Raniel and Allysandra

Raniel and Allysandra

Though the scrying crystal had long been ensorcelled to detect incoming dangers, never before had it pulsed with the foul darkness that swirled within its depths that morning. Raniel fought to control rising terror, her delicate elven hands trembling as she brought the scrying crystal down off its tree branch perch to peer deeply into its depths. At first, the crystal revealed nothing but swirling black mist, Raniel's terror precluding the concentration needed to glean more details. Gradually, she regained some composure, chest rising and falling more steadily as deep breaths steadied her nerves and calmed her thoughts. Staring deeply into the depths of the crystal once more, Raniel pursed her full, pouty lips and willed the stone to speak its warning plainly.

Under the elf's gentle magical prodding the mists within the stone cleared, drifting aside to reveal a section of path Raniel knew well as that leading toward her forest grove. Striding along the path was a figure that radiated menace. A tall man, armoured from head to toe in black plate armor that gleamed dully in the scant light of the densely forested path. The man's features were hidden behind a full face helmet with an immovable visor and two inverted horns, contributing to the aura of menace he exuded. Raniel screamed and nearly dropped the crystal in shock. The man's armor identified him as a Drak'Eith, a mercenary Dreadknight tasked with seeking out and burning druidic groves much like hers. Staring into the crystal once more she peered closely at the vegetation around him, her thoughts filled with images of the trees around her wreathed in flames. Discerning his location from a mere glance at his surroundings, the young Druidess calculated that he would arrive at her location as the sun reached its zenith the following day.

Flight wasn't even an option to be considered. As a Druidess, Raniel's connection to the grove around her was at a deep, spiritual level to be sure. However she was also bound magically to the trees, grass and pristine waters of her lake to the point where she could not survive their destruction unscathed. A head on fight would also be suicidal. Raniel's youth and inexperience wielding the powers of nature in battle were obstacles far too great to overcome in a single night's training and preparation. The cold spectre of panic rose in Raniel's chest and she fought overwhelming despair for several long moments. As she blinked back tears of hopeless frustration, the elf clenched her fists and vowed to do something, anything rather than go meekly to her doom. She would need a plan... and she would need help.

Wiping away tears, Raniel approached the great oak standing at the edge of her grove and placed both hands upon the mighty trunk. Focusing her desperation and need into one ephemeral sensation, Raniel projected the emotions along a well worn route deep within the earth. She did not have to wait long for a reply as mere moments later she felt a warmth and tenderness, mixed with something sharper beginning to flow steadily from the oak. The oak began to glow from within with a soft white light that grew rapidly in intensity as a glowing portal began to connect the two distant groves. Allysandra strode from the portal, a seductive smile playing on her berry stained lips. It took Raniel a moment to comprehend just how her friend had interpreted the bundle of desperate emotions projected through the oak and by then it was too late to stop Allysandra.

As Raniel opened her mouth to begin laying out the terrible danger she faced, Allysandra forestalled her by stepping in close and passionately kissing her smaller elven friend. A ravishing raven haired human girl in her very early twenties, Allysandra was a foot taller than the elf before her and with curves generous enough to be called voluptuous by any standard, Allysandra projected a sensuality that was almost intoxicating. Sliding toned, tanned arms around Raniel's far slimmer form she pulled the elf into her, their lips intertwined and her dexterous tongue sliding expertly into the elven mouth, lovingly tracing the side of Raniel's tongue.

Shocked and slightly overwhelmed by her amorous companions ministrations, Raniel took an involuntary step back only to be swept back against the hard wood of the oak tree and pinned there by Allysandra's toned, supple body. Raniel struggled to break the kiss, keenly aware of the value of every second lost and yet unable to stop her body responding to her lover's erotically masterful attentions. Moaning into the kiss she tried to pull back only to find her hands almost involuntarily beginning a tentative exploration of the voluptuous body pressed against her.

Feeling delicate elven hands slide over her body drove Allysandra wild. The fingers of he right hand darted beneath the clothing of her companion, resting lightly against the outer lips of the delicate, hairless sex which began to moisten rapidly as Raniel's control fled yet further. Her hands explored the soft curves of the woman pressed against her, delighting as always in the generous breasts and wide hips that her own elven frame could never support. Delicate fingers slid beneath the loose shirt and came to rest on the human's large, erect nipple, outstretched fingers tweaking it almost without conscious thought.

Allysandra finally broke the kiss, sliding her lips lower, leaving a burning trail of kisses along Raniel's jaw and finally setting on her swanlike neck. Finally able to speak, Raniel opened her mouth to call of Allysandra but only an ecstatic moan emerged as the human woman's fingers chose that precise moment to dive inside her, pumping rapidly in and out of her sex. Raniel gasped loudly, gulping air into her longs as she attempted to communicate again only to find that her body had other ideas. Waves of pleasure flooded upward from where her inner walls were being expertly probed and massaged and every thought was washed away in a sea of nearly orgasmic bliss.

