Action Pack 5: Dark of the Sun

Codes: ff* Ff g inc viol(unrelated to sex)

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media without express permission. Why anyone would want to, she's
not sure.

This story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences
and depictions on display that will probably offend many people.
Anyone under 18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should
leave now. For everyone else, that's probably all the reason you
need to stay.

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Synopsis: Jein learns not all the vampires support their leader's
dreams of conquest, and is asked to kill him on their behalf.

Note from the Author: Consort, if you're reading this, I'd really
appreciate it if you'd drop me a line and let me know where you
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	Carlotta's turn didn't start with groping or pushing digits into
Jein's orifices.
	She slipped her arms around the nude teen, pinning Jein's arms
to her sides. Not that Jein could work up the strength to do much
to stop any of them from doing as they pleased with her anyway.
	Carlotta wasn't what most people thought of when they pictured a
seductive vampiress. She wasn't tall and lithe, instead she was a
few inches shorter than Jein and pear-shaped with a noticeable
roundness to her belly. Instead of long and thin appendages, her
arms and legs were short and pillowy. Instead of a face with
sharp features, hers was round, almost cherubic, with a smile
that would've been warm and friendly if not for her fangs.
	Her body pressed down on Jein's like a big heated cushion,
heated by Jein's own blood still pulsing through it. She cupped
Jein's cheek, guiding the human girl into a soft but passionate
kiss.
	As she pressed into that kiss without any input from her brain,
once again Jein found herself wondering if all women in this
fantastic world were into each other. It was an entirely
different place from Earth, with any number of different
cultures, but did all of them encourage this kind of thing? As
she noticed her tongue was dancing gently with Carlotta's, she
also noticed she hoped the answer was yes.
	"If you're not going to do anything, give us a turn," Gabriela,
the slim, elfin-looking vampire groused.
	Lucia slapped Gabriela reprovingly on the shoulder. "You already
got her off once, you're done for the day. Besides, we have to
make it look like we're getting her ready for Handred soon."
	Jein had subtly leaned her head toward the other two to hear
more of what they were saying, but Carlotta noticed and gently
leaned Jein's face back into their kiss. Carlotta handled Jein as
if she was playing with a child, even if the actual interaction
was anything but childish. Sensing so resistance, Carlotta purred
and slid her free hand down Jein's side to stroke her naked hip.
Jein moaned pitifully into Carlotta's mouth.
	"Come on, you've had your fun. We've got to get her bathed
before Lucius checks on us," Lucia said. Carlotta sighed, but
then picked Jein up like she was about to carry the helpless girl
across the threshold. Which she did, but it was over to the
fountain on the other side of the room. Due to being drained of
blood, or perhaps just due to having three beauties amusing
themselves with her body, Jein hadn't noticed the warmth rolling
off the water before. It wasn't a fountain, it was a bath.
	Lucia came over and rolled off Jein's socks, the only clothes
the vampires had bothered to leave her, before Carlotta walked
into the fountain and lowered Jein into the water. It just passed
her nipples before Jein felt her butt touch the bottom. Carlotta
crouched behind her, hooking her arms underneath Jein's and
letting the girl lean against her front to stay above the water.
Jein didn't even bother trying to hide a moan from feeling
Carlotta's breasts rub against her unprotected back.
	"It'll be all right, little one," she whispered into Jein's ear.
"Lucia has a plan..."
	"Does it involve me becoming an undead bride?"
	Carlotta snickered at the remark. "Well, not Lucius's, at any
rate."
	"Hmmmm," was all Jein had to say to that as the other vampires
closed in, Garbiela carrying a tray of various ornamental jars
and Lucia carrying an urn that she filled with water as she waded
over to them.
	There might be some advantages to being a vampire, Jein
supposed. But with all the interesting girls she was meeting, and
banging, was she really going to let herself be taken off the
market so soon? Jein leaned toward "no"...
	Hot water being poured over her head ended Jein's pondering.
Lucia scooped up more water in the urn, and again she poured it
out, making sure to thoroughly saturate every lock on Jein's
head. Gabriela, meanwhile, set her tray down beside the fountain
and retrieved a round pink jar. She dipped one hand inside,
pulling it back out covered in bright pink foam. Standing to the
girl's side, she pressed it into Jein's hair and kneaded until
she'd created a sweet-smelling mound of suds covering Jein's
head.
	"Let me do the front, you two cut into my session," Carlotta
said. Jein was about to voice her dissatisfaction with being
talked about as if she was some kind of doll, but remembered what
Lucia'd done when she'd opened her mouth before, and kept it
shut. Carlotta leaned over and seized a tall, cylindrical jar and
poured a liquid soap from it onto her hands.
	Lucia took the jar from her, and Carlotta sank her hands into
Jein's breasts, squeezing and rolling the heavy, soft mammaries
in her hands. Jein squirmed and moaned weakly. Carlotta purred.
Gabriella worked her fingers into Jein's hair, making sure the
sweet suds were pressed into every strand. Jein moaned. Gabriela
grinned.
	Then Lucia took a cloth in one hand and sank to her knees in
front of Jein. Lucia's hand seemed to fly straight to Jein's
crotch. She scrubbed gently, just enough to wash the stickiness
of their play from before clean.
	As she was tended to by the three vampiresses, Jein had a
thought.
	She thought wouldn't mind getting used to this. It was a selfish
thought. One that ashamed her. She was supposed to be the older
sibling worth looking up to, wasn't she?
	Still, after a few more seconds Jein sighed and leaned back.
Carlotta's purring went up an octave. Gabriela and Lucia both
smiled a little triumphantly.
	"What? What's happening?" Jein asked.
	"I'll tell you what," Gabriela giggled. "You're relaxing."
	"You think I wasn't before?" Jein asked, but the vampires
giggled among themselves again.
	"Sweetie, we've hunted your kind for a while," Lucia answered
her. "We know the signs. You were even a little tense when
Gabriela was having her fun with you. I can understand why,
though. You're surrounded by predators, after all.
	"But we won't hurt you. In fact, if you're willing to help us
with something, you'll have our eternal gratitude."
	Jein looked from Lucia, to Gabriela, and down at Carlotta. All
of them were giving her the same look. Slightly pleading, all
playfulness gone.
	"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

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	Hours had passed since Jein and the rest of the elven war party
left, and the light drifting down into the treetop village had
started to turn orange. Cathallis, as undressed as she had been
when she woke up that morning, looked anxiously out the window,
hoping for some sign of merriment or celebration signaling the
warriors' victorious return.
	Jasami, who said nothing about it because she'd been admiring
the view for hours, tossed another outfit of her own into a
growing pile beside her portable wardrobe. Finally Cathallis
whirled around and hissed, "What are you doing over there?!!"
	"Picking an outfit for when Jein gets back, what do you think?
It has to be something that'll entrance her, and make her want to
take me some place private and dark as soon as she sees it."
Jasami sighed wistfully, then sighed with irritation as she
tossed another unsuitable dress onto her discard pile.
	"How can you be so calm when she's been away all day? She was
going out to fight vampires, for pity's sake," Cathallis groaned.
	"She did fine last night, remember? And then she only had a
stick. Relax, Cath."
	Cathallis shivered at mention of that name. "You're not allowed
to call me Cath."
	"Cath."
	She shivered again. "Cut it out!"
	"Cath!"
	Cathallis pressed her palms against her ears. "Cut it OUT!!"
