Sisters Don't Always Share Ch. 02

This story is a fanwork set in the Warhammer franchise (produced by Games Workshop), but does not require any knowledge of the setting to be enjoyed-- I specifically aimed to make it accessible to those with no foreknowledge of the franchise to enjoy while also trying to include references to the people, places, and politics of the setting. This story was commissioned by Narosil and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred).

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Today marked three days since her sister had done more than make the briefest of appearances at the negotiating table, and Naestra was honestly starting to feel quite annoyed about it.

Did Arahan not understand that it was her job to represent the kingdom of Athel Loren? That it was an honour to be given such an important task by Ariel, the Mage Queen herself? But no, Naestra's impetuous sister was content to ignore her duties in favour of chasing something as meaningless and ephemeral as physical pleasure.

And Naestra could feel her sister's interest growing sharper by the hour. She almost pitied the current object of Arahan's obsession.

But the dark-haired Naestra, always the more serious and focused of the two, understood her duties. It wasn't that she didn't think the negotiations to be boring, or feel that sitting across from the minor imperial officials was beneath her, it was just that she knew what was expected of her and intended to fulfill her role. And so she sat through another day of deliberations over excruciatingly small minutiae.

The halls of the Palace of Retribution were surprisingly still for early evening. All the servants must have been busy preparing for the night's meals, and the officiants all returning to their chambers to change into their fancy evening clothes, just as Naestra had been intending to do when she heard the loud, feminine voice.

Rounding the corner, the raven-haired Sister of Dawn spotted the speaker: a dwarven woman, no more than four feet in height and wearing armour stamped with the empire's seal. She was standing across from some hairy human man, the two laughing as they shared the day's gossip.

"The captain told me that the white-haired elf challenged him to a duel again yesterday," the dwarven woman whispered conspiratorially, quietly enough that no human could have overheard it. But Naestra was no mere human, and her senses were keen. "Cornered him in private to ask for a fight this time, I guess. Captain Ludgera probably turned her down with his usual grace. Bet that pissed her off. Not idea why she's out to get him, though."

Captain Ludgera? Was this the quarry her sister was pursuing so recklessly? And it sounded like Arahan wasn't just interested in sex this time, but specifically in fighting him. What had gotten into her sister?

It was one thing to seek out a partner for a night or week of pleasure, but this relentless pursuit of the imperial captain was just plain embarrassing, and anger warred with humiliation in Naestra's gut over her sister's actions. She turned and stalked in the other direction, intent on finding her twin, or at least this Captain Ludgera-- whoever he was. Then she could figure out the source of this conflict and resolve it so that she and Arahan could return to their duties in peace.

Arahan would be harder to talk sense into, so Naestra asked the next soldier she passed where she might find a "Captain Ludgera" and started in his direction.

She found him before long, right where the lieutenant she'd spoken with claimed he would be. He was in a small courtyard on his own, which was convenient for her purposes: the fewer onlookers there were, the less embarrassment her intervention would bring down on Queen Ariel's royal name.

But Naestra paused at the entrance to the small yard. The man, who unsurprisingly turned out to be a human, was only half garbed, bare-skinned from the waist up and busy doing push-ups. Naestra had plenty of official authority by grace of her mission, not to mention enough reputation and prestige as a legendary Sister of Twilight that she could have simply interrupted the man and demanded his attention, but she saw no point in being rude.

So, Naestra stood back and leaned against the doorway in the shadow of a wall, politely waiting for the human captain to be done. She wasn't impatient like her sister, after all.

And she couldn't deny that the view was enjoyable enough. Her eyes lingered on Ludgera's toned and refined physique of their own accord. It was clear clear that he cared deeply about maintaining his body, like any good warrior maintains their weapons. And what a weapon it was.

She could see why this captain had drawn her sister's eye.

Naestra wasn't trying to hide, per se, but she must have been doing a good job of it anyway, because when the newcomer entered, they failed to spot her.

It was, of course, her sister.

Arahan made hardly any noise as she crept along the roof above, peeking down from a high ledge to watch the captain perform his exercises. Arahan didn't even spare a glance in Naestra's direction, despite the dark-haired elf's position in the only visible doorway. Further proof that Arahan's infatuation with this human was dulling her senses and making her soft. There was no excuse for such an obvious lack of observation.

To Naestra's relief, her pale-haired sister didn't leap down to attack the soldier, and didn't make another scene. She simply watched the man as he exercised, much as Naestra herself was doing.

Through their deep bond, Naestra could feel Arahan's lust rising in steady waves of heat, and the more mature sister's attention was split between watching the captain and watching her sister watch him. Ludgera switched from push-ups to sit-ups, then to deep-knee squats. Arahan's emotional reaction made enough sense to her-- it was reasonable to be attracted to an attractive specimen, after all. But her sister's behaviour still puzzled Naestra.

Why was Arahan going through all of this effort instead of simply jumping the man? The two sisters were both quite attractive, and surely a direct approach would work fine on the typical human male. And it was certainly more her sister's style than all of this sneaking around.

Content that her sister was settling in for a long hunt and not likely to make any aggressive moves today, Naestra withdrew from the courtyard to leave the human and the elf to their respective fixations. She was surprised to find the sun noticeably lower in the sky than it had been when she'd first spotted the human. Just how long had she spent watching him work up a sweat?

Determined to learn more about her sister's newest obsession, Naestra made a point of visiting the large training yard during the midday break the following afternoon. Unbeknownst to her, this was the same field where Arahan had picked a fight just four days past.

She picked a remote, unobtrusive corner, and settled in to watch this captain train the soldiers under his command. Naestra stood silently and politely, taking in the details as Seiger Ludgera-- she'd learned his name through some discreet inquiries made of a few military officials she had previously met-- and his two lieutenants trained their mixed squadron of humans, dwarves, and some few elves.

You could learn a lot from watching someone at work, and Naestra had a lot of experience at sitting back and observing unsuspecting targets. She watched how he moved, how he spoke, how he looked at a soldier in training and knew exactly what they needed to improve upon. Ludgera was a fine captain, indeed.

And a fine specimen overall... as far as humans went.

The following afternoon, she almost literally bumped into the very man she'd been thinking about as she strode silently through the halls after another long day of bickering and wheedling.

"My apologies, Seig--" she stammered with a courteous half-bow. Naestra was glad for the mask that covered the right side of her face and obscured half of the flush that marked her otherwise pale cheeks. She'd almost addressed the captain by name before he'd even spoken it. Between her own observations and investigations, she was so familiar with Seiger Ludgera that for a moment she'd forgotten that they hadn't actually met before.

"No apologies needed." Captain Ludgera recovered from his surprise quickly, offering her a bow in return. Deeper than hers, of course, as was appropriate for one of her station. "You're Lady Naestra, are you not? My name is Seiger Ludgera, a captain in his imperial majesty's army."

"I am indeed Naestra," she offered with a small smile as she regained her composure. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain."

"You are too kind." He gave her a polite smile of his own, and Naestra couldn't help the way her smile widened just a bit in return.

This Captain Ludgera really was the very soul of courtesy. But he seemed... uncomfortable somehow.

"I've, ah... met your famed sister already, Lady Naestra," he admitted with a grimace, and Naestra sighed as she suddenly understood the source of his obvious discomfort.

"Fear not, Captain. I promise you are safe around me. I am not going to pick a fight with you or anyone in your command." She finished with a wink to reassure him that she hadn't taken offence to his role in the situation, and the man visibly relaxed. "I think a single aggressive elf is enough for one capital city, don't you?"

Seiger burst into laughter at that, and again Naestra couldn't help but join in his amusement. She recovered her composure quickly once more, surprised at having caught herself laughing-- she couldn't recall having laughed even once since first coming to these dull, almost lifeless human lands almost two weeks ago.

"Consider me deeply relieved, Lady Naestra." He gave her a warmer smile this time, and sketched another quick bow. "But I imagine you must be quite busy with your official duties. I won't waste any more of your time, my lady."

