A Paladin's Training Ch. 16

He answered in a smooth, confident voice that sent tingles into Elaina's belly. By Aros, she was horny! "I was among the elves that found you in the forest, eruchen."

Elaina beamed at that, and her fingers found a string on his hip, which she deftly pulled. His loincloth fell away to reveal his smooth and hairless manhood, sticking out at a right angle.

Induin and Liaren watched intently, their eyes locked onto Dainor's throbbing cock, which Elaina wrapped her fingers around. "I never thanked you properly for helping me, Dainor," she said quietly as she swung a leg over the bench so she was straddling it and facing Dainor directly.

"We are always happy to help the eruchen," he said in return. A deep groan followed as Elaina took him into her mouth and began to pleasure him with all her skill.

Dainor's hands found the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. His hips rocked back and forth with Elaina's bobbing head, his smooth sack gently nudging her chin.

Elaina had learned that like elf women, elf men grew more endowed the older they got. She had seen a whole spectrum of cocks tonight, from the young men sporting modestly sized appendages to the other extreme; the older men with thick lengths that hung halfway to their knees! Thankfully, Dainor was somewhere towards the younger end of the scale, and she could take him deeply without having to work too hard.

On impulse, she began tearing at the laces of her blouse, and shucked the garment, exposing her big tits to Dainor, who gazed down at them with lust-filled eyes. Her breasts were large, and ungainly in a fight -- unless she bound them up tightly -- but they were certainly useful in all matters of sex, and she used them to their full advantage. Because she was so horny, they felt heavier than usual, and her nipples ached to be touched.

A warm body pressed itself into her back, and a pair of hands snaked around beneath her arms to gather up big handfuls of her tits, squeezing them firmly and lightly pinching the nipples in exactly the way Elaina liked it.

Induin's voice whispered into her ear as she continued to suck Dainor. "Let him fuck your tits, eruchen. Then he can spray his come on them."

The thought of Dainor emptying himself onto her chest made Elaina moan wantonly around the hard cock in her mouth, and she sucked him a few more times before releasing him and leaning back into Induin, who began to attack Elaina's belt.

While Induin loosened Elaina's pants, Dainor stepped forward and squatted slightly, until his cock was lying on her chest.

When Elaina moved to squeeze her breasts together around Dainor's shaft, Induin knocked her hands away. "I'll do that. Liaren is going to take care of your lower half."

A moment later, a pair of hands appeared from behind Dainor, reaching between his legs to Elaina's now loosened breeches and tugging them down until they were off, leaving Elaina's smooth pussy exposed to the cool night air.

Induin's hands took command of Elaina's tits and pushed them together, trapping Dainor's nice smooth cock in a tunnel of creamy flesh into which he immediately began to thrust.

Elaina watched avidly as the elf's rod repeatedly appeared and disappeared with each pump of his hips. As if she wasn't aroused enough, the sensation of Liaren pushing her thighs open and kissing and licking her way up each one drove her even higher. She thought she might explode if she didn't feel a tongue on her clit soon!

As if Liaren could read her mind, Elaina felt something warm and wet lick her hungry cunt from bottom to top, sending sparks through her entire body. Her hips bucked instinctively, and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips.

As Liaren began to lick her furiously, Dainor's breath hitched, and he uttered a deep groan as his cock began to spasm, sending ropes of elf come flying onto her chin, her lips, her cheeks. Induin leaned forward as much as she could, putting her face next to Elaina's and sticking her tongue out to catch what she could.

Elaina had never tasted elf come before, and found it to be amazingly sweet as she licked her lips. It certainly explained why Induin was now licking her face clean.

Dainor bent further down and planted a hot kiss on Elaina's mouth, which she returned happily while Induin continued to seek out any remaining come with her tongue.

Elaina suddenly cried out into Dainor's mouth as Liaren sucked her engorged clit between her lips, a tactic which pushed Elaina over the edge and sent her hips into a series of bucking spasms, and set her thighs trembling.

Releasing Dainor, Elaina caught her breath as the aftershocks rolled through her. Aros, that was good!

Liaren's face appeared from between her thighs, her chin glistening with Elaina's juices. After giving Elaina a searing kiss, Liaren popped her ass up onto the table, leaning back on her hands and spreading her slender thighs before cocking an inviting eyebrow at Dainor.