As her legs weakened and willpower dissolved under Allysandra's erotic onslaught, a flash of inspiration entered her pleasure soaked mind. Raniel began laughing darkly, amused beyond measure by the sheer audacity of the plan forming in her thoughts. The laugh was cut off into an ecstatic scream however as a third finger somehow worked its way into her impossibly tight elven pussy, pushing her over the edge and making her orgasm uncontrollably, juices seeping past the probing fingers and down her creamy thighs. She sagged into Allysandra's arms, panting wildly as she choked out a description of the danger approaching. The beautiful human girl paled and cradled her elven friend in her arms, the terror on her face mirroring the terror Raniel felt in her heart. Yet, as Raniel began to frenziedly sketch out her plan, a slow, evil smile spread slowly over Allysandra's face, her brown eyes lighting up with mischief.

Plotting and planning took up much of the rest of the evening and late into the night. Every step of the scheme had to be carefully choreographed or all would come to nothing. As midnight approached and a crescent moon eased into place over the grove, they called upon all their reserves of power to grant them the boons they would need. Whispering words from a bygone age they called upon the power of sunlight, the healing powers of earth and their innate connection with the lake. With scant few hours before sunrise, they slept, gathering strength for what was to come.

They awoke with less than an hour to spare before midday and the expected arrival of their foe. They finished their preparations rapidly. They began with a stretching routine to make themselves limber, trim bodies working up the lightest of sweats as they completed their routines. Assisting each other undress for what could well be the final time they held each other for just a brief moment before dispersing to hide their clothes well out of sight in hidden alcoves scattered around the grove. One by one, they activated the power of the first two rituals they had prepared. Channelling the power of light they caused the sun to shine impossibly bright upon their small grove, heat pouring downward in cascading waves. Channelling the power of water they called forth a thick swirling mist over the lake, shrouding it in impenetrable clouds of white. It was into this lake they waded, gasping slightly as the cool spring water splashed over their delicate skin. Lowering themselves into the water at two points they remained submerged, only their eyes and noses peaking out over the lake surface, hidden by the mist.

Long moments passed in almost unbearable anticipation. Raniel curled and uncurled her toes in the sandy lake bottom, near quivering with tension. Then, he strode into the grove and her heart nearly stopped. Tall, powerful and armoured in layers of black plate mail he was a vision of controlled power and professionalism. Raniel's heart raced. All her preparations, her scheming seemed pitiful when compared to this living incarnation of destruction. She watched in horror as he looked about the grove, eyes narrowed for danger and hand resting near sword hilt.

Pulse racing, Raniel stared in horror, convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was about to witness the destruction of her grove. So great was her tension and despair that she almost forgot herself and shouted in triumph as the warrior swayed slightly, the cascading heat of the magically brightened sun making him faint and dizzy within his heavy mail. With one eye open for sudden assault, the warrior reached upward and pulled off his helmet, casting it to the ground with a metallic clang. Raniel's eyes bulged as the knight's face was revealed to not be a hideous embodiment of true evil but that of a handsome young man not much older than Allysandra. Shoulder length curly black hair shone lightly with sweat and his sharp features were nothing like what she had expected.

Still wary, the knight completed a slow circuit of the grove, peering into the shadows and ignoring the sweat pouring over his body beneath the heavy armour. Satisfied that no enemies lurked to strike at him, the relieved knight rapidly began unlacing the straps on his gear. Near heatstroke from the intense sunlight he fumbles slightly with the bindings before gratefully casting the heavy armour upon the grove floor. Clad in only smallclothes and an undershirt, the knight stood panting for a moment, hard, muscular body glistening with sweat and displayed to good effect. After a moment the undershirt went the way of the armour, revealing a powerfully developed chest.

Raniel watched him closely, scolding herself for foolishness when she found she was unconsciously admiring his form. With all her might she willed the knight closer, urging him to enter the lake. He was obviously considering it. Holding his still sheathed blade absently in his hand he glanced from it to the lake and back again, wracked with indecision. As sweat rolled down his neck and shoulders, a decision formed in his mind and he carefully placed his blade down next to his armour and clothing before cautiously approaching the lake.

Tense almost to quivering, Raniel watched as the knight entered the lake step by step until only his vague outline was visible a mere five or sex steps before her. Though knowing it was coming, Raniel still almost gasped in shock at the suddenness of Allysandra's assault. Emerging from the water in a powerful leap mere inches from the shocked knight she threw herself at him bodily. Dripping water from every inch of her voluptuous form, Allysandra spread her legs wide mid leap, wrapping herself around the startled warrior. Before he could react, Allysandra's hands wrapped around his neck and pushed his face firmly into her full breasts, burying it completely.