He went his way and she hers, moving in opposite directions. Naestra found herself tapping her chin pensively as she walked. So, this was the man who'd caught her sister's attention like no one else had for decades. She could certainly see the appeal, in terms of personality as well as raw physicality.

She was still thinking about the polite, handsome captain the next day as she and one of the human ambassadors discussed the borders of the Everwoods. This was the human empire's name for Naestra's homeland, though why they couldn't simply call it by the proper name of Athel Loren was a mystery to her.

"And I'm sure you'll find, Johnathan, that there are decades, if not centuries of historic-- ah!" Naestra's rehearsed speech came to a stuttering halt as she was suddenly struck by a wave of sexual pleasure. It was a sharp spike of white-hot bliss that arced straight through her middle like a bolt of lightning. She hadn't felt the likes of it in Weave-only-knew how long, and it was enough to completely shatter her concentration.

It was pleasure not from her own body, but felt through the bond she shared with Arahan. Was her sister really having sex right now? While Naestra was trying to work?

"The pr-precedent is c-c-c-clear," she stammered, "that, that-- ah!"

The diplomat, scribe, and two more noble onlookers all stared at Naestra with expressions ranging from confusion and concern to downright alarm as she tried and failed to cover her outburst with a cough.

After literal centuries of sharing a bond with her impulsive, impetuous sister, one might expect Naestra to be used to such shared experiences. And it was true that Naestra had experienced more than her share of second-hand pleasure through the Weave-empowered bond the twins shared, but it had never felt like this before. Whether the transfer of sensation was clearer and stronger today or her sister's new boy was simply more skilled and capable than most, Naestra didn't know.

But she did know that she felt like she was near the brink of something mind-blowing, and that she did not want to experience it in front of this particular crowd of onlookers. Could Arahan not have waited until the evening before engaging in such activities? Or at least given Naestra a bit of warning beforehand?

"I seem to be feeling... unwell," she enunciated through gritted teeth. "I need to withdraw for a moment to recover. If you'll excuse me?"

"Of course, Lady Naestra," Johnathan the diplomat offered courteously and smoothly. "I do hope you aren't coming down with whatever illness has kept your honoured sister from participating in the talks these last few days."

"I fear it might be just the same thing," Naestra muttered, mostly to herself, as she offered the assembled group a quick curtsy before retreating from the conference room and making a straight line towards the first lavatory she could find.

Fortunately, the room was quite deserted, and Naestra shut and locked the door behind her with a sigh of relief. And just in time, as another shuddering wave of pleasure swept up through her, starting in her core and rushing outwards to leave her limbs tingling and her head almost spinning.

She struggled her way to the sink and ran cool water from the humans' built-in plumbing system. The cold was a brisk shock to the system as she splashed it over the unmasked half of her face, but it failed to dispel the twin sources of heat building in Naestra's middle. The first and most obvious source was the shared orgasmic pleasure she was feeling by proxy of her connection to the promiscuous Arahan, but equally powerful was the nugget of fury sitting in Naestra's core.

Arahan was almost certainly sharing a bed with Seiger Ludgera at that very moment, while Naestra was trying to work. How could her own flesh and blood, the twin sister Naestra seemed to share a shard of her very soul with, be so damned irresponsible?

But as she pictured Arahan and Seiger, their bodies entwined in lovers' passion, she realized it wasn't just anger that she was feeling.

Naestra blinked at her reflection in surprise as the revelation settled in around her. She wanted to deny the petty feeling, but Naestra was far too honest a person to try and deceive herself. It was jealousy that burned in her heart.

Jealousy that her sister got to run off and have fun while Naestra herself was stuck working. Jealousy that Arahan was experiencing such heights of pleasure that the mere echoes of them were enough to leave Naestra wobbling on her feet. Jealousy that Arahan was probably even now wrapped around Seiger's strong, toned form. Moving her body in time with the motion of his hips. Gasping and writhing as their bodies came together...

Naestra could feel the waves of pleasure coming down through the psychic bond growing more and more powerful. Either Arahan's pleasure was becoming more intense, or else their bond was opening up more as Naestra subconsciously began leaning into the connection.

She was almost painfully wet now, her arousal staining her fingertips as she dragged them up through her parted folds. The elf's body, long neglected, thrilled under her touch as Naestra rubbed the pads of her fingers against her--

With a shuddering gasp, Naestra yanked her hand back out from the band of her pants. She hadn't even realized that she'd moved her hand, let alone allowed it to creep down between her thighs to start touching herself. But the evidence glistened on two of her fingers as Naestra scowled down at them. She was so wet that she had left herself slick with arousal after only the briefest touch...

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and shoved down the lust she was feeling. Giving in to every selfish whim was more her sister's domain than Naestra's. Her frown deepened as she ran the water again so she could wash away the evidence of her momentary weakness.

The return to her and Arahan's suite was blissfully brief and uninterrupted. It wasn't long before Arahan's pleasure started up again, the white-haired elf obviously unsatisfied after her first bout of fucking. But at least Naestra was safely ensconced in the privacy of her room this time, and she had the time and space necessary to meditate her way through the distractions of physical pleasure.

Periods of nearly-overwhelming pleasure came and went throughout the night, evidence that Naestra's sister was spending the evening in her lover's company, but the raven-haired beauty ignored it.

Naestra was spared the second-hand sexual pleasure through the early morning, until she was in the middle of a sparring session with one several elven soldiers they'd brought as security. Their practice swords, just as sharp and deadly as any combat-worthy blade, were flashing and sparking with ever-increasing speed when Naestra suddenly felt her sister's pleasure once more.

Again? After enduring-- or perhaps indulging in-- round after round of pleasurable sex the night previous, was Arahan really beginning again already? And was it the captain who was taking Naestra's pale-haired sister to such glorious heights again, or had she found herself a harem of lovers?

No, it must have been Seiger. Naestra could feel Arahan's single-minded interest through their bond, and it hadn't waned one bit.

Just what did this captain offer that he could hold Arahan's flighty interest for so long? And how much experience did this man have that he could bring the legendary Sister of Twilight to such heights of pleasure that her twin sister was almost undone by proxy?

Struck by the unexpected wave of pleasure, Naestra stumbled, allowing her practice opponent to score a glancing blow off of her lightweight pauldron. The two elves froze at the sound, staring at each other in shock.

Naestra never lost focus during training, and she never made mistakes.

"Excuse me, please," she said politely in their shared elven tongue. She had the man remain so she could take a walk by herself to clear her head. Her escort probably shouldn't have left her to roam unattended, but she was Naestra, one of the most honoured warriors of Athel Loren. If she said she was safe on her own, then who was he to argue?

Naestra walked quickly, head down as she strode seemingly at random through the halls of the palace until her thoughts were disturbed by a passingly familiar voice. She stopped short to listen in as the same dwarven lieutenant she had eavesdropped on just a few days prior loudly told some unseen companion of the illicit deeds she'd witnessed the day before.

"No word of a lie, Alice! Captain Ludgera and that elven Arahan lady were fucking right there in the courtyard."

Naestra flushed in humiliation at the crude description of her sister's deeds, but didn't move a muscle. The last thing she wanted to do was startle the soldiers chatting around the corner and miss the rest of the story.

"And then Lady Arahan asks me to drag over a chair so they could fuck on that, too. Right there in front us, like she didn't care about having half a dozen onlookers."

"You know, I'd heard some stories about those Twilight chicks," the other woman, evidently Alice, answered, "but I assumed they were just stories. Bullshit the guys tell each other so they feel less lonely on the cold nights when we're marching. But she really didn't care that everyone was watching while they...?"

"Didn't care, maybe," the dwarf soldier went on with a guffaw, "or maybe she liked the attention. Sigmar knows, if I had a divine body like hers, I'd be happy to show it off, too. And the captain? I'm not usually attracted to humans-- too tall and lanky compared to a good, stocky dwarf man. But the captain? Sigmar's nuts, Captain Ludgera could get it."