The handsome elf laughed, and his cock immediately began to rise as he knelt on the seat between Liaren's long legs and positioned himself to fuck her.

"It's going to be a long, fun night," Induin whispered into Elaina's ear as she lowered the drunk Paladin down until she was lying on the bench. The next thing Elaina knew, Induin's smooth, hairless pussy was hovering over her face, and a slippery tongue was hungrily exploring her own sex.

*

Elaina awoke the next morning thankful that Paladins did not suffer the negative effects of too much alcohol. She had had plenty to drink, and had enjoyed herself fully, though she didn't remember the details all too clearly.

Judging by her current surroundings, she'd finished the night on a high note. She was sleeping in a pile of naked elves on a huge bed, in a house she hadn't been in before. Someone was spooned in behind her -- a male, by the feel of the hard length trapped between her thighs -- and she was in turn huddled up against another male, his sex apparent because she was holding his impressive phallus in her hand.

She felt her body begin to respond as she got her bearings, but instead of staying for more fun, she chose to gently extricate herself from the bed, which was no easy task, especially due to the ridiculously buxom, golden-haired woman who was draped over the top of her and her two lovers.

Miraculously, she got out without waking anybody, and crept quietly from the room, not even bothering to look for her clothes. The last time she remembered seeing them was when she'd ripped her blouse off and someone had removed her pants.

She exited the big room via the balcony, which had a connecting bridge that took her back in the direction she wanted to go; Induin and Liaren's home. They hadn't been in the pile of bodies on the bed, so she'd start looking for them there. Today was the day that she had arranged to leave Ildernass and head to Amina's Temple, and the Lord and Lady of Ildernass had been gracious enough to prepare a boat to take her there. Induin and Liaren had also insisted on coming, which Elaina was happy about; she rather liked the two mischievous twins.

Visions flashed into her mind of her and the elvish sisters engaged in passionate sex, along with a handsome dark-haired elf with a nice cock. Dainor? She thought that was his name. Her nipples hardened as she remembered him spraying her face with his come.

She would miss the elves sorely. Hopefully she could return soon.

Happily, Induin and Liaren were at home, sleeping peacefully in their bed with no fewer than three men, one of which she recognised as Farindel, Lord of Ildernass. Farindel must have been a very old elf indeed, for the weapon that rested between his thighs was easily as thick as Elaina's wrist, and as long as her forearm, even in repose!

Elaina found herself wondering with amusement if elf's breasts or cock ever stopped growing, or if they continued to get bigger and bigger for eternity. She would have to ask someone about that.

Quietly, she roused Liaren and Induin, and they left for the riverbank, cutting through the Circle to retrieve Elaina's shirt and pants and passing more piles of naked, happily sleeping elves in the process.

A long, narrow boat greeted them as the river came into view, large white sails unfurled and bulging with the breeze. Thankfully, the crew were already up and clambering about the rigging; Elaina had been concerned she would have to go and dig them out of whatever pile of flesh they were sleeping in.

In short order, they were away and heading upriver, toward Amina's Temple in the Karvani Mountains, and toward Aran, whom she planned on Bonding as the very first thing she did when she arrived.

***

Sara hit the ground along with the others as Aran dropped his sword and sprinted toward Sylvia. Thanks to a convenient rise in the grassy plain, Sara could see quite clearly the riders racing to catch Sylvia, and the fleet-footed half-elf running to meet Aran.

The next moments happened all too quickly. The riders surrounded Aran and Sylvia, and then suddenly they were being tied up and led away, forced to run behind the trotting horses.

Sara turned and looked at the scared faces around her. Lynelle, Sorla, Liddea and Erik, all loyal Servants of Aros, and they'd just seen their leader and one of their own escorted away by armed men.

She refused to accept this. There had to be something she could do. Snatching up Aran's sword, she gave instructions. "Keep on toward the mountains," she said quickly, getting to her feet. "I will go after them."

When they opened their mouths to object, she rode over the top of them. "I will go alone," she said firmly. "I've spent most of my life keeping out of sight, and I'm good at it. Aran, Sylvia and I will catch up to you soon, but you need to go now."

One by one, they nodded. Sorla, the beautiful half-orc, bent and kissed her briefly on the lips before turning and leading the others away, leaving Sara alone with a job to do.