	"Cath!!" Jasami yelled and tackled her older sister. Cathallis
struggled but was easily wrestling Jasami off her before the
younger sibling suddenly honked her breasts. Cathallis yelped and
all strength seemed to flood out her body through her feet. She
collapsed onto their borrowed bed. "I'll get you for that..." she
panted.
	"Stop moaning, Cath," Jasami chided. "Jein's gonna be fine. And
then you're gonna feel silly for getting all worried. And if you
don't I'll tell everyone you were all worried and then you'll
feel silly."
	"Jasami!"
	"Relax, Cath."
	"Stop calling me that!"
	"You like it when Jein calls you that."
	"I do not!"
	Jasami made a pffft sound. "I know what it looks like a girl
gets turned on. Do you maybe want to have sex to take your mind
off it?"
	Cathallis smiled just a little. "That would be kind of--"
	"I mean, it's not as nice as having sex with Jein or anything,
but we could still--"
	"Jasami!" Cathallis yelled, then grabbed her younger sister,
laid the girl out across her lap and smacked Jasami hard across
the ass several times. "Maybe that'll help you learn a few
manners..."
	"How is that supposed to help me learn when you reward me when
you think I'm being bad?" Jasami panted, her eyes half-lidded.
	"Rrrrrrrrgh!!" Cathallis snarled, but sucked in a deep breath
and tried to remind herself that soon Jein would be getting back,
they elves would get them to Zenith, and she'd never have to
worry about putting up with Jasami by herself again. That was
when she noticed the sky outside the windows was black. With no
stars. Cathallis stumbled to her side of the wardrobe, threw on a
blue nightgown and ran outside barefoot.
	The elven sentries still on duty were staring up at the sky
already. The only light to be seen was that of the torches on
sconces on the side of the huts. "What's going on?" Cathallis
asked the first pair of sentries she came to. "I thought there
was another or two before dark at least."
	"There is," the elf replied grimly. "This isn't natural...wait,
isn't that your little sister?" The elf pointed at a small figure
running down the walkway toward them.
	"Yes, she is."
	"Is she naked for any special reason?"
	"Because I didn't have time pick my cutest outfit and set my
hair?" Jasami suggested, looking totally unfazed at standing
around in her birthday suit. "What's happening, Cath?"
	"I don't know," the older sister whispered. "But I get the
feeling that those vampires are behind it...goddesses, Jein,
where are you??"
	"She's kicking vampire butt," Jasami answered with the defiant
courage of youth. Cathallis knelt down and hugged her younger
sister close, cupping Jasami's bare ass protectively without
thinking about it. Jasami offered no resistance.
	"I hope so, Jasami. I really hope so."

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	Jein's body stiffened as the vampires combed out her
newly-washed hair and rubbed an oil with a flowery scent into her
skin. Lucia was spoon-feeding the human girl a rich stew with
chunks of some kind of meat Jein couldn't identify. All the same,
she felt her strength quickly returning from the meal.
	"I can feed myself, you know," she said after swallowing a
particularly satisfying mouthful.
	"Not if we're going to have you ready before Handred comes to
check on us," Lucia replied with a smile. "Besides, I haven't had
a new playmate to do this with in ages." She refilled the spoon
and pressed it into Jein's mouth again.
	Jein swallowed. "What is this stuff, anyway?"
	Lucia grinned. "Worried it's human? No, it came from these
deer-creatures we found in this strange metal disc out in the
woods a while back. It's a delicacy to us, and Handred obviously
fancies you quite a bit to let you have some."
	A silver disc? Like flying saucer, maybe? That had crashed in a
fantasy world? Jein had never run into that playing Tri-Quest.
Then again, she'd played plenty of other games on the pack where
she did. Did all the games reflect something in this bizarre new
world she found herself in?
	Lucia's face went serious then, and her voice fell to whisper.
"Now listen, human. Handred will come for you soon, and will
probably want to have a bit of fun with you before he changes you
to a vampire. He's as arrogant as anyone I've ever seen, and
likely won't be expecting to have to defend himself. Look for an
opening, and kill him."
	"You still haven't told me why you want my help with this," Jein
said warily. Different as these particular ones were, she hadn't
heard of too many vampires who weren't ultimately out for
themselves, and predisposed toward taking what they wanted. She
wasn't convinced Lucia and the other two weren't just keeping her
around as long as they had a use for her.
	"Because believe it or not, human, not all of us are in favor of
mindless slaughter," Carlotta whispered as she worked handfuls of
the oil into Jein's breasts. Jein mewled and Carlotta grinned at
the sound. "And not all of us share his belief about our destiny
to blanket the world in eternal night and all that other crap
he's always talking about..."
	"You wanna unpack that for me, ladies?" Jein prodded.
	"Certainly," Lucia nodded. "Our glorious leader got the idea
somewhere that because of their connection to the natural world,
elves obviously have inherently magical blood, or some crap like
that. He thinks drinking their blood makes him more powerful, and
so he's been sending his flunkies to catch elves and bring them
back here so he can drink more. Between that and some kind of
secret weapon he figured out how to work a while ago, he thinks
he can take over Zenith.
	"Not all of us are as frankly stupid as he is, though. Zenith is
the hub of the Free Territories. You could travel for months and
not find anywhere else as heavily defended. A handful of vampires
could never take it, no matter what kind of weapon Handred's been
hiding from us.
	"Please understand, human. All of the vampires Handred's created
are forced to obey him, as well as any other vampires his
creations create. I can't make a move against him myself because
of that. But I'm not willing to die for that fool, none of us
are. If someone were to kill him, though, then the rest of us
would be out from under his heel, and could do something about
those idiots who actually follow him out of loyalty."
	Gabriela pulled out a sleeveless white dress out of a trunk and
draped it over Jein's shoulders. Jein's cheeks flushed faintly as
she both saw and felt how thin the fabric was. It didn't help
that the neckline ran so low Jein wondered what the point of the
dress was at all. She was sure she'd be flashing nipple if she
turned too suddenly.
	"Don't I get a bra or something?"
	Lucia sighed, smirked and shook her head. "You've met Handred,
human. Did he strike you as the subtle type?"
	"No. I'll do it, though. As long as you're not saying I have to
actually go down on him for this to work," Jein said, and
shivered involuntarily.
	Go down on Lucius Handred. Go down on anyone with a meat and two
veg. The thought wasn't one that exactly fired Jein's loins.
Until she'd been pulled into her screen a few days ago,
well...the situation had been drastically different. She always
imagined herself going down on the girl when she thought about
those kinds of things, and with most of the women she'd met since
coming to Akton willing to get into that knd of thing with her,
well, the thought hadn't really occurred before.
	She was a girl, had been all along, but when she tried to think
of doing the deed with someone of the opposite persuasion, all
she could see was herself as a guy again, with that other guy,
and her mind immediately inserted the memory of meeting her twin
naked on the beach the night she arrived on Akton. Yes, that was
a pleasant memory...she'd have to remember to find out if Zenith
had any beaches.
	"That depends on how much he thinks he needs a woman," Lucia
said.
	"How much did he need one when you three were with him before?"
Jein asked cautiously.
	"Are you kidding? We'd been holding out on him for days,"
Gabriela sniggered.
	"Quit teasing her," Lucia chided and Gabriela fell silent, but
shot a glare in Lucia's direction. Lucia sank to her knees, then
yanked Jein's skirt up and crawled underneath. Jein yelped as she
felt a warm tongue jab at her slit, but then Lucia fastened
something around her thigh.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Giving you a weapon, silly."