"Mm-hmm," her companion agreed enthusiastically as Naestra's flush deepened in the shadowy alcove where she'd taken cover.

While she would never be so crude as to suggest the man could "get it"... privately, Naestra had to agree with the woman's assessment. Captain Ludgera was a fine specimen, toned and powerful while maintaining a surprising amount of grace for a human.

But was Arahan's physique truly so fantastic to inspire such lust in any and all onlookers? Naestra looked down at herself, at the shape she shared with her identical twin, and again privately agreed with the dwarf's description. Naestra had a narrow waist and tight middle, just like her twin sister, with rolling curves to her hips above well-toned legs and ass. And her breasts were large enough to be almost unwieldy, while still being perky despite her centuries of age. She supposed that her and her sister might indeed have "divine bodies"-- by the locals' perspective, at any rate.

Did that mean Naestra was beautiful enough to seduce others as easily as her sister? She'd had her share of lovers of her own, of course, but Naestra's usual method of finding companionship was to approach someone she already knew and respected, and suggest to share a night together with no need for further entanglements beyond that.

But Arahan had evidently just walked up to Seiger, a near perfect stranger, and climbed right onto him with no regards for who was nearby. She'd seduced him without any apparent effort.

Naestra's face burned with shared embarrassment at her sister's antics, even as a plan began to form in her her mind. If Seiger Ludgera was so attracted to one of the Sisters of Twilight... perhaps he would be just as interested in her nearly-identical sister?

She sent a runner to notify the human diplomats that she would not be returning to the table today or tomorrow, then went about arranging a carriage into town. There were some things Naestra was going to need.

Arahan seemed to be worn out from that night's "exertions", which Naestra had the privilege of experiencing via their bond. It was well past midnight by the time the pale-haired Sister of Dusk slumped back to the suites they shared, and Naestra knew her sister would be sleeping in quite late that morning. A perfect opportunity.

Naestra dressed in near silence, and left her rooms relatively early in the morning. A few discreet inquiries told her that Seiger would be on patrol before too long, so he was almost certainly awake already.

The rhythmic clack of the high-heeled shoes she'd chosen for this occasion, and the swishing of the greatcoat that covered her from neck to ankles, were the only noises in the otherwise empty halls. Naestra found Captain Ludgera's chamber right where she'd been told it would be. And the door was even halfway open already, giving the ancient elven warrior a glimpse of the man within.

Seiger was sitting on the edge of a bed directly across from the doorway, wearing leather pants and a thin, white tunic. He had one leg crossed over the other, and was obviously in the middle of pulling off a boot.

He looked up in surprise when she knocked softly on the door-frame. "Ah, back already, Ara-- Lady Naestra, my apologies. I thought you were someone else."

"I know who you thought I was," she said with a teasing smirk, and the man had the decency to blush. "May I come in?"

"Uh, of course, my lady. You're welcome to go where you wish within the Palace of Retribution, even here in the barracks."

Naestra was sweeping into the room almost before he'd answered. It wasn't that she was trying to act impetuous like her lighter-haired sister, merely that the hardened warrior needed to act before she had time to second-guess herself and let her nerves get in the way. She kicked the door closed behind her with a white high-heel.

"I like your coat, Lady Naestra," Seiger complimented as he came to his feet to greet her. One boot on and one boot off. "It looks much more comfortable than the armour I usually see you and your sister sporting."

If he thought the jacket was nice, Naestra suspected he would quite enjoy what she was wearing beneath it. The special little package she'd gone into town for, and which had taken her half a day and a small fortune to have made as a rush order, was quite the sight.

"Tell me about your relationship with Arahan," she ordered, refusing to engage with his off-topic comment. His first reaction was to open his mouth and start stammering out an excuse, and she cut him off with a curt gesture and a derisive huff. "And there's no point denying the sexual nature of your relations, Captain Ludgera. My sister and I share a bond of unparalleled closeness-- I feel much of what my sister does, and vice-versa."

"Well, I-- Yes, I suppose you could say our relationship is a sexual one..."

"I know that much for certain, just as I know how much my dear sister enjoys your ministrations. You've made her feel quite good, Seiger."

The human just flushed and stared slack-jawed as she spoke some of the crudest words that had ever left her lips, in the most casual tone one could imagine.

"Was it good for you, too?" she asked, not giving him room to offer a retort to her previous statement. "Have you enjoyed the experiencing the feeling of one of the legendary Sisters of Twilight moving against you? Did you enjoy claiming her ancient-- yet eternally young-- body? And doing it right there, where anyone could see... Did having others watch your conquest make you feel self-conscious, or did it just make the feat all the more glorious?"

Seiger's eyes darted around the room, as if trying to find a route of escape, but Naestra stalked closer until he couldn't help but look up at her. "Well? Did you love the feeling of her tight, elven body wrapping around yours?"

"I, I mean-- Of course, Lady Naestra, but--"

"Did it feel so incredibly good to have a Sister of Twilight ride you like a stallion?" she pressed, stepping further into the man's space until he took a reflexive step backwards. "Would you like to feel another?"

"I-- You-- What?" he stammered.

"I said," she dropped her voice to a whisper as she leaned in closer still, her fingers running down the front of her long coat to undo button after button, "would you like to feel another legendary elven warrior riding you until she wails out your name?"

Naestra undid the final button and pushed the coat open as she shrugged her shoulders, letting the whole thing fall away to reveal the little outfit she'd acquired.

While pale, Naestra and Arahan's skin had a warm undertone, so she'd selected a darker shade of lavender for the lingerie, with more blue tones than red, which complimented her skin and hair colour perfectly.

After some deliberation, Naestra had settled on a "baby doll" style with a half-cup to uplift her already-perky breasts while covering nothing above the nipple. A line of white lace rimmed the top of the teddy all the way around, and hanging beneath her breasts was a curtain of thin fabric that covered down to just under the curve of her toned, perky ass. This was translucent enough that one could clearly see the intoxicating shape of her body through it, and even the colour of the matching panties she'd acquired. The cups of the chest portion were thick enough, however, that they showed only a hint of the soft, dusty-rose colour of her nipples.

The bottoms were the same slightly thicker fabric as the pieces covering her breasts, so one couldn't quite see through them. But the cut of them was so revealing that it was almost a moot point, anyway. They were lined with the same white lace as the teddy, of course.

The overall effect, Naestra knew, was devastatingly effective. The alluring silhouette of her body was clearly shown off and emphasized, while the most tantalizing bits were just barely concealed. The colours drew one's eyes out towards the pale lace, which carefully traced her inner thighs and the not-insignificant cleavage at the front.

There was no doubting the effect it had on the captain, either. He fell backwards to flop down gracelessly on the edge of his bed and gawked openly. Seiger's eyes all but ignited as he looked her from top to bottom, then back up before repeating the whole motion again.

She frowned slightly when Seiger glanced past her right shoulder: nothing in the room should be more interesting than her right now. The dark-haired elf placed the tip of a delicate finger beneath his stubble-marked chin and turned Captain Ludgera's face towards her as she began to press into the human's space once more. He laid back almost automatically as she advanced, until he was flat on his back-- still fully clothed-- and she was crawling up his body to straddle the man's hips.

For a moment, Naestra had been concerned that he was uninterested. He'd looked away from her to stare at a far wall or into the corner, after all. But when she pressed her lips to his, there was no resistance. Seiger opened his mouth to accept her kiss, and he groaned slightly when their tongues met.

But he broke the kiss before her, concern suddenly marking his face. "I'm-- but Lady Arahan and I--"

"Don't worry, sweet Seiger. My sister and I share everything." This was something of a lie, of course: while Naestra and her sister did share most things, this was certainly something the two of them had never discussed before. But the low purr of her voice and the warmth of her body pressed against his must have been quite a soothing combination, because he seemed to melt beneath her fingers. "Everything."

