Seduction - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Forgotten Ruin

A chill ran Aileen's spine as she stared into the dark crypt. Cera's hand rested on her shoulder. "Not scared, are you?" her friend taunted.

Her hand tightened around the longsword handle. "We should report this."

Something felt very wrong with this place. There weren't supposed to be any ruins this far into the forest. Even the plant life refuses to grow inside. The moss and vegetation stopped at the entrance, the old stone clean just inches inside.

"And we will… after we know what we've found." Cera tapped her on the back with the side of her bow. "I think we can handle a little a few monsters."

"It's not the monsters I'm worried about." Aileen turned to look at her friend. "This place is evil."

Cera rolled her eyes. "Here we go again." The younger elf walked past her, her fingers grazing her arm lightly as she moved. "I'm going in. Stay here or go back if you want."

She should go back and warn the clan leader. They could send an entire unit to explore the ruin. Cera would never go back with her without satisfying her curiosity. If she let the Chief's youngest daughter die alone in the ruin they would call her a murderer.

"I'm not going to let you go in alone." Aileen took one step into the doorway. Nothing happened.

Cera laughed. "See? Nothing to be afraid of." Her friend hooked their arms together and leaned into her. "I'll protect you," the Princess cooed into her ear.

"I'm not afraid," Aileen barked with a confidence that she didn't truly have. "I just have a bad feeling."

They walked into the crypt and took their first step down the dark stairway.

Cera turned her head, smirking ear-to-ear. "The great Aileen, best warrior in the clan, scared of a few old rocks and spiders."

"If you say that I'm scared one more time I'll bury you in this tomb."

Cera spun around and walked backwards down into the crypt. "Ooo! There she is. My fearless protector has returned to me." She spun around and skipped down the remainder of the steps.

Aileen sighed. Why she had accepted the honor of being the Princess's bodyguard was something she wondered about daily. "Your father should find someone else to deal with you."

Cera nocked an arrow in her bow and raised it, ready to clear the next room. "How many times have I heard that line?" The girl looked up at her in a rare, serious moment. "I have never forced you to on one of my adventures. You always come willingly." She laughed as she realized the double meaning of her words. "Take that whichever way you like."

Aileen drew her sword and readied herself. The first room's ceiling was covered in web. A hair spider clung to the corner, glaring at them with its bright red eyes. The girl was careless. Cera stepped into the doorway, raised her bow and loosed an arrow, hitting the spider in its abdomen. It lunged and Cera spun, striking its head with her bow. She drew her dagger and plunged it into the beast's head, its screeching filling the room.

Aileen ran past her friend as she reloaded and raised her longsword. A second spider scurried across the floor. She swung, cleaving its head off with one stroke. The remainder of the spider flipped on its back, its legs curling into a ball. The severed head's mouth opened and closed one last time.

Cera lowered her bow, groaning with disappointment. "Is that it?"

"That screech will attract more of them. We should move."

"If there even are more. Look at the webs," she said pointing to the ceiling. "I bet there aren't more than a dozen spiders here." Cera had been right. The fear she had felt when arriving at the crypt faded after each empty room they cleared. Not even so much as a rat was dwelling in the dark passageways. "It's too bad, I was almost certain there would be something down here."

"There isn't anything here. It's not even as big as I thought it would be." Aileen sheathed her sword. "We should go back now."

Cera leaned her bow against the wall and removed her quiver, setting it beside her weapon. "Not so fast. It's getting pretty late."

"We can find our way back. We didn't go that far."

"Well, we could go back." Cera walked towards her until they were practically touching. "Or we could stay the night here together… alone."

"Cera, I th-"

Her friend stopped her, placing her finger to her lips.

"Shh," Cera whispered. She looked at down at Aileen's lips and then up into her eyes. "There is no one here to stop us. Can't you let your guard down for once?"

"I'm supposed to be looking out for you. You need to be more careful. How many times do we have to fight about this?" Aileen shouldn't have let her get this close. The Elf Princess's fingers lightly touched all of her sensitive spots that she never should have been allowed to find.

Cera's hand caressed her shoulder. "Just tell me you aren't interested and I won't bring it up again." She leaned forward, exposing more of her neckline. "Do you really not have any feelings for me?" Aileen could swear that Cera wore her shirt undone that far just to tempt her. She didn't wait for a response, her friends hand busy unbuckling her sword belt. "If it helps… you wouldn't even have to do anything." Her sword slid to the floor. "I can take care of us both."