The shock and momentum of the jump conspired with the unsure footing of the lake's bottom to overbalance the night, sending both humans falling backward into the shallow water with a powerful splash. Allysandra, still wrapped sensually around the knight wasted no time. Her hands continued to pull his head into her, relying on the surprise and incomparable sensation of her breasts pressing into his face to both daze and arouse him. Her legs, wrapped around his chest clenched and unclenched as she dragged her sex back and forth across his chest in a teasing manner.

Knowing she had only mere seconds to act, Raniel leapt forward to assist her friend. She arrived on the scene just as the initial shock faded sufficiently for the knight to begin to struggle, erratically at first but with increasing coordination to dislodge the girl wrapped around him. Deft elven fingers quickly found the hem of the knight's waterlogged undershorts and pulled them downward, wrapping them around his ankles and releasing his impressive member. Already semi-erect from Allysandra's attentions, it hardened swiftly as Raniel's erotically skilled hands danced over it, stroking, teasing and massaging the flesh until it stood fully formed and near quivering with arousal. Satisfied with his progress she wrapped both hands gently around the now rock-hard penis and concentrated her thoughts, calling forth the third of her prepared rituals that day she felt a faint heat pass through her palms and into his flesh.

The knight, pinned as he was under the grinding Allysandra, his vision blocked by her magnificent breasts knew only that delicate hands of immense erotic skill were working their way over his sensitive flesh. He moaned into Allysandra, feeling his self control stroked and teased away bit by bit by Raniel's fingers and Allysandra's incomparable body pressed against him. Frantically, he redoubled his efforts, knowing that his resilience was more than a match for any weapon that might strike him while distracted but unwilling to take the chance. His hands slid over Allysandra's body, seeking purchase on her glistening wet skin but receiving only titillating moans of ecstasy from the vixen draped around him. Finally, his hands settled on her hips and he tensed to throw her from her perch, but that's when Raniel's mouth descended.

From the very first moment it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The petite elven lowered her lips to the very tip of his penis, brushing it once lightly. Her hands, still wrapped around the shaft proper and liberally lubricated with water from the pristine lake slid up and down the length at a rapid tempo, driving him wild. Her mouth began its journey downward at the tip, lavishing attention on it in every way imaginable. With always just the right amount of moistness and speed Raniel kissed the tip, again and again. She pecked it lightly at first, barely brushing her teeth over the sensitive flesh. Then she became more daring, opening her mouth wider and wider with each descent until the entire tip was resting inside her hot, wet mouth, lashed from all sides by her dexterous elven tongue.

Raniel spent four entire minutes working on the tip alone. Four minutes during which the knight, struggles forgotten could only light helplessly in the shallow water, sensations too powerful to describe hijacking his mind and rendering him paralysed. Sensing weakness, Allysandra slid lower down his body, the perfect orbs of her ass coming to rest just above his phallus and her face coming level with his. Without a moment's pause, Allysandra leaned forward and kissed him passionately, warm tongue sliding easily through his uncertain lips. Her hands seized his and pulled them without significant resistance onto her breasts, moaning against his mouth as his calloused fingers played over her sensitive nipples.

Noting her friend's movements, Raniel swiftly changed tactics. Without warning she thrust her neck forward and suddenly the entire length of his cock was deep within her mouth, the tip pressed against the back of her throat. Her fingers worked with skill, kneading his already swollen balls, fingertips seeming able to create incredible pleasure with every moment. Even with the large cock occupying all the space in her mouth and throat, her tongue never stopped moving, slithering and sliding along the length of the shaft unceasingly. Moaning throatily she sent a ripple of vibration through her throat and into the tip pressing deep into it, driving the warrior wild.

Faced with Raniel's oral skill and Allysandra's incomparable body, the knight should have arrived in moments. Yet, as minute after minute passed he remained fully erect, seeming to hover on the very edge of orgasm. Indeed, to the knight it felt like the pleasure he felt didn't fade or climax, only snowballing as the Druids performed on erotic trick after another, leaving him awash in a sea of unceasing ecstasy. With a roar of lust and frustration, the Knight stood bodily, shaking off both Raniel and Allysandra and standing before the prone girls, cock almost humming with arousal. With slow, seductive movements Allysandra rolled onto her back and sat up partially, eyes hypnotising the knight above her with their obvious lust. Unhurriedly she lowered her hand to her sex and ran her fingers over her outer lips before spreading them slightly, exposing herself utterly to the man above her.