"So... she won't mind?" he asked, anxiety clearly already fading as his hands drifted up to caress her hips, seemingly of their own accord. She shook her head in answer, allowing her long, dark hair to brush against Seiger's strong cheekbones, and he sighed in relief. "But what about-- You really don't care that--"

She silenced him with another kiss, and he was all too eager to return it. Naestra pushed his shirt up as she claimed his mouth with hers, until she could run her hands over his toned, slightly hairy middle.

Most elves, even the men, weren't hairy like that, and there was something thrilling about running her soft palms over the light body hair. Humans were hairy, almost like animals-- and that's exactly what Naestra felt like right now. An animal in heat.

It had been such a long time since Naestra had indulged her physical needs, and she hadn't realized that her body had become so neglected. Arahan's lust and pleasure had awoken something inside of her however, and now she practically burned with pent-up need.

But she wasn't going to rush, and certainly wasn't going to push Seiger. He was still just a young man-- incredibly young, relative to her and her sister's centuries of age-- and she wanted to ease him into things.

Wanted to take care of him.

She moved one hand downwards to trail along the front of his pants, undoing button and belt as she went, then pushed the whole fabric pile down enough to reveal the evidence of the human's eagerness.

And how eager he was! Stiff and long and swollen with need. Despite his evening spent in Arahan's company, he was so incredibly aroused again that it was almost breath-taking. She couldn't resist the urge to have a little taste.

Naestra shimmied herself backwards, working back down the captain's body even as he pulled himself further up onto the bed. He seemed to know instinctively what she wanted to do, and arranged himself to make it easier.

His stiff cock was jutting up directly before her face now, and Naestra almost groaned aloud with rising need. She ran one hand up his shaft, feeling the hardness and sheer presence of it, then held it in place as she lowered her face to taste him properly.

The salty, briny flavour of him flooded her mouth as Naestra ran her tongue along the underside of his reddened, swollen head, then over the top of it. Seiger groaned, both in pleasure and... pain?

Naestra paused to examine his face for a moment, spotting the signs of discomfort, then glanced back down at his swollen prick. He was incredibly red, evidence of a cock that has been put to thorough use. "Ridden hard and put away wet," as human cavalry liked to say of horses who looked to be in poor condition.

It wasn't hard to imagine why, either. Arahan had no doubt been using healing magic to make Seiger perform over and over-- hence the frequency of her pleasure.

"Oh, you poor thing," Naestra breathed, as much to Ludgera's cock as to the man himself. "The magic Arahan has been using... it's sloppy. Primitive, even."

"It... it is?" he asked, looking puzzled and concerned and also very, very horny.

She sighed, then smiled to herself as the human twitched in response to her hot breath washing over him. "That kind of magic is meant to patch someone back up in the middle of a conflict, not to keep someone comfortable and performing at their best. Its advantage is how fast it works, but it's rough... and hardly fair for you. The magic I wield is much gentler."

Ancient words of magic rose up within Naestra's soul, and she gave breath to the quiet incantations and moved her fingers in subtle gestures. Life-giving magic welled up inside of her until it spilled over to seep from her hands as she began stroking his cock again. She sat back to use both hands, massaging his impressive length with one while she cradled and fondled his hairy testes with the other. Green-white magic seeped from her hands and flowed into him as gently handled his precious equipment.

"It helps to restore you to a... natural balance," Naestra explained as he began moving her hands faster, working the healing energy into his shaft in quick strokes. He groaned as the energy flowed from her to him, like a massage from the inside and outside at once. "It allows your body to heal on its own, only much faster."

Naestra whispered words of magic until the spell began to spill from her mouth, her lips glowing with the gentle healing magic. Then she dipped down to kiss his cock again.

Pale green light flowed from her mouth to envelop the sensitive tip of his cock as she took it into her mouth with slow deliberation. Then Naestra simply allowed her face to slide down slowly, taking inch after delicious inch of thick human cock into her mouth and throat. She only stopped when the mask that covered the right half of her face was pressed against his skin.

Seiger groaned again, in equal parts pleasure and relief, as Naestra slowly ran her lips back up his full length. She could feel his discomfort fading and the rawness of his skin mending with each sensual movement, and Naestra smiled sweetly around the long cock spreading her lips.

Her sister had been treating the poor, young human captain quite roughly indeed, and the kinder of the twins had made it her mission to make him feel all better.

Again she dipped her face down, letting his shaft slide along her tongue until he was nestled in the warmth of her throat. And still the soothing, nurturing magic flowed from her fingers as she played along the delicate lines of his heavy testicles, and from her lips as she slid her mouth down and back up his length. This was the work of a master healer, and something Naestra's impatient sister could never manage.

It was obvious how good she was making Seiger feel-- his low, rumbling groan was all the proof she needed. And Naestra was making herself feel just as good too, the heat of her arousal brimming until it was ready to spill over.

Finally, she raised her head until his cock slipped from the tight suction of her mouth with a wet pop. Naestra looked up and met the human's eyes, and gave him a broad, almost dopey grin. "Does that feel a bit better, dear one?"

"Sigmar's nuts, yes," he hissed. "It feels so good, Naestra."

"I meant the healing, silly," she giggled. He nodded enthusiastically, and she smiled all the brighter.

But as tempting as it was to dip her mouth down and feel him slide back into her throat, to keep treating him to sweet pleasure until he spilled his sweet seed over her tongue, Naestra just wasn't quite that benevolent.

She'd been feeling the echoes of her sister's pleasure for days now, after all. It seemed only fair that Naestra should have a taste of that pleasure for herself.

And so she released Seiger Ludgera's cock with no small amount of reluctance, then moved her hands to the waist of his pants. She pulled down until the fabric bunched up around his ankles-- but he was still wearing one of his boots, so the clothing would go no further than that. But he was revealed now from waist to calf, and that was plenty enough for Naestra's needs.

The black-haired Sister of Twilight climbed up until she straddled Seiger's thighs again, and the human inhaled sharply. His in-drawn hiss held so much desire and anticipation that it sent a shiver of corresponding anticipation down Naestra's spine.

But it was the sight of his long cock, swollen with desire and glistening with her own saliva, that truly set her heart to racing. The ancient elf was so ready to feel him that it nearly hurt.

She edged closer until that lovely cock of his was nestled against the front of her pelvis, lifting and dropping the curtain of sheer fabric back down around him so she could feel the warmth of his skin more clearly. The base of it was in line with her slick, eager pussy, while the top seemed to reach almost to her belly-button. the prospect of feeling that thick, hard length of human meat filling her from entrance to core had her shuddering in anticipation again.

With two fingers, she pushed the front of her panties aside, then pressed her slick pussy lips against him. The heat of his engorged shaft soaked in through her bare, pale pink skin, and she shivered again.

Naestra lifted her hips slightly, bringing her waist up to drag her labia along his shaft from base to head. But instead of inching forward to line him up with her own opening, she simply held him with a steady, soft grip and pressed herself against him as she eased back down. Each small movement treated her to the feeling of his thick hardness pressing along her pretty petals to stoke both of their desires, but still she didn't move to take him properly.

"Holy Sigmar, Naestra," the human groaned out needily, "quit teasing me. I need to feel you..."

"I am an elf, dear Seiger," Naestra cooed gently as she ground her wet sex against him again, up and down. "In case you haven't noticed. And not a young one, at that-- not even compared to my kin's ageless standard."

Up and down she slid, smearing her arousal along his length and sharing her warmth with him as she spoke. "And one thing you learn when you get to be my age is that there's no need to rush. Sometimes it's better to be patient and take the time to truly enjoy such things."

This was also a bit of a lie: there was no part of Naestra that was feeling patient just then. Her insides were a hot, coiling mess of need and desperation, but still she strung things along.

Anticipation would only make the payoff greater. Hunger was the greatest seasoning, after all.

