CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person’s perspective. Dashed lines indicate where the sex in the story is. Important plot points are listed at the bottom. This chapter is long as fuck, I actually had to cut it in half.
I was more than a little disappointed that the other rangers hadn’t found Yavara’s camp. It was less than a hundred yards from the main road and parked right in a clearing, as obvious as could be. The smell of rotting orc flesh should have at least been a solid clue. I pulled the arrow from the orc’s throat and inspected it, confirming that it was Nadi wood. I traced Yavara’s tracks a few hundred more yards into the woods until I found the remains of nine more orcs. I smiled to myself as I looked upon the evidence of Yavara’s marksmanship; every single arrow was a kill shot, not even one wasted. I traced the probable path of the arrows with my finger, locating many perches from which she could have fired.
A smart elf would have high-tailed it to Castle Thorum after the first orc. I thought to myself as I examined the carnage. Yavara was not stupid, but she was certainly a hot-head. Queen Tiadoa thought me to be the corrupting influence, but it was almost always Yavara who convinced us to ditch class. Where Yavara’s mother had been wrong, her eldest daughter had been right; I was deeply in love with Yavara. When we were younger I just thought that’s how friends felt about each other. When puberty started to hit, I realized I was different. God had blessed me with an early blossoming, my breasts and backside growing into the shape of a woman at a young age. Yavara often admired my figure, and scorned her own lanky body. I wanted so much to comfort her, to touch her, to explore her, but I never did, knowing that if my proposition was denied, our friendship would never be the same. Eventually Yavara grew into her own body, more beautiful than any woman in the kingdom, much to her elder sister’s dismay. The men flocked to the pair of us, but we both shot them down. Yavara denied them because she wanted a ‘real man’ (whatever that was), and I denied the boys because I wanted Yavara.
And if I ever see her again, I’ll spill my soul to her. So many years of potential happiness wasted for fear of rejection.
My eyes finally rested on a tree with a branch dangling from it by the bark. It was about thirty feet up, and would have made a perfect sniper’s perch had it not broken. I traveled directly below the branch to find the shattered remains of Yavara’s bow, a quiver of Nadi arrows scattered around it. My heart sank at the sight of giant orc prints traveling from the spot, the tracks leading deeper into the woods.
I walked step for step with the orc’s prints for three hours until I came upon another clearing, this one with a large tent parked in the middle. I drew my bow and waited for signs of movement for an hour. When I was confident that the site was abandoned, I made my way from cover, my bow still drawn. I silently sprinted to the tent and rolled through the entrance, my eyes scanning every inch of it to make sure it was clear.
It was almost completely empty, save for a white cloth lying at the edge. I walked over to the cloth and inspected it. The cloth fell from my hands as I fell to my knees, tears streaking down my face. It was Yavara’s dress, covered in bodily fluids, with a thin splash of blood near the bottom.
My eyes traced the room, looking for clues that could help me track her further. Yavara may be ruined in the eyes of her father, but I still loved her, and I could not abandon her in her time of need. My eyes met a third set of tracks, these ones bigger than elf’s but smaller than an orc’s. Human, most likely. All three tracks cluttered around the tent until they diverted deeper into the woods. I was confused as to why Yavara’s feet were no longer bound; elves were faster than both humans and orcs over short distances, giving an elvish prisoner free mobility was a foolish move, but it appeared Yavara never made the attempt. The tracks ended at some Alkandran ruins. I searched for where they continued but there was no evidence they went further.
An eagle flew over my head, it’s screech echoing throughout the forest. Clutched between its talons was a piece of paper. I downed the eagle with an arrow and rushed to its corpse. I pulled the message from its talons.
Sherok, Zander and I are going to Ardeni on important business. I cannot speak of the matter on this paper lest the message get intercepted. Just know that this business is of great importance for all the forest, or I would not leave you behind. Tell Trenok that he is to be acting tribe leader until my return. The boy is young, but he is as big as his father already. I will send an eagle when I know of my return date. Try not to fuck any of my men while I’m gone.
I looked over the ruins one more time. I withdrew a satchel from my waist and reached in, grasping a fistful of powder and flinging it on the ruins. The ruins glowed neon green with magic as the powder fell upon the rocks.
I ran through the forest as fast as I could until I reached the edge. I made my way to the nearest town and flashed my credentials at the stable boy. I gave him a note for one hundred gold pieces backed by The Highlands bank before mounting his fastest steed. I sent two letters out by eagle: one to Bentius and one to the elven embassy in Ardeni Dreus. Yavara was in the clutches of Zander Fredeon and Brock Terdini, and they were in the human capital. I was two days’ ride from the Ardeni Dreus, a day and a half if I rode the horse to death without stopping. I kicked my spurs into the horse’s side and urged it forward.
“I’m not going to fucking Ardeni Dreus!” roared Brock as he crammed supplies into our bags. “The last time I was there, some dwarf tried to fuck me in the ass! No, I am not going back there. The Great Forest is quiet, peaceful and full of unsuspecting victims. Ardeni Dreus is loud, violent, and every cock sucker there is just waiting to stab you in the back. Fuck Ardeni Dreus, and fuck you Zander!”
Yavara suppressed a giggle at Brock’s anger. I stood with my arms crossed, also trying not to laugh as the orc roared his protests while still compliantly packing our bags.
“No Zander, you might like it in the ass, but I don’t swing that way. I am not going to that place-I’ve seen more perversion on an Ardeni street corner than I have in an orc rape pit. Queen Yavara, I know Zander is a thousand years old, and he may be the wisest man in the world, but you should heed my council as well.”
“Oh, so now you’re co-counsel to the queen?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.
Brock stopped packing and held his arms out to his sides. “I think that my opinion should be considered. It’s an army of beasts she will be leading, there’s a lot of logistics in raising and supporting an army that you don’t know about Zander! There’s food, weapons, moral, tactics, strategy, formations and uhhh… and a whole bunch of other shit that I know and you don’t!”
I rubbed my chin mockingly. “So, are we to make the chieftain of one of the smallest tribes in the Great Forest the general of an army we don’t have? Maybe we should travel to The Pines and talk with Treoc, he sure seems to have a better handle on things than you.”
I knew the mention of his rival would push Brock over the edge, and he reacted in a predictable manner. Brock roared his war cry and charged head-on into me. I pushed my staff to the ground and smirked as he bounced off my arcane shield. Brock’s massive body recoiled in the air and fell awkwardly in a heap on the ground.