	Jein awkwardly pulled up her skirt to see a leather strap
holding a sharpened, foot-long stake around her leg. She also saw
Lucia crouched in front of her, continuing to stare at her
crotch. Jein grabbed at her skirt and yanked it over Lucia's
head, covering herself again, only to feel a draft play across
her butt. A glance behind showed Gabriela lifting her dress up in
the back to gaze at Jein's backside. Jein grabbed the garment
back from her too, Gabriela letting out an unrepentant giggle,
and Jein had to admit to herself she didn't entirely mind having
cute girls eager to look at her naughty bits.
	"Girls, girls!" called a raucous male voice, and the four of
them looked up to spot a grinning Lucius Handred (any connection
to Lucia, Jein wondered) entering the private room. "You've
absolutely outdone yourselves! Your new friend's the very image
of succulent femininity! Did you enjoy your time spent with my
pets, human? If you behave yourself, you can expect more time
with them while I'm busy..."
	Jein didn't say anything. Handred smirked and pulled on his
pointy little beard. Did all villains do that? Should it have
surprised her after she found herself surrounded by elves and
vampires and crashed alien spaceships?
	"Still trying to accept it, my lovely?" he asked, full of
arrogance. "Don't worry, you will. Look how well your new sisters
have settled into their places at my side. They had a fire in
them, once."
	Lucia winked at Jein over Handred's shoulder.
	"Anyway, let's get going, my lovely," Handred smiled grabbed
Jein by the wrist and started to drag her back out into the main
room. Jein stumbled behind him, trying to keep up with him and
trying not to gouge herself on her own concealed weapon at the
same time.
	The main room was a little different than it had been before
Jein's bath. In the dead center several vampires were working to
set up a raised stone platform. An altar. As they did, another
one dragged a struggling, rosy-cheeked woman toward it.
	It was Ilindora. They'd caught her.
	"Soon, my loyal soldiers of the night," Lucius Handred
announced. "I'll feed upon this forest-dweller's blood, and then
I'll have acquired enough power to lead us to victory on those of
her kind still holding out against us. And then, I'll have the
power to lead us to Zenith and take it for my glory, and yours!"
	The vampires gave a chorus of ragged cheers, with a few drunken
hiccups for good measure. Were they putting something funny in
the blood they were drinking, maybe?
	"But before that," he said to Jein a lowered voice, leering at
her, "I think I'd like to show my new bride-to-be just what she's
gotten herself into..."
	"You're not even going to wait until I'm a vampire to jump me?"
Jein replied, frankly surprised with how nonchalant she sounded.
	Lucius grinned sardonically. "All in good time, my dear, and
believe me I'm looking forward to both. What I had in mind was
showing you just what you're about to become a part of."
	"You're talking about something besides fangs and blood
cocktails, I can tell."
	"Indeed I am. Come, my pet." Lucius seized her wrist in an icy
grip again and Jein grimaced at the sensation. For what seemed
like the hundredth time that day she was being dragged off
someplace by a vampire who didn't care how she felt on the
matter. As she was led away Jein stole a glance over one bare
shoulder and saw a hard, determined look on Ilindora's face. She
didn't look afraid to die.
	They went to a stone staircase in one wall, and started to
climb. Jein grimaced a little at the feeling of the rough, cold
stone on her bare feet, but said nothing. Her host probably
didn't even notice them. The air got warmer as they rose higher
until their way was blocked by a stone slab laying across an
opening. Handred pushed it aside without having to let go of
Jein.
	The stairway let out into the forest ruins, or on second glance
another set of ruins than the one she'd used to enter Handred's
little sanctum. Near the center of stone remains was a small pile
of stones holding up a black, egg-shaped gem with a white
starburst pattern inside. A bolt of pure darkness was shooting up
from it, and that, Jein imagined, was what was responsible for
the sky being an impenetrable black. Not even the deep blue of
night. It was pure black.
	Around the edges of the ruins a few vampires meandered in
circles, casting their eyes into the forest and presumably
standing guard. They looked over at Jein and Lucius as they
emerged from the staircase, but a growl from him got them focused
on their vigil again.
	"You see, my dear?" Lucius said proudly. "With this OTHER little
beauty, I no longer even need to fear the sun. And with all the
magic I've taken from the blood of those tree-climbers, I'm
something unto myself now. After we wipe out that village and
take the blood of those still there, my followers and I are
marching on Zenith!"
	"It's good to aim high," Jein said as gamely as she could, which
was more than she would've expected. Schmoozing people had never
been her strongpoint.
	Lucius grinned at her, fangs glistening. "Finally, a beautiful
girl with a bit of intelligence comes my way. I was hoping to get
to break you, but I suppose that makes up for it."
	"So that means your guys are attacking the elves right now?"
	"Oh yes!" Handred grinned. "Within an hour that village of
theirs will be nothing but a memory."

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	Below Cathallis could hear the vampires making their approach to
the treetops. They seemed even more brazen this time, cackling in
piercing voices as they climbed up the trees. Slowly. Letting the
elves wallow in thoughts of what was to come. Elves were loading
their bows. A few simply groaned and knelt down where they were,
awaiting the end.
	"Seems sending a human after the vampires wasn't such a
brilliant idea after all," one of them muttered, shooting a
contemptuous glance in the sister's direction.
	"What do we do, Cathallis?" Jein asked, clutching her older
sister's leg. "Did Jein make it?"
	"Are you really writing her off so quickly?" Cathallis asked,
even though she could hear inhuman cackling coming closer too.
	"No," Jasami said, and clung tighter. "But I'm still worried."
	Cathallis gently patted her on the head. "I know, me too."
Indeed, the scattered inhuman cackling grew louder and closer
every second. She wished Jein was still there. Even if Jein
couldn't fight off an entire nest of vampires, and Cathallis
wasn't sure even her big sister could do that, they could at
least try to escape together. Cathallis didn't fault her twin for
trying to do the right thing and help someone in trouble,
especially if it would mean getting some substantial help in
return, but a part of her wanted Jein to be there. To have her
twin put her arms around the two of them and assure them
everything was going to be okay.
	That time, when she'd told Jein about her dream of meeting and
making love in a field of flowers, she'd gotten the feeling Jein
had thought she was making it up. She hadn't. All those flowers
bobbing in the breeze, seeming to watch as the two of them smiled
and touched and pressed their bare bodies together...The only
time Cathallis could remember being happier than in that dream
was what happened right before it; the second night she and her
twin had made love.
	The first time had been nice, of course. Cathallis made no
effort to deny to herself that she enjoyed being caught in the
nude in their first meeting. She could still remember the little
prickles of excitement as she felt Jein's eyes wandering over her
skin. But the time in that tent lent to them by Ilindora's
companions, it was after she'd seen Jein make them her
responsibility. After Jein had tried to broker peace between
Cathallis and Jasami. After Cathallis had seen the glimmer in
Jein's eyes, when Cathallis offered to get naked and make love to
her.
	When Cathallis had seen that her twin really was the sister
she'd been hoping for.
	Jein, Cathallis whispered to herself, please be all right.
	"Hey, Cath," Jasami tapped her on the lip.
	"Don't call me that!" Cathallis snapped as the goosebumps
formed.
	"It sound to you like the vampires are screaming all of a
sudden?" the younger sister asked. Cathallis listened for a
minute, and indeed, the voices like rusty crypt hinges were now
raising in cries of pain. The elves were peering over the edge of
the walkway, their eyes wide with disbelief. Cathallis jogged
over and joined them.