But as much as she wanted to tease them both into a frenzy to make the moment of giving in all the sweeter, Naestra also didn't want to leave the poor captain wanting for too long. Her plan today was to make him feel good; to take care of him.

To say nothing of the anticipation threatening to overwhelm her, for that matter.

So, on the next pass, the eternally-nubile elf lifted herself just a bit higher than before. She went from pressing herself against a line along his shaft to pressing against the very tip of him, so that his swollen head was positioned just where she needed him. A bead of slick pre-cum spilled from him to stain her sex, adding to the already prodigious amount of lubrication welling there.

This was it! She was finally about to feel this gorgeous specimen of humanity, finally about to feel the source of all of her sister's intense pleasure these last few days. Naestra took a deep breath, then finally started to--

Someone cleared their throat pointedly from almost directly behind her, and the elf froze rigidly in place. Was someone else in the room? When in the Weave had they gotten there?

"Uh, Captain?" a female voice asked politely, making the elf jump in shock.

Incidentally, that movement served to push her down just slightly on the human captain's hardness with just enough force for his thick, swollen crown to just lightly part her lips. Feeling even that much of him pressing into her was pure, Weave-blessed bliss, and Naestra yearned to simply press down and take him to the root.

But first, she turned slowly to look over her shoulder at the speaker. And there wasn't just one person standing there, in the corner of the room, but two. Both looking uncomfortable... and not to mention a bit turned on themselves, judging from the flush on the dwarf woman's cheeks. A quick glance in the other direction revealed a third bystander, a human woman sitting on the edge of another cot.

Naestra had been so focused on fulfilling her needs that she hadn't even bothered to look around the room when she'd entered. Hadn't spared so much as a glance at the rest of the long, rectangular space. If she had, she surely would have noticed the little round table and wooden chairs in one corner, where the dwarf and human lieutenants had evidently been sitting and playing a hand of cards. Would have noticed that there was not just one bed in the room, but four.

She had assumed that as a commander possessed of noble blood, diluted though it was, that Captain Ludgera ranked a chamber all to himself. But evidently room was at a premium in the empire's barracks, because Seiger seemed to share his with three other comrades.

The other three must have been too shocked by her sudden appearance-- not to mention her sudden nakedness-- to move or even breathe too deeply.

Only now had politeness and courtesy finally compelled one of them to speak up. "Captain, do you want us to, you know, leave? Because we can, uh... go?"

Naestra turned back to look at the captain, the movement almost wooden from all the tension she held in her neck. She found the human captain staring back up at her with a questioning look. He'd been aware of the onlookers the whole time, of course. By the Weave, he'd probably assumed that Naestra had been aware of them as well. After all, she was a legendary elven huntress, how could she possibly not notice three people who were making no effort to conceal themselves?

And now he was plainly asking her a question without words: did she want them to leave?

Of course Seiger wouldn't be afraid of being witnessed doing this deed. Hadn't she just heard how he and her sister had made love in front of half a dozen soldiers?

He was looking to her for confirmation. Obviously Naestra should send them off-- it would go completely against her character to do otherwise. Bloody Weave, what she should have done was pull on her coat again and retreat from the room, if not from the whole city. Maybe from the whole damn human empire, to hide out for a few decades until the collective memory of her indecent behaviour was forgotten.

What would her sister do in her place? The thought hit Naestra like a bolt from the blue, with the answer coming hot on the heels of the question: of course Arahan wouldn't send them away. Naestra's aggressive, impetuous sister took what she wanted, when she wanted it, with no regards for the consequences. She'd done just that mere days ago.

Seiger cocked an eyebrow up at her in question, and Naestra quailed. She didn't want to be seen, didn't want to be watched, didn't want this moment of intimacy to be shared with complete strangers. But she also didn't want to miss this opportunity to finally, finally have Seiger all to herself. Once Arahan learned of Naestra's deeds, there was no way the possessive, passionate, white-haired elf would ever let her sister near Captain Ludgera again.

And, privately, Naestra had to admit that she also didn't want to show fear where her twin sister had shown courage. She didn't want to be the one afraid to go forward. Didn't want to be the subject of negative comparison.

"Up to you, Seiger dearest," she finally breathed in a husky voice that belied the anxiety and shame raging in her core. "I imagine they've already seen you completely naked with my sister, deep in the throes of your passions."

She paused for a second, considered it, then added, "And if they've seen my twin, whose body I share almost exactly, then they have as much as seen me naked already. I am not afraid of letting them see."

This was a lie as well-- the third in one morning! In truth, Naestra was feeling dreadfully self-conscious, but she was too aroused to let it get to her now.

Plus, Arahan had done it, and Naestra refused to be shown up.

"I guess I... I don't mind if you don't, Lady Naestra," Seiger finally shrugged. "Men... Er, and ladies? Feel free to go or stay, whatever you prefer. But if you leave, close the damn door behind you so we don't get any unexpected looky-loos."

The three soldiers, two humans and a dwarf, chuckled at that last, but none rose to leave. Apparently they'd made their decision, just as Naestra had.

And speaking of making bold decisions... Seiger suddenly took Naestra's hips in strong, rough hands, spinning their bodies unexpectedly. The centuries-old elven warrior gasped as her world tilted sideways briefly, then found herself unexpectedly on her back, her head on Seiger's pillow and the man himself kneeling between her spread legs.

"If you truly want to savour this moment," he said in a deep, powerful voice, a clear challenge to her gentle authority, "then let's make sure it's done right."

Then Seiger was diving in. Any words lingering on the elf's lips faded into a gasping moan as pulled her panties roughly to the side to run his tongue up the parted line of her slick folds.

From the first moment of contact, it was like heaven. The human captain didn't have the experience and polish of some of Naestra's past lovers, but he had enthusiasm in spades. He did more than simply eat-- Seiger Ludgera positively gorged himself on her glistening sex.

His hot breath, his roving tongue, his aroused groan rumbling against her clit, it all came to together like discrete instruments into a beautiful symphony.

Naestra had never been an overly loud lover, preferring to maintain a level of dignity even in the throes of passion, but today she found herself unafraid to really let Seiger know how she felt. She moaned, she groaned, she whimpered with delight and need. And when his tongue strayed from where she needed to feel it, Naestra coaxed him back into place.

An adept student, Seiger followed her instructions to the letter until he was giving her exactly what she wanted. And then he took it another step further, grabbing Naestra's supple but toned thigh and lifting her leg to rest her knee on his shoulder so that he could get his face even deeper.

He quested upwards with his other hand, pushing Naestra's diaphanous lingerie up and out of the way, then doing the same for her bra to finally bare her breasts. Naestra helped him, taking hold of the two pieces of clothing and pulling them over her own head before carelessly dropping the expensive clothing somewhere off to her left. Seiger pounced on the opportunity, using that free hand to caress and then squeeze her breast as he ate her out.

Ludgera licked and tasted, coaxing pleasure from her sex and lapping up the flavour with a wet noise even as he possessively groped her chest. His grunts of enjoyment almost matched hers for volume.

And then the pleasure was coming down on her, rushing up and through her with all the ferocity of a charging stegadon. Naestra threw her back and cried out as the unexpected orgasm overpowered her and coursed freely through her rigid, twitching body.

Seiger kept up his work all the while, lapping up her rigid centre of pleasure as she bucked her hips against his face.

As soon as the she'd passed the apex of her pleasure and settled back onto the bed, however, he started moving all over again. With a firm grip, the increasingly-confident human captain yanked her purple panties down. He left the rich fabric, now soaked with a mixture of her arousal and his saliva, bunched around one of her feet as he shifted his attention back up to her thighs and the prize that waited between.

He reached down to spread her legs, but Naestra was already moving before he could even lay a finger. She parted her thighs eagerly, opening herself in clear invitation. An invitation the man seemed more than happy to take her up on.