“Stop!” Yavara’s voice cut through the tent. She moved herself between Brock and I, wisely not tending to the orc whose pride was hurt more than his body. “Brock, we are going to Ardeni Dreus to find an old friend of Zander’s, she can help me access my abilities. Once we’ve done that, we will find a way to raise coin and head back to the Great Forest. You don’t have to come Brock, but I need a warrior of your skill at my back in case things get rough, and-” Yavara glared at me before turning her attention back to Brock, “We need a great military mind to help lead my army when the time comes.”
Brock stood up and dusted himself off, staring daggers into me before kindly addressing Yavara. “My queen, we can go to Ardeni to help you with your powers, but earning money in that place is as hard as pulling a tick out of your ass. Everyone there wants something, and you have nothing to offer but your body, and I will be dead before you degrade yourself to such things. I say, we get you your powers, then we come back here and raid stage coaches until we have a fortune. With you and your abilities, me and a band of my best men, and this fucker and his bullshit staff, we could hit every merchant from here to The Highlands without a scratch.”
“Without a scratch, Brock?” I sneered, “Didn’t this very woman take out nine of your best men with nothing but a bow? How will your band of second-best men fare against a fully-armed stage coach?”
Brock’s temple bulged with anger. “You put down that fucking stick and say that again, wizard.”
Yavara pressed a hand against Brock’s chest and stared at me in cold rage. “Brock, the reason we aren’t raiding merchants on the highway is because that draws attention. If my father finds out what I’ve become, the whole kingdom will empty into these woods to find me. We do not have the man power to make a bold move, and as much as it goes against your very nature, we need to act with caution for a while yet. Now as I’ve said before, I will not make you come with me, I’m sure you have pressing matters in your village to attend to, but I would really love to have you by my side. And besides that,”
Yavara’s tone changed to a seductive one as her hand ran down Brock’s torso and slipped into his pants. An enormous bulge formed in Brock’s pants as the dark elf softly stroked him. Yavara reached up and kissed his nipple, a lewd sucking sound emulating from her mouth.
“What would I do without this to keep me company?” Yavara looked back at me and gave me a wink. I could feel the cloth in my robe stretching, and I awkwardly moved my staff to conceal it. Yavara let out a laugh and withdrew her hand from the orc before walking over to the bags.
“Now, who’s going to help me carry these?”
Brock bounded over to Yavara and picked up all our supplies with one powerful pull. He walked to me and brushed against my shoulder, forcing me to spin on my feet. “You can’t fucking compete, old man.” Brock sneered as he left the tent.
Yavara walked by me with a devilish smile spread across her face. She gave me a soft slap on the ass before walking away, turning her head to the side to see if I was looking. I was. Yavara still wore the she-orc clothing that Brock had given her, and from this angle, I was glad that he did. The chest strap hugged against her muscled back, and the thong disappeared between her full, bronze cheeks. Every step she took lifted one cheek and lowered the other, her hips swaying as she walked.
I wish we didn’t have to get you new clothes.
We stopped by some Alkandran ruins where I had concealed a portal. We stepped through the circular membrane and entered my basement.
“This is where you live?” inquired Yavara, who was looking at the cobwebbed shelves full of dusty volumes.
“Yes my queen, we don’t all have the luxury of growing up in a castle.” I replied with a little too much venom in voice.
Yavara twisted her face at me and walked up the stairs.
“Nice one, dipshit.” Brock growled in my ear as he followed her, his thundering footsteps causing my stairs to creak beneath his weight.
I followed them up the stairs and into my living room. I pulled out a drawer full of clothing and showed them to Yavara.
“You’re going to need to blend in, Yavara. As good as you look in that outfit, everyone will just assume you’re a whore, and you will be treated as such.”
Yavara pawed through my collection of women’s clothing, giving me a questioning look. “Why do you have a drawer full of women’s clothing?”
“Zander must have experimented in his twenties. Everyone goes through phases Yavara, it’s only natural.” Brock joked.
“I can shape-shift, it’s often useful to walk in the form of a woman. You didn’t seem to mind yesterday, Brock. Yavara told me we crossed swords. Did you enjoy that?” I sneered back.
“That was different! Alkandi needed my help, and I obliged. But you sure did enjoy the things I did to your tight little assho-” I put a mute spell on Brock, though he didn’t seem to be aware of it. Brock continued to yell silently and gesture behind me, at one point putting his fists together and spreading them apart before sticking his tongue between them and shaking his head violently. Yavara giggled at the orc miming the things he said he did to my body.
“In all fairness Zander, Brock did bring you back to life by sticking his fingers in your ass.” Yavara said through fits of laughter.
I put my hand on Yavara’s shoulder and smiled, “Never let him know I’m grateful he sodomized me. Here, try this on.”
Yavara didn’t bother walking into another room, and instead elected to change in front of us. Brock stopped his miming and gazed slack-jawed at Yavara’s naked body. Yavara pretended not to notice the two fully-erect men in the room as she slipped on a black dress. It fit her well, clinging to her body in all the right places. I noticed Yavara’s sandals were badly worn so I handed her a pair of boots. The boots hugged her legs tightly, just a few inches above the knee. I took a moment to imagine her bent over a table, her dress hiked up and her boots still on. I wasn’t even trying to hide my erection anymore. Yavara glanced down at Brock’s member, and then mine, a thin smile growing from her full lips.
“Time is of the essence boys; we should get moving.”
I groaned as Yavara blue-balled me. Brock flung up his arms in despair and said something behind my mute spell. I removed the spell just in time to hear him mutter “…I’ll just go into the next room and finish this myself.”
Yavara and I packed the rest of her clothing into a bag as we laughed to the sound of Brock grunting in the bathroom. Brock finished his business and requested an eagle to send a message to his tribe. He wrote his message on piece of paper he ripped from one of my books (which I was none too pleased about), before sticking it between the eagle’s talons. The three of us walked down stairs and I opened another portal. We stepped through the portal and walked into a room that was walled off on all sides. I pressed my hand to one of the bricks and uttered an incantation. A wood door appeared, and we walked onto the streets of Ardeni Dreus.
