The Eye of Assurance: A Bob the Mage Story

First Chapter: Skin to Skin

Bryant groaned as he came awake and the first thing he saw as his vision cleared were the huge brown eyes of a beautiful girl. She was staring intently at him, her finely sculpted jaw slightly distended from the cloth gag wadded into her mouth and tied around her head. She made a sound as Bryant blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. The next thing he realized was that she was laying on top of him, her body pressed tightly to his, her wrists bound behind his head. That was when he discovered that he too was tied up, his arms wrapped around the girl, just under her arms, and secured together. 

 His eyes flickered to an intricate tattoo on her right bicep, a thorny medallion of black ink with small white patches that looked like flowers. Her torso was pressed tightly against his chest, the warmth and softness of her skin immediately apparent. Which is when he realized that her incredibly well shaped body was naked. Completely and awesomely naked. He might have focused on the challenges inherent to that situation, until he realized that he was nude as well.  

She tried to say something as he pulled on the rope binding his wrists, which just caused her to grunt, mashing her breasts tighter up against him. He felt the hard touch of metal against his chest and glanced down, spotting the tips of her breasts. Both nipples sported gold hoops, decorated with tiny metal beads. He noticed that her ears and one nostril also sported piercings, a fact that only seemed to enhance her succulent beauty. He felt himself stiffening and her eyes widened first in surprise, then with wicked pleasure. She smiled, even behind the gag. She wriggled her hips and suddenly he felt himself between her thighs.

Bryant wasn’t sure if it was her that moved first, or himself, but he couldn’t help gasping as his manhood slid up into her body. The ease of it actually surprised him. She must have been already super aroused, because her flower was so wet that he could feel the moisture against his loins. His cock slid all the way in and she groaned, her hips already pumping against him.

“I’m sorry!” He whispered, just a little discombobulated. Especially because it felt so good!.

She shook her head, but she didn’t stop wriggling against him. In fact, she rolled her hips and began thrusting. Her breathing became deeper and she moved with clear and utter want. Despite having his hands tied, Bryant couldn’t help responding to her needs, moving in time with her coital inertia. To his surprise, her eyes rolled up and she let out a groan, clearly in the throes of orgasm. He wasn’t used to having a woman cum before he had. He felt the increased moisture between them and then, the feeling of her climax so intoxicating, he ejaculated, mixing his fluids with hers. 

He moaned softly as he relaxed and when he opened his eyes again it was to see hers twinkling. She was also working her jaw, clearly trying to get the gag out. Bryant realized he could help and leaned his head forward, biting at a bit of the cloth. He pulled and a moment later she gasped.

“Oh gods,” she muttered. “Thank you.” Then she smiled even more wickedly. “And thank you.”

Bryan blinked. “For what?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know,” she said, adding a thrust of her hips. “Too bad you’re still soft or we could try again.”

Bryant felt a little uncomfortable. “Um… not that I’m not grateful,” he said. “But I generally don’t have sex with women I don’t know.”

She blinked, then let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t? Missed opportunities there. But I’m Talli. I saw the mage drag you in. Did you try to kill him too?”

Bryant stiffened, somewhat suspicious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he declared, shifting. Her hips wouldn’t stop moving and she kept squirming against him. The sensation was… distracting. Was she trying to get him hard again?

She snorted at his apparent obfuscation. “Give me a break,” she said. “Obviously you want the bounty. How did he get the jump on you?”

Bryant’s eyes narrowed. “Bounty? What bounty?” He said, lying. 

Talli hips hadn’t stopped. “Look, at this point, I’d be happy to split the money with you, provided we can get out of this mess. One foot each. Okay?”

“Foot?” Bryant asked. “What the hell do we need his feet for?”

Talli blinked, then gave him a suspicious look. “Wait, you aren’t here for the Sillis Clan Bounty?”

Bryant hesitated. “No,” he replied cautiously.

“What part of him do you need?” She asked, then closed her eyes and shook her head. “Wait. Do you need him alive?” She frowned and gave him a very straight look. “Because if you do, we're going to have a problem.” She paused, “or some tourniquets.”

“Tourniquets?” Bryant asked, feeling even more out of his depths. It didn’t help that he was starting to physically react to her movements again. “Uh, not alive,” he replied.

“Okay,” she said thoughtfully. “Do you have to have all of him? Or just a particular part?”

Bryant gave her a crazy look. “What are you talking about?”

Her eyes narrowed, but her hips were still grinding against him. “Look, I just need his feet. In the boots. That’s thirty thousand gold all by themselves. If you want the rest of him, I’m fine with that.”

Bryant blinked. “Wait. Thirty thousand?” He spluttered.

Talli’s eyes narrowed. “Um… did I say thirty thousand?” She shook her head. “I meant ten.” 

Bryant quivered with excitement, and not just because his cock was stiffening, sliding back up between her thighs. “The bounty I was working for offered twenty,” he said dejectedly.

Talli looked thoughtful, even while her hips were pumping. Bryant was having trouble focusing, mostly because she’d managed to get him hard again. “And they don’t require his feet?”