Again he was kneeling between her legs, cock in hand as he leaned in closer. Naestra's heart raced at the sight of the fantastic length of meat as it drew nearer and nearer to her slit. Then he was pressing himself against her, hardness pushing against her delicate folds as his broad chest blocked her view of anything above.

His cock was massive compared to her delicate elven body. But after two days of yearning, an agonizing eternity of working his cock with her mouth and hands when she'd have preferred to feel him inside, and then a devastating orgasm under his clever mouth, Naestra was more than ready.

Despite her years-long dry spell, Naestra's body parted almost eagerly at the first hint of contact from his swollen head. Her petals unfurled and the gateway to her sex eased open before the gentle force of this invader.

After days of anticipation, Naestra was finally feeling him. She groaned out in a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain as his thick tip pushed into her. True, she was hot and wet and ready, but it was still a significant stretch to accommodate such a hefty insertion.

"Oh, blessed Weave!" Naestra moaned as she felt the intoxicating sting of a hard stretch. The inner muscle opened and relaxed as inch by inch Seiger's cock slid inexorably deeper.

Perhaps understanding how thoroughly he was stretching out the ancient-yet-eternally-young elf, Seiger didn't rush. But he didn't exactly hesitate, either. He simply pressed forward slowly but remorselessly, feeding her another inch of thick, human cock. And then another, and another, and...

"Oh!" she gasped as she felt the spongy tip of him suddenly press into her innermost wall. "Oh, that's..."

"It's fantastic," Seiger breathed in a voice somewhere between satisfaction and awe. "You feel so good, Naestra."

"Then what are you waiting for, human?" Naestra teased with a coy smirk that would have looked more at home on her twin sister's face. "Are you going to just lie there, or are you planning on showing me what your gorgeous body can do?"

"Oh, I'll show you." His voice was low and thick with dark promise, and Naestra shuddered in anticipation. But she had only the briefest of moments to allow that emotion to grow before Captain Ludgera followed up on his threat with a slick withdrawal and a hard thrust.

"Ah!" Feeling Seiger press into her was pure, divine bliss. Stars sparked across the dark-haired elf's vision as the human captain rocked his hips forward again, driving his cock into her hard enough to shake her lithe body. "Yes!"

Obviously sensing Naestra's growing readiness-- even impatience-- Seiger Ludgera found a fast, stable rhythm. Her body was fully slick with her arousal and his leaking eagerness, allowing him to thrust faster and harder despite her apparent tightness. And she did her best to facilitate the thorough fucking too, spreading her legs wider and angling her hourglass hips up to receive his thrusts even more deeply.

"Sigmar's holy fire," Ludgera grunted. His face was set in a frown of determination as he found an even faster rhythm, but Naestra could see beneath the mask to the struggle inside. Even now, Seiger was fighting the urge to move faster and harder. Fighting the urge to fuck her into a senseless mess.

Probably because he was afraid of hurting her.

He truly was a sweet young man. And while normally Naestra appreciated that kind of consideration... today, that just wouldn't do. Today, she was going to give Seiger Ludgera whatever he wanted.

Naestra hooked her legs around his waist and flexed until the lines of lean muscle showed along her graceful, smooth thighs. Muscles that she'd earned over centuries of training and fighting. She timed the motion with his next thrust, using her long legs to pull him forward even harder and faster.

His body crashed into hers with a wet slapping sound, a slick percussion that echoed around the relatively small room. The noise paired wonderfully with the breathy gasp Naestra loosed as he drove that lovely cock into her with enough force that her body quaked beneath him.

"Ah, yes!" she hissed again. "Just like that, Seiger."

The human wasn't as aged or experienced as some of the elven warriors Naestra had taken to bed periodically over her long life, but he knew enough to do as he was told when his lover was begging him to give her more. Seiger grunted like a wild animal and complied readily, pumping his hips faster and clenching his well-toned ass as he drove into the normally-graceful elf as she used her legs to guide him into the rhythm she wanted: hard, deep, and unrelenting.

"You're doing such a good job, Seiger." Naestra fought to keep her eyes open as the waves of pleasure coursed along sensitive nerves. He held her gaze in return, focusing more intently on her eyes when Naestra placed a small, soft hand on the side of his face to caress his stubbly jaw. "Does that feel good for you, Seiger? I want to take such good care of you. I want you to feel good."

"It feels... Sigmar's divine nut-sack! It feels so good, Naestra." His gruff voice was like an auditory aphrodisiac, slipping into her middle and coiling around her core. "But I want-- I want you to feel good, too."

"Show me just how good you want to make me feel, then."

The saucy taunting turned to a surprised squeak as Seiger abruptly changed their position, repositioning her almost before Naestra was done talking. He pushed sideways, rolling them over and over until the edge of the bed loomed close. But before they could fall from the soft surface, the powerfully-built human twisted his body to scoop Naestra up and then rose to stand in one smooth motion.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing, and the casual display of strength was enough to send hot embers rolling up from her core to sear the nerves. Now she was in his arms as he came to a standing position, her legs still wrapped around his waist and his cock still embedded deeply within her.

And then, before she could so much as quirk a brow at him, he strode a few paces forward and spun again, turning to press Naestra's back against the rough wall behind her. She gasped at the unexpected impact, which served to pin her in place while also bouncing her along that long, lovely cock of his.

With his elf now wedged between the stone wall and his firm, toned body-- literally caught between a rock and a hard place-- Seiger apparently decided to really show her what he had.

Naestra's next breath came in the form of a sharp gasp as Seiger pulled her down by the hips and thrust up at the same time, driving his cock up into her helpless body. Then he pulled her upwards, allowing her to ride the momentum of his action until he'd withdrawn halfway from her before reversing direction and slamming his cock back up into her descending body again.

"Oh, fucking Weave!" Naestra wailed as the human bounced her up and down his cock. She'd had sex in a number of positions in her life, but she'd never had a man pick her up and fuck her against a wall like this.

Her face was pressed against his shoulder, the side of her face nuzzling his neck. But she couldn't feel the heat of him... not through the damned mask covering the half of her face. Naestra reached up with trembling hands, holding onto her concentration with all she had as she took hold of the metal covering and cast it aside.

She'd never gone without her mask outside of her patron's court, and Naestra's uncovered face burned with shame as she looked up over Seiger's broad shoulder to make direct eye contact with the dwarven woman.

The imperial soldier was watching Naestra and Seiger's show with rapt attention, her stone-grey eyes never leaving the human-elf pairing, even as the dwarf moved her hand beneath the band of her own pants, evidently stroking her sex as she watched. The lieutenant didn't spare a glance for her peer, whose cock she was stroking as she finger-fucked herself and watched Naestra's undoing.

Naestra's own silvery gaze drifted down from the dwarf woman's stare to her own feet, which stuck out lewdly from either side of Seiger's broad hips. She watched her legs and feet bounce with the force of the human's thrusts-- thrusts that were driving her closer and closer to the edge of another world-shattering orgasm.

And she couldn't help but notice the pretty purple panties, still hanging off of one of her ankles as she was bodily rocked and swayed.

But her attention was quickly drawn back to her centre, back to where she and Captain Ludgera were so thoroughly joined. Each pump of his hard cock, each deep, hard insertion, pushed her body into a higher and higher state of pleasure. She gritted her teeth, for some reason trying to hold her own pleasure at bay. Although whether that was to prolong the moment or to try and deny Seiger the pleasure of seeing her come apart so soon after her last orgasm, she couldn't rightly say.

It didn't matter either way, because her effort was utterly in vain. She was pinned against the wall and helpless to resist as her human lover fucked her like a god of love and sensuality. His every motion was a sip of divinity for the Weave-blessed elf, and it wasn't long before she felt what little control she'd had slip away.

"Seiger!" she gasped, trying to give him some warning as to her present state. "I'm-- I-- you're--"

And then she was cumming. Pure pleasure erupted from her middle, hot as the legendary forge of the human's god, Sigmar. The beautiful heat of it wiped her mind clean of anything but bliss, and Naestra's words were replaced by a string of grunts and wailing gasps as she bucked and writhed against the powerful man currently fucking her for all he was worth.

