you, little sister, to sit on the border, pull out your ass and... urinate on the pools below." She takes another sip from her cup.

I stare at Nefail in shock and disbelief. "That's disgusting, not to mention dangerous."

"You do know the meaning of dare, don't you?"

"You know damn well what I mean. You can't ask of her to..." Synafae hushes my protests.

She stands, letting the hot water drip down from her perfect body. She heads for the border with an allusive walk and challenging gaze. No, I can't watch it. I look away and cover my ears. I dare to peek and regret having done so. Synafae is indeed complying with the dare and for a few moments, nothing seems to happen until an incredulous raging scream wails from below us.

"What-the-fuck?!"

"A blessing from the Goddess." Shouts back Synafae.

"I'll kill you, you fucking cunt!" Nefail laughs as hard as I ever remember her doing.

Synafae walks back to her place, surprisingly pleased with herself. I can't help but feel some sort of misguided admiration. Had Nefail challenged me to do the same, I would have given up immediately.

"That was grand." Nefail smirks. "Elifael, be kind and fetch another pitcher."

"Isn't this supposed to be my party?"

"It is and you're being a terrible host to a very thirsty guest."

"Fine, I'll go."

When I get back the two of them are chattering conspiratorially. What do they have in mind?

"Ah, there she is, give me that and hurry back in. It's your turn, truth or dare?"

"Dare!" I follow suit. "Just don't ask me to dance or sing. Neither of you wants to see or hear that."

"I beg to differ," Nefail smirks. "But I had something different in mind." She downs some more wine. "But we already agreed on something you can do well."

"We dare you to tell a dirty joke." Synagae giggles. "One we have not heard yet."

Nefail grins in anticipation. "Make it filthy."

"Filthy and unheard... not an easy request."

"Take your time. Synafae, give me the hose, will you?"

I need to think long and hard before finding the right one. "Alright, so... a group of maidens of Angharradh take a journey on the sea."

"Those fucking prudes." Nefail scoffs. The clergy of the Corellon's new wife are not very popular among our kind.

"During the whole cruise, they pray, they sing, they praise their goddess's infinite beauty and grace. They praise her so much that the sea goddess Umberlee takes offence and decides to sink the impudent elven maidens."

"That's so sad." says Synafae, is that sarcasm that I hear in her voice? Nefail seems to notice that too, but pays it no heed.

"Anyway, the poor maidens sink and all die, their virgin bodies lost to a watery grave."

"What a waste." Sobs Synafae.

"But their pure souls rise to the heavens, all the way to the doors of Arvandor. They patiently wait at the gate until limpdick Corellon welcomes them in person. But before letting them in, he makes them form a line, beside a basin of elven holy water. He addresses the first in line and asks: dear daughter, hast thou ever touched a penis?"

My audience laughs. It seems I have their full attention now.

"The first in line bites her lips and admits: I only touched one with the tip of my finger. Father Corellon nods benevolent and says: Fear not, thy soul may yet be saved. Dip the tip of thy guilty finger in this water and thou shalt be pure anew."

"Synafae, you would need to bathe in that stuff."

"As would you, dear sister, multiple times."

"Erm... so, the second in line steps forward and is asked the same question. I once used my hands to please a friend and, father forgive me, he finished all over my face. Again, Corellon nods. Thou shalt wash thy hands and face with this water and be pure anew. At this point, one of the last in line makes her way to the front, jostling and shoving the others aside. She then sticks her face into the basin and gurgles on holy water."

My sisters chuckle.

"Daughter dearest, what is thou doing? She spits the water back into the basin and answers: Forgive me father, but I wanted to purify my throat in this basin before those two sluts got it up their asses!"

It is a roaring success. Not sure if they are laughing at me or the joke, but still a success.

We drink, soak, smoke and laugh the whole night. We also go through several more rounds of truth or dare and it's difficult to say who is ever going to give up first. Nefail is forced to give me a nice massage, something she does with a lot of complaining. The sexual tension gets high quickly, but she refuses to give me a happy ending. Synafae has to reveal some of her most scandalous adventures, which she had for the major part already shared with me.

As for me, I take one truth too many and almost reveal all about my most recent escapades.

In order to protect my secret lovers I am forced to pick dare after dare. My sisters get me drunk, they get me singing, and they challenge me not to cum for five minutes while Synafae uses her magical tongue and fingers on me. That alone almost drives me insane.

By the time the light of Narbordel is good and set, we are all out of smoke, wine and energy.

"Curses!" I mumble. "Wine, we are out of Nefail."

"We should command the genasiae to bring more."

"I think we all had enough" Objects Synafae.

"Speak for yourself." Nefail can truly drink like a demon, but even she begins to look tipsy. As for me, I can barely tell the ceiling from the floor.

"Last round?" I ask.

"Do we really have to?" Asks Nefail.

"Sure we do." says Synafae, with a hiccup. "We still don't have a loser."

"Fine... truth. I don't have the energy for the least daring of dares."

"I got this." I say giggling. "When was the last time you got really really drunk?"

Those few words, I cannot phantom why, turn the air from euphoric to freezing-cold and iron-heavy. Synafae looks down, while Nefail stares into the empty pitcher as if her stare alone could conjure more wine.

"Last midsummer." She answers.