	A few vampires that had been climbing up the trees to get at
them had abruptly stopped. Some were pinned to the trunks by
vines, a few still wriggled in their death throes at branches
that had impaled them through the heart somehow. Some, luckier
than their fellows, had simply fallen to the ground. A few were
looking back up in confusion, the rest were fleeing into the
night. The elves got over their surprised and started firing at
the vampires constrained by vines. For her part, Cathallis just
stepped back from the edge of the walkway, not sure quite what to
feel.
	"Cath?" Jasami asked. "Did you do that?"
	"I told you not to call me that."
	Jasami looked away from her fuming older sister as something
moving in the corner of her eye seized her attention. With an
inhuman roar another vampire climbed up onto the walkway and
lunged at one of the elves, a shapely young thing whose eyes were
wide with fright. She shrieked in panic and fumbled to load an
arrow but Jasami gasped, and the vampire grunted as it seemed to
collide with something unseen and landed with a thump. He
clutched his head and groaned, and rolled right off the walkway
screaming like an animal the whole way down.
	"Jasami?" Cathallis asked. "Did you do that?"
	"Why? Jealous?"
	Cathallis growled, Jasami screamed and ran off with her older
sister in hot pursuit.

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	The vampires didn't have to wait for actual sundown to attack.
That meant there was no time to lose.
	"You can block the sun?? What is that thing, where'd you get
it??" Jein said, a gushing awe in her voice she'd never known she
was capable of.
	Lucius grinned and walked forward to caress the side of the gem.
"A little leftover from another, less intelligent mastermind. She
had so many of these, but Stissia only knows what she had in mind
for them. Me, however, I found one and found out I could use it
to taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgh!" His survival instincts took over
and he lunged forward then went into a somersault. He whirled
around to see Jein standing there with a footlong barb of wood
that had been buried in his back a second before.
	"You little witch!" Lucius roared.
	"Can I help it if you're dumb enough to fall for that?"
	He growled and threw himself at her, but as he did that strange
influence came over Jein and she spun out of his way, missing
Lucius Handred by a fraction of an inch. He started circling
around Jein, but as she turned to keep him in sight he broke into
a run, moving faster than her human eyes could follow. Jein felt
claws raking into her back and dropped flat to minimize the
damage, but could still feel a warm oozing sensation on her skin.
	She got to her knees, clutching her stake at the ready. Lucius
shot past again, and she ducked to one side, breasts heaving out
of the plunging neckline of her dress, just in time to only lose
a patch of hair as his talons whipped at her head. Jein jabbed at
his side but only grazed the sole of his foot as he went past.
	This wasn't working. With her enemy on guard, he was too quick
for her to hit. The other vampires looked at one another
uncertainly, probably wondering if their boss wanted them to join
in or not. The odds were against her, but...maybe there was still
a way for her to gain the upper hand.
	Lucius's talons cut into Jein's side, but she took off in an
awkward, barefoot run for the center of the clearing. She grabbed
the black gem from its resting place, and Lucius skidded to a
stop where he was a good ten feet away.
	"Take one more step and I'll smash this thing. I wonder what
you'll look like when you burn," she threatened.
	Lucius put his fists on his hips and laughed. "Do you have any
idea who created that gem, human? Do you really think it can be
destroyed so easily?"
	Jein stabbed her stake into the side of the gem, and a
quarter-sized chip broke off. The blackness fountaining up from
it flickered. Lucius stopped laughing.
	"Give me the gem and I'll let you go free, human," he said. His
voice was hard, but there was a quaver behind it like he'd just
realized that maybe he wasn't quite as invincible as he'd
thought. A feeling like her muscles hardening coursed through
Jein, and it took her a second to recognize it.
	Confidence.
	"I've got an offer, too. How about fuck you?" she retorted.
	"Give me that you worthless little--" Lucius started, but then
just charged at Jein. He snarled like an animal, but suddenly the
sound turned to a hollow wheeze. Jein stepped away and he fell,
her stake through his heart. Within seconds his flesh was
putrefying.
	She looked up to see what the vampire guards were doing, but all
of them stood at the edges of the clearing eying her uncertainly.
Jein raised the gem above her head as if to dash it on a fallen
column, and they were vanishing into the trees in the next
second. Jein made sure none of them was sneaking up behind her,
then retrieved her stake from Lucius's moldering ribcage and
hurried back down the stairs. The blackness issuing up from it
finally ceased as she did.
	The excited, sometimes drunken chatter of the vampires in the
main hall was going strong as Jein entered, but the vampires
closest to her fell silent as she returned by herself, and
clutching Lucius's precious gem on top of that. The quiet spread
throughout the entire room, but Jein's eyes were on the vampires
who'd just finished tying Ilindora down on the altar.
	"I just wasted your boss. And here's what he was thinking would
take you guys all the way to Zenith!" Jein shouted. Then she
lobbed the gem into the center of the hall, where it shattered
like the egg it was shaped like.
	A piercing cry filled the hall, and a naked female vampire with
honey-blonde hair jumped on one of Ilindora's guards and yanked
his head violently to one side. It was Lucia, and she was only
the first. More vampires flung themselves at others, tearing,
clawing, biting and screaming until the entire room was nothing
but a giant undead free-for-all.
	Jein bent double and scurried through the chaos, making her way
over to the altar where she inserted her stake into one of the
ropes holding Ilindora and twisted.
	"I don't know how you did that, but I'm glad you did!" the prone
elf gasped.
	"I had a little help," Jein smiled down as the rope snapped and
she went for the next one. Ilindora twisted her slender wrist
suddenly, though, and pulled it free from the rope with ease.
Then she slipped free of the ropes around her ankles, but left
her boots behind in the process. Jein started running for the
stairs she'd just descended, with Ilindora right behind her. Now
there was no thought in Jein's mind for the cold, even surfaces
beneath her feet as she charged up the winding stairs, thinking
only of getting up into what was left of the daylight where they
couldn't threaten her anymore.
	A minute later Jein threw herself over the lip of the entrance
and lay in a panting heap as the light of early sundown trickled
through the trees. For all of the aching of her lungs--not to
mention her breasts being sore from all the bouncing around from
running up and down stairs without a bra on--from that mad dash
to safety, Jein found herself smiling. The way things looked, the
vampire menace would take care of itself with its greatest asset
destroyed and its leader reduced to a bleached skeleton next to
her. Ilindora fell down next to her, and then, to Jein's
surprised, reached out and laced their fingers together.
	"Thank you," the elf panted.
	"For what? Taking you with me? We did this to save people, I
thought. Besides, you and me got a fair bit in common."
	Ilindora's grip tightened slightly. "We do, don't we?"
	After a minute Jein got up, but stopped and stared at a silent
Ilindora who didn't release her hand. She still hadn't when they
finished rising to their bare feet. "We should probably go," Jein
suggested. "It won't be light for too much longer." Ilindora
nodded, and kept her hold on Jein as they started into the woods.
	"We should hurry, don't you think?" Jein asked, not encouraged
by the waning light. "Just in case there's any survivors?"
	"You can't really run in the forest, not in bare feet," Ilindora
replied calmly. "Besides, I think I know where we are. This is a
lot closer to the village than where we went in."
	"You know, you're a lot calmer around me than you were before we
went down there."
	Ilindora started to walk closer, and whispered to Jein, "I guess
I am. But...you're the first person I ever told about me and
Mithil. I never met someone who'd really understand, before."
	"I'm glad I could help, but I have no idea what `normal' even is
around here. I'm totally making this up as I go."
	"You're doing well, although...turn here," Ilindora said and
suddenly started leading Jein away. "We'd better wash out those
cuts. I'm afraid to think of what vampires get on their
nails...These are from their nails, right?"