Steeling herself and clutching Aran's sword tightly, she began to run.

***

Aran jogged silently behind the trotting horses, trying to keep slack on the rope they'd tied around his bound hands lest it pull him off balance and trip him again. The other end of the rope was tied to one of the Herald's horses, and when he'd fallen earlier, the Herald hadn't slowed to let him back up, and Aran had had to find his feet while being dragged along the dirt road.

With his head still covered, he couldn't see, and he dared not use his Gift to enhance his senses on the chance that the Heralds might detect it somehow.

Aran was certain Sylvia had fallen two or three times, but the tough young half-elf had refused to cry out each time.

The fat Herald -- Tevin -- was rather full of his own importance, and liked to talk. Aran had been listening carefully to everything the man said, mentally recording as much as he could.

Tevin seemed to think that he was due for a promotion anytime now, and was convinced that Aran and Sylvia held some dark secret, that when brought to light, would secure Tevin's new position.

Vendrick -- the watchman who had seen through Aran's lie about being a farmer -- was asking Tevin questions about the Heralds, and seemed interested in joining them, though Aran couldn't imagine what kind of person would actually want to be a Herald.

Interestingly, it appeared that most members of the Heralds of Dawn were actually born into it, with each generation passing the torch to their children. Tevin talked grandly about his bloodline -- which was apparently an important thing, to a Herald -- and about how his grandfather's grandfather was one of the founders of their order.

From what Aran could gather, the watchmen were answering to the Heralds, and these patrols had two major purposes; to scour the region for Gifted -- most notably Sara and Sorla, who were a high priority -- and to expand the Herald's influence in the northwest of Ekistair.

Aran found himself wondering how the Heralds had convinced the Council of Maralon to grant them command over the City Watch, but his thoughts were interrupted when he bumped into the horse in front, which had come to a stop.

Harnesses jingled and saddles creaked as men dismounted, and the smell of wood smoke invaded Aran's nostrils. Some sort of camp, maybe? It had grown dark an hour or so ago; Aran had been able to determine that much through the cloth over his head.

Tevin's voice gave orders. "Secure the prisoners for the night, but gag them; I don't want them talking. If they give any trouble, you have my permission to punish them, provided you don't do permanent damage."

Aran prayed to Aros for Sylvia not to try anything stupid as he was led a short distance before being shoved roughly to the ground. The bag was briefly ripped of his head so they could shove some dirty cloth between his teeth, and someone bound his feet together and checked the ropes around his hands. He felt tension as the other end of the rope was tied off to something; a stake, or a tree maybe.

In the few moments that the bag had been off his head, he'd seen Sylvia being secured to a tree about ten feet away, her hands and feet bound as Aran's were.

It comforted him somewhat know she was close.

The men went about their evening duties, and Aran's mouth watered as the smell of roasting meat filled the air as they cooked. Unsurprisingly, they ate without offering him any.

Eventually, the men began to drop off to sleep, judging by the snoring, and Aran began to quietly test his bonds for weaknesses.

After struggling for a while, he began to grow frustrated. The knots were well tied; he wasn't getting out of them without help.

With the men asleep, the camp was quiet, and Aran caught the sounds of faint whispering nearby.

"Heralds are asleep, Gav." One man said softly.

"Right then, let's be at it," another man -- obviously Gav -- replied.

"I dunno 'bout you," the first said. "But I haven't been inside a warm, wet cunt for weeks, and this one's ripe for the taking. They say half-elf pussy is almost as good as real elf."

Aran froze, his stomach turning to ice. Sylvia!

"Yeah, I heard that too," Gav said excitedly.

"Well, come on then," the first man urged. "What we'll do is, I'll go first, and you..."

Aran had heard enough. He began to struggle against his bonds while screaming out and trying to wake the Heralds. Misguided as they were, surely they would not allow the rape of a prisoner.

The ropes were not giving, and his cries were absorbed by the gag. Refusing to give in, he kept at it, until something struck him hard in the side of the head and a hand seized his throat.

"Shut the fuck up, boy," a low voice said menacingly. The smell of alcohol invaded Aran's nose, even through the bag.

White-hot fury flared inside Aran, and a growl rose up from inside him as he tried to shake the hand off his throat. Again, something collided with his head in almost the same place, making his head ring. White sparks danced at the edges of his darkened vision.