Yavara gasped in wonder at the sight of the city. The Highlands had a few cities composed of tens of thousands, the capital city of Bentius holding a few hundred thousand. Ardeni Dreus was a city composed of millions. Ardeni Dreus had a skyline that stretched for miles, comprised of towering spires hundreds of feet tall, each adorned with a gold statue on its peak that gleamed in the sunlight. The royal palace sat atop a hill in the center of downtown, towering over the rest of the city, it’s monolithic golden dome casting a shadow across the landscape. The street we were on was quiet by Ardeni standards, but it still bustled with life from every corner. Horses raced down the road, weaving between trolls carrying heavy equipment on their backs. Men and women shouted from every window of the street, and the kiosks on the sides of the road were all occupied with merchants chanting the praises of their goods.
Yavara turned to me, her eyes brimming with excitement. “Holy shit this place is amazing!”
I laughed and placed a hand on Yavara’s cheek, murmuring a spell under my breath. Yavara’s pointed ears rounded, and her irises turned green. Yavara touched a hand to her ear and frowned. “I thought you said they didn’t care about dark elves here.”
“They don’t. In fact, they welcomed your past incarnations as refugees. Ardeni went so far as to sanction The Highlands for their atrocities, and the Highland leaders decided that a few dark elves living as merchants and whores wasn’t worth their relationship with the richest city in the world. But you are the missing princess of The Highlands, and I imagine your father has spies in all corners of the world looking for you. If they see you in this form they will take you, diplomacy be damned. Right now, you’re just a short human girl walking the streets of Ardeni Dreus. Caution is the name of the game right now, Yavara.”
Yavara nodded, but I could tell she didn’t like it. The three of us walked down the street, me leading the way. We dodged traffic and pushed away ambitious venders until we reached a small tavern on the corner. I motioned them inside, Brock bowing his head to avoid the low clearance of the doorway. The three of us sat down at the bar and ordered drinks as I explained the plan.
“The woman who owns this bar is who we’re here to see. I’ll go upstairs and notify her of your presence. Don’t worry Yavara, I trust this woman with your life.”
“But not your own, Zander?” Brock looked at me inquisitively.
Yavara turned her head with a curios expression. “I’m sure Zander just said that to make me feel safe.”
“Nope, there is a fifty-fifty chance this woman either tries to kill me of fuck me.” I said, pouring a shot of whiskey down my throat for courage.
“You should marry her.” Brock said as he downed a shot.
“I did. This is my ex-wife.” I stood up and left the pair of astonished faces at the bar. I walked up the stairs until I reached the door. I took a deep breath and clenched my fist. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. The door creaked open, revealing a pair of white irises baring white pupils, all strikingly contrasted with dark eye shadow.
A thin smile crept across Prestira’s lips. “Hello honey.”
Prestira opened the door the rest of the way, exposing her pale, naked body to me.
“I’ve been expecting you, though I wasn’t sure until a few minutes ago if I was going to greet you with a crossbow or my tits.”
“Can’t we just talk like normal people?” I said as my erection pressed against my robe.
“Didn’t you just tell Yavara and Brock there was fifty-fifty chance I would kill you or fuck you? Flip a coin, Zander. I can always change my mind.”
I stepped through the door and pulled off my robe. “Sometimes I miss you, Prestira.”
Prestira pouted her lips mockingly as she wrapped a hand around my cock. “That’s quite a thing to say to your wife.”
“Fuck you, Zander.”
“That’s the idea.”
Prestira’s body was narrow and well proportioned. Her breasts and ass were small but well-shaped, and her thighs were thin, leaving a nice gap between them at their peak. I grabbed Prestira by her gap, roughly cramming three of my fingers into her dripping cunt. I brought her to me and kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth. She bit down on my tongue, grinning mischievously with it between her teeth. I stuck the rest of my hand into her tight slit and formed a fist, rotating and driving myself into her. She let my tongue go with a deep moan as I ravaged her. I pulled out of her just before she jumped on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her finger nails digging into my back. Her pussy was drooling on my manhood as she stared into me, her eyes fierce and hungry.
I grabbed my cock and rammed it into her, her wet lips clingy to me tightly as I drove deeper inside. Prestira growled with passion as I violated her, her nails digging into my back hard enough to draw blood. I retaliated with a powerful slap across the ass. She let out a yelp of pleasure and dragged her fingers across my back, leaving thin, red cuts as they pulled.
“Sex always has to be a fight with you.” I grimaced as I punished her with my driving hips.
“I was going to make sweet love to you until you stuck a fist in me.” Prestira sneered.
“We’ve never made love Prestira, every fuck we’ve had turned into combat.”
“You know you fucking love it.” Prestira moaned as I continued to pump into her. I could feel her vaginal muscles flexing against my cock as she urged me to drive harder.
I laid on my back and let Prestira ride me. She grinded her hips down, taking every inch of my cock inside of her. Prestira pressed herself against me, her tits squishing against my chest. She grabbed my hands and held them behind my head before biting down hard on my left nipple. I grunted in pain, a flash of anger scorching through me. I wrestled myself from her grip and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing with all my strength. I could hear Prestira’s constricted whimpers of joy choking out from her narrowed windpipe. I slapped her over and over again until her cheeks were bright red, giving her the appearance of wearing blush. She cried out in pleasure from the beating, her tears mixing with her eye shadow as it ran down her face, her black curly hair a chaotic mess. I felt her pussy grip me like a vice in response to the brutality.
“Is that all you got Zander? You’ve grown soft. It’s all that time you spend with the elves. Maybe I should teach your lady friend a thing or two when she comes up here.”
Prestira knew that would push me over the edge, and it did. I grabbed a mess of Prestira’s hair and yanked back, forcing her face to the ceiling, a few strands of curls falling from my hands. Prestira screamed in delight, her pussy clenching around me. I took one of my hands and grabbed a breast, squeezing until I knew it hurt her.
“That’s it Zander. If want me to help you, you’re going to have to persuade me.” Prestira gasped through her cries.
I picked Prestira up and pushed her on the table, driving her face into the wood as I took her from behind. The table shook violently with my thrusts, the dishes and papers flying off it as I pounded into the sorcerous. Prestira raised a hand and shot a spell from her fingertips. My arms were forced behind my back, and Prestira took advantage of my situation by spinning her body around and sinking her nails into my chest. I countered her binding spell and shot one of my own. Two chains descended from the ceiling and two from the floor, wrapping themselves around her arms and legs and pulling her spread-eagle. I conjured a whip in my hand and draped it threateningly across her shoulder and chest. Prestira bit her lip with excitement as I brought the whip down across her tits. She let out a cry of pain and pleasure as a thin welt appeared on each breast. I brought the whip down again, this time across her torso, and was met with a similar reaction.