Aileen almost considered it. She did care about Cera. The thought of finally being allowed to be with her was too tempting to resist. Clarity struck and she realized that they were in an ancient crypt, without weapons, and her Chief's daughter was feeling her up. A certain death sentence for her if someone had followed them. She grabbed Cera by the collar and spun her around, shoving her back into the stone wall. Stop, is what she should have said. Instead she kissed her, her friend's arms wrapping around her back.

Cera kissed her back, tugging on her lip as she finally managed to pull herself away. The younger elf smiled. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to do that?"

Aileen blinked, considering the consequences for what she just did. Cera wouldn't tell anyone of course, but the others would be able tell from their body language that something had changed. "We shouldn't have done that."

Cera sighed and pulled her into a second kiss, then suddenly snapped her head away again. "Ah, something moved!" she screeched as her lips broke away from Aileen's.

"What are you-" Aileen wasn't kept wandering for long. The wall behind Cera gave out and swung open. The two elves crashed onto the floor, the Princess's large breasts cushioning Aileen's fall.

"Ouch," Cera whimpered. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at the hall behind her.

A hidden chamber lay beyond. It was constructed the same as the rest of the crypt as far as she could tell, but the torches in this new room were lit. "I knew there was something off about this place."

"I don't even care," Cera's said as she persistently moved her hand down Aileen's back and tried to kiss her again, missing her mark as her bodyguard stood up. "Hey!"

"Stay here." Aileen drew her sword from the sheath and left the scabbard on the ground.

Either someone else had been watching them for the past hour or the torches had somehow stayed lit for over a thousand years. Neither option sounded pleasant.

The hallway turned and opened up into a single room. The stonework in this chamber was vastly different from the rest of the ruin. Intricate carvings lined the corners and ceiling. The floor opened into a large pool, its water crystal clear.

Aileen's pulse sped up. What she initially thought was another woman was actually a statue on the far side, watching over the water. It was dark green, made from some ancient and forgotten metal. It was mostly woman, probably worshipped as the goddess by whoever once lived here. The statue was curvy and had long hair that came down in front to cover her large breasts. Her long ears and tall height was similar to the water nymphs that lived in the area centuries ago. Both of her hands were holding her large, erect phallus.

"I could use a bath," Cera said as she came up behind her. The girl giggled when she saw the statue. "I wonder who erected that?" She walked up to it and ran her finger along it's long member. "See? If we left when you said we wouldn't have had the chance to admire this… lovely ancient architecture."

Cera turned and looked into the water. She knelt down and extended her arm towards it.

"Don't!" Aileen yelled. "Let me try it first."

"I think I can handle the scary water by myself." The other elf did back off though and Aileen knelt close by, dipped her fingers in. "Is it cold?"

"No, it's warm."

"Perfect." Cera slid her shirt off, her breasts lightly bouncing as they were freed. The Princess seldom wore a bra.

"How is it someone as endowed as yourself can run around without any support?" Aileen asked.

Cera turned and smirked at her as she removed her pants and bottom undergarments. "You can hold them yourself if you're that worried about them." Aileen shamelessly watched her friend's hips sway as she descended into the pool. She could feel herself wettening as she imagined diving between Cera's wide hips. "Come on in! The water feels great."

The Guardian of the Princess sighed. She'd already come this far. She removed her clothing as well, sensing Cera's lingering gaze on her body. Aileen braced her arms against the side and lowered herself into the warm water. It did feel good. She rested her back against the smooth wall and closed her eyes in an all too late attempt to ignore the temptation of the virgin Princess swimming in the pool next to her. The water rippled as Cera moved towards her. "Don't even think about it. We're just relaxing here."

The elf ignored her as usual and kneeled with her legs spread on either side of Aileen's lap. Cera leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her neck as she squished their breasts together. "So," she purred. "What do you think my chances are of getting lucky tonight?"

"Slim." It took every ounce of her being to reject the naked beauty grinding into her lap.

"Slim, but not impossible? I can work with that." Cera's hand squeezed her leg, moving up her thigh. She repeated the motion and begun to rub her other side as well. Aileen tried to slow her breathing. Her heart thudded against her chest as if it would burst out on its own. Cera's attention moved to her inner thigh, inching slowly upward.