	Over Jein's feeble protests that they should put as much
distance between themselves and the vampire lair as possible,
Ilindora led the way to a stream where Jein obligingly peeled her
dress down to her waist and sat by the bank while Ilindora washed
cool water over her wounds. The elf gathered up some yellow
berries and crushed them together with some bluish leaves before
rubbing them into Jein's cuts as well. She shivered at the
tingling sensation that flowed into her torn skin, which soon
gave way to a soothing chill from Ilindora's compound.
	"That's nice," Jein breathed.
	"And it should keep you from getting infected by Kimara only
knows what was on that thing's claws," Ilindora smiled. Jein was
amazed by how soft and delicate Ilindora's fingers felt as they
rubbed the compound in, not at all like she would've expected for
a warrior. Not that she was complaining, as the exertion of
running and fighting seemed to drip out her body at the elf's
delicate touch.
	"Ooohooooohooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...," Jein gasped.
	"That sounded like a good one," Ilindora giggled. She had a
soft, cute little laugh. "Jein?...Thank you. For being
comfortable enough with yourself not to hide what you are."
	"Um...you're welcome for me...boning my sisters. I guess?"

-------

	After Jein had made herself decent again, she and Ilindora
resumed their trek back to the elven village. Along the way they
met with a few other survivors of the war party who'd managed to
slip out of the vampires' lair during the confusion engineered by
Lucia. By the time they could see the glimmering dots of
torchlight high above, their party numbered nine.
	When they were hoisted back into the village, a wall of archers
with silver-tipped arrows was waiting to greet them. Jein could
hear the bowstrings tighten as they spotted her wounds that were
still crusting over, but Altia pushed her way through the
archers. "How did it go?" the aged elf asked.
	"It...didn't quite go according to plan," Jein said, afraid of
getting an arrow through the heart anyway if she mentioned making
a deal with the creatures she'd been sent to kill.
	"Well, how did it go?" Altia pressed.
	Jein took a breath and explained herself. How Lucius Handred had
been stalking elves because of the inherent magic he believed was
in their blood. How he'd found a gem that could blot the sky. How
she'd been asked by his undead brides to kill him before his
unfounded ambitions could get the rest of them killed. How they'd
left after the vampires had turned on one another. Not, however,
how she'd lost her clothes or what she'd been up to before Lucia
had asked for her help.
	"So you failed," grimaced one of the archers.
	"Not all share the same viewpoint," Altia softly reprimanded
him. "You're telling me, Jein, that many of these vampires didn't
want to take over Zenith?"
	"That's what some of them told me."
	Altia was silent for a moment, "Well, that's something of a
surprise."
	"They were quick to turn on each other after Jein made her
display, revered mother," Ilindora explained. "It certainly
looked to me as if they were seizing an opportunity they'd been
waiting for. For some time."
	"I'm sorry," Jein sighed. "I know this isn't what you want to
hear..."
	"Granted it's not what I was expecting," Altia said, a gentle
smiling forming on her face. "That doesn't mean it doesn't solve
the problem we've been having, though. I've been around a while,
child. I know a few things about judging the truth, and your
story has a nice ring of that to it.
	"Listen, everyone," Altia said and turned to face the guards.
"We'll keep vigil for one more night. If nothing happens,
tomorrow we'll celebrate our freedom from the hordes of the
night."
	There was no cheer in response to that. Some grumbling here and
there that even after their last-ditch effort had returned mostly
intact, they were still being kept on alert. They made their way
back to their posts, and soon as the way was clear Cathallis and
Jasami seemed to come flying out of nowhere to embrace Jein.
	"Thank the gods!" Cathallis moaned, as Jein did as she felt her
twin's abundant chest squash down on her own through her thin
dress. "Are you hurt? Oh no, you are! Is it bad?!"
	"Of course it isn't," Jasami said as she took in the sight of
Jein's scars and grinned. "Those are just scratches to you,
right?'
	"It wasn't so bad, I guess. I hardly even noticed until we got
away and...Jasami, why are you naked?"
	Jasami tilted her head as she looked up at Jein. "What do you
mean? Is it bad or something?"
	Ilindora leaned over Jein's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek
with a smile. "I'll let you three alone, I've got to go get ready
for something..." So saying she slipped away, and the next thing
Jein knew her sisters were dragging her back to their borrowed
hut.
	As soon as the door had shut Jein's dress was down around her
waist again, thanks to her youngest sibling. Cathallis stepped
back, and Jein could hear the rustling of clothing as Jasami
looked at the crusted gashes on her sister's side with a proud
smile. "So how many vampires were you fighting at the same time
when you get those? Like ten, I bet?"
	"Just one, but he was the leader," Jein said, and wondered if
maybe she should've embellished after all. Jasami's smile didn't
wave a bit, though.
	"And he only got you two times? That's really good for your
first quest, I bet!...What happened to your old clothes, though?"
	"Oh, uh...the vampires I made friends with? They...they kind of
ripped my clothes off and made me have sex with them before
they'd let me kill the leader of the bad vampires."
	Cathallis pressed up against Jein's bare back, her abundant
breasts pressing into Jein's cool, smooth skin. "They sound like
pretty good vampires to me," she whispered. "And it sounds like
you did better than you set out to. Mmmmmmmmm, you smell so
good..."
	"I do?" Jein asked dubiously. "After all that running around and
fighting? I mean, I took a bath, but all the running and fighting
was after that."
	Cathallis took a deep sniff of Jein's hair and sighed happily.
"It can't have been that much. You still smell like you just got
out of the bath." She ran her fingers over Jein's bare arms. "You
feel like you just got out the bath, too."
	Jasami reached uner Jein's skirt stroked at her inner thighs
thoughtfully, right over her snatch. "She's right, you do."
	"Hey!" Jein yelled as blood rushed to her cheeks from the
intimate contact.
	"Jein, seriously, loosen up," Cathallis whispered sternly in her
ear. "I know you said most sisters don't have sex where you grew
up, but you're not there anymore and there's no way you can tell
me you don't enjoy it when we're together like this."
	"Cath?" Jein whispered back.
	"Yes, my love?"
	Jein craned her neck and planted a kiss on her twin's lips.
Cathallis moaned into Jein's mouth and pressed back. Cathallis's
tongue slipped out lips to play at Jein's mouth, and she moaned
again as she felt the soft, rolling texture of Jein's lips.
Jasami slipped underneath Jein's skirt and planted her lips
between Jein's thighs. Jein gasped into Cathallis's mouth, but it
soon turned into a moan of pleasure.
	"I should really go help the guards," Jein panted. "Just in case
I didn't do as good a job as I thought..."
	The next thing she knew, Jein's feet weren't touching the ground
anymore, and right after that she felt herself land face-down on
their borrowed bed.
	"Did you hear something, Jasami?" Cathallis asked. "I think it
sounded sort of like Jein saying she doesn't owe us anything for
leaving us here to worry about her all day."
	"Oh come on!" Jein groaned. "I spent all afternoon getting
manhandled by vampires. I even had sex standing on my shoulders."
	"That sounds like a fun position," Jasami said thoughtfully as
she climbed into the bed, then grabbed Jein's dress and yanked it
down to expose her butt. "I want to try it. Please, Jein?"
	"As long as you two aren't serious about me owing you favors for
getting people to help us...," Jein muttered. Cathallis pinched
her twin's ass.
	"Lighten up, Jein. Isn't going on these harrowing quests and
getting to make love to all the fair maidens you meet supposed to
be fun?" the dark-haired twin whispered. Jein looked over one
shoulder at Cathallis's serene, smiling face, then down at their
younger sister as she lay before them, totally naked, legs
splayed and looking up at Jein with hopeful eyes.