Prestira stopped the third blow mid-strike, her left index finger controlling its movements. The whip rapidly wrapped its way around my throat and constricted. It became harder and harder for me to breathe with each passing second, and though the air was leaving my lungs, the feeling of Prestira sheathed around my cock intensified. Prestira’s eyes grew wild as she squeezed the whip tighter around my throat, a primal desire to kill and fuck etched across her face. I savored her sexual violence for a while longer before disintegrating the whip.
I spun the chains that bound Prestira, crossing them over each other until her hands were forced behind her back and her legs were locked together at the ankles. I continued manipulating the chains until Prestira was hogtied, her hands and feet tied together behind her back, her fingers entwined with one another so that she could not cast a spell, rendering her completely vulnerable. I admired the sight of my ex-wife wrapped in chains and draped across the table while I pounded into her, her body writhing in defiance and pleasure.
“I should get the orc to come help you out, Zander, you’ve lost your touch.” Prestira shouted back through her moans, her muscles straining against the chains.
“Shut the fuck up.” A gag ball wrapped around her face and forced its way between her teeth. Prestira’s muffled cries of protest were music to my ears. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head backwards, forcing her to look me in the eye while I had my way with her. Prestira’s face bore the sluttiest expression I’d seen, her eyes warped with pleasure, the ball in her mouth leaking with saliva. I held my grip on Prestira’s hair with one hand and grabbed a nipple with the other, squeezing between my thumb and index finger.
“You got these pierced, huh? Damn shame you didn’t leave the rings in, guess I’ll have to fix that.”
A small gold chain materialized between Prestira’s breasts, connected to each nipple by a ringed piercing. Prestira’s eyes widened in fear and excitement as I conjured a small weight on the chain, her breasts stretching slightly. Prestira shook her head frantically as I added another weight, causing her pussy to gush around me.
Prestira’s body twisted in protest, but her eyes begged me to keep going. I added another weight, stretching her breasts conically. A muffled scream escaped from Prestira’s mouth as she pushed back against me, saliva dripping down her chin from around the ball.
“One more?” I whispered into Prestira’s ear. Prestira looked back at me, her face full of arousal. She didn’t protest this time, she just nodded compliantly. I added the last weight, a little worried that she couldn’t take it. Prestira arched her back as the sensation took hold of her, the weights clanking together as her body shook with my thrusts. I removed the weights from her chain, her breasts bouncing back in response. Prestira grinded into me as the relief washed over her, her body gratefully rewarding me for my mercy.
I could feel the pressure in my loins begin to build. Prestira was contracting around me, her vaginal muscles flexing, her body shaking as spasms of ecstasy shot from her pelvis. I let the ball from her mouth loose to hear a string of profanity blast from her lips. I loosened the chains that bound her ankles to her hands, and forced her ankles behind me before binding them together again. I pulled Prestira’s legs apart and brought her upward to me, her hands wrapped together behind my head. Prestira pulled her hands forward, trying to pull me off balance. I conjured a chain that connected her bound wrists to her bound ankles, pulling her arms backward and her legs upward behind me. Prestira’s back arched as her arms were forced to support her legs, her abdominal muscles tensing to keep herself from folding backward. The witch’s window of opportunity for reprisal had gone, and she was now firmly under my control. Prestira pressed her mouth to mine, her tongue wrestling with my own, trying to gain a small victory in her lustful defeat. I wouldn’t yield even a small concession, and I pulled her head from mine with a yank of her hair. I drove my tongue into her mouth as Prestira surrendered to me completely, submissively whimpering with pleasure as we began to peak.
I looked across the room and noticed a large mirror mounted on the wall. I pushed Prestira’s head forward, forcing her to watch her defilement. My cock was driving into her wet pussy, her lips pulling outward as I retreated from her, only to be pushed inward as I thrust. Her arms were pulled backward behind my head, shaking under the strain of supporting her legs. I pressed Prestira against the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as her tits squished against it.
“Look at yourself Prestira, what do you see?”
“A dirty little slut getting what she deserves!” Prestira cried as the orgasm built within her.
“That’s right Prestira, kiss that dirty little slut.”
Prestira tongued her reflection, her eyes closed in bliss as though the mirror was kissing back. The image of my defiant lover reduced to such a lowly state pushed me over the edge. I felt the pressure in my loins build past the point of no return, and drove my last powerful thrusts into her, forcing her whole body to press against the mirror. Prestira panted like a bitch, fogging the glass before letting out a scream as I unloaded into her. Our voices rang out through the room as the last throes of our orgasm took hold of us. Once our duet of perversion subsided, I removed the chains that bound Prestira. She collapsed on all fours, one of her legs still twitching, before she regained her composure. The witch stood up and adjusted herself in the mirror, smiling at me in the reflection.
Prestira limped to the table and pulled out a long, thin pipe. She packed the bowl with tobacco and took a drag, her body relaxing as she sunk into a chair. “God I needed that Zander. No one fucks quite like a wizard.”
“I imagine your need for combative sex is hard to fill when you’re the most powerful being in the city.”
“Yeah, the power balance is always too lopsided. I’ve tried handicapping myself, but it feels like I’m just pretending.”
“You could always try fucking like a normal person.”
Prestira laughed. “That’s so boring Zander. Sex is about power. The sex you have reflects your relationship dynamic. I don’t want a partner; I want a competitor.”
I sat back and drew my own pipe, lighting and inhaling deeply. “You’re a twisted individual, Prestira.”
Prestira smiled back, her disheveled hair hanging in strands in front of her face. “I know.”
Prestira conjured a silver cloak around her naked body. It opened at the front, revealing the inside portion of her breasts and torso before closing just short of her pelvis. I noticed that Prestira had dissolved the golden chain that connected her breasts, but left the nipple rings in. My ex-wife took a drag from her pipe before returning her attention to me.
“This one you brought me, she’s different than the others.” Prestira spoke in a professional tone now.
“She has more potential than any of them. During her transformation, I could see the energy burning under her skin in a way I haven’t seen since Alkandi. She may be even better than Alkandi.”
“I can see her right now, through that door. She’s glowing with power. And my, my, Zander, she is beautiful. Did you fall in love with this one?” Prestira asked, her tone a little too jealous for my liking.
“I loved all of Alkandi’s incarnations, at least the ones I met. But I’ve never repeated my mistake. I will always love them, but I will never be in love with them.”