Aileen grabbed Cera's hand at the last moment, thankful the water hid her wetness from assailant. "Stop," she commanded. Her friend didn't say anything, but whatever fire had been behind her eyes was extinguished in an instant. Cera turned and sat with her back pressed to Aileen's chest.

"I'm sorry," Aileen said, quietly. "I didn't mean to snap at you. Maybe when we get back I can speak to your family… work something out."

A scowl was audible in Cera's voice: "You know just as well I do that it won't work. They are not known for their understanding."

"You know I care about you. It will happen soon. Don't force it, just be patient."

"I'm tired of people telling me to be patient." Cera adjusted herself so her ass was pressed all the way against the cradle of Aileen's bare crotch. "Either you make love to right here and make me yours, or I'll find someone else who will."

She hadn't realized Cera was getting so close to the edge. There were many in the clan that would not be so hesitant to take advantage of her. It always seemed like there would be more time. Cera begun to massage her own breasts as Aileen sat there motionless. "What are you doing now?"

"Well, one of us needs to finish me off." Cera squeezed her large breasts between her fingers, gasping softly. Their legs entwined as the Princess braced herself. Her attention turned towards her nipples as she tugged on them. One hand stayed on her right breast as the other slid down her flat stomach and between her legs.

Aileen was getting warm, her cheeks blushing, just barely able to see the younger elf's display over her shoulder. She held on to Cera's waist to hold her still, the Princess's hips thrusting as she slid her fingers inside herself. She arched her back, giving herself a better angle to finger herself and turned her head, pressing her face into the curve of Aileen's neck. "Aileen," she moaned into her hot skin.

She held tightly onto her writhing charge, enjoying every second of the busty elf masturbating right in her lap. Aileen finally wrenched one of her hands from Cera's waist and grabbed her left breast, finally giving in to her desire. She reached down with her other hand, spreading the lips of Cera's pussy and sliding her fingers alongside those that were already frantically plunging, trying to catch up. It was too late: Cera cried out and moaned into her neck as her body shook, writhing in ecstasy. A soft moan escaped her lips as she picked herself up and looked into Aileen's eyes.

"Hey," Cera whimpered.

The Princess had the most innocent look Aileen had ever seen. She couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her. Cera was so vulnerable in her current state, her lust and curiosity finally sated. She hooked her arms under Cera's legs and shoulders, carrying her up the steps and laid her gently onto the stone floor.

Aileen took a moment, taking in Cera's wet body as it glistened in the torch's light. Her lips felt even softer during their next kiss. She pulled Cera close and ran her hand up her thigh, stopping to grab a handful of her full rear.

Aileen bit her lip as Cera took her breast into her mouth, tugging gently on her nipple and sucking on her areola. The Princess's fingertips shot between her legs and teased her damp lips.

"Mmm," Cera moaned as she moved from one breast to the other. "You're so wet. Did I do that?"

Aileen placed her hand on top of Cera's and forced the other girl's fingers deeper into her. They had already waited too long. The fingers curled upwards, finding its target surprisingly quick for a virgin. Cera's free hand worked her left breast as she continued to suckle her right.

"What are you doing?" she asked when Cera's fingers slid out of her. Aileen was pushed off and Cera climbed on top of her. The other elf kissed her way down the center of Aileen's lean body, flicking her clit with her tongue as soon as she reached her cunt. Aileen draped her legs over Cera's shoulders and the girl dove into her pussy, eagerly eating her out.

"I can make you very happy."

The vibrations from her voice sent a pleasurable chill down Aileen's spine, forcing a laugh out of her. "Please don't talk when you're doing that."

Cera took the hint and redoubled her efforts instead of replying. Aileen ran her fingers through the long, wet mess of her charge's auburn hair, encouraging her on. "Oh, Goddess…" The muscles in her legs tensed and her foot scooted farther away across the stone as the tension built in her. She cried out her new lover's name as she came.

Cera sat up once Aileen had stopped cumming, licking her lips. She rested her head on her shoulder, their legs entwined. Aileen held her tightly and kissed her forehead. Cera looked up at her. Her eyes were open wide and she bit her lower lip. "Am I your girlfriend now?"

A nod was all Aileen could manage, amused and dismayed all at once. Cera always got what she wanted.

"We'll have to be careful," she told the Princess. The Chief would never allow them to be together. She was his daughter and she had a duty to perform.

"Careful?" Cera broke from her embrace and knelt over her. "They're going to send me off to another clan and you want to be careful?" Tears swelled up in her eyes. "I don't want to get married. Please… if you have any feelings for me, help me. I have to leave."