Bryant shook his head. “No. Nothing was said about it.”

Talli grinned. “Well, how about this,” she said. “We’re kind of in a bind. If I help you, and you help me, we both get what we want.”

Bryant blinked. “You want me to give you his feet?”

“And his boots,” she insisted. “The boots are important.”

“Why?” Bryant asked curiously. 

She laughed. “Because they’re lizardman boots of course! The bastard killed a lizard named Sivess and made boots out of him. Then he killed the first one’s cousin. Or maybe brother. You really can’t tell with lizardmen. Anyway, the Sillis Clan wants the boots, and his feet. They’re willing to pay for it. So I get his feet and you can have the rest of him.”

Bryant frowned. The fact that she was still thrusting against him was having deleterious effects on his thinking. But he could still count. “So you get thirty thousand and I get twenty?” He shook his head. “I don’t think so. We split it.”

“Excuse me?” Talli protested. “I don’t think so! You were only after his head. The feet are mine!” 

Bryant grinned. “You're in a bit of a pickle. If we are helping each other, we both get twenty-five. We split both bounties, fifty-fifty.” 

Talli ground her teeth and looked exceedingly frustrated. “Fine,” she spat. Then she closed her eyes. “Damn, that feels good. Are you hard again?”

Bryant chuckled. “Yes, but shouldn’t we be figuring out how to get loose? Not to mention we have to figure out where the mage is and how to kill him?”

Talli groaned, hips moving even more quickly. “Not yet,” she whispered. “And keep your voice down. I haven’t seen him, and the gods only know where he might be.” She maneuvered her hips and Bryant gasped as his cock once more slid into her.

“Damn, you’re voracious!” He groaned as she began bucking.

Talli laughed. “Oh, I could do this all day,” she assured him. “What’s your name?” She whispered.

“Bryant,” he told her. She hummed, closing her eyes and Bryant felt her tremble, pleasure streaming up through him. It only took her three or four more minutes before she climaxed again, sighing happily as he continued to pump away.

“Still unsatisfied, Bryant?” She asked with a chuckle, looking up at him. Bryant, breathing heavily, pumping hard, nodded.

“So who is paying twenty thousand gold for the mage’s head?” She breathed. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he groaned as her hips swirled in a soft but thorough grind. 

“Elves…” Bryant moaned. “Diristani…”

Talli stopped pumping, though Bryant kept going. “Diristani? Eiriand Diristani?” She asked in surprise.

Bryant nodded.

Suddenly Talli’s wrists came free and she reached behind her head. Bryant, still thrusting into her, realized that his hands were still bound, but no longer behind her. He looked down in shock as she pulled away completely, leaving him lying there, naked, with his wet, hard shaft sticking out. He yanked on his hands, rolling a bit.

Bryant gaped as she stood up nonchalantly. Then she turned back at him, winked, and gave him a little wave. Seemingly comfortable with her nudity, except for the collar and a set of black leather cuffs wrapped around her ankles and wrists, she practically danced barefoot over to a nearby fire. Then the mage stepped out from around a tree.

“Behind you!” Bryant yelped, trying to warn her, but she only turned her head, saw the mage, and walked over to him. Slowly, sensually, she embraced him and they kissed. Bryant watched in disbelief as the mage looked at her expectantly.

“You were right, Bob,” Talli said cheerfully. “Eiriand Diristani.” 

Bob looked somewhat aggrieved and then patted Talli on the bottom. She let out a tiny little giggle, shook her butt, then the mage disengaged himself from the girl and walked over. He stopped a few feet short and looked down at Bryant.

“Why the hell does Eiriand Diristani want me dead?” Bob asked, just a little offended.

Bryant looked wildly over at Talli. “Now!” He shouted. He kicked out at Bob, but the mage rolled his eyes and just stepped backward, clearly not worrying about the girl. Bryant stared at her in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

Talli went over to a leather pack sitting on the ground and reached in. She pulled out a folded blanket, then casually opened it up, set it on a grassy patch and sat down cross legged. “I’m watching,” she said simply, folding her fingers together with an expectant look. 

Bob kicked Bryant in the shin and the man yelped. “Look, I know you aren’t very bright and this might be a little confusing, but if you know why Diristani wants me dead, it would be to your benefit.”

Bryant blinked. “Wait, she works for you?”

Talli snorted with a laugh. Bob grinned. “Works for me?” He shook his head. “Not exactly.”

“I’m his vessel,” she declared happily.” 

“Vessel?” Bryant repeatedly dumbly. 

Bob sighed and turned away. “He didn’t even do any research,” he complained, walking back over to Talli. “Fucking amateurs. He’s just some clodhopper kid who went into the bounty business without even knowing the least little thing about what he is doing.”

Talli nodded. “At least I got to fuck him,” she agreed. “Twice. Before you kill him.”

Bob looked frustrated and shook his head. “Yes, well there’s that,” he declared.

“Wait!” Bryant exclaimed, still bound on the dirt, naked. “Please! Please don’t kill me!” 