“You fucked her Zander.”
“I fucked you too, Prestira. I’m not hearing wedding bells.”
A pained expression crossed Prestira’s face, causing a ball of guilt to form in the pit of my stomach. “No one will ever fill the hole Alkandi left behind, Zander. She never loved you the same way you loved her, and you’ve been paying for that unrequitedness for a thousand years.”
A somber silence filled the room as the two of us sat. There was a history between us that could fill a thousand pages, but that story was over. I could tell Prestira hadn’t quite moved on from me, and she knew that I could never move on from Alkandi. It was that very reason that we never worked out, Alkandi’s presence was always felt between us, even a thousand years after she died.
“Well,” Prestira said, breaking the silence and flicking the ashes from her pipe. “Let’s see her.”
I opened the door and was greeted with a thunderous applause. The bar was packed to the brim with patrons, all of them clapping and cheering as Prestira and I walked down the stairs. Brock was beaming from ear to ear, and Yavara was crying with laughter.
I looked at Prestira, who simply shrugged her shoulders. “Times have been rough, I saw an opportunity and I took it.”
“I uhh…I put a muting spell on our room so that you couldn’t hear the commotion downstairs. I used a two-way enchanted mirror, the receiving mirror was in my office, and the projecting mirror was down here. I advertised the event yesterday: ‘The Sorcerous of Ardeni vs The Wizard of Alkandra.’ And look how packed this place is, I must have made a fortune!”
My face flushed with anger and embarrassment. “I want half your profits.”
Prestira laughed and slapped me teasingly, “You get my services for free, that’s your payment. Besides that, you’ll never have to buy a drink in this town again. I’m somewhat of a minor celebrity here, and you get to be the guy that fucked me in front of half the city. Bravo, by the way. Your performance did not disappoint.”
I grabbed Prestira by the arm and forced her gaze to mine. “Tell me you turned the enchantment off before we had our little talk.”
Prestira just smiled back. “Of course I did Zander, who do you think I am?”
We walked into the bar as the patrons crowded around us. I received congratulations and pats on the back from damn near everyone, one little goblin even wanted my autograph. We made our way to Brock and Yavara, who were both noticeably drunk. Brock was telling everyone who would listen that he knew me, and that he once stuck his fingers up my ass in a threesome. Yavara was chatting up a couple male humans who were hinging on her every word, one of them with his hand planted firmly on her backside.
“Brock!” I yelled over the crowd. Brock whipped his head around and pointed a finger at me.
“Yeah, that’s Zander right there. These fingers-” Brock drunkenly held up his hands, “-were in his ass. And he fucking loved it. See, me and him were plowing into this girl right, and old Zander over here was passing out. So the girl, this girl right here, actually-” Brock finally noticed that Yavara was being groped. Brock swatted one of the humans in the face, forcing him off his feet and into a table before continuing his story. “This girl tells me old Zander is having a fucking aneurysm! So I’m conflicted here, because Zander is probably going to die soon, but I’m balls deep in this fine piece of ass. There’s no way I’m pulling out and running into the woods for some willow bark before I finish, so I do the only thing I can do, and try to shock him out of it. I take my fingers, and drill both my hands into Zander’s ass, and I tell ya, it was like the old fucker got hit by lightning. I mean he jolted up so hard he damn near split the poor girl in half!”
Brock slapped his knee as the other patrons roared in laughter. Yavara gave me a pouty face as the humans who were groping her ran in terror from the orc.
“Why can’t I have any fun?” She said, her words slurring, “You were up there putting on a show for everyone and I’m down here with no one to play with.”
“I’m not your dad, Yavara, but I do need to protect you. Once you gain your abilities to protect yourself, you can fuck your way through the whole city for all I care. Right now, we need to get you upstairs with Prestira, so c’mon.”
I hoisted Yavara up and supported her as we walked up the stairs, Prestira following behind. Brock stayed in the bar, a sizeable audience forming around him as he embellished a few more of his tales. Prestira closed the door behind us, the roaring sound of the bar muting as she pulled the latch. Yavara sat down in a chair, but Prestira beckoned her to a pillow on the floor. Yavara swayed as she tried to keep herself upright on the pillow, her legs lazily crossed in front of her. Prestira sat on a pillow right across from Yavara.
“You’re really pretty, Prestira.” Yavara slurred as she looked Prestira up and down. “I really like the way you do sex, you should teach me sometime.”
Prestira smiled back at Yavara and gave her a glass. “Drink this, Yavara. As cute as you are when you’re drunk, we need you sober right now.”
“When Zander pressed you against the glass,” Yavara whispered, leaning close to Prestira’s face, her body swaying back and forth, “I started to touch myself.”
Prestira laughed and guided the drink to Yavara’s lips. Yavara reluctantly drank the potion, her body straightening up as the drunkenness left her.
“You can remove her disguise, Zander. I need to look into her real eyes.”
I touched a finger to Yavara’s ear. Her rounded ear became pointed and her green irises changed to orange. Prestira gazed into Yavara’s eyes, scanning them thoughtfully. Yavara stared back, her composure a little apprehensive.
“You have great potential, Yavara. I’ve never seen a being with as much power coursing through them as you. Zander brought five of you to me in the past, all of them very powerful. None of them had what you have, Yavara. I guess my question is, what do you want to do with it?”
Yavara shifted in her seat. “I want to bring Alkandra back to power, to create a realm in my own image.”
“And what image is that, Yavara? Do you want to rise to power through conquest? You certainly have the ability to, all of the beasts of the Great Forest would raise their banners behind you. But that path would lead to countless deaths on all sides, and you would be known the world over as ‘Yavara the Terrible.’ You would have no allies in this war, Yavara. You would fight alone.”
Yavara leaned forward and spoke with a strong tenor. “I need an army to defend my borders. I will claim the Great Forest and nothing more. I will trade with Ardeni Dreus while amassing a defensive force to the west. I will hold off the onslaught of The Highlands until they tire of battle and sit down at the negotiating table. I will not march a single soldier into Highland territory. I will make them the aggressor, and me the sympathetic victim of elven imperialism.”
Prestira rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “This is a good plan. It will not come easy to you, Yavara. Your army will want to go on the offensive, and you will have to convince a force of testosterone-driven monsters to hold the line. I believe you can do it, but you will need my help first. So let’s begin.”