"I hadn't even heard-" Aileen knew her enough to tell that this wasn't another one of her tricks. She had always looked after Cera and had sworn that she would keep her safe from any harm. Perhaps that even meant safe from the clan. Many would kill to have Cera as a wife, and the beauty was all hers now. "If I even agree to this… where would we go?"

Cera's face brightened with renewed confidence. "Anywhere you want," she said with a smile. "I'll do everything you say. Be everything you want me to be."

"I don't know, this is a big move."

Cera puffed out her chest and flipped her hair behind her shoulder, removing any possible obstructions from her view. "Is there anything I can do to persuade you?"

"Just let me think about it okay? I can at least pretend like I'm going to do the right thing."

"Thank you," Cera said as she hugged her. "Want to fool around some more anyway?"

"What would really convince me that this is a good idea is if you would cook us supper so we don't starve to death in this ruin."

"Yeah, I can do that! I'll uh, go right now." Aileen watched her naked ass as she skipped to her clothes, bending over to pick them up a little farther that what would be considered necessary. Cera looked over her shoulder one final time before she left for the room they had left their supplies in.

Aileen turned her attention to the statue on the side of the room. Who in their right mind would build such a thing? It had breasts larger than Cera and hers put together and that cock would dwarf the size of even the biggest orc. She ran her fingers along the statue's chest. The metal was cold, but got warmer the lower she went. I could have been heated the same way the pool was. Her hand moved over the erect member before grabbing it and giving it a mocking stroke. Then it throbbed.

She jumped back. The statue stayed perfectly still. The elf slowly reached forward to tap the phallus with just her fingertips. It was now cold. Had she imagined it all? Aileen shook her head. She needed to clear her head. Another swim should do the trick. The water was cooler than she had remembered. Her nipples stuck out painfully and felt hard enough to cut glass. She rubbed herself, washing off the sweat and cum from her skin. Her fingers ran through her hair as she emerged from the pool, watching the water drip to the stone floor from her body.

Aileen stopped. The statue's feet were on the floor in front of the pedestal they had once stood on. She slowly raised her head.

The nymph's throbbing erection pointed at her and the woman arched her back as she stretched. "Nine hundred years is such a very long time." The nymph tilted her head, studying her. "Thank you for releasing me, elf."

She tried to not make any sudden movements until she was sure she was sure of what sort of creature was in front of her. "My name is Aileen."

"Did I ask your name?" The nymph took a step forward, the phallus now pressing against her stomach. "Kneel, mortal."

Aileen wondered if she could make the run to her sword.

The green woman grabbed her shoulders and shoved her onto her knees. "I said kneel."

She turned her head and the cock shoved into her cheek, missing its mark. The nymph grabbed her by her nose and pressed into her once more. Once she needed air, she was left little choice but to let the length into mouth. It was impossibly large, its thick, pulsing veins throbbing as it ran across her tongue.

The shaft pushed deeper and deeper into her throat. She could feel the heat from the green woman's cunt on her chin as the cock continued to shove into her. The nymph held onto the back of her neck and shoved her back onto her cock after every time she pulled out. Aileen worked the bottom of the shaft with her tongue, hoping to quicken the assault.

"Something tells me you've done this before, elf."

She was left with just a moment before the dick was thrust into her throat once more. "Please…"

Aileen braced her hands against the woman's thighs as the entirety of the cock pushed into her.

"You do not command me." The nyph orgasmed, pouring a torrent of semen down Aileen's throat. The nymph held her in place, making sure every drop stayed inside her.

She was eventually allowed freedom and crashed on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

"You are lucky you have such a pure friend, elf. I require a virgin's blood to escape this prison. You would not want to be trapped in here with me for all eternity."

The nymph mounted her from behind, pressing her cock between her legs, spreading her lips and thrusting into her pussy. Both of the hunters she had taken into her bed were put to shame by the nymph's girth.

"Make this quick. We don't want to keep your lover waiting."

The reflection of the water on the stone she was laid on gave her an unfortunate view of what was transpiring behind her. The nymph seemed to be melting, more of its body dripping away with each thrust. The strangest part is that none of her form dripped on her or the floor. A dull ache in her head grew until she could no longer feel anything else. The nymph's green tint highlighted her once blue eyes and short black hair, as the water spirit's essence filled her.

Continued in Chapter 2

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