That was all Aran was prepared to take. No longer caring of the consequences, he summoned his Gift. He would align with these guards and get them to release him, then figure it out from there. Sylvia would not come to harm while under his protection. He would die before letting that happen.

Just as he felt the Gift of Aros fill his being, another Gift blazed into his awareness, a beacon of light and warmth shining like the sun. He couldn't see with his eyes, but through his senses he saw Sara, proud and beautiful, striding into the camp with Aran's sheathed sword in one hand.

Aran was amazed at her strength. She was incredible! Surely, she would one day rival Amina with the sheer force of her Gift!

The hand clutching his throat vanished, and through his senses, Aran could see the scene unfolding.

The two watchmen turned to regard Sara, gazing at her in awe as if witnessing a goddess come flesh. Ignoring them, Sara knelt before Aran, gently pulling the hood from his head. Before removing his gag, she caught his chin in her fingers and turned his face slightly, studying the side of his head where he'd been struck.

She looked into his eyes and smiled before drawing his blade and slicing through the ropes at his hands and feet, the Gift-forged weapon easily parting the bonds.

Once free, Aran jumped to his feet, sore muscles protesting at the sudden movement. The two watchmen still stood dumbfounded by Sara's presence, the fronts of their breeches tented obscenely.

Without saying a word, Sara stepped back slightly and inclined her head, sheathing the sword and then offering it to him, hilt first. He took it, then bent his head and kissed her, showing his gratitude in the only way he could think of in that moment.

Sparks raced through his body as his lips met hers for the first time, and she returned the kiss tenderly, enveloping him in her Gift.

After an eternity, the kiss ended, and Sara's sapphire eyes captured his. "Go to Sylvia," she said quietly. "I will handle the men."

Aran gave her a nod, then quickly went to Sylvia and cut her free. The poor girl was in rough shape; her hands were scraped and bloodied from where she'd fallen earlier, and the knees of her breeches were torn, as was the skin beneath. Her pretty face bore a bruise on one cheek, probably from where she'd hit the dirt.

As soon as she was free, she threw her arms around him, and he easily lifted her small frame off the ground and put her on her feet.

"We'll be alright," he assured her gently, touching her face.

She nodded silently, wiping a tear from her eye. With his Gift open, Aran could sense how scared she'd been these last few hours.

Sara still had the two watchmen in a trance, keeping them occupied while Aran freed Sylvia. Aran quickly scanned the rest of the camp. The other seven men were sleeping not far away around the dying fire, with fat Tevin snoring like a saw, wrapped up in his red and yellow cloak.

Wait. Where was the other Herald? The skinny one with the big nose?

A flicker of movement behind Sara was all the warning he had. In a heartbeat, his blade was out and he was charging at the shadowed figure approaching Sara with a long, curved knife in it's fist.

Seeing Aran coming, the figure lunged, thrusting the knife at Sara's back, but Aran got there first, and his blade swept up, taking the knife-hand at the wrist before he pivoted and took the assassin's head on the back-stroke, his Gift-forged blade slicing through bone and sinew like butter.

Sara turned, wide-eyed as she regarded the headless corpse and severed hand on the ground, still clutching the knife. She started to say something, and must have lost concentration as she did, for the two watchmen shook themselves free of their trance.

"She's one of them!" The one called Gav yelled, reaching for the sword at his hip while his comrade did the same.

Before Sara could realign with them, Aran moved, sliding around Sara and engaging the two men who had been about to rape Sylvia. They were trained fighters, but not as well trained as he. He felt no sorrow as he took the one called Gav at the knee, slicing clean through his leg. How many women had they violated before tonight?

Gav screamed as he collapsed, red blood spraying Aran's boots as he spun to parry the other watchman's thrust. This man, with his three-day growth and mean eyes, was the one who had suggested taking advantage of Sylvia in the first place.

Dimly, Aran could sense the others waking up, wondering where the scream had come from.

Aran's fury flared, and his blade seemed to vibrate with his wrath as he knocked aside the fellow's next swing. The fool had put too much weight behind the movement, and was now off balance. Aran kicked at his knee, which brought him to a kneel, then lay his sword against the fellow's throat before he could counterattack.