"Midsummer?" I ask. "Isn't that your birthday?"

"It is." Synafae confirms, before dropping the subject. Nefail has never celebrated a single birthday since her ordeal.

"Maybe it is time to end the cycle."

"No, why should we?" Growls Nefail. "We are all having fun, aren't we. You are up, second-born. Truth or dare?"

"Truth, I suppose."

"Are you using her to get to me?"

Synafae holds her gaze with the dignity of a matron and the coldness of a vampire. "I am not, Nefail. I am simply trying to bring all of us closer together. All part of my fruitless struggle to remind you that you have two living sisters, not just a dead one."

Goddess have mercy, in one hundred years of my life never have I seen fury until this cycle. Nefail rises from the pool, her eyes aflame and her hands shaking. In those eyes I see death.

Synafae does not flinch, ready to face whatever consequence her words may entail. I won't let her, I won't let them.

I protect Synafae with my body and meet Nefail with my eyes. "Don't hurt her!" I beg and threaten at the same time.

Nefail looks at me and stops, slowly fire and death recede from her eyes. "I was not going to." She declares. "You know what, I really might have had one too many. I think I'll go lay on the bed." She gets out of the pool, leaving Synafae unfazed and undeterred.

I jump out of the pool and chase after my eldest sister. I catch up with her halfway into the bedroom.

"Nefail wait!" I beg of her. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? What would you be sorry about?"

"I don't know... I just am."

She stares at me long and hard. "Shouldn't you go back to her? Isn't she the one you have been waiting for these last two years?"

"Will you stop that!" I wail. "Why won't you understand? Whatever I may feel for her... does not mean that I don't love you."

Neither of us can believe the words that just escaped my mouth. Nefail, if just for a moment, lowers her guard. "You do not understand, little one. Synafae... she is..." I wait for her to finish the sentence, but she never does. "Look, I do not want to spoil your birthday with my... discontent."

"Then don't leave."

She opens her mouth but the words just won't come out. Shaking her head she returns to her commanding voice. "Go back to Synafae and give her the presents you bought for her." She puts her hand on my cheek and gives me a tiny pecker. It burns more than a thousand kisses first kisses.

"You've put so much effort into this, I will not let you waste it, especially not for me." And just like that, she leaves.

When I return to Synafae, I find her squeezing the water out of her silvery hair. Her body is hot, but her eyes are cold.

"She has gone." The news does not seem to touch her.

"I am sorry for what happened. What I did and said was... unwise."

"She gets on my nerves too, quite a lot."

"She is the firstborn, and I failed to treat her as such. I have sinned."

"No, you have not. You just treated her like a sister."

"She is not just my sister; she is my elder sister. It is my duty to show her love and respect."

"And she should earn them, as you did with me."

She smiles at my compliment. "That is because, little Eli, one hundred years ago, the very day you were born, I swore I would be to you what I wish Nefail was to me."

"I think I understand her." Synafae looks at me in puzzlement. "She lost her twin to the ordeal. If I lost you that way, I don't know what I would do. I would go mad."

I shouldn't have said that. The ordeal is getting closer and I should try to keep her mind away from it. Instead, I vent my fears on her. She takes a deep breath. "Should that happen..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Should that happen," She emphasises each word. "I want you to be strong for House and Matron, to earn the Goddess's favour and to take care of the sister you still have." I embrace her and won't let her go. "Do you promise?"

"I promise," I say, swallowing my tears.

"Hush now, no more sad thoughts. Your birthday is almost over, but I hope you enjoyed your present."

"I did, immensely." I pull back and take a deep breath. "I also got something for you."

"For me?" I can't tell if her surprise is genuine or not. "What is it?"

"It is... nothing really, a few stupid things I stumbled upon at the Bazaar." I lead her inside.

I have to take courage before presenting here my comparatively modest gifts. She shows me great appreciation, which I hope is not forced. She immediately tries some of the perfume and the lotion.

"My, these are strong. What's in them? They are giving me ideas." She caresses my thighs. Was I not so spent, I would let her continue.

"I also got you these."

"Chocolates!" She cheers. "Real Calimshite chocolates, where did you ever find these?"

"Oh, you know... I have my ways." She immediately has one. "Mmm... delicious. Why don't you have one too?"

"Alright, maybe one."

Ten chocolates later I manage to stop.

"Should we save some for Nefail?" I ask.

"Well, sister, I mean not to sound cliché but... naaaah."

Finally, after licking my fingers, I offer Synafae my last gift. She marvels at the silver mirror, now genuinely impressed. "These are splendid, although I can't see myself in the reflection. Hold on... these are enchanted."

"Aye, indeed they are. This way we will be able to see each other every cycle. No matter where our paths will take us, we will never be too far away."

"How did you manage to procure something so precious?"

"Well, sister, I mean not to sound cliché but... that's a secret."

She laughs. "I think this is the best gift I have ever been given. Thank you, little Eli."

She hugs me with abandon. I try to return her embrace, but something holds me back. What would she say if she knew who really found these and why she has given them to me? Oh, Maryl, please forgive me.

"Hush now." She says. "A light of Narbordel will soon dawn. The next time it will set, you will be a woman." I try to smile, to gather my courage, to convince myself that this is what I wanted the most for the last half a century. Then why, Goddess, why do I dread every second slipping away?