Bob looked back at the young man. “Sorry kid, but I have to discourage this sort of thing. Can’t have random NPCs wandering up, trying to put an arrow in my ass.” He turned around and raised his hand. “At least you got to cum once with Talli. That’s a gift most men won’t ever receive.”

Talli raised her hand. “Not for lack of my willingness,” she amended. 

Bob nodded in agreement. “True. She’d gladly do all of them. Any last words, Bryant?” He lifted his hand and a blob of blue fire appeared in his palm.

Bryant blubbered. “Diristani! The bounty! I can tell you about it!”

Bob rolled the fire through his fingers. “It better be more than I can find on a wanted poster, or you’re toast.”

Bryant, his mind still reeling at Talli’s betrayal, struggled to find something smart to say. In all honesty, all he knew was the bounty amount and where to take the body. He stammered, clearly unsure what to tell the very angry mage. He desperately tried to come up with a lie that would satisfy the mage. Bob waited for only a few seconds. Then his hand flashed with blue tinged power and Bryant didn’t have to think of a lie after that.



 *** 



“I can’t believe you didn’t kill him,” Talli said, her dark brown eyes slightly unfocused as they rode down the forest trail. It had been a long two weeks on the road and Talli had stopped looking at the old growth trees with interest. Bob was seated on the horse in front of her and he tugged on the reins enough to slow his horse, bringing himself up along next to her. His eyes flickered over at Talli and for the umpteenth time he found himself marveling at the woman’s inherent beauty. Buxom and curvy, her body was covered only in a soft green cape, a short one at that. It didn’t come down to her bare bottom, nor did it close across the front, leaving her impressive breasts fully exposed. The pink tips of her nipples were both pierced, small gold hoops going through each point. Bob glanced downward, to where her uncovered loins met her seat and he got a glimpse of the piercing that went through her clit, though that view only lasted a moment as she bounced, sliding up and down the leather and rubber phallus that was mounted on the saddle. 

“I’m pretty sure young Bryant will get out of the Bounty Hunting trade after this disaster and go back home to grow corn or something.”

She gave him a saucy look. “Bob. He was trying to kill you.”

Bob shrugged. “Lots of folks try to kill me. I’m not going to get all worked up over someone incompetent.” He sighed. “Besides, he at least confirmed that I’ve got two bounties on my head, instead of just the one.”

She grinned. “Technically, the one is on your feet. Not your head.”

Bob rolled his eyes and didn’t bother responding to her sarcasm. “So, who exactly is Eiriand Diristani?” Talli asked. “You seem upset that he would put a bounty on you.”

Bob sighed. “Diristani and I used to have a relationship,” he replied, still just a little upset about the entire bounty thing. 

Talli blinked. “Eiriand is a woman?” She gasped, just a little surprised.

“What?” Bob spluttered. “No. Of course not.” He rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of relationship Talli. Geeze, get your mind out of the gutter.”

She smiled loftily. “That’s sort of hard to do in my condition.” She did another little bounce and groaned. Bob flinched a little. Her “condition” as she called it, was a consequence of the enchantments set upon the various piercings she was so proudly displaying. Bob had been the one to pierce her ears and the rest had been at his direction. At the time, Talli had been a means to an end, rather than the amazing companion that she’d become, but it still caused Bob a touch of guilt. An Earring of Masochism dangled from her left earlobe, not that she needed it. Her sexual appetites tended toward the more extreme and deviant, supercharging her orgasms and making them four or even five times as intense.

The other earring had the same enchantment as the two toe rings on her right foot. It enhanced her general sensuality, making her sexually insatiable. Bob also suspected that these enchantments were also unneeded. Constantly wet and always needy, Bob wasn’t even able to satisfy her himself. Add to that three Piercings of Sensitivity (right through her nipples and clit), and it was completely understandable how Talli was almost always on the cusp of orgasm, face slightly flushed as she looked over at him with adoring eyes.

Bob smiled, his eyes flickering over her incredible breasts. “Diristani and I were partners for a little while before I met Florentino. He is… was… a ranger and a damn good one. We managed two or three campaigns together, then got ridiculously lucky with a treasure drop and next thing I know, he’s telling me that he’s some sort of royalty and now he has enough gold to go back to El-Ahna to rule.”

“He’s a king?” She asked breathlessly, still bouncing. The leather around the phallus was soaked. He was going to have to dry it out and apply a new layer of waterproofing. Or… cum proofing. 

Bob shrugged. “Not really. Some of the elves have kings, but El-Ahna is small. It’s more like a town than a city. But no one in the right mind attacks the elves. They’re all lethal.”

“So why does he want you dead?” She asked.

“No clue,” Bob said grumpily. “That’s the odd thing. I haven’t spoken to him in eight years. The idea of this coming out of the blue is really weird.” He scratched at his beard. “If he had a bone to pick with me, he could have just sent me a letter.” 

She nodded. “So explain to me why we are actually going to see him? Especially if he wants you dead?” 

“Oh. Well that’s easