Готовый перевод История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: 35. Неприятные воспоминания королевы эльфов

The unpleasant memories of the Elf Queen.

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The ringing of the morning bell, heralding the beginning of a new day, broke through the morning slumber, causing the young girl with long blond hair to stretch unhappily and bury her face in her pillow. She didn't want to get up. I wanted to lie in such a soft and pleasant bed longer. Just for a couple of minutes. Just a little...

"Lena! Get up! Stop sleeping."

The voice of her cousin and best friend came from the other side of the wide double bed. No, just a little more...

"Lena!"

The girl felt her bare feet touched and lightly tickled by the fingertips. She twitched and tried to wrap herself tightly in the blanket.

"Shaal, leave me alone, let me sleep for another five minutes....."

"Well, if you don't want to do it the easy way."

Her cousin's voice flashed a mischievous note. Lena, or rather Magdalena, felt the thin and light blanket being pulled off her. The next moment the girl squealed indignantly and was piled on top of her, pressing her against the bed.

"Shaal! All right, all right! Stop it. I'm getting up, leave me alone! Shaal, I don't want to now... Shaal..."

Her attempts at sluggish resistance were skillfully thwarted by her more agile and stronger cousin. She wrapped her legs around Lena's kicking legs and gagged her with a kiss, ignoring her displeased mooing. At the same time, she used one hand to reach into the open collar of her thin nightgown of fine snow-white silk and kneaded her cousin's large breasts. With her other hand, Schaal pulled up the hem of the nightgown and slid her palm between Lena's legs, over the small triangle of light golden hair and below. Running her fingers between her cousin's lower lips, Schaal smiled contentedly and broke the kiss:

"Liar. I can see how you don't want to!"

Her response was a loud moan, which was almost immediately interrupted by another kiss. She again penetrated Lena's mouth with her tongue and began to explore it vigorously. At the same time, Schaal began to rub her cousin with two fingers between her legs and caress her breasts, playing with her hardened nipples. Lena finally stopped resisting and began to willingly respond to her lover's caresses. Soon a loud moaning sounded in the spacious bedroom. Lena bent her legs at the knees and clung to her cousin's hair with one hand and to the snow-white sheets with the other. Which they were no longer, heavily stained with love juices. Releasing her cousin from her embrace, Schaal lay down beside her, throwing her leg over her and stroking her belly. Lena, on the other hand, leaned back and lay still, breathing heavily. When she regained her breath, she pulled the night blindfold off her eyes and turned unhappily to her cousin, who was watching her with a predatory smile:

"If you want to get laid, spend the night with your boyfriend instead of me!"

Schaal responded by changing her predatory smile to a mischievous one and kissed Lena cheerfully on the lips:

"It is my duty, as a loyal servant of the Sun-Face, to take care of my little sister. At least until a worthy groom can be found for you. Haldar understands that and has no objection to my sleeping with you."

At the same time, Schaal continued to playfully stroke her cousin's stomach moving lower to the small triangle of light golden hair, and then higher to the heavy heaving breasts.

"He understands that you want love and affection too. We all do. That's why I'm taking care of you, my dear, to the best of my ability."

Twisting around, Schaal settled on top of the panting Lena, tossed her long hair behind her back, and kissed her playfully on the lips again:

"Be patient, I'm sure there will soon be a worthy servant of the Sun-Face who will be allowed to pick your rose."

"You've been making out with Haldar for two years!"

Giggling, Shaal kissed her cousin affectionately again and ran her palm through her hair, brushing a strand away from her face:

"To each their own, honey. All right, come on, time to get up!"

At Lena's doomed moan, Shaal got off her, kissed her again, went to the wide windows, and pulled open the thick curtains of light fabric. At the same moment the entire spacious bedroom, furnished with good furniture, was flooded with the bright light of two suns at once. Behind her, Lena got off the bed, yawned sleepily, and stretched, standing on tiptoe. Taking a few steps forward, she froze in the sunlight. As soon as they touched her body, her whole body literally glowed, lighting up the room even more. Her long, light golden hair, which reached her waist, flashed especially brightly and began to flutter as if in the wind. A particularly bright wave of light traveled through it, from root to tip, cleansing and straightening it. The same wave traveled from her breasts and all over Lena's body. Her skin glowed even more, and she felt the heat and pure power of the sun. She seemed to be literally absorbing the light of both suns, filling herself with their power. She even lifted into the air, hovering above the floor. But it didn't last long, no more than ten heartbeats, after which the glow faded. Lena carefully lowered herself to the floor, with her hair already perfectly brushed and styled, invigorated and completely cleansed, as if after a good bath. Shaal, who had to comb her hair, which was as long as Lena's, with a bone comb, only clucked her tongue:

"It's good to be Bright One ..."

Smiling contentedly, her cousin sang cheerfully:

"To each their own, honey."

Then the girl went to a tall closet in the corner of the room, where several sets of white and gold clothes hung neatly. All of them were made of expensive overseas silk, with numerous embroidered ornaments symbolizing the sun and its celestial cycle. A sure sign of a very high step in the hierarchy of sun worshippers. Such robes could be worn only by the Elder Priestesses and Priests, marked by the attention of the Sun. Another set of the same robes was lying partly on the sofa, partly on the floor. Along with it was a very expensive lingerie, also made of white silk, sewn according to elven fashion. Dark elf fashion, to be exact. Dark-elven women, to be more precise. For though their people had long ago exchanged the Light for the eternal Darkness, it was not wrong to borrow something from them. Dark elves were unrivaled experts in how to emphasize the beauty of a woman's body, surpassing even their light kin. Even though the latter never openly admitted it.

Lena threw her nightgown on the floor, pulled clean clothes from the closet drawer, and began to dress. Behind her back, Shaal had already brushed her hair, performed an ablution with the water-controlling magic wand, and put on her own robes, which, unlike her cousin, she had stacked neatly in one of the guest chairs. They were also white and gold, but more modest, and not so richly embroidered with golden ornaments. She also wore several garters in addition to her clothes, with attached scabbards with throwing knives, needles, and disposable battle amulets. The whole set was hidden in the girl's robes, becoming completely invisible. From the outside, she looked like an ordinary servant of the Sun-Face, albeit of a higher-than-average rank

When her cousin finished putting on her long stockings, Shaal silently walked up to her and wrapped both arms around her from behind, eliciting a loud shriek of surprise. Squeezing Lena's large breasts in her palms, she lifted them up slightly, as if weighing fruit at the market. Laying her head on her friend and lover's shoulder, Shaal said doubtfully:

"Hey, are you sure you're the Bright One? It sounds more like your father shared a bed with a Life Giver incarnate, not a Sun Herald...."

"Shaaaal! How can you say that?! Let go! Stop it, Shaaal!"

With a giggle, the girl released the tits of a flushed Lena again, pinching her nipples one last time:

"I'm just kidding, I've got a naughty tongue, and sometimes it does stupid things. Don't be angry with me, my dear."

Bringing her lips close to her cousin's ear, she whispered languorously:

"Would you like me to redeem myself with this naughty tongue tonight?"

"Shaal! Enough already!"

A quiet knock on the door interrupted the second round of girl's mischief. With a squeak, dressed in just her stockings, Lena hurriedly grabbed a white cotton robe from the closet. Shaal, who had already managed to dress, came to the tall and massive door and began to remove the deadbolt:

"Come on in girls, we're almost done... Oops!"

Seeing the guest standing in the doorway, Shaal froze for a moment, but then regained her composure and performed a deep bow:

"Good morning, Reverend Mother."

In the bedroom doorway stood a tall woman, with short and perfectly white hair, intense blue eyes, and impeccable posture. She was dressed in closed white-and-gold robes, bearing abundant solar symbolism. They favorably emphasized the guest's slender waist and high breasts. The strangers would not have given her more than forty years, considering her figure and perfect skin without a single wrinkle. In fact, she was much older. But no one preferred not to say that out loud. She smiled and bowed her head slightly at the sight of the girl who greeted her:

"Good morning, Shaal."

Her voice was warm and maternal, but her blue eyes were intense as if they could see right through you. The way she stood, the way she held herself, her whole demeanor was that of a woman accustomed to command and not tolerant of disobedience or insubordination. Lena, who had managed to get into her robe, bowed politely to the guest:

"Good morning, Reverend Mother."

The smile on the guest's lips grew a little wider:

"Good morning to you too, Magdalena."

The woman's gaze slid over the frozen girls. The cousins were very much alike. Long blond hair, slender, tall, generously endowed in all the right places - just beautiful. But if Lena's hair was more gold, then Shaal's hair was closer in color to ash. The eyes of the Brightened girl were brighter, more intense, like azure. In addition, they literally glowed from within. Her cousin's eyes were also blue, but not as bright. Their figures were also different. Lena was more feminine, with somewhat larger breasts and hips. Shaal, on the other hand, was slimmer, with a subtle predatory grace in her movements.

"I see you're awake already. That's good. Magdalena, they're waiting for you in the First Temple for morning prayer."

"Of course! I'm almost ready!"

Bright One threw off her robe and hurried to get dressed. She was not the least bit embarrassed by the guest who had raised her since childhood. The Reverend Mother's gaze slid over her nearly naked body, lingering for a moment on her still-hard nipples and rosy cheeks. Turning to her cousin, she continued:

"You, Shaal, I'll ask you to come with me first. We have some business to discuss."

"Of course, Reverend Mother, I am at your complete disposal."

Waiting until Magdalena was fully dressed and wearing the gold jewelry bearing the sun's symbolism, the guest gave her an appraising look, smiled faintly, and nodded briefly:

"You look lovely, my girl. You can go. Our sisters and brothers are waiting downstairs, they'll show you out. They're waiting for you downstairs."

"Thank you, Reverend Mother. See you after morning prayer, Shaal."

"See you later, Lena."

The Reverend Mother glanced at the girl as she left, then gestured for Shaal to follow. When they left the dormitories, which were in the center of a separate sector of the ring of buildings surrounding the First Temple, a couple of servant girls came in and began to tidy them up. From the outside, they looked like ordinary girls, as there were in any of the Sun-Face's nunneries. But an experienced eye could easily recognize the same predatory grace in their movements as in Shaal's. In addition to cleaning, they were also checking out the various trinkets or decorations that abounded in the bedroom. It was part of a powerful defense designed to keep the female inhabitants safe.

After descending the wide staircase to the floor below, the two women made their way down the corridor to the Reverend Mother's office. On the way, they met the rare novices and junior priestesses who bowed their heads respectfully. Men were very rare in the capital's women's monastery, where the best and most worthy of the Sun-Face's followers were selected. There were only a few of them permanently, and many secretly envied them with black envy. At the door of the Reverend Mother's office, one of these few lucky men was waiting for the two women. He was a young and handsome young man, dressed in the impeccable robes of a junior priest, with short blond hair and blue eyes. In his hands, he held several sealed tubes. As the high-ranking priestess and her companion approached, he made a perfect deep bow and said politely:

"Good morning, Reverend Mother. Sister Shaal."

"Good morning, Brother Falnar."

After greeting her faithful assistant, the Reverend Mother touched the tall doors carved with solar ornaments. A wave of light ran through the wood, and the doors opened with a low creak. Behind them was a small windowless reception room. A desk, several cabinets of books and scrolls, and a bench for waiting guests. A huge mosaic occupies the entire ceiling depicting a human silhouette against the bright sun. As the guests appeared, it began to emit sunlight, illuminating the room. After grabbing his tubes, Falnar took a seat at the desk and began pulling work supplies from the drawers. Shaal and the Reverend Mother went to the next door. Behind them was her office. A desk and a pair of guest chairs occupied most of the circular room, which was also windowless. The ceiling, as in the reception area, was decorated with a mosaic depicting the Sun-Face. When they sewed it inside, it too began to glow, illuminating the room with warm sunlight. At the same time cutting it off from the rest of the world. Seating herself at the table, the Reverend Mother pointed Shaal to one of the guest chairs and said:

"Have a seat, Schaal. How's Magdalena feeling?"

"Good, Mother. Cheerful, lively, everything as usual. Except I have to drag her out of bed by her legs, she likes to sleep."

"I noticed you were already indulging in some girlish fun this morning. The night before, too, I presume?"

In response, Schaal merely waved her hands, not the least bit embarrassed by the question:

"Lena is no longer a girl, Mother. Many of her peers and friends, with whom she grew up together, are already nursing their firstborns. Some of them have several children already. She, too, wants to find the one she loves and become a mother. And the pleasures of the flesh that go along with it. Blaming her for that is silly."

A faint wistfulness flashed in the Reverend Mother's blue eyes:

"Of course not. But it's easier said than done. We have enough worthy candidates who want to become her spouse and have achieved considerable success in the service of the Eternal Sun. But in Magdalene's case, a marriage of convenience is unacceptable. There must be mutual love, and this is much more difficult... Your own chosen one, Shaal, surely you don't mind that you spend so many nights with her and not with him?"

"Haldar understands, Mother, and doesn't mind, I assure you. We agreed with him that we'd have a child after Lena was married."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. In that case, you may go, my dear. Keep looking after Magdalena and, if necessary, quench her desire for intimacy."

"Of course, Mother."

With a polite bow, Shaal left the office of one of the highest-ranking priestesses of the Sun. When the doors closed behind her, she let out a sad sigh and leaned back in her chair. Who would have thought that one of the most difficult assignments of her career would be finding a groom for a young girl? It was good that Magdalena had been equally interested in boys and girls since she was a teenager. Otherwise, she would have been in a lot more trouble, especially as she began to blossom into a woman. It was doubly fortunate that her interest in Shaal had been shown, and triply fortunate that it was mutual. At least she wouldn't have to worry so much that the girl would take a moment and in a fit of passion, drag some cute boy in her bed. Speaking of handsome novices. The Reverend Mother's lips touched a slight smile and she touched the special amulet built into the table and called out:

"Falnar, come to me."

A few seconds later, her assistant entered the office with several scrolls. Nodding to the guest chair, Reverend Mother said:

"Have a seat. Any news on the missing Senior Emissary of the Forest?"

"None, Reverend Mat..."

Making a defiantly stern face, she cut the aide off halfheartedly:

"Falnar! I told you. If we're alone..."

After hesitating, the aide hastily corrected himself and looked a little embarrassed:

"I beg your pardon, Mistress Aurora....."

He's so cute when he blushes. So sweet.

"There's still no news. None of our agents have been able to find any traces or leads. None of our informants know anything. The Inquisitorium hasn't been able to find a single clue either, though Archilictor Meyer has even enlisted the Skaven in the search for the missing man. He has officially asked for our help in the investigation."

A shadow ran across Reverend Mother's face:

Let the honorable archilictor know that we will assist him in any way possible.

After being silent for a few seconds, Aurora spoke softly:

"I don't like this at all. Kidnapping such a high-ranking elf right in the middle of Iyastar... Whoever managed to pull something like that is a serious threat."

"I daresay again, Mistress Aurora, that all this may be part of another intrigue of the elves themselves. The perfidy and cunning of the firstborn have long been legendary, as has their dislike for those who serve the cause of the Eternal Sun."

"It doesn't look like it... His Eminence's First Aide held direct talks with the Supreme Emissary of the Forest and his colleagues the day after Arendal disappeared. They know nothing of his fate; his disappearance is a complete surprise to them. The truth of their words was confirmed on the Oath Keeper's altar. And they also suspected us of kidnapping him."

A shadow ran across the aide's face as well. A shadow of annoyance:

"If only. Getting that long-eared man in the confessional would be very interesting."

"I agree, the Senior Emissary knows a lot of interesting things... Hmmm... Until we know what happened to him there will be a heightened security regime. Have at least two more sisters watch over Magdalena. And ask the honorable Dragna to assign a dozen brothers from the Order of the Lightbringers to provide additional security for our cloister. From among the most honorable and... morally upstanding."

A smile slid across the aide's lips:

"It will be done, Mistress Aurora."

"Okay. What about my children?"

The aide laid out several scrolls in front of the boss and began his report:

"So far, everything is normal and within expectations. The Seventh and Sixth Daughters had successfully reached the hidden shrine on the western coast of the Middle Sea. There, they were met by the Tenth Son and his assistants. They set to work, but preparing for retribution would take a long time."

Aurora squinted unkindly:

"It's all right, we can wait. Damien Os'olon will pay for his greed and lust. He was warned that trading our kidnapped brothers and sisters is an extremely dangerous endeavor. Let the children proceed with extreme caution and prepare everything carefully. The retribution must be exemplary to discourage others like him from profiting from our grief."

"Of course, Mistress Aurora."

"Anything else?"

"The Third Daughter and the Eighth Son continue to tacitly guard Brother Helgerd on his pilgrimage to the East. So far they have had no major problems, Chief Troak has welcomed our preachers into his lands and guaranteed them safety on his part. This has been aided not a little by generous gifts. Brother Helgerd's successes, unfortunately, are still very modest. The Steppe and Orcs have long been mostly Horgval's flock..."

At the mention of the Eternally Fighting One who never put his sword in its scabbard, the high-ranking priestess of the Sun-Face visibly frowned:

"If only they would..."

The aide understood the boss half-worded and allowed himself a satisfied smile:

"Speaking of the inhabitants of the Ice Islands. I have good news. The Tenth and Eleventh Daughters returned tonight and with good news. They await your audience."

Aurora's thin eyebrows rose upward:

"Is that so? That's really very good news. Invite them over."

"One moment."

Touching the connection amulet, Falnar closed his eyes, sending a mental call. A moment later, there was a cautious knock on the door of the reception room. Rising to his feet, the Reverend Mother's assistant left the office and soon returned, accompanied by two women dressed as sister ministers. One of them was a human woman, with a stern Nordic face, long copper hair gathered into a thick braid, yellow eyes, and a powerful build. Her muscles could not hide even the novice's robes. She had four deep and long-healed wounds on her cheek scars from clawing. The second person who entered the office seemed to be the exact opposite. A young girl, slender, delicate, almost weightless against the Nordic woman. She had a fair face skin, blue eyes, blond straight hair, and pointed ears. The daughter of a human aristocrat from the northwestern coast of the Middle Sea and an elven woman. Against the background of her powerful and fierce comrade, she seemed absolutely helpless. But this impression was quite deceptive. Stopping in front of the Reverend Mother, they made synchronized bows and said:

"May the Eternal Sun never fade over you, Reverend Mother."

"And may it forever light your way, my daughters. Falnar informs me that your journey to the Ice Coast was a success?"

The red-haired northerner grinned contentedly, showing off her snow-white teeth with slightly larger fangs than normal humans:

"The Eternal Sun has favored us, Mother! Arstein the Raiders will never again cross the borders of the Bright Lands, nor will they cause grief to any of our brothers and sisters!"

Her fragile companion allowed herself a much more restrained smile:

"It was not easy, Mother, but we were able to bring him retribution for the ruined Northern Border Monastery. The help of the Thirteenth and Second Son made it much easier to prepare for retribution."

After those words, the smile on the half-elf's face faded:

"But I'm afraid his death won't change anything. His sons and middle daughter announced at his funeral that they would avenge their father's death. Ingvar the Torturer publicly promised to drown the Bright Lands in blood."

Aurora's blue eyes became colder than the northern skies.

"I didn't doubt it for a second. Arstein had raised his children to be worthy of himself. Well, let them try. We've learned from the Northern tragedy, and it won't happen again. But I doubt they'll care about us anytime soon. First, they will surely fight among themselves over their father's inheritance. How did the other Jarls of the Ice Islands react to Arstein's death?"

"Mostly with undisguised gloating and mockery. Some have called for a joint campaign to the Bright Lands. But so far the conversation has gone no further."

"Sad, but quite expected from the followers of Horgwal, who recognizes no other payment for anything but iron and blood. Thank you, my Daughters. You have done your difficult duty admirably. You may rest tonight."

"Thank you, Mother."

After bowing, the girls turned and left the office. After waiting for them to leave Aurora turned to her assistant:

"Are there any more reports?"

"Nothing urgent at the moment, Mistress Aurora."

A sly smile touched the Reverend Mother's lips:

"Good. In that case, let's move on to other business. More private."

Falnar understood his superior and with a satisfied smile, he headed for one of the cabinets against the wall. Opening one of the always locked drawers with his personal key, he began carefully pulling out its contents and placing them on a small tray. Meanwhile, Aurora leisurely rose to her feet. A couple of subtle movements and the long skirt of her white garment unbuttoned without the slightest problem, leaving Reverend Mother below the waist in just long stockings and medium-heeled shoes. Also white in color. She wasn't wearing any undergarments, though she had a good collection of elven fashion underwear. But it would only get in the way tonight. Carefully folding her skirt, the Reverend Mother placed it on the edge of the table and sat back in her chair. Dropping her shoes, Aurora threw her slender legs over the armrests, spreading them wide. Falnar, meanwhile, finished pulling out the contents of the crate and laid them out neatly on a small tray. A couple of pots of special creams and ointments, a couple of neatly folded small clean towels, a bowl enchanted to keep the water always hot. A bone-handled anointing and a dangerous razor made of the finest dwarven steel.

Falnar carefully placed the tray on her desk, took the small stool that served as Aurora's footstool, and sat between her spread legs. Taking the anointing, he quickly prepared the foam and began to carefully apply it to Reverend Mother's lower lips and the triangle of white hair just above. She outwardly remained perfectly calm as she watched her assistant. There was only a slight flush of blood to her cheeks and a slight increase in her breathing. Falnar finished applying the foam to Aurora's lower lips, accidentally tickling the most sensitive areas. Setting the anointing aside, he picked up the razor and opened it in one honed motion. The incredibly sharp dwarven-steel gleamed in the light of the mosaic, and Falnar used a steady hand to wield the sharp blade. When he ran it along the edge of Reverend Mother's lower lips, cutting away the short hairs, she exhaled involuntarily.

The sensation of the sharp blade held by another man's hand sliding across her cunt was incredibly arousing. One wrong move. One mistake or malice. And... Knowing exactly what his superior was thinking, Falnar swiftly slid the butt of the razor between his superior's lower lips without warning. Aurora exhaled involuntarily at the sensation of the sharp coldness in her innermost place, and for a moment she couldn't hold the indifferent image. Just for a moment. But it was enough to bring a sly smile to the face of her aide, who had studied her superior's predilections and tastes quite well. Falnar, as if nothing had happened, continued his work, confidently wielding the razor. In a few minutes, Aurora's pussy was pristinely smooth. And in place of the triangle of white hair was a small sun poked directly on her pubis. Putting the razor aside, Falnar took a towel and carefully wiped away the remaining lather. Still casually rubbing the most sensitive areas a little harder than the others. Aurora let out a barely audible sigh. After wiping her lower lips thoroughly, he knelt in front of her and ran the tip of his tongue over them, causing her to moan softly. Smiling contentedly, Falnar said with a sly smile, looking Aurora in the eye:

"At first glance, it looks flawless. But I suppose a more thorough inspection is required."

Instead of answering, the Reverend Mother buried her hand in the assistant's white hair and pressed it against her pussy. Without further conversation, she began to work her tongue. Already breathing heavily, Aurora leaned back in her chair, covering her eyes and biting her lip. With her free hand, she squeezed her breasts right through the fabric of her dress. Wonderful boy! It was about time she caught sight of him and took him into her care. If she had been too late, the Lightbringer Brothers or another High Priestess would have taken care of this young wonder. Squeezing her breasts a little harder, Aurora simultaneously brought her legs together, crossing them over Falnar's back and pressing her thighs against his head. With her other hand, she clutched at his hair, pressing the aide's face into her bosom. He responded by working his tongue and lips even harder. Soon, a loud moan resounded in the powerful priestess's office. Luckily, the defenses of the room cut off any sound, and it was easy to keep it down.

Breathing heavily, Aurora smoothly uncrossed her legs, releasing Falnar. The Reverend Mother's aide carefully rose to his feet, took a clean towel from the tray, and carefully wiped her face and her superior's pussy. Panting, she tugged him to her and kissed him demandingly. Falnar eagerly responded to the caress, simultaneously placing his right hand on Arvora's breast. She bit her lip lightly in response but did not interrupt her aide's impudence in any way. Falnar, without interrupting the kiss, skillfully unbuttoned the top part of his superior's robes and in one movement exposed her breasts, starting to squeeze them with both hands. The Reverend Mother kept up with him, and deftly relieved the assistant of the lower part of the robes, lightly squeezing his cock. Pulling away for a moment, Falnar, long since ready for business, gently entered his superior. Freezing for a moment with pleasure, he began to move smoothly, gradually increasing his pace.

Aurora wrapped her legs around him again and pulled him to her, resuming the kiss. She clutched at his hair with one hand, and with the other, she covered his palm, which he used to squeeze her breasts again. The Reverend Mother's office was filled with moans and sighs. At some point, Falnar picked his superior up in his arms and laid her back on the desk, sweeping the scrolls aside. Making himself comfortable, he broke off the kiss and switched to her breasts, moving his hips faster and faster. Aurora, who had long since dropped all pretense, moaned as she clutched Falnar's legs tightly and gripped his hair with both hands. He responded by biting down lightly on her hardened nipples, bringing her tits together, causing a particularly loud moan. Releasing them from his mouth, he kissed Aurora again and sped up sharply. Soon, the Reverend Mother's office was filled with two moans that merged into one. Then, there was silence.

They lay on the table in silence for several minutes, recovering their breath. Aurora stared at the mosaic that covered the ceiling, depicting the Sun-Face, to whose service she had devoted her life. Because of the nature of her chosen path and the power she had gained through years of following it, she had never been able to find a lover. Someone who would be her equal. The candidates were few and far between, and none had ever formed a permanent relationship with her. One died fighting the enemies of the Theocracy. Another chose someone else. A third refused to start a family, devoting himself fully to serving the cause of the Eternal Sun. In the end, she followed the advice of her now-deceased mentor. For as we know, young men grow up and grow old, but junior priests who have undergone the First Consecration never do.

Aurora smiled at her thoughts and gave Falnar a gentle pat on the head. The assistant, who had made himself very comfortable on her chest, pulled away with a twinge of regret and helped her to her feet. After that, he began to put himself and his superior in order. And just when they had just finished eliminating the last traces of the coitus (for it was not necessary to breed unnecessary rumors, as there were plenty of rumors about the women's cloisters), Aurora's personal communication amulet, built into her desk, emitted a quiet melody. Touching the control crystal, the Reverend Mother said mentally:

// I'm listening...

She stood motionless for about a minute, mentally communicating with an invisible interlocutor, then broke the connection and turned to the assistant:

"Falnar, let's go. We have a change of plans."

"Is something wrong, Mistress Aurora?"

"One of the Honorable Archillector Meyer's subjects has expressed a desire to talk. For some reason, to me."

The Reverend Mother's assistant immediately became extremely serious. Nodding, he walked over to one of the locked cabinets. Opening it and several drawers, Falnar pulled out a full set of protective and combat amulets. His superior had added a small but by no means powerful relic in addition to the same set. A small golden disk, with a large piece of amber inserted in the center, was consecrated on the altar of the First Temple and glowed with a warm, soft light. Hanging it around her neck over her robes, Aurora left the office with her assistant.

After descending a separate staircase to a closed underground floor, Reverend Mother went through a special tunnel to the dungeons directly beneath the First Temple. The armed brothers on duty at the entrance only said a brief hello to her, allowing the high priestess to pass through without any questions. Her assistant, on the other hand, received a couple of slanted glances in the back that clearly showed envy. Aurora and Falnar were already being greeted outside the powerful doors.

"Reverend Mother."

The head of the Inquisitorium, an elderly and thin man of considerable age, with short, almost completely gray hair, bowed politely. A couple of his aides made full bows to the high-ranking priestess. The latter bowed her head politely in return, and lowered her long salutations as well:

"Archilictor."

Falnar performed a full bow behind her back. The head of one of the two special services of the Northern Theocracy glanced at him briefly and made a short gesture:

"Please follow me."

The head of the second special service of the Sun-Face Theocracy followed her colleague. Their escorts followed in their wake. The two Archilictor's assistants glared at the unperturbed Falnar in the same way the brothers on duty at the entrance to the dungeons of the First Temple had glared at him. He didn't notice them. Or rather, he pretended not to.

"Do you know why she asked me to be the one to talk to?"

"No. We can only speculate as to what this thing has in mind. In my experience with her kind, she'll try to bargain her way out, but we can't be sure. Maybe she's planning some kind of evil deed."

"Is that possible, given her position?"

"Practically impossible. But when you're dealing with these things, you can never be sure of anything. So I'm going to have to ask you to be very careful. She's been relatively calm and normal lately. As far as that word goes for a creature like this. But this could all just be part of her plan."

"I'll keep that in mind, Archilictor."

Another corridor, brightly lit with magical lights, ended in a pair of powerful doors, heavily plated with metal. In front of them were five Lightbringer paladins on duty. All wearing armor and carrying weapons. The eldest of them gave a brief nod and an equally brief greeting:

"Reverend Mother, Archilictor."

"Brother Naidar."

After exchanging greetings, the Lightbringer gestured to his subordinates. They began to unlock the massive doors. Their commander, meanwhile, warned the new arrivals just in case:

"Be careful not to get too close. Just in case, stay behind us."

"Of course, Brother Naidar."

When the doors opened, the five paladins drew short but very powerful battle wands from their special pouches. Their round tips glowed brightly in the pure power of the sun. On the other hand, each of the paladins took a round shield, with the figure of the Sun-face against the sun disk on the front. Each of the images also glowed, forming a single protective field. With a coordinated movement, the five paladins stepped inside the spacious and circular room. It was completely empty, except for a single large cage of thick, consecrated steel bars embedded in the floor in the center of the room. Right beneath a huge, ceiling-wide mosaic of the same Sun-face against the sun. A bright ray of sunlight shone from the center of the mosaic exactly on the cage.

In addition, it was surrounded by two wide circles, mosaicked on the floor, representing the prayers of protection to the Sun. All of them glowed brightly, forming additional circuits of protection around the cage. In the cage itself, with her back on the stone floor, lay a nearly naked woman, dressed in pathetic scraps of clothing. She was thin, her ribs clearly visible, her hair tangled with white blonde hair like many northern women. With her hands behind her head and her left leg bent, her right leg held upright. So that the shadow of the foot fell across her face, shielding her eyes from the sunlight beating down from the ceiling. As Archilictor and Reverend Mother approached the outer circle under the cover of the Lightbringer paladins, the woman spoke cheerfully:

"I only called for my mother, and the grandfather showed up..."

Abruptly, the woman rolled over from her back to her stomach, placed both palms under her chin, and arched her back so that her bare feet rested on her shoulder blades. It was as if she had no spine at all. The reason for this incredible flexibility wasn't natural talent or the result of long training. Bright yellow eyes, with dark red cross pupils, the same color small and sharp horns sticking out of her forehead. Longer and sharper fangs in the mouth, and claws instead of fingernails. A long and flexible tail protruding from her tailbone completed her appearance.

"Have you come to punish me, Grandpa Meyer? Oh, I've been a bad girl, a very bad girl! You can punish me as much as you want!"

The possessed woman's voice sounded playful in addition to amused. She spread her bent legs slightly apart, showing her lower lips. The tip of her long ponytail swept across them. The Reverend Mother gave her a cold stare and mentally cringed in disgust. The Inquisitorium had been tracking this demon spawn for years. The creature, summoned by a juvenile idiot because of unrequited love, was old, experienced, and powerful. She managed to covertly organize her summoning into the real world, appearing to the idiot in dreams and instructing him, explaining what to do and how to do it. In every way, she fueled his lust, into which the young fool's love was quickly transformed. And then skillfully hid, taking over a human body, from the light of the Eternal Sun right in the capital and its vicinity. More than ten brothers and sisters became its victims. The creature was in no hurry, preferring the quality of its victims to their quantity. At the same time, it was preparing several escape routes for itself, realizing that sooner or later it would be on its trail. She did not organize a cult around herself or for the glory of her master and gather followers, as her kind usually did. That made it hard to get on her trail. But the creature hadn't expected the degree of dedication of the Sun-Face's followers. Or rather, it had underestimated it.

One of the junior priestesses serving in the Inquisitorium willingly sacrificed herself in order to catch the demon spawn. The soul of the girl, appreciating her sacrifice, was taken by the Sun-Face. And her soulless body was filled with divine power, turning it into a trap for the demoness. Into which she fell, unable to resist such a temptation. A young priestess, loyal to the cause of the Eternal Sun, with a pure soul and strong faith. But suffering from an unrequited and forbidden passion for her younger colleague and distant relative. Noticeably younger than her. The bait was prepared perfectly, the servants of the Inquisitorium did their best, knowing well the demonic nature. And the creature took the bait. But the moment it tried to seduce its victim, the divine power that filled its soulless body said its word. Instead of drinking the soul of the young priestess, the demoness found herself pulled from her captured body into the girl's body and firmly sealed. The creature was unable to escape quickly to its homeworld and was captured by a squad of Inquisitorium exorcists.

But to their dismay, it was impossible to destroy the captured creature on the spot. Or rather, it would be extremely unproductive. The demoness was experienced and had prepared for the possibility of capture. Underestimated the reliability of the “trap”, yes. The measures taken in advance allowed her to quickly turn her new body into not only a prison but also a fortress. Its destruction would allow the demoness to avoid some of the blows and escape to her homeworld. Yes, at the cost of wasting much of the accumulated strength and human souls, but still escape. The inquisitor in command of the exorcist team made the decision to capture and seal her instead of destroying her. She was brought here, to one of the most secure dungeons, just beneath the First Temple. Here, in the rays of the Lesser Sun, she was to be destroyed, since even a reinforced body would not have saved her from the direct divine light. Saved possessed by the experience accumulated over many centuries of existence. Still, the creature assumed that it could be caught, and prepared for such an outcome. So it left some of its victims' souls virtually untouched. Saved them for when she returned home. And it was these that she offered to trade for her life. Otherwise, she threatened to destroy them.

The debate over her fate among the highest hierarchs of the Sun-Face lasted for several days, and ended with the appearance of the Solar Herald announcing his will. The creature was kept alive in exchange for a portion of the souls she had captured. The demoness bargained and haggled, of course, desperately and to the last, wearing out the nerves of Archilictor Mayer and the King Priest's assistants. In the end, the creature still bought his life, at the cost of part of her souls, among which, by the way, were not only followers of the Sun. All of them were purified by his light and found the long-awaited peace. The possessed woman began to spend her days in her cell, which the amount of light did not allow her to call a dungeon. She drove her warders mad with blasphemies, and at the same time strengthened her body-fortress-dungeon more and more, for she had enough strength despite her captivity and losses.

Archilictor, who did not react to the demonic creature's insulting words, only nodded to Aurora. Reverend Mother stepped forward but remained under the cover of the Lightbringer Paladins. She gave the demoness a cold stare and said in a voice devoid of emotion:

"You asked to talk to me. You got it. And I really hope you do have something to say, otherwise your imprisonment will become even less comfortable."

The possessed one made a sad, disappointed face and pouted her lips:

"Oh, Mammy, it's because you're so mean that you still don't have a man and won't get one. You have to be kinder, and then they'll come to you. No one likes a mean person, not even dark elves. You might actually become a mother."

Aurora's face remained unchanged, and the light from the ceiling brightened for a moment. The possessed woman twitched and wrinkled her nose in discomfort.

"My patience and time are not unlimited. If you really have something to say, say it."

"Tsk tsk... Oh, you won't find a husband, you won't...."

Shifting her feet from her shoulder blades to the floorboards, the possessed woman rose to her feet in a movement impossible for a normal person and straightened up, stretching.

"I just wanted to tell you something. It's fun here, but it's better at home. And I'm staying here late as it is."

"And what do you hope to buy your freedom with?"

Smiling predatorily and showing off her changed fangs, the possessed one replied in a cheerful voice:

"Certainly one of the most expensive items, Mammy."

Glancing over to Archilictor, Aurora shrugged:

"And whose soul do you expect to trade for your freedom? Or souls?"

The possessed woman's answer was unexpected. She laughed loudly and arched again so that her head was exactly between her legs:

"Oh, Mammy, what nonsense are you talking about? What souls? Oh, they're expensive, but knowledge is more valuable. If you have knowledge, you'll have souls and anything else you want."

Archilictor and Reverend Mother listening to her, looked at each other briefly again. Then Aurora answered:

"And what kind of knowledge are you willing to trade for your freedom?"

Straightening up once more, the possessed woman grinned contentedly:

"Well, for one, I could give you a hint as to who snatched your long-eared acquaintance right in the middle of your Shining City..."

There was a tense silence in the cell of the possessed. Very tense.

* * *

A puppet maid in a black and white dress clicked the heels of her shoes and made an inviting gesture.

"Please. Master is expecting you."

Curator and his companion stepped inside the laboratory and headed for the wide work table. Behind them, the powerful doors closed without a creak. Master at the table carefully rolled up a scroll written in calligraphic handwriting and set it aside. He nodded to the guests and pointed to the two guest chairs:

"How do you do? Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink or snack on?"

Curator shook his head negatively, and his companion replied in a powerful bass:

"Thank you, Master, I've already refreshed myself. I apologize for this sudden visit, but I had no other choice. I suppose you can guess why I came to see you."

The owner of the laboratory shifted his gaze to Curator who was trying to hide his nervousness, then to the second guest, and then answered:

"Of course. Because of the V-2 incident."

"Not really. It could be considered the beginning, the root cause, but that's not why I'm here."

Leaning forward, the guest looked intently into Master's eyes:

"I came here because of your conversation with the elves."

Master held his gaze calmly, and the guest continued:

"We all, Honorable Master, certainly appreciate your undoubted talent. But when we started this extremely, I emphasize, extremely risky and ambitious venture, we all, all of us, agreed that each of us would do strictly our own thing."

Turning to his companion, who was silent and trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, the guest continued:

"Yes, Curator made a mistake. A big mistake. The attempted evacuation of V-2 almost resulted in disaster."

Turning back to Master he continued:

"But your unauthorized conversation with the elves, Honorable Master, is a mistake of no lesser degree."

A faint shadow ran across the lab master's face, but he answered in a completely calm voice:

"I understand your concern, but I can assure you that I have taken every possible precaution to remain incognito. What's more, we now have a chance to largely negate the Elven threat. For the sake of saving their kin, they will agree to recall their Shadows, who I am absolutely certain are already in or near Iyastar. Perhaps even more than one."

His guest took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He ran his hand over his face and slowly, choosing his words carefully, said:

"With all my deepest, deepest respect for you, Master, such talk is none of your business. If the elves withdraw their elite agents, that's fine, I don't disagree. But it is not your place to conduct such an important negotiation. Especially not a negotiated one. You should have summoned Curator. He would have informed us, I would have taken appropriate measures, and prepared everything properly.

"I repeat, I have taken great care to ensure my safety. Of course, the long-eared tried to track me, but I thwarted their attempt. Demonstrably thwarted. Nothing to worry about."

There was another deep sigh from the guest, forced to speak very politely to someone who had made what he considered to be a very grave mistake. He was not at all used to this sort of thing.

"It's not only about tracking... You, Master, are an expert in magical practices, but not in the art of negotiations, including anonymous ones. Everything plays a role in them, absolutely everything! Every little thing. The way you speak, what you say, how you construct sentences! All this, if not thought out in advance, all these tiny details can give a clue about who you are and where to look for you. And the elves, I can assure you, know how to do all this, few can compare with their Secret Guards in this respect."

For the first time in the entire conversation, a shadow of concern, rather than displeasure, ran across Master's face. He spoke as slowly as his interlocutor:

That's something I really didn't foresee. But even if they understand something from the way I spoke, what can it give them, at least in theory? Nothing. I haven't lived in my homeland for a long time, nothing ties me to it anymore, and all ties and contacts are safely severed. Those who knew me before are sure I'm long dead. If the elves are looking for someone, they will look first of all in the direction of Neirat and its Academy. Which is a waste of time.

"Very well, if that is so, Honorable Master. I shall indeed be truly, truly happy about it. But we have no right to take any chances. So I insist that the next conversation with the elves take place with me present. If it is to be held at all. Also, I will ask you to provide a full recording of your conversation with the sharp-eared to understand what and how you told them. These creatures can pick up on any little thing..."

At that moment, a quiet melody sounded. Сurator, who was trying his best to appear as inconspicuous as possible, twitched and pulled out a small amulet from his inner pocket, a small binding amulet made and enchanted by Master himself. Clenching it in his fist, he sat motionless for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and jumped to his feet:

"We have a problem!"

* * *

The highly secured and safely isolated laboratory for magical practices located in the dungeons of the Secret Guard's building was crowded and tense. As was the case on this particular floor. In the center of the elaborate ritual circle, a naked Sivila sat on a plain wooden chair with a stone face and her arms folded across her chest. Not far away, in the center of the same circle and on the same chair, with the same stone face, in the same pose and also naked, sat Mirael. Around both elven women, two dozen magical figures flickered in the air, the directed light from which glided over their naked bodies. The magical figures that were part of the scanning weave were paying particularly close attention to their tits. To be more specific, their nipples. Finally, the glow surrounding the elven women faded and the figures disappeared. The queen, who sat motionless in her chair, glanced briefly at the Elder Enchantress, and then asked:

"Verdict?"

The magic master responsible for conducting a comprehensive and thorough inspection, who had been brought in earlier to work with Tiantrel, stepped away from the growth projection of both elven women's thin bodies glowing in the air and reported back:

"Nothing. It's okay."

Hearing those words, Sivila allowed herself to relax her equanimity just a little. Just a little:

"Then what in the name of the First Tree was that?! How could he do that despite all the defenses?!"

Ziandar, who had assisted in the inspection, removed the special enchanted eyepieces from his face that allowed him to see the minute structures of subtle bodies took the floor in place of his colleague:

"Narrowly focused sensitization, maximally concentrated..."

"Please, in plain language, honorable Ziandar!" Sivila couldn't stand it.

Mirael, as an Elder Enchantress and experienced practitioner, understood her colleague half-heartedly:

"He instilled in us the feeling of having our nipples pinched."

"I already figured that out, thank you. What I want to know is how did he do it. I was wearing an extremely powerful defense, and even more so you, which was designed to protect me from sensory influences as well!"

“By extreme concentration and narrow focus on the target areas of the body, combined with minimal force." Ziandar explained in a tired but calm voice,

Making a gesture the master of the School of Branding enlarged the projections of both elven women's thin bodies. In particular, the chest area.

"I'll give you a comparison. Your defense was like a chain mail. His blow was like a thin needle. It's too small for the rings to stop it. But it can't do any significant damage."

"The needles can be smeared with poison."

"Of course. But in our case, it wasn't a needle, it was a very authentic simulated sensation of nipple clenching. Your nerve endings picked it up and transmitted it to your brain as if you were actually being..."

"I hear you. Are you sure that's really all he did?"

"We've triple-checked the entire recording of the conversation. It was captured on ten crystals in different spectra. There were no other active influences from his side in your direction or the direction of the Elder Enchantress. It was a one-time influence. Extremely weak, and very narrowly focused. That's the only reason he succeeded. This kind of influence is actually a popular pastime among the gifted who master those schools of magic that are related to the influence on physical sensations. Nothing more."

The queen listening attentively to the master of magic, finally allowed herself to exhale and relax a little. Judging by the look on Mirael's face, her husband's mistress was feeling the same way.

"All right, then. In that case, Astra, would you be a dear and help me get dressed?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

The queen's bodyguard present during the whole complex set of checks, helped Sivila into her dress. Mirael dressed herself, with the help of magic. The Queen watching the Elder Enchantress hovering in the air above the floor as she put on her clothes, felt a small pang of envy. Such manipulations required considerable skill in controlling objects and a lot of practice. Otherwise, it was much easier to just tear your clothes than to put them on. But it looked pretty spectacular from the outside, it had to be admitted. Once fully dressed, Sivila ensured all the protective amulets were working properly and immediately felt much calmer. Turning to the masters of magic, the queen said:

"I thank you for your work. And I will ask you to prepare additional protection for the next negotiations with this Master."

"Of course."

"And at the same time,” said Mirael, who was also dressed, ”how he could see me and the others through the wall."

"Already. A separate element of “structure” aimed at enhancing the eyes."

"It couldn't have been enough..."

"It was reinforced by the artifact doll. Judging by the recorded magical fields and flows, it is capable of synergizing with Tiantrel's “structures”. We didn't expect this, usually something like this requires a completely different type of artifacts and amulets..."

Leaving the gifted kin to deal with the affairs of magic, Sivila left the laboratory and went to the neighboring office. Outwardly the queen was calm, inwardly she was quite uneasy. Because the joke of this cursed Master awakened extremely unpleasant memories of one long-ago incident. Her favorite aunt through long and cunning machinations managed to achieve that at the snap of her fingers, or rather when activating a special amulet, to make Sivila feel exactly the same sensations. Only even more vivid and intense, as if she had been grabbed by both nipples and twisted sharply. And of course, her beloved aunt used this fun at the most opportune moments, from her point of view. Neither the alchemy that suppressed feelings nor the protective amulets saved her. There was no way to block out the feeling of having your nipples twisted. How many embarrassing moments she had experienced in those days! Sivila was exhausted, trying to find the source of all the trouble on her own. It turned out to be in one of her favorite hairpins, where a weak enchanted crystal had been inserted instead of one of the stones. Virtually invisible. But because of its proximity to her head, allowed it to send a single sensation directly to her consciousness.

Oh, how mad she was in her chambers when she found the cause and the culprit. In fact, it was then that the queen was finally convinced that it was better to minimize her retinue as much as possible. At the same time, she began plotting her revenge on her aunt. And now, centuries later, it's happened again! And she had a special defense against such weak influences! But no one expected this, fearing a powerful mental attack, as there was no chance of a weak and systematic attack. Damn bastard! He was joking, you bastard! It was a great joke, oh, it was great. She won't forget it, no.

When she entered the office next to the laboratory, where work was also in full swing, the queen nodded to Third sitting at his desk and reading another report. The head of the elven Secret Guard only raised an eyebrow questioningly, to which Sivila replied:

"Complete order, he applied a narrowly focused sensitization of extreme concentration but minimal power, and nothing more."

The magically gifted aide of Third, who heard such a clear formulation from the lips of the queen, who did not like such official language, almost choked with surprise. But he immediately pulled himself together. His superior did not react to Sivila's words in any way, only nodded briefly and said laconically:

"I warned you."

"The risk was justified."

"I agree."

"Did you find out anything?"

"My linguistic analysts say that it is highly likely that our Master comes from lands either north or northwest of the Middle Sea. Provided his manner of speech was not a game designed to confuse us."

"That's something."

"I agree. But that's not what's important right now."

The queen was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said:

"I think we should agree to his terms. We withdrew Melody as he requested. And Luaval and Darendil's team will remain in Iyastar and continue to operate."

Third said thoughtfully:

"I don't like it. Is he so cocky that he doesn't consider anyone below the Shadows a threat to him at all? Or does he actually have reason to be?"

"Until we know who he really is, there's no point guessing. The fact that he is powerful in magic is certain. But even the strongest of the gifted, who rightfully bear the title of archmage, are neither omnipotent nor immortal. Raistar is a prime example of that."

"And he's not the only one."

"I agree. So?"

Pausing for a few seconds, Third made a decision for and nodded:

"I agree. But let's not call off Melody right away. Let's try to stall for time, and bargain for guarantees. Perhaps, in the end, we'll be able to establish a dialog with this mysterious Master."

"Then it's decided. In that case, we'll prepare for new negotiations."

* * *

Author's Note:

Ugh, I finally got this one done for today! (Glances at clock)

Well, almost. Okay, 22 FB pages. And Sivila's screen time is once again being shamelessly stolen. But, at least, I finally managed to introduce some long-established characters into the story. And the lemons in this chapter are okay, too. Because in case anyone forgot, I wrote a pwp hentai with naked elves and goblins! Yes!

That's it.

What else is there to say? There will be a lot of pictures, all of them won't fit here, some of them will be in the comments. As always, many thanks to the waiters, commenters and editors. You are the impetus for my muse!

Pictures:

Magdalena, aka Lena, aka Enlightened, aka Holy Maiden:

A few concepts of her mom's:

Schaal:

The cousins are together:

What the Theocracy's philistines think is going on in closed nunneries and convents (they are right about a lot of things):

Reverend Mother Aurora:

She's in her youth:

Her faithful assistant. Only the color of the robes should be white and gold:

Tairel in camping clothes:

She's in the service dress. No black, strictly white and gold:

The concept of the Lightbringer paladin:

Variants of the ceremonial armor of the Lightbringers:

His Sacred Majesty, Priest King Arnuil. Only much more gold:

Concepts for the robes of the Elder Priestesses of the Sun. Only everywhere white with gold should be, and instead of crosses solar symbols.

Male version:

Special ceremonial robes for the Holy Maiden:

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