	"Tell me if this hurts, okay?" Jein said, then lifted Jasami up
by the hip and draped the young girl's legs over her shoulders.
Jasami yipped but smiled at her sister as she bent her neck
forward to rest her shoulders against the bed. Then Jein bent her
own head down and played her tongue over Jasami's puffy folds, at
the same time cupping her younger sister's ass, and teasing her
thumb against Jasami's small pucker as she did.
	Jasami squealed pitifully and shook from the tingling
sensations, but looked up at Jein with a bashful smile and
blushing cheeks. Jein leaned down again and pressed her lips to
her sibling's cunt and sucked hard on it, then slowly started to
sweep her tongue across the slit. Jasami squealed again.
	Cathallis scooted forward so that her breasts pressed against
Jein's back and started to roll her torso in a circular motion,
dragging her nipples in small clockwise circles. Jein groaned
into their younger sister's cunt and lapped furiously at the
inside. Some kind of mental influence seemed to come over Jein,
and with a precision she never would've thought possible, she
lapped along the edge of Jasami's valley again then dove her
tongue down and nudged Jasami's clit.
	Jein pressed a little harder against Jasami's asshole, eliciting
a weak moan from Jasami. "It was never like this with my mom,"
Jasami whimpered.
	Jein lapped her sister's cunt again and looked down at her.
Cathallis rolled her breasts against Jein's back more, faster
prompting a moan from Jein that got a smile on Jasami's young
face.
	"You mean the lady who raised you? Did we ever do it with mom?"
Jein asked.
	"Not exactly," Cathallis whispered and stopped gyrating her
chest, then sighed. "We were always very...close, though. I'm
sorry, Jein. It must be rough not remembering anything."
	"Hey, I don't remember doing anything like this with our real
mom either," Jasami said from below.
	"I think we're forgetting the point of this little exercise,"
Jein whispered with a smile right before she jammed the tip of
her thumb into Jasami's asshole.
	Jasami gasped, and Jein stabbed her tongue down and nudged her
sister's clit again. The younger sister squeaked, and then Jein's
face was covered with her clinging spunk.
	"Kind of eager today, huh little sister?" Jein said quietly,
smiling wryly as she lowered Jasami back onto the bed.
	Jasami blushed and tried to look indignant. "You wouldn't make
love to us last night, so I was stuck thinking about you all day.
Besides...you looked nice in that white dress..."
	"Undead bride chic, huh?"
	Cathallis sighed. "It might be good to get used to it. I get the
feeling Jein's going to be away from us a lot more, and for a lot
longer..."
	"What??! NO!" Jasami screamed and awkwardly scrambled up to
cling to Jein's waist, as if Jein might disappear into thin air
if she didn't. Her grip was quivering after just being eaten out.
	"Let's take this one step at a time, okay?" Jein said, putting
an arm around both of her siblings. "Right now I'm just trying to
get us all someplace safe, and figure out what to do next once I
have. Does that sound okay to everyone?"
	"Do understand that we have to reclaim the family throne and
assess the status of Akton," Cathallis reminded her. "There will
probably be plenty to do once we get to Zenith and get ourselves
established."
	"No offense Cath, but I have no idea what's going on, and to be
totally honest with you I'm still not totally convinced I'm not
having some kind of really elaborate wet dream here...One step at
a time."
	"All right, Jein," Cathallis nodded. "I'm sorry. I really don't
know what this must be like for you."
	"You can explain everything later," Jein said. She lightly
peeled herself free from Jasami and walked over to their wardrobe
and picked out a practical green jerkin and pants. "I'm going to
go help the elves keep an eye out, in case I didn't do such a
good job back there after all."
	"I'm sure you did, Jein," Cathallis said and kissed her on the
cheek. "By the way, thanks for tiring out Jasami for me..." Then
Cathallis shut the door, and Jein walked out to join the sentries
while she shook her head.
	As the last of the daylight trickled away, Jein started to
wonder if she'd made such a wise choice while she made a
continuous circuit around the village's walkways. Even though she
hadn't spent the entire day ramming a wooden stake through
vampires as they slept, the day hadn't exactly been uneventful.
She hadn't wanted to mention it to anyone, since that morning her
biggest priority had been making sure the elves could get her
family to Zenith, but Jein hadn't slept especially well.
	The possibility that this wasn't just an erotic fantasy, but the
world where she was really born, with sisters she'd never known,
with a body and an effect on women she'd never expected, was
starting to get to her. It seemed like something that should've
excited her, with all the adventures at her fingertips, and
having had more sex in a couple days than she thought she might
have had ever.
	And she was enjoying that, she had to admit. It had been pretty
sexy when the three vampire ladies tore her clothes off and
sucked just of her blood just enough that she wouldn't be able to
resist when they took turns doing dirty things to her.
	But she'd gotten into her first real fight that day, too. The
wounds were healing up plenty fast, but when she ran her fingers
over her side she could still feel them. This wasn't a game.
These were real monsters she was facing, and they were really
trying to kill her. If not for that Sword Daughter thing she
would've been dead, and she had no idea how far that went and if
she was willing to put it to the test, considering what would
happen if she overestimated it.
	Jein wasn't excited. She was scared. If she hadn't been fighting
the embodiment of clichéd villains, she doubted she would've
survived. And who knew what else was out there? She did. Every
enemy from every game in Action Pack. Zombies. Aliens. Robots.
Dragons. That was why she'd given Jasami such a short and sweet
little session. Jein's mind was elsewhere.
	She sat down on the edge of the walkway a bit heavily, wondering
if all she'd accomplished was to replace one demented vampire
lord with another who was at that moment rallying the survivors
of their civil war.
	Then on the forest floor one of those weird torches that gave
off light without burning ignited, and standing there were a pack
of pale people in a variety of antiquated-looking outfits. Out in
front, holding the torch, was Lucia.
	"Excuse me, have you folks seen a human girl with white hair and
gigantic jugs?" she called upward, smiling.
	"Har har," Jein said flatly from weariness. Elves were starting
to gather around to see what was going on, and murmured
uncertainly among themselves.
	"Ah, there's our savior!" Lucia smiled wider. "I'd come up there
to talk in person, but it'd probably worry your friends.
	"So I'll talk down here. Most of those blind enough to think
Lucius Handred had any idea what he was doing have been culled,
the rest of us are on our way somewhere safer. Darker. I just
insisted on coming to thank you before we went to join the rest."
	"Are Gabriela and Carlotta okay?" Jein called.
	Lucia laughed, but a serene, musical laugh. "Yes! They're fine!
And they'll be just tickled to know you were worried for them.
	"We've got to be on our way, though. To someplace where we can
exist without having to subsist on humans or their kind. Do me
one kindness before we do, though. You know my name, please tell
me yours."
	"Jein."
	Lucia smirked. "Well, Jein, I'm sure we'll meet again someday.
When we do, it'll be my turn." With that Lucia extinguished her
torch. The elves drew and loaded their weapons, listening hard
for sounds of an attack.
	For an attack that didn't come. Jein helped the elves watch for
the vampires to strike again until dawn, but when the first
golden rays started to trickle through the trees and still
nothing had happened she staggered back to the hut and fell
asleep between her sisters.
	She was surprised at how unsurprised she was to wake to find her
shirt rolled up to her neck and Jasami, still completely naked,
nursing her right breast. The younger Devyre looked up to meet
Jein's eyes, waved once and then returned to her oral
ministrations. Jein chuckled quietly and undid her younger
sister's pigtails and ran her fingers through that long silver
hair.