Oblivious to everything but the sight of the glistening pussy before him and his own, the knight threw himself at Allysandra unheeding, hands clumsily guiding his throbbing cock inside her. What he lacked in skill and focus, the knight made up for in strength, power and enthusiasm. Poised over the prostrate woman he drove himself into her, again and again, slamming his cock with abandon into her tight inner passage. Allysandra alternatively screamed in pleasure and gasped in pain as the frenzied warrior ploughed her inner depths mercilessly, seeking only to slake his lust and draw his iron hard cock to orgasm.

It was Allysandra however who was the first to climax, orgasm washing over her, juices pouring out of her and over the powerfully thrusting cock intruding upon her most erogenous zones. Screaming in ecstasy Allysandra fell back exhausted only to find that the knight hadn't even slowed, sliding himself in and out of her generously lubricated channel with speed and power. Strength waning rapidly and fatigue threatening her very consciousness, Allysandra looked pleadingly to Raniel and mouthed "now."

Receiving the signal, Raniel wasted no time. Seizing her friend's hand in her own and placing her other palm flat against the ground she concentrated deeply, calling forth the final ritual she had prepared. At first nothing happened and Allysandra's eyes grew wide, her ragged gasps becoming increasingly pained as her stamina threatened to give out under the attentions of the muscular knight. Relief flooded over both women as a soft healing light began to flow from the earth, through Raniel and into Allysandra. Moment by moment Allysandra could feel the very strength of nature revitalizing, rejuvenating and reenergizing her form. With a scream of mischievous ecstasy the newly revived Druidess through herself upward, wrapping her arms around the neck of the man fucking her and forcing him to carry her weight as he did, slight movements of her hips rewarding him for the effort with surges of pleasure.

Though superbly conditioned and in perfect shape, the knight found himself tiring, the exertions of his frenzied lovemaking taking their toll. Something at the back of his mind screamed, over and over that something unnatural was occurring. No matter how much pleasure surged through his cock, his orgasm would not arrive, instead seeming to sit at the very tip, combining with all the pleasure that had passed through it before. His thrusts into Allysandra slowed as lust fought a rearguard action against exhaustion. Swaying slightly the knight slid out of Allysandra for the final time and collapsed, panting on his back at her side.

The girls weren't finished with him quite yet, however. Allysandra, the power and energy of the earth still surging through her leapt up and onto the exhausted knight, slick, heavily lubricated pussy sliding easily over his engorged penis. Raniel too, leapt into action. Positioning herself carefully she lowered herself, sex first onto the knights panting mouth, nearly drowning him in the juices flowing from within. The intoxicating perfume of elven femineity washes over him and before he knows it his tongue is lapping and slurping, sliding over the slick outer lips of Raniel's sex, unheeding of the fact that his last ounces of energy are rapidly depleting.

Grinding their hips into his face and cock, the girls shudder and moan in ecstasy as they almost methodically drain the man below them of his last reserves of strength. Feeling the moment is rife for a final, finishing blow Allysandra calls to Raniel to finish their plan. The elf smiled wickedly and pushed herself backward, winking down at the panting face now resting between her thighs. Leaning down she places a gentle, almost tender kiss on his forehead and whispers a single word of power.

To Allysandra and the man inside her, it felt for all the world like his cock simply exploded, so powerful was the sudden eruption of semen from within. For eight long, continuous seconds he climaxed, every orgasm magically stored within his frame by Raniel's magic releasing itself at once. Allysandra, filled almost instantly to brimming slid sideways off him and turned to watch in shock as a volume of hot sperm gushed forth in a torrent. For the knight, the sensation was beyond description or comparison. Taken by themselves the orgasms drawn from him by the girls erotically flawless ministrations would have blown his mind. Occurring nigh simultaneously after almost two hours of exhausting lovemaking, the climaxes nearly shattered his mind completely. His mouth gaped open wide in a silent scream as the semen burst out of him, hands clutching spasmodically at the ground right up until the moment his consciousness, no longer able to sustain the sheer torrent of pleasure and pain fled, leaving him in darkness.

When next he awoke, Horon found himself lying in an impossibly soft bed with the even softer forms of Allysandra and Raniel on either side. Attempting to move he found himself bound, hand and foot with expertly knotted vines. Looking around, he saw six more druids, four humans and a pair of elves, smiling down at him. Raniel leaned in and whispered in his ear, "We could have killed you, you know... and we still can." Allysandra grinned and whispered in the other, "Or, you could be the first Drak'Eith to ever come over to the side of nature." Their voices low and sensual, girls whispered from everywhere around him, "We could ALL make it ever so worth your while..." The travelling bard Horon could only nod dumbly and conclude that posing as a Drak'Eithy to scare off bandits on his travels was the best decision he'd ever made.

The End