The noise of their fucking, the wet cacophony of his thick cock slamming into her tight, wet, elvish pussy, was all but drowned out by the desperate whining of that very elf as she came harder than she had in decades, if not centuries.

Dimly, she was aware of her leg kicking, of her expensive, colourful undergarments flying from their precarious position on her foot to land somewhere amid the human's clothes and gear. The small part of her mind still capable of logical thought quietly made a note to try and figure out where the damn things had landed before she left today.

The moment stretched on and on, the rush of pleasure extending seconds into minutes, until it felt like the pleasure was all Naestra had ever known. And still Seiger kept fucking her, rhythmically pumping his hips up into the shaking, wailing elf.

His strength seemed to finally ebb as her orgasm faded. Not that her pleasure ever fully receded-- rather, she simply came down from the peak to rest in a brief valley of reprieve as Seiger staggered backwards and flopped down onto the edge of the bed again.

This time, Naestra came off of him completely, gasping in disappointment as she felt his cock slip from her tight grasp. As worn out as she was, still she couldn't bear the thought of going a single moment without feeling him inside of her.

"Why did you-- you--" she stammered, trying and failing to find the words. "Did you even--?"

"I want you on top again,"

He took her by the hand as he said this, gently guiding Naestra back to her feet and through a half-turn until she faced away from him, with her perfectly rounded but still toned backside pointing towards that incredible cock of his.

Unlike the wall sex, this was a position Naestra was familiar with, and the centuries-old elf repositioned her legs to be on either side of the human's knees before lowering herself until she felt his stiffness pressing against her raw, slick sex once more.

Naestra had only the faintest moment of hesitation as she glanced up from the lovely sight of human cock nestled against elvish pussy. The others in the room were staring at the two of them with rapt attention, mouths agape with evident lust. Everyone was waiting to see the gorgeous elf lower herself onto Seiger's cock again, waiting to hear her wailing with pleasure. Waiting to drink in the sight of two perfect bodies coming together.

Heat burned her cheeks as shame crept back into her guts once more. How could she have let herself get to this point, where she was willing-- even eager!-- to have sex with a man she barely knew in front of three complete strangers? They were staring at her naked body, at her unmasked face, at the sight of her slick pussy, reddened from the vigorous fucking she'd been receiving.

It was one thing for Arahan to make such impulsive decisions, but how had Naestra allowed herself to fall so far?

But the moment didn't last long. The weight of Captain Ludgera's strong, callused hands settling on the curves of her hips was all the encouragement Naestra needed. She'd intended on making the poor man feel good after her sister had used him so roughly, and the dark-haired elf wasn't about to leave him unfulfilled.

She reached a slender hand between her legs to steady the human's cock, then allowed herself to sink down onto it once more.

Despite the thickness of his shaft, it was an easy fit. Naestra was positively slick with her own juices and the copious precum leaking from Seiger's swollen tip, and more than that... it was like her body had opened fully for him, allowing itself to be reshaped and remoulded to fit him. Like her ageless, nearly-immortal form had willingly been remade in his image, to better accommodate him.

And the reward for her body's subservience was pure pleasure as she sank down inch after inch of thick human cock. She stared downwards and watched, fascinated, as his body pressed into hers so smoothly that she couldn't remember why she'd ever been worried that he wouldn't fit.

Then she started moving, lifting her athletic but curvy hips to drag the tight seal of her sex up and down his incredible length. Seiger groaned behind her, putting sound to the same pleasure that was building in Naestra's middle with every smooth motion.

She looked up hesitantly, almost afraid to see the others' reaction. It was one thing for them to see her naked body spread beneath Ludgera's, but another entirely for them to see her on top and taking control. In this position, there could be no doubt whatsoever that Naestra was in control of the proceedings, that she was making the active choice to fuck him right here, right now.

The other three seemed to be enjoying themselves, indeed. Particularly the dwarven lieutenant, who'd moved on from stroking off herself and her human compatriot... to stripping off her clothes and bending over for him. Now, the smaller woman was being fucked vigorously from behind, even as she watched Naestra slamming her body up and down on Seiger's cock. Was the other woman imagining it was her captain behind her, pulling her by the hips as he buried himself over and over in her hairy, dwarven cunt?

Naestra tossed her head back and moaned lewdly as molten pleasure started building in her core again. And again, Seiger pounced on her moment of vulnerability!

The elven woman let out an undignified squeal as her human lover leaned in close to grab hold of her. He hooked his arms beneath her thighs and lifted upwards, removing all of Naestra's leverage in one fell swoop. But he didn't stop there, continuing the motion and wrapping his powerful, muscular arms under her armpits to pull her arms above her head before locking his fingers behind her neck.

This must have been a human wrestling move of some kind, and it effectively immobilized the ancient warrior's legs and locked her arms out to the side where they were useless. Although Naestra doubted the traditional human martial artists had invented the full-body lock for this particular purpose.

And what a purpose it was! Seiger used his new leverage to take the lead on their lovemaking, thrusting upwards with his hips as he dragged her body up and down like she was a little doll. Naestra could do little more than wail and groan and take what he was giving her... and blush, of course, as her body was put fully on display for the room at large. In this position, she was spread and tilted up so everyone could see every last detail, and powerless to cover or conceal anything as Seiger pounded up into her limp form.

It should have been humiliating, being pulled around, displayed, and fucked like an inanimate object like this. And it was, of course... but Naestra was surprised to find that she didn't mind so much. The indignity of it all somehow only added an extra spice to their fucking.

And who was she to complain when the captain was already fucking her towards another orgasm, pushing her closer and closer with every hard thrust.

Pleasure was mounting almost faster than she could keep track of it, and she just didn't care about the shame of her disgrace anymore. What good was dignity when it could be traded for such overwhelming pleasure? Why had she waited so long to give in to pure bliss like this?

The answer to the last question was Seiger, of course. Naestra had needed the assistance of a truly special specimen of a man to cross that boundary.

And speaking of crossing over boundaries... "Ah, Naestra, it's so fucking good. I'm-- fucking Sigmar, I'm getting close."

"Oh!" was all the answer she managed to give to that warning. "Oh, Seiger!"

"Are you going to let me finish inside of you?" he growled, mouth barely an inch away from her long, tapered ear. "You going to let me cum in you, just like Arahan?"

Naestra stammered, fighting to remain collected enough to hold up her end of the conversation. "Arahan-- Oh, Weave almighty, that's so good! I-- Arahan let you finish inside of her?"

"Oh yeah." Seiger's voice was lower and gruffer than ever, an indication of just how hard he was fighting to retain control. "She can't get enough of it."

Ice-cold fear lanced through Naestra's middle, briefly piercing the fog of lust weighing down on the elf's addled brain. Had her sister really let this virile stud of a man finish inside of her? Had she really just spread her legs and let him shoot her full of his seed? How could Arahan have been so stupid?

The answer to that was obvious, of course. Swimming in a sea of such blissful pleasure, Naestra's sister had no doubt shrugged off any potential consequences. Anything was worth it to stay wrapped up in Seiger's arms for just another second. Any risk was worth taking to feel him like this... even gambling with her own fertility.

"She's... Arahan isn't on any kind of protection. The elven charm-makers-- Ah! The enchanters are far from here. You might have gotten her pregnant! I don't have any kind of birth control either. If you... if you came inside of me now, Seiger, you could get me pregnant, too."

Seiger didn't have an immediate response to that, possibly not having thought through the consequences of his actions before now. But Naestra couldn't help but notice that the manic rhythm of his hips didn't slow down one bit, the aggressive pattern of in and out continued completely unabated. He was silent, but the wet, squelching sound of their bodies slapping together more than made up for it.

As did the interruption from the third observer, the human woman sitting and pleasuring herself on the cot. "Holy shit!"