	"You know what...maybe I can pull this off after all," Jein said
to herself, and smiled a little.
	Jasami released the nipple from between her lips but sank both
hands into the hefty mammary instead. "Did you think you
couldn't?"
	"You've got to understand, kiddo, we didn't really have elves or
vampires or spaceships...or, well, we had spaceships, but we
didn't have things from other planets coming to visit ours. Those
kinds of things openly happened in books, or TV."
	"You're gonna do great," Jasami smiled. "Cuz you're my big
sister, and I have the best big sister ever. Besides, you did you
even better on your first quest than you thought, right? You went
to kill all the vampires, but you killed the bad ones and made
friends with the rest."
	"Yeah, I guess that is better," Jein mused. Jasami beamed and
squeezed the breast in her hands harder, and Jein squealed before
glaring at her sister in mock anger. Jasami giggled.
	"Anyway, the elves are getting ready to have some kind of party
down on the ground after sundown, so we should probably get
ready," Jasami explained.
	"Sundown? What time is it?" Jein said in surprise and sat up,
inadvertently tossing Jasami onto her back. A small lantern was
lit by the side of the bed, which was why Jein hadn't noticed how
dim the light through the windows was getting.
	Jein pulled her shirt back down, grimacing at her nipple that
was still sore, and picked out a pair of Cathallis's boots. Then
she looked up at Jasami. "How long were you sucking on my tit
before I woke up, anyway?"
	"Oh, I was sucking on both your tits. Probably about four hours
now."
	"Damn, girl. Don't you do anything for fun that doesn't involve
your big sister's naked body?"
	Jasami giggled coyly. "Sure I do. But we're in the middle of the
stupid woods and my big sister's naked body's the only fun thing
to do."
	Jein ruffled her sister's hair. "It wasn't an insult or
anything, just so we're clear. My little sister's naked body's
pretty fun too." Jasami beamed. "So let's get dressed and go see
what kind of party these elves throw."
	After getting Jasami to pick out a form-fitting red Lolita dress
(which seemed redundant for some reason), the sisters left the
hut joined a column of elves making their way down. On the ground
a ring of small but colorful tents, about thirty in all, was
being set up around a large bonfire that had yet to be lit. Jein
could hardly see it through all the elves milling around the
circle, though. Long tables were being set up with arrays of
fruit, vegetables and meat platters Jein couldn't identify. Next
to the tables were a few small cooking fires where animals she
didn't care to look at too closely were being roasted on spits.
	Cathallis was one of the slender figures rushing around helping
to lay out the evening meal, and stopped as Jein and Jasami
approached. "Oh, look who's finally done playing with her
unconscious sibling's breasts," Cathallis sighed.
	"Only reason you stopped was I said how much you were doing it,"
Jasami retorted.
	"Knock it off, you two," Jein said gently. "When do they light
the bonfire, anyway?"
	"After everyone's ready," Cathallis answered.
	"Ready? For what?"
	"You'll see."
	As darkness settled in torches were lit on posts stuck into the
ground and elves started making their way over to the tables or
finding places to sit around the bonfire. A few of the elves
picked up torches and lit the bonfire itself. Altia appeared and
held up her hands for quiet.
	"Many of our brother and sisters have been taken from us these
past weeks," she said in a calm, slow voice that somehow raised
goosebumps on Jein's arms. "All because of the vanity, the
blinding ignorance of a creature of the dark who thought it was
our blood that carried the magic of our way of life.
	"We know better, do we not? That it is connecting ourselves to
the world Kimara gave us that lets us hear the trees when they
speak, that lets us ask the wind to carry our arrows to their
targets without fail. We sent what warriors we had to kill the
servants of that vain creature, and while not achieving that
goal, perhaps they have achieved something greater in the end.
	"We would be those wallowing in ignorance and vanity if we were
to think every single member of a thinking race was possessed of
the same mind. The same desires. I think last night all of us saw
something that surprised us." She shot Jein a glance out of one
eye before continuing.
	"However! That is behind us all now! I declare tonight, a night
of celebration!"
	The elves cheered, and then cheered even louder at what happened
next. As Altia took a seat near the Devyre sisters a procession
of elven maidens, dressed in long flowing skirts and tops that
were little more than strands of cloth over their breasts. Slowly
they began to twist their bodies and sway their bare arms in a
sensual dance around the bonfire. Jein watched, entranced as the
light of the fire glistened of their bare skin, almost making
them look like flickering tongues of flame themselves.
	Then suddenly one of the dancers broke from the circle, took an
elven warrior by the hand and pranced away with him toward one of
the tents surrounding the bonfire. A minute later another dancer
broke off, took another elf by the hand and led him toward one of
the tents. Then one of the dancers, the elf maiden who'd been
saved by an unseen barrier the night before, spun toward the
Devyre sisters, picked up Jasami with a grin, and carried her off
in the direction of an unoccupied tent before Jein could think
about stopping her.
	"What the hell's going on?" Jein asked Altia. The elderly elf
smiled.
	"The village women use these a chance to show their gratitude to
others. Most marriages here get started like this, believe it or
not," Altia explained.
	Jein felt someone take her hand, and looked up and there stood a
smiling Ilindora. She reached out a sculpted arm that seemed
impossibly slender to belong to a warrior and took Jein by the
hand. The bust concealed by her top was modest, but her trim
belly seemed to go on forever in the flickering light of the
fire.
	"I'd like it very much if you'd spend the night with me, Jein,"
Ilindora said, hopefully. "To thank you for saving me, and
hearing my pitiful little story."
	"...yes, I'd like that too," Jein smiled and Ilindora's eyes
danced in the glow of the fire. Ilindora skipped over to a
particularly large tent, cutting off another couple on the way
into it. Inside was a plush bedroll and a small oil lamp that
hadn't been lit. Ilindora vanished back outside and Jein kicked
off her boots. A minute later Ilindora came back with a pair of
plates laden with food. She offered one to Jein, who took it but
set it aside and pulled Ilindora down on the bedroll beside her.
	The elf squealed and blushed. "To think I heard you were looking
totally miserable last night. I thought I'd have to spend an hour
getting you worked up."
	"Yeah, well...last night I was thinking all that only worked out
because I got an opportunity I wasn't expecting, you know? That I
hadn't really done a lot, myself, to make my first quest succeed.
First quest, god, listen to me. Anyway, after they showed up and
thanked me it kind of occurred to me there's more than one way to
have a successful...quest."
	Ilindora nodded. "Enemies are easy to come by, friends a little
harder."
	"Oooh, that's deep," Jein smirked, then reached behind Ilindora
and undid the flimsy fastening keeping her top on.
	Ilindora gasped and said in a voice that Jein sure she was
blushing, "So we're just going to jump right into it?"
	"Yep," Jein grinned in the faint light that made it through the
walls of the tent. "I want to work up an appetite." She reached
up and grabbed Ilindora's breast and gave them a squeeze.
Ilindora yipped and leaned forward, her breasts mashing into
Jein's groping hands. Jein dragged her partner in close with that
death-grip on the elf's breasts, then nuzzled along Inlindora's
cleft.
	While she did, Ilindora slowly rubbed her supple hands down
Jein's back, to her waist, and then grabbed the hem of her shirt
and started dragging it up Jein's torso. Jein laughed and
released her hold on her partner's breasts to let that partner
pull her shirt all the way off. Her breasts bounced free.