Yavara sat upright, eager to learn. Prestira gently took Yavara’s hand into her own and traced the line on Yavara’s palm. Yavara looked at me with a confused expression, and I simply nodded my head toward Prestira. Yavara refocused her attention on the witch, whose white irises were now rolled back into her head.
“You have five natural arcane abilities, Yavara: telekinesis; the ability to manipulate matter with your mind, inferno; the ability to produce flame from your palms, indoctrination; the ability to control minds, healing, which is pretty self-explanatory, and one that I don’t recognize…curious. The elves are looking for their lost princess in every corner of the world, and you need to stay hidden. I think the most useful ability to learn at this moment is indoctrination. What do you think?”
Yavara nodded eagerly.
“Good,” Prestira smiled, “I have here three mice. I will indoctrinate one, afterwards I will explain how I did it to you. After I am done you will attempt to do the same on another. Don’t be discouraged if you fail, it takes most people decades to learn such a craft, but you are born with it already. We just need to unlock it.”
Prestira took a mouse from the cage and let it run freely around the room. The creature frantically searched for a hole to crawl into. It found a crack in the wall and darted to it before stopping dead in its tracks. The mouse stood up on it hind legs and saluted Yavara, who let out a delighted giggle in response. The mouse marched to Yavara, bowed its head, and then died on the spot. Yavara gasped in horror as the creature lay limp in front of her, blood spilling from its eyes and nose.
“Why did you do that?!” She cried at Prestira.
“I was not born with the gift of indoctrination, my intrusion into the mouse’s mind was not natural. I can control small-minded beings like mice for a matter of seconds, larger being like wolves for minutes, and a sentient creature for maybe an hour, before they have an aneurysm and die. You, on the other hand, can control a creature for as long as your attention allows, and no harm will come to the beast. Now, what I do during indoctrination, is focus on the other creature’s mind. It seems like an abstract expression, so what you should do is look at the creature’s head, and think about its mind. You will feel a connection between the two of you. You need to travel down that connection and into its mind. Then you will be inside its brain, and you can do with it as you please. It is important that you clear your thoughts before attempting such a thing; a cluttered mind will distract you from your objective, and you will fail.”
Prestira withdrew another mouse from her cage and place it on the floor. Yavara stared at the creature’s head as it darted around the room. Yavara’s eyes locked on the back of the creature’s skull, her temple pulsing with concentration. The mouse stopped for a moment, looked at Yavara, then disappeared through the crack in the wall. Yavara let out a sigh in disappointment. Prestira pressed a reassuring hand to Yavara’s knee and withdrew another mouse.
“Don’t worry about it, Yavara. Like I said, no one gets it the first time. Let’s try again. It’s important that you empty your mind; there should be nothing in your head but your connection to the mouse.”
Prestira withdrew another mouse from her cage and set it free. Yavara exhaled slowly and focused on the mouse. The mouse didn’t bother looking back and ran straight for the crack in the wall, disappearing with his brethren. Yavara didn’t show her disappointment, and instead waited for another subject.
“Maybe we should downsize. Here, I have a box of tarantulas, creatures with very simple minds. This may be easier for you.”
I watched as Yavara failed again and again, her frustration growing with each misstep. There was a moment when I thought she had hold of the creature, only for it to charge up her leg and sink its fangs into her thigh. Prestira remained calm and thoughtful the entire time, giving Yavara advice as the tarantulas ran rampant through the room. Yavara finally broke down and cried, and Prestira wrapped a loving arm around her.
“It’s fine, Yavara. I spent years trying to get a cockroach to dance, we can’t ask you to control spiders after a few hours. I want you to practice clearing your mind. I want you to think only of the things that give you peace, and to focus only on those things when you practice indoctrination. We should take a break; I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Yavara wiped the tears from her eyes and slouched. “I don’t know what gives me peace. All my life I’ve avoided peace, seeking adventure and violence. I don’t know what ‘peace’ is.”
Prestira held Yavara close as the elf shed her frustration into the witch’s arm. “Peace is a place where you feel safe and loved. A place where you can be yourself without fear of ridicule or repercussion, that’s what peace is, Yavara.” The witch spoke softly into Yavara’s ear.
Yavara sniffled for a moment and then turned her face to Prestira’s. “I feel safe in here, Prestira. I feel like I can be myself with you.”
Yavara locked eyes with Prestira, their faces inches away from each other. Yavara held Prestira’s gaze and leaned in, touching her lips to the witch’s. Prestira shot me an alarmed expression as the dark elf parted her lips, gently sliding her tongue into Prestira’s mouth.
What the fuck, Zander. Prestira’s telepathic voice shot into my head.
Yavara is very…physically driven. Alkandi had to take my body and merge with her in the physical world because Yavara was mentally too strong to be seduced in the astral plane. This might work. I responded.
I didn’t sign up for this. And don’t give me that bullshit, Zander, you just want to see me get fucked by a woman. Prestira’s telepathic voice was stern, but she was physically reciprocating Yavara’s kiss. Her eyes slowly closed as she gave into Yavara, her mouth wrapping around the elf’s.
You don’t seem to mind, Prestira. I mocked.
It’s that damn succubus DNA she’s got. I’m one hundred percent heterosexual. Yavara’s hand was drifting to Prestira’s robe. Yavara gently traced the woman’s exposed torso, her fingers brushing past Prestira’s navel until they found one of her breasts. Prestira pressed herself closer to Yavara as the dark elf softly stimulated her areola.
You never dabbled? I consider myself to be heterosexual but-
Half of Ardeni knows you like it in the ass, Zander. You can thank Brock for that.
You know what I think, Prestira? I think you’re using Yavara’s succubus DNA as an excuse for liking pussy, and that’s fine by me. I’ll join in if you need to reassure yourself of your heterosexuality.
Fuck off Zander, I can handle this. I’ll just get her off a little and help her relax. Maybe just slip her a few fingers. It’s sexual therapy, I’m simply performing a service, nothing more.
Yavara and Prestira’s eyes were closed as their tongues intertwined. Yavara’s hands moved underneath Prestira’s robe and pushed it from the witch’s back, exposing her petite breasts and pale skin. Yavara’s eyes opened slightly as her hand felt Prestira’s nipple ring.
“Mmmm, why do you have these, Prestira? Do they feel good?” Yavara whispered into the sorcerous’ mouth as she toyed with the ring. Prestira gasped as Yavara gently pulled on the ring, her nipple stretching slightly.
