Airwë - Part 3

Part 3

The next morning we resumed our journey. We were a small group but a close one -- Adrian, Berk, Uialon and I. Almáriel had slipped in well, effortlessly likeable whether engaged in discourse with Uialon, drinking with Berk or subtly flirting with Adrian.

It was me who was left out. It seemed almost like she was displacing me. Stealing my place with my friends even as she stole the heart of my man. I lurked at the back of the group, alone and kept that way by the brooding black storm cloud over my head.

Every time Almáriel so much as spoke to Adrian a spike a fear shot through my heart. Visions of my horrible sex fantasy filled my mind. I could barely look at Adrian without imagining him naked and fucking Almáriel. His long hard cock spearing her body. Her shapely legs digging into his ass as she pulled him tight. Their mouths and lips locked together as they kissed the world away.

By midday we were out of the goblin woods and beginning on the foothills of the Copper Stream Mountains. Though high in places, our journey wasn't overly onerous. Ancient primordial forces had lowered the mountains to small hills in this area and even those hills had passes and valleys which eased passage.

As we moved on, rocky walls showed the marks of ice giant swords. Up a head I could just see the smoke of Jackson's Town, a mining village that sat astride the mountains. Four, five more hours and we would be there.

As the walls of grey rock grew high and the shadows deeper, I stopped to string my bow. The wood strained against me as I forced it to bend but I mastered it and hooked the string home.

If there was one good side to my black sheep status, it was my archery. No way could Almáriel pull a bow as easily as me, not without cutting off a breast like the wild Ainia peoples of the Basin Sea.

As I looked up from my bow, I caught a glimpse of movement. A great grey shape with black shiny eyes looked down at us from a ledge high on a cliff wall.

"Troll!" I yelled and drew an arrow. I loosed but the troll was too fast. My arrow sparked against rock just after the troll leapt from its ledge, caught a rocky outcrop with one long, outsized arm, swung, dropped again and landed in our midst.

It roared, mouth wide to display its great fangs. Trolls are huge violent hunters, and this one was no exception. It was taller than any man, with great long arms that scraped the ground and stony skin, able to turn all but the most powerful blows.

It lashed out with its arm and sent Berk flying. The dwarf hit the cliff wall with a curse but was soon on his feet. "So ye want to rumble, eh laddie?" He unslung his great war hammer.

Adrian whipped his sword from his scabbard and it shone like a sliver of silver in the clear mountain sun. He sliced out and sparks flew where the keen blade met living stone.

The troll turned on Adrian but Uialon was ready first. "By the Ever Dreaming Storm Of Lost Anu!" he shouted and a ball of crackling lightning burst from his hands. The light was blinding and even with my eyes clenched shut I saw slashes of white and dancing violet. I heard the ball hit the troll and it screamed in pain. I forced open my eyes. Smoke wisped up from the beast's stony skin but it didn't stop advancing.

I drew an arrow, pulled back until I felt the strain thrumming through my arm and loosed. It slashed out and skittered uselessly from the stone skin of the troll's shoulder. I shot again. This shot didn't bounce off but lodged in a rocky gap, only a few inches deep. My hands shook. I couldn't stop this monster. Nothing I did worked.

Then Almáriel was there. She'd stripped naked and donned a set of bells and copper finger cymbals, marked with strange sigils. She flicked her hips left. The bells rang. She clapped the cymbals. She flicked her lips right. The bells rang. She clapped the cymbals again.

A potency built in the air. Then --

Her body shimmered and transformed. She bulged and expanded. Dense black hair grew in a tide from her skin. She fell onto all-fours as great taloned claws grew from her hands and feet. Fangs appeared from her mouth. Within moments she had become a great brooding bear.

The bear roared in challenge. The troll screamed right back. And then they were charging each other.

The bear swiped with her paw, force enough to rip the head from a man. The troll caught the blow on its shoulder and was slammed down into the ground. The bear sprang on it like a pouncing cat but the troll bore up with its powerful legs and flipped the bear right over its head.

The Almáriel-bear hit the ground with a fleshy thud. At the same time a recovered Berk and an angry Adrian advanced on the troll, weapons out. Berk smashed down with his hammer and the troll screamed. Adrian slashed out but managed only sparks.

"By the Six Sacred Sigils of Ala!" screamed Uialon. Ethereal winds battered his long silver hair and robe. Under his command, magic gathered in the sky. It boiled in puissant fury, reached a tipping point and a spear of fire blasted down. The focused inferno completely consumed the troll. Through slitted eyes, all I could see was a blackened writhing outline.

Could this have done it? Trolls were notoriously hard to kill but against such force... Could anything survive. I nocked and drew an arrow. Better to be sure.

