“You must come and thee your mother,” Flem says.
“She’s here?” Tri’lanna replies apprehensively. You barely take the servants response in, feeling somewhat distracted. As she was moving out of sight, Kiraea had leaned forward slightly and lifted her dress, showing you a stunning view of her ass and her cunt-lips peeking between her legs. Perhaps fortunately, Tri’lanna didn’t see.
Tri’lanna and Flem lead you and Ceinwyn to a grand hall. At one end sits an older elf woman, enthroned like a queen. Kiraea stands at one side of her and another elf women stands at her other hand. They are clearly all related.
“Hans, Ceinwyn, this is my oldest sister, Dasille, and my mother, Lady Moirianara.”
You bow awkwardly. “It is an honour, ma’am.”
He cold gaze sweeps over you, ignoring your greeting and turning back to her daughter. When she speaks, her musical voice is proud and strong. “Dear, if you wanted a big animal’s cock in you, we could have got you a horse.”
Ceinwyn goes red with embarrassment. Tri-lana goes red too, speechless with fury
“You certainly didn’t need to gather humans for yourself,” her mother continues. “That’s what slave markets are for. Although these are fine specimens. I may borrow them occasionally, and you’ll certainly have to share with your sisters. And get them some better clothes than those peasant outfits, they’re showing far too little skin”
“Mother, they are not slaves!” Tri’lanna yells. “They are my friends! Hans saved me from being raped by goblins!”
Dasille laughs haughtily. “What difference did that make? Surely being fucked by one brute from a lesser race is much the same as another.”
“You should know, dear sister,” Kiraea says under her breath, but still loudly enough to be heard clearly.
Their mother raises a hand, cutting off their budding quarrel. Her expression has undergone a startling change, becoming warm and friendly. Maybe she’s grateful for your rescuing her daughter?
“In that case, your friends must stay for supper. An excellent meal is being prepared already. Your sisters and I will welcome them as guests into our home.”
“What’s she up to?” Tri’lanna mutters.
***
The meal is indeed excellent, containing elven cookery the likes of which you’ve never tasted, and exotic foods imported from faraway lands. But the mood is frosty, and no conversation takes place as the servants ferry food back and forth.
Matters are not helped by the fact that Kiraea has slipped between you and Ceinwyn, in the seat you had intended for Tri’lanna. Halfway through the meal, you feel her fingers stroking across your thigh under the table, questing for you cock. Angrily, you push them away.
You expect to fight off more advances, but there are none, and you wonder if Kiraea has taken the hint. It’s only when the next course arrives that you see that Ceinwyn is blushing crimson and wriggling uncomfortably, and you realise that she is being subjected to the same treatment. Seeing your reproachful look, Kiraea smiles stunningly at you, and withdrew a carrot from under the table. It is stained with moisture, and you can’t help but imagine what she’s been using it for as she licks across it and then bites down. Dasille sniffs in disgust at her sister’s lewd behaviour.
You hope to talk to Tri’lanna after the meal, but you don’t get a chance, as servants show you each to separate rooms. As you lie in a luxurious bed, you can’t help but feel you’re as much a prisoner as a guest.
Then, as you are pondering your quest, the door swings open… |