“Yes, Yavara. They feel sooooo good.” Prestira moaned as the elf took the nipple into her mouth. Prestira closed her eyes and tilted her head back, savoring the feeling. Yavara’s tongue worked its way through the ring, before she pulled her head backward with a devious smile. Prestira let out a moan and looked back at the elf, smiling at the sight of Yavara stretching her breast. Yavara closed her mouth around the nipples and began to suck, sending a shiver up Prestira’s spine. Prestira placed her palms on the floor behind her and arched her back to the elf, soft pants and gasps of pleasure slipping from her lips. Yavara leaned into Prestira, the breast in her mouth reforming to its original shape. Prestira place a loving hand on the back of the elf’s head as she nursed her, softly stroking Yavara’s hair.
Yavara’s fingers gently traced down Prestira’s stomach before being stopped above the witch’s closed legs.
“Yavara, don’t…” Prestira protested halfheartedly as the elf’s finger pried between her thighs. Prestira’s moans grew louder as Yavara opened her lower lips, the juices flowing freely between Prestira’s legs.
“I don’t think you want me to stop.” Giggled Yavara before she resumed orally stimulating Prestira’s breast. Yavara sunk her ring and middle finger into Prestira, her pinky and index finger holding her open. Prestira covered her mouth and let out a whimper as Yavara’s thumb worked her clit, pressing down gently and rotating. Lewd sucking sounds radiated from Yavara’s lips as she toyed with the sorcerous’ pierced nipple.
I thought you were going to be the one doing the fingering, Prestira. I mocked, telepathically.
Why don’t you come over and I’ll give you a few fingers, you smug bastard.
Is that an offer?
Why don’t you find out?
I disrobed, exposing my erection to the two women. Yavara peaked at me out of the corner of her eye, a smile creeping across her lips as she gently teethed Prestira’s nipple. I walked over to Prestira, her eyes drifting from the top of the elf’s head to my hard cock. Prestira looked me in the eye as her soft, cool hand wrapped around me. She brought the head to lips and left it there, teasing me with her mouth.
If you want it, you’re going to have to take it, Zander.
I hate these games you play with me. I have no idea if you’re going to blow me or bite me.
“I guess you’ll just have to roll the dice.” Prestira said out loud, drawing an inquisitive look from Yavara before she resumed her meal.
I placed a hand on top of Prestira’s head and guided it forward. Prestira excepted me into her mouth, but not before teasing me with a soft bite. I grabbed her head and pushed it forward until she took me all the way in, forcing a gagging sound from Prestira. Prestira’s throat clung to my shaft tightly, and I could feel her working her esophagus around me. Prestira gazed up at me as she withdrew my member, her lips wrapped around me, her tongue working every inch of my shaft before toying with the head. I groaned as her soft, wet insides welcomed me back in, her saliva coating my cock as her lips and throat gripped it.
Yavara released Prestira’s nipple from her mouth and began to lick her way downward. Prestira’s thighs were partially crossed around Yavara’s hand, still not opening herself up to Yavara completely. Yavara withdrew her hand, strings of Prestira’s juices hanging from the elf’s fingers. Yavara licked her fingers, moaning as she savored the taste of the witch.
“You taste good, Prestira. Let me have more.” Yavara said seductively, her head resting on Prestira’s thighs. “Open up to me, Prestira. Let me make you feel good.”
Yavara persuaded Prestira with her fingers. Prestira moaned around my cock as the elf sunk three fingers into her slit, Yavara’s thumb circling the witch’s clit. Prestira looked into my eyes, her expression conflicted.
Damn she’s good. she thought to me.
I warned you.
Do you think I should let her in?
There’s no shame in it.
Prestira tentatively opened her legs to Yavara. Yavara licked the witch’s inner thigh, working her way up to her destination. The elf pushed Prestira’s legs further apart and nestled her head between them. Yavara drew her tongue along Prestira’s taint in one long motion before reaching the bottom of the witch’s slit. She moved her tongue up and down as she parted Prestira’s pedals with it, causing Prestira’s eyes to roll back. I admired the look of bliss that glowed from the witch’s face as her mouth worked around my cock. Yavara’s tongue found Prestira’s clit, and she playfully circled around it before finally drawing her tongue across it. Prestira wrapped her legs around Yavara’s head as the elf worked her magic.
Prestira’s hand found its way between my legs. She lingered on my testicles for a while, gently massaging them between her fingers before sliding her hand backward. Her eyes teased me while her fingers spread me open. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed myself all the way in as she dug a finger inside me. A moan escaped my lips as she found my prostate. She moved her finger back and forth inside of me, pressing on my g-spot while she sucked. My cock throbbed from the witch’s anal exploration, and I had to pull out for a second to keep from unloading into her mouth.
Prestira laughed in satisfaction as she knew she got the better of me. “My, my Zander, you are an anal slut.”
Yavara perked up at the sound of her favorite activity. “What about you Prestira?” Yavara asked as she traced a finger down Prestira’s taint, “Do you partake?”
“No, honey,” Prestira said, pushing Yavara’s head down, “Now finished your dinner Yavara, bad children get spanked when they don’t finish.”
“Are you going to punish me, mommy?” Yavara teased as her tongue playfully flicked Prestira’s clit, “Have I been a bad girl?”
“A very bad girl.” Prestira said, crinkling her nose at Yavara before looking at me, “I think your daddy needs to teach his little girl some discipline.”
Incest fetish? Really? I spoke into Prestira’s mind.
I think it’s kind of hot, apparently so does Yavara. It’s so taboo, we should try it.
I’m not entirely comfortable with it.
Get over there and punish your daughter, you pussy. Otherwise I’m getting Brock to play her uncle, and you can play the dad with the cuckold fetish while you jack it in the corner.
Don’t write checks your ass can’t check, Prestira. I’ve seen uncle Brock’s cock, and he wouldn’t be satisfied with just his niece. You’d be in a wheelchair.
Yavara’s hips were swaying back and forth as she looked up at me from her cunilingus. “Daddyyyyy, mommy says you have to discipline me for being such a naughty girl. Are you going to come over here and punish me, or are you just going to send me to my room?” Yavara said in a fake baby voice, her lips pouting, her eyes begging me to fill her. Yavara’s breasts had freed themselves from her dress, and were now pressed against Prestira’s thighs. Her dress was clinging to her thick ass, the outline of her cheeks showing underneath it. I recalled my fantasy of hiking that dress up and taking the elf.
Yeah you’re right, it’s hot.
