This sounds like a question for a certain High elf priest.
I find him in the pool. Tarcyll is nowhere to be seen. I strip down to my bikini and dive into the lukewarm water. Diaphonus follows my moves with a dreamy smile, and I cannot help but admire how the angles of his body reflect the meager starlight. The tail of the Crystal Serpent shimmers above us as I join him at the edge of the pool, overlooking the cosmic abyss.
“I heard you were asking some rather odd questions—” the elf starts, and I roll my eyes. It’s enough that they are keeping secrets from me and probably wouldn’t let me go like they promised. They don’t have to act like parents.
“I’m just trying to learn more about your world.” I try to smoothen the tension between us. He nods in approval; I know he is the better one to press for information. The spy is short-fused and dangerous, too suspicious to manipulate into talking.
“I have learned much about your lands, yet you barely mentioned the Underworld. And I need to know more about our common enemy if I am to face him again,” I explain with a straight face, ignoring that he approaches me and his fingers gently brush my collarbone.
“I saw a picture of a strange forest down there, the roots of the jungle going deep,” I casually chirp, disregarding how he looks at me and how my nipples acknowledge his imposing presence.
“The vines of the Underworld are nothing but a myth.” He pulls me in and places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “Nobody has seen them for real.” The second kiss is on my neck and is not that modest. I feel the train of my thought taking an unpredicted turn.
“What are they?” I murmur, feeling certain parts of me twitch with desire. I’m running on borrowed time here.
“Just an old legend, Celeste.” He flicks his tongue against my earlobe, and my toes curl. It’s just a question of mere seconds for me to give in. Subtly yet decisively, I pull away, “What legend?” I insist.
He growls in disappointment, his fingers resting on my lower back. I bet Diaphonus the Fair thinks I’m taunting him to sharpen his desire for me.
“Ancient Fae believed that the Underworld was a subterranean paradise before we—the High elves—exiled our most powerful sorceress there. They say that, enraged by her downfall, she burned everything down. Some argue that the vines were destroyed by the Siphons. Who knows? The witch lost herself and surrendered to the darkness. Her son survived, and you have briefly met him at that parking lot…” he roughly pulls me in and takes my mouth.
It takes sheer willpower to move away and continue, “And what is below the roots of the vines? It looked like a pool of lights…”
He frowns, annoyed by my stubbornness. “It’s the lifeblood of our world. Pure magic. Some claim that the vines were the blood vessels transporting the magic to the surface. But all these are just tales.”
“And you don’t think it’s worth investigating?” I ask incredulously.
“And how are we to investigate this? Ask the Dark Prince for assistance?” His hand curls around my nape, pulling me in for a kiss.
“I think we are to consider every theory—”
I try to reason, but his lips silence my voice. There is no escaping him now.
He doesn’t respond. The magnificent high elf seems determined to have me only for himself. And I gladly surrender.
I reason weakly that he would not be able to reap the arcane power when it’s only two of us, yet he snuffs out my words with bruising kisses I simply cannot resist. His hands are on my breasts, greedily cupping them, pinching my peaks. His need is making him vicious. I moan in his mouth, and he loses his restraint. His graceful fingers dive between my thighs, pulling aside my bikini. I immediately feel the stretch of his massive cock at my entrance. The priest doesn’t waste time in foreplay this time but aggressively penetrates me.
He cups my backside in his large hands, the water supporting my weight, and punishes me with his thick, veiny cock. A move behind his shoulder catches my eye, and I notice Tarcyll, naked and gorgeous, the mystical tattoos on his bulky arms and chest telling fantastic stories, his erect length tempting me to grab it. As if reading my mind, he enters the pool, the turquoise water rippling around his sculpted abs and the V-shaped lines deeper. In an instant, I feel his warmth behind my back.
“Celeste was quite curious about the Underworld,” the blond priest says breathily while stretching me to my limits.
“Mhm, quite curious indeed,” inked fingers close around my throat, and the spymaster tilts my head, covering my jaw in kisses. Then his hungry gaze focuses on my wet breasts, bouncing with each of Diaphonus´ trusts. “Some questions are better left unanswered, Celeste,” he rumbles, and the hard curves of his muscled torso press against my back. Something else presses too. I gasp and arch into him. It will never cease to amaze me how large these Fae are.
“We work perfectly together, Celeste. Let’s stick to our plan…” the elf purrs, grazing my neck with his fangs. His wet hair clings to his high priest jewelry and bronzed skin, and I thread my fingers through it. Heavenly soft, unlike the rest of him.
Tarcyll cups my breasts roughly, and his hot hardness settles between my ass cheeks. I feel the need to be stretched by both of them, to have my holes filled by these exquisite males, to explore these gray lands between bliss and pain, to make them lose control by the pleasures my body can provide. I want to see them in a frenzy, their beautiful features distorted by primal, carnal desire to conquer me.
“You better focus on what matters, Celeste,” the spymaster breathes in my ear and slowly enters my rear. I arch again, serving my stiff nipples to the hungry, relentless mouth of Diaphonus, who latches onto my right breast, sucking so hard that I’m sure it’ll leave a mark.
“Be a good girl for us, Celeste, and let us harvest your rare gift,” Tarcyll commands hoarsely, and his tone fans the flames of my lust. I adapt to the strange and sweet feeling of being completely filled, stretched, and moan like a whore when they move inside me at a shattering, unforgiving pace.
Diaphonus angles his hips and finds the sweet spot inside me, his clear summer-sky eyes delving into mine. “Do you like that, Celeste?” he breathes, and his lips brush mine, but before I can utter a warning, my skin starts glowing, and my eyes roll back. Darkness engulfs me while all my nerve endings wiggle at the pleasure, my pussy and ass twitching in a mad, soul-crushing orgasm, and I hear the muffled curses of Tarcyll behind my back. I feel both men spilling themselves inside me simultaneously, the intense spurts of hot liquid prolonging the wave of ecstasy I’m riding.
We remain like this for a few moments, melded into each other´s arm. I tremble in their embrace until I come to my senses. Tarcyll´s fingers gently trace the line of my shoulders while the elf leans his forehead against mine. Then the spymaster cautiously scoops me up and carries me to the pool’s edge, where his friend awaits me with a soft towel.
“It was an amazing explosion of energy, Celeste,” the elf’s cobalt eyes glow with pride, “I managed to store it all! So much power! If we continue like this, soon we can travel back home and liberate half of Faëheim!”
The spy chuckles and pats his friend’s back.