The troll charged from the column of immolating fury. Its body was charred cinder-black and acrid smoke billed from its still smouldering skin. Its eyes still shone as black and evil as ever.

I loosed my arrow and it sunk deep into the beast's gut. The troll barely seemed to notice.

Berk spun his hammer but the troll caught the blow in its blackened stony hand. Face racked with pain, it stopped the strike dead and then struck out. Dwarf and hammer went flying for a second time.

It bore down on Adrian, who raised his sword in a futile guard. The troll towered over him, so big, so powerful. Each of its great hands ended in long sharp claws.

I had to act. I had to save Adrian. Even if he could never love me. Even if he'd be happier with a complete woman like Almáriel.

Hands shaking, I drew an arrow, nocked and drew taught. The eye. It had to be the eye. Only there would I have a chance to put the troll down once and for all.

Visions of Adrian making beautiful love to Almáriel filled my mind. Of his cock sliding into her velvet sex. Of him suckling on her great breasts. Of his hands rubbing over her body, exploring every inch. I pushed them aside, sighted and loosed. I shot as only an elf could.

The arrow flew right for its target, heading straight for the troll's head, and...

Missed.

The arrow sparked off the troll's pronounced brow. The monster didn't even notice.

The troll struck out. Its great bloody hand tore past Adrian's sword and bit deep into his flesh.

"No!" I screamed and shot again. The arrow thudded into the troll's flesh, even as Adrian's limp body toppled towards the ground. I shot a second time before he hit and a third before his limbs settled.

A forest of arrows stuck from the troll's body but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

The troll was burnt, battered and bleeding, yet still it loped forward. Thick blood oozed around the arrow shafts that pierced its flesh. It closed on Uialon, who's hands glowed with polychromatic fires as he franticly worked on a spell able to finish the beast.

With a deafening roar, Almáriel, still in her bear form, leapt on the troll from behind. Her great forepaws bore the beast to the ground and she ripped the back of the troll's neck out with her massive teeth. Black ichorous blood and charred flesh sprayed out in a gory shower. She bit again and this time her powerful jaws ripped the troll's head clear off. Ligaments snapped, charred skin tore and bones snapped. The troll died.

Almáriel shimmered as if in a heat haze and her bear body boiled away. Her true elf form reappeared and she rushed towards the injured Adrian. Adrian lay in a pool of blood, his chest torn open.

I collapsed to my knees. This was all my fault. If I'd made my shot, if I'd killed the troll, Adrian wouldn't be dying right now. If, if, if. Tears gathered in my eyes. My body shook. I'd killed him. I'd murdered him. I was worthless, less than worthless.

Berk staggered to his feet, rubbing his head. "My head," he moaned. "What hit me?" I didn't care.

Light bathed Almáriel's body as she pressed her naked form onto Adrian. I didn't care.

I'd killed the man I thought I loved. I was a monster. I was a freak. I was everything my family ever said or implied. Every snide comment and look, I deserved every one. I was a black sheep in every way. Poison.

I don't know how long I just knelt there, clutching my bow and dead to the world. Finally Almáriel pulled away from Adrian. Crimson red blood stained her naked chest. It smeared her breasts and stained her stomach.

"I've stabilized his condition but his wounds are still grave," she said, breath heavy. Not even those words roused me. She looked from Berk, to Uialon, to me. "We need to reach the village. I need reagents I don't have here if I'm to transmute blood for him."

"Lass," said Berk, his hand on my shoulder.

I ignored him.

"Lass we need to go. He needs you."

I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

Almáriel wasn't so gentle.

'Stand,' she shouted at me in the words-without-words.

Like an automaton I did.

'Now help!'

I did that too.

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I don't remember the journey to Jackson's Town, and I only have faint memories of what we did when we got there -- the frantic search for herbs and fresh fruits, the hunt for an unblemished cow for sacrifice, the cleansing of the room, the bloody ritual Almáriel led where she cut the calf's throat and gave its transmuted blood to Adrian so that he might be strong again.

I really only came back to myself days later, when Adrian rose from his ensorcelled sleep. I doted on him pathetically. Everything he could want. Everything he could ask for. And each moment of it killed me. I now recognised his love as the lie it was. I knew he must hate me for my failure. For letting him get hurt like this. No matter his words, I knew the truth.

And Almáriel was there of course. She'd saved him. She'd killed the troll where I'd failed and undid my mistake using the blessing of the Goddess Sito, the very blessing I'd been denied. She and only she was worthy of Adrian.

So when, a week after we arrived in Jackson's Town, Almáriel asked me to find Adrian and send him to her chambers in the inn, I didn't object. Even when I saw the fire burning in her green eyes. Even when I saw the smile on her lips.

I watched him walk to the inn, completely ignorant of what was to come, to what he deserved.