That’s the spirit. Prestira pulled her finger from my ass and slapped me on the cheek. Go get her tiger.
I walked behind Yavara, who was still taunting me with her ass as she swayed her hips. She looked back at me with a smile. “Are you going to spank me, daddy?”
“Oh, you’ve been way too naughty for just spanking, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled her dress up, exposing her perfect ass, “I’m going to have to do a lot more than that to get the message across.”
“Oh no, daddy, I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m sooooo sorry.” Yavara’s submissive baby voice drove me over the edge. I brought a hand down on her cheek, leaving a bright-red handprint on her bronze ass. Yavara squealed in delight as I slapped her other cheek, her pussy frothing from her punishment. I slid my cock up and down her crack as I spanked her, lubricating my shaft with her juices. I brought both my hands down on each cheek and spread them, opening her pussy lips and revealing her tight, pink sphincter.
“Daddy’s feeling nice today, honey, so you get to pick how I punish you.” I said, “Where does my baby girl want her daddy to put his thick cock?”
Yavara grinded her ass against my shaft, sliding up and down it. “I want daddy to put it in my ass. I’ve been a very bad girl; daddy needs to hurt me or I’ll never learn.” Yavara said, her voice full of desire.
I placed the head of my cock at Yavara’s sphincter and slowly pushed in. Yavara let out a muffled cry as I drove deeper into her, her tight asshole enveloping me completely.
“That’s right daddy,” Yavara gasped, “Fuck your daughter’s nasty little asshole.”
I pulled out of Yavara until only my head was inside her, a small length of her rim stretching outward with it. This was the first time I’d been in Yavara’s ass, and Brock was right: it’s the best anal fuck I’ve ever had. I slapped Yavara’s ass as I pumped back into her, her anal walls clinging to my dick tighter than anything I’d been in before. Yavara moaned and cried softly as she drove her tongue into Prestira, who was watching the spectacle with arousal etched across her face.
“That’s it honey,” Prestira chimed in, “take daddy’s dick in your little asshole and lick mommy’s cunt. Such a bad girl, we may need to punish you every night.”
Yavara moaned her approval as I pumped into her, her back arching in response to my movements, pressing herself he closer to me. I reached around her and stuck four fingers into her oozing slit while I slapped her ass with my other hand. Yavara’s dress fell to her ribs with the force of my blows, revealing her muscular lower back. Each thrust into Yavara sent little shocks up her spine, the muscles in her back flexing in response. I synchronized my slaps with my thrusts, causing Yavara to scream into Prestira with each hit. Every slap to her cheeks caused her skin to ripple from my hand, her thick ass jiggling as I bore into it. I could feel Yavara’s juices soaking my fingers in response to her anal penetration. I took my hand out of her and reached out to Prestira.
“Look honey, our daughter’s been hiding sweets from us.”
Prestira leaned forward and suck Yavara from my fingers, her eyes staring into my own as she took each finger into her mouth individually.
“Such a bad girl, Yavara, keeping things like that from your parents. We’re going to have to take drastic measures for that.” Prestira taunted Yavara as she grinded her pelvis into the elf. Yavara gasped for air before diving back into Prestira, her oral movements changing from gentle to ferocious. Prestira’s abdominal muscles were twitching with delight as Yavara changed her pace, little spasm traveling from her pelvis as the elf opened her.
God she looks so hot with your cock stuck in her ass. She must really love it there.
She and I have that in common, I guess. You never wanted it though.
I tried it once when I was younger. The boy didn’t know what he was doing, all it did was hurt, but not in the good way.
I can make it hurt in the good way. Yavara’s telepathic voice cut through the conversation.
Prestira and I looked down at Yavara in shock. Yavara kept backing into me and licking Prestira as though nothing had happened.
How the fuck did you do that, Yavara?[i] Prestira’s telepathic voice asked, filled with a mix of confusion and wonder, [i]And how long have you been listening?
Ever since I kissed you. I focused on your mind and I saw a connection between you and Zander. I didn’t do anything, just observed what you guys were saying. It was funny when you responded to Zander with your real voice, like you accidentally vocalized your thoughts. I do that sometimes. Hey, keep fucking me Zander, you’re not moving.
I shook myself from my stupor and started to thrust back into the elf. Her cries of pleasure echoed through room as we continued our mental conversation.
Yavara, I thought to her,eavesdropping on a telepathic conversation without being noticed is incredibly hard to do. What else can you do?
I’m not sure. I see the connection between Prestira and I, but I don’t want to manipulate it without her permission.
There’s no way you could control me! Prestira’s telepathic voice was both defiant and full of fear. Prestira had never met someone more telepathically powerful than her. The idea that someone so young and inexperienced could overpower her was terrifying to the witch.
You don’t sound too confident about that, Prestira. I smirked at her as I drove into Yavara’s asshole. The expression of fear and pleasure that was mixed across Prestira’s face was both funny and arousing to me. Why don’t you let her try? Put your defenses up and let her have a go at them. If she gets through them, I don’t think we need to teach her indoctrination anymore, because she’ll already be the best in the world at it.
I’ll be gentle, Prestira, just like I’m being gentle with you down here. Yavara’s telepathic tone was both soothing and seductive. She wasn’t even trying to get into my head, but I got the feeling I wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight if she did. Prestira was the greatest telepath in the world, but Yavara had seduced her into sex she didn’t want with just physical persuasion. I wondered how Yavara’s seductive prowess would play into her mental intrusion attempt.
Prestira looked at me and then Yavara. She brought a hand to Yavara’s head and gently guided it upward until their eyes were locked. “Ok Yavara, give it a try.”
Elena finds out what happened to Yavara, and learns that Zander and Brock have taken her to the human capital of Ardeni Dreus
Yavara, Zander and Brock go to Ardeni Dreus so that Zander’s ex-wife and sorceress can teach Yavara how to use her powers.
Zander and Prestira fuck. Prestira uses an enchanted mirror to broadcast the fornication to the patrons of her bar for money.
Yavara tells Prestira that she plans to be a diplomatic queen and not invade the Highlands in order to gain political and economic support from Ardeni Dreus
Prestira teaches Yavara telepathy and indoctrination. Yavara grows frustrated with her inability to learn fast enough.
Yavara seduces Prestira into sex, Zander joins in.
While Zander and Prestira are communicating telepathically, Yavara reveals that she’s been listening to their conversation.
Prestira allows Yavara to try and indoctrinate her.