	Ilindora pressed her attack on Jein, leaning forward to mash
their breasts together and hooked her fingers into the waist of
Jein's pants and started to shimmy them down. Jein did the same
with Ilindora's skirt and the two laid back to make the process
of stripping each other possible, if awkward, while keeping their
chests in contact.
	"You know, a girl could really start to feel insignificant being
naked around you," Ilindora whispered as she finally was forced
to slip down and finish tugging Jein's pants off.
	"Then I guess I'm not working hard enough to make her feel
incredible," Jein said as she tossed Ilindora's skirt over her
shoulder. She laid Ilindora on her side, and then laid on her
side as well, with her face between Ilindora's thighs. With no
hesitation whatsoever, Jein pressed her lips to Ilindora's cunt
and licked.
	Ilindora yelped, and Jein smiled up at her. "Bet they heard that
one in the next tent. Let's try for the one after." Jein slurped
again, harder. Ilindora bit her lip as if trying to avoid giving
the human the satisfaction, then lifted Jein's leg and jammed her
face into Jein's groin. She sucked hard on the slit, then
tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue up against it.
	Jein grinned at this sudden courage on the elf's part and
rewarded it a sweep of her tongue. Up and down, up and down, and
after a moment she felt Ilindora's cunt begin to part.
	That was all the invitation Jein needed. She stabbed with her
tongue at the tiny opening. Ilindora moaned pitifully and Jein
jabbed again, harder. The slit widened a little more, and widened
still more after Jein lapped it several more times, the elf
moaning between each sweep of her partner's tongue.
	Ilindora slurped quickly and awkwardly at Jein's own pussy, as
if not to be outdone. Jein giggled and looked up at her. "Don't
try so hard, sweetie. It's not a contest. We're both supposed to
have fun, right?"
	"Sorry, I'm really new... to this."
	"Be forceful if you want, but take it slow. We've got all
night," Jein advised.
	"Okay," Ilindora replied with a blush.
	"No problem. Let me show you a couple things to try out on
Mithil when you see her."
	Jein sank her fingers into Ilindora's thin backside to pull her
pelvis closer, then settled into another session of slow,
passionate caresses with her tongue over Ilindora's  glistening
folds. Ilindora stifled a moan by pressing her face deeper into
Jein's muff, timidly laying a slow lick of her own. Jein groaned
and her hips shook a little, and Ilindora lapped again. The elf
started to pull her head back in surprise as her tongue touched
the ribbon of wet arousal she found running down Jein's inner
thigh.
	Something short and stubby prodded lightly at Ilindora's asshole
and she jerked in surprise, her face ricocheting off Jein's thigh
a mashing her face into Jein's groin. Jein grunted from the
impact but eased her thumb up against and then into Ilindora's
asshole, eliciting a scream from the elf. Passion such as she'd
never felt came over the elf and she drove her tongue as deep as
she could into Jein's yawning muff, even as Jein slurped right
back at Ilindora's succulent, sodden folds.
	All of a sudden Ilindora screamed, throwing back her head and
erupting with sticky white sauce all over Jein's face. Her body
shook and convulsed for a minute before she rolled onto her back
and looked up at Jein, a sheepish grin on her reddened face.
	"I bet the girls you're with usually last longer," the elf
panted.
	"Ilindora...that was your first time, wasn't it?"
	She nodded. "I'd been hoping I could find Mithil, and do it with
her, but I stopped feeling so self-conscious about, well...loving
a blood relative the way I do after I met you. I wanted to thank
you."
	 "You're welcome. And how about I give you some training to last
longer when you do go down on her?" Jein offered with a grin she
doubted Ilindora could see.
	"I thought I was supposed to be the one rewarding you...,"
Ilindora giggled, then moaned softly as Jein laid down atop her
and pressed their bare forms together again. Their moans of
pleasure joined those wafting out from the adjoining tents.

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	Jein's walk was stiff and her clothes and hair rumpled as she
exited the tent a few hours after dawn. She stumbled past the
remains of the bonfire and over to the tables beyond where a
pitcher of water still stood among a few scraps that birds were
picking over scraps of the previous night's banquet. Gratefully
Jein poured herself a drink and took it all down in one swig.
	Her stomach growled at her, and she groaned back. All that food
Ilindora had brought back, and Jein hadn't even thought about it
in favor of screwing until they both fell unconscious. It was
sure to be ice cold by then.
	As her stomach grumbled again and she walked achingly slowly
back to the tent, Jein smiled to herself. She'd earned that
hunger, and helped a hot girl feel more sure of herself. It had
been a good night.
	Back in the tent she sorted the meat, that was already starting
to smell, onto its own plate that she set outside and gathered
all the fruit and vegetables on another and bit into something
that looked like a purple apple.
	It had a slightly bitter taste, but some a rich undertone to the
flavor that made Jein take another bite. While she was savoring a
mouthful of this weird fruit Ilindora stirred next to her and
opened her eyes just a crack.
	"Morning..."
	"Morning," Jein smiled lightly, and ran a hand over Ilindora's
side. "You okay? I never took a virgin five times in one night
before."
	"I'm fine. Do you really do this all the time?"
	"Well, I have been, yeah. I banged my sisters, and I banged
Sereda before you guys came and found us in that cave, and then
she and I banged again after you left the stream, and...well,
yeah."
	"Mmmmm," Ilindora sighed a pleased sigh and sat up. "Then I
must've learned a lot last night."
	"I don't know, I'm kind of new at actually doing this stuff,"
Jein admitted. "Mostly I've just watched it."
	Ilindora gaped at her. "You watch people have sex?"
	"Yeah. Back home there's a whole industry built around it."
	"Oh my," Ilindora blushed and looked away. "I really must've
learned a lot last night." She leaned over and cupped Jein's
cheek to pull her into a warm kiss. "Thank you, Jein."
	"Believe me, it was my pleasure."

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	A few hours later Jein had rounded up her sisters and Altia
along with a group of other elderly elves in white robes had led
them to a circle of miniature trees about a mile away from the
elves' village. In the northern edge of the circle was a flat
purple stone.
	Altia motioned for the three of them to step onto the stone, and
then she and the other elves spread out to surround the circle
and raised their arms to the sky. They started a slow chant, but
Altia regarded the sisters one last time before she joined in.
"Thank you again," she said.
	Then Altia called out in the lilting language of the elves, her
voice joining the others. The trees, the grass, the elves
themselves turned white, and then Jein felt herself floating.
	It was a lot like when she'd been brought to Akton in the first
place, but no rushing winds tore off her clothes, and she didn't
feel anything bulging out to replace her current anatomy. Instead
she was drifting through a cloud. And to her horror she looked
around and grabbed at the air, but her sisters were nowhere to be
seen.
	Some kind of force guided her through the cloud to a marble
balcony floating in the air. As soon as her boots touched it, the
clouds covering everything rapidly cleared away. The sky was
pink, and the balcony led up to a marble arch, beyond which she
could see a palace made of the same marble of the balcony and
arch, but with minarets of gold topping the towers at is four
corners.
	Jein's attention was seized not by the architecture, however,
but by the woman leaning against the arch. She had soft pink hair
that was so soft as to almost look more like some kind of fog,
tossed gently to one side by a breeze Jein didn't feel. She was a
voluptuous specimen to be sure, with her wide hips and large
chest, rivaling Jein's own.
	This was easy to tell because she was totally naked, and looked
totally at ease with it.
	"Hello, Jein," she smiled.
	"Who are you?"
	The woman chuckled and her smile somehow got even brighter. "I'm
your father, of course."