The woman's pants were undone and dropped halfway to her knees to accommodate the hand between her thighs. Judging by the motion of her wrist, the way it bobbed in a jittery pattern, she wasn't pausing in her self-pleasuring as she spoke. "Captain... are you going to knock the elf twins up? Sigmar above, you probably already knocked the white-haired bitch up. You sure fucked her enough times-- bred her like a cow right in front of us."

Naestra's face flushed crimson with the heat of utter shame. How dare this woman speak of her sister like that? Arahan was a warrior of legendary prowess and bravery, not some "bitch" or "cow".

But the female human onlooker just kept talking about how hot it was that their captain was impregnating the "haughty elves", and privately Naestra couldn't help but agree. And that thought-- that terrible, dangerous thought-- was almost enough by itself to dispel any anxiety lingering in her middle.

"Well, how about it?" Seiger asked gruffly. The motion of his hips slowed as he no doubt struggled to keep from finishing too soon. Obviously the excitement was getting to the human man as well. "It's up to you, lady Naestra."

"Up... up to me?" Naestra blinked quickly, fighting valiantly but in vain against the blanket of pleasure threatening to smother her little bit of remaining sense.

"Do you want me to cum inside of you?" Each word was accompanied by the heavy impact of his cock slamming home in her slick pussy, and the wet sound of her tight grip slipping around him. "Do you want me to pump you full of my human cum?"

"Your... your cum," she mumbled dumbly.

"Mm-hmm. That spell you worked... I was feeling almost empty before, like your sister had drained me of every last drop. But now... Sigmar, I'm so fucking ready. Like I haven't cum in a month."

Ecstasy built up inside of her core, rising higher and higher with his every word. Naestra hadn't even realized that her spell could have such an effect, could make a man feel backed up like that. But it made sense, of course: the gentle healing magic she'd wrought worked to let the body recover naturally, but at far greater speeds. Of course it would allow their sperm production to recover, as well.

"I'm full to the brim, Naestra. Sigmar above, I'm ready to burst! You need to tell me now."

Naestra was panting like a dog, and she could feel herself losing the battle to retain control. She knew that this was a risk too great to take, but she couldn't quite remember why. Knew the consequences of her decision now would be severe... but not why she was supposed to care. "You really-- What if you get me pregnant, Seiger?"

"I hope I do." His voice was barely a whisper, little more than a warm breath against her sensitive ear. A spark of intimacy in this too-public venue. "You would look so pretty with your big, round belly. With my baby growing inside of you."

The mere thought of potential pregnancy brought with it a wave of mixed anxiety and anticipation so intense that Naestra nearly exploded right there. For centuries she'd been training and fighting and serving her mistress. And for centuries she had been taking the occasional lover. But never had she allowed herself to come so close to this level of risk, to allowing a man to actually impregnate her.

"You really want that?" Her voice was fading, words faltering as pleasure threatened to truly overwhelm her.

"I do." Thrust, thrust, thrust, his stiffening cock slammed into her pussy. "I want to knock you up, Naestra." Slap, slap, slap. "I want to breed you and your sister, Arahan." His heavy testicles collided with her ass with every hard thrust, reminding her that this was no empty threat. "My beautiful elven twins. Swollen and gravid with my babies."

And finally she could deny the pleasure no longer. On the heels of Seiger's vivid description came the most intense wave of pleasure Naestra had ever felt in her very, very long life. Her mouth fell open and she loosed a shrill cry as all the muscles of her body locked down in rhythmic contractions. She couldn't move, could hardly think, but she still managed to gasp between surging explosions of bliss: "Y-yes, Seiger! Do it, my love!"

Whether it was the sound of her wailing in pleasure, the feeling of her clenching and squeezing her already tight pussy around his cock, or the verbal encouragement-- it was finally too much for the human captain. He grunted again, louder this time, and slammed himself into her quivering cunt.

"Fuck yes," he groaned as his impressive cock grew even thicker inside of her. Naestra could feel him pressing out against her walls, stretching her elven body even more as he flexed that powerful muscle.

Then, right as he jerked her helpless body down to fully impale his centuries-old lover on his cock, he pulsed again, and she felt the first streamer of his release surge forth.

A powerful wave of fluid-- thick and sticky and hot-- exploded from the thick tip of him. Seiger's crown was pressed against her cervix, kissing the very mouth of her womb, and the heavy torrent splashed against that innermost barrier to coat her thoroughly from the inside.

"Ah! Yes!" Naestra gasped again as she felt the veritable river of seed erupting forth from the human beneath her.

Letting a human cum unprotected inside of her fertile passage was so risky that some part of Naestra's mind was agape at her incredible stupidity, but the rest of her was busy rejoicing in the feeling of it. The way his cock flexed and expanded before squeezing down, the feeling of his hot pleasure spraying out to splash against her inner seal... it was all so perfect.

And so what if she was being stupid? So what if there was a very real chance of walking away from this encounter with a half-human bastard growing in her belly? So many of her kin had told the kind-hearted elvish warrior that she would be a fantastic mother, after all.

And it wasn't like Naestra had never thought about becoming a mother-- dreamed about it, even. And Seiger was such a perfect pick for a father: strong and handsome, clever and kind.

Seiger shuddered and yanked her down bodily even as he thrust upwards, bashing himself against her inner wall as if he could somehow get even deeper. He was stymied in that regard, but made up for it as he twitched and spewed another thick rope of cum directly against the cervix he couldn't pass through.

Naestra exulted in the feeling of his cream pouring up into her waiting body. The way the heat of him seemed to suffuse into her, seemed to sink deep into her body. Even now, the human's cum was no doubt soaking through her gate to wiggle into the space beyond, seeking to find a spark of life within her and a warm place where his seed could take root and grow.

And quietly, privately, Naestra wished it all the blessings of the Weave in its quest to become new life within her womb.

The two lovers, elf and human, groaned in tandem as he pushed a third burst of hot seed into her. She was so full already-- so full that it felt like her passage was stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid-- but still she took everything he could give. Even as he released a fourth volley, a fifth...

His pleasure seemed to go on and on, and each pulse seemed to reinvigorate Naestra's own pleasure until she was left a gasping, writhing mess on top of him.

Seiger held her tightly, grip shifting from a wrestler's hold to a lover's embrace as his climax pulsed, pulsed, then finally came to an end. He held her as they both fought to regain their breath. Held her until he grew soft inside of her and the copious amount of seed he'd left behind started to drip out.

It was truly a ridiculous amount of cum. Naestra glanced downwards for a moment, perplexed at the sight of the white river dribbling from between her oversexed labia. She'd never slept with someone directly after they'd received the benefits of her recovery magic... but apparently it resulted in quite the buildup of seed when used on a man. Would it have such a potent effect when used a second time? And a third?

If so, she would likely be very, very full before the day was through. The thought of it sent a delicious thrill down her spine.

Naestra fought her way onto shaky legs, bending over to scoop up her shed bra and lingerie top.

"Leaving so soon?" Seiger asked muzzily, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Yes, I'd rather be somewhere a bit more private, if you don't mind." She gave a sheepish look around at their three bystanders-- the human-dwarf couple had evidently brought their lovemaking to a dramatic, messy conclusion, while the solo soldier had finger-fucked herself into a dazed mess. Naestra turned back to Seiger as she affixed her bra and pulled the baby-doll teddy back into place. "Will you come with me? I've got separate rooms from my sister, and I'll show you what true elvish rejuvenation magic can be like."

"Will it be like this?" he asked with a quirked brow, then passed her the pair of high-heels she couldn't even remember kicking off. "That massage was... magical."

"That's just the start, my love," she purred. "A whole-body massage, inside and out, should make you feel all better again."

Seiger dressed in a hurry, pulling pants on without bothering with his undergarments, then helping Naestra into her long coat.

"And then perhaps you could show me what you can do when you have free rein over my body, Seiger. But first... have you seen my panties?"