I waited a few minutes, then followed. As quietly as I could I climbed the stairs and padded up to the door. Muted voices came from the other side. I pushed it open.

"Mistë!" Adrian broke the kiss and looked up, panic in his eyes. "This isn't what it looks like. I'd never. I mean, only with you."

"Fuck her," I said in a dead whisper.

Adrian stepped forward, hand out stretched for me. Behind him Almáriel lounged naked on the bed, one hand playing lightly with her sex. She twisted one of her copper pubic curls around her index finger.

I jerked back, tears in my eyes. "I said fuck. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her." This would make him happy. This was what he deserved. This is what I deserved.

"Mistë, please," he said.

"Mintë."

"What?"

"Call me." I swallowed, throat dry. "Call me Mintë."

"But --"

"Mintë!"

"Okay, Mintë." It almost killed me to hear him call me that. "Please talk to me."

"Just fuck her. I'm telling you to fuck her. You don't love me. You could never love me. So just fuck her and be happy! She's beautiful, gods damn it." I was sobbing, tears staining my cheecks, my whole body shaking. "She's beautiful."

"I love you," he said.

"No you don't!" I screamed. "You can't love me and if you did you would make love to her. Don't you get it. I almost let you die. You'd be dead if she'd not been here. I'm broken, defective. I'm just a black sheep, so take what you deserve. She saved you. I killed you. She saved you and I killed you."

I shoved him hard and he stumbled back towards the bed. He honestly looked a little shocked at my show of force, and not just because I made it at all. Us elves are strong but it was seldom I showed my true strength to him.

"She wants this," said Almáriel in a sensual whisper that filled the room. "She needs this." Her fingers split her sex open and the pungent aroma of her arousal filled the room.

"I --" said Adrian shot panicked looked between me and Almáriel.

"Fuck her!" I shouted, eyes red.

"Fuck me," said Almáriel, voice filled with all of Sito's passion.

He did as bid.

Adrian clambered onto the bed and Almáriel pushed him onto his back, positioned so his back rested against the headboard. Her dancing fingers slipped open his trousers and pulled them off. She took his cock in her hands and laid a tiny kiss upon its head. It sprung at once to full life, so hard it seemed to strain for the sky.

Adrian groaned, and I felt my own sex quicken.

She leaned forward and whispered, "I am so going to enjoy this." Despite the cast to her voice, I heard every word.

She mounted him backwards, body upright and facing me. Adrian's cock split her open. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she began to pump up and down.

'I told you there's no way he could be satisfied with someone like you,' she said in the words-without-words. 'Not you, with your tiny tits and fucked up attitude. The Goddess forsook you for a reason; She saw your future and laid her curse. And Goddess is he good. His cock almost splits me open.'

Sobbing, I slipped a hand to my sex and started to masturbate. Flashes of sickly heat ran across my skin. My non existent tits blazed with sexual heat and burning shame.

'This is my best in years,' said Almáriel. Her great perfectly formed breasts rolled with each pump, which were coming faster and faster now. A glow of life infused her body. I could see the flush of her arousal. Her pupils were large and dilated. Her lips were fat and plump. Blood filled her nether lips.

She battered her body up and down as she fucked Adrian as hard as I ever had. They were both groaning and moaning. The noises of sex filled the room. I fucked myself faster. I could feel the gathering power, the energies of life, sex and pleasure.

They fucked and fucked. I fucked and fucked. I stabbed my hole with my fingers, almost violent, as if the pain could block out my tears. I was sick, dirty. No wonder the man I loved was fucking another woman. I was wrong, a black sheep, crippled.

'He's going to come soon, Mintë,' she said to me. 'Then he'll never be yours again. Even if I do grow bored, I'll always be there in his heart.' Then she added aloud, "Mmm, lover. Almost there. Just a bit more. Just a bit more."

She fucked down and Adrian fucked up. Their bodies shook at the power of their lovemaking. The bed jumped on the floor with every impact.

They were going to cum. I was going to cum. We were all going to cum in a sick twisted orgy.

I saw the flush run over Almáriel skin. I saw the tensing in Adrian's body. I felt the tightening power in my own sex.

We all came together, long and ever so hard. It was like our orgasms fed each other. I felt a ghostly cock spearing my depths. I felt breasts I didn't have. I felt alive and completed and utterly debased.

When at last our climaxes abated, Almáriel smiled and looked me in the eyes. She leavered herself off of Adrian and sat on the bed, legs spread wide. Her sex was angry red from the hard fucking. A trail of white cum oozed from its depths.

'Now come lick me clean.'

Crying, I crawled forward and began licking at her sex. More of Adrian's cum dribbled out and I licked that too.

'I said I would share, didn't I?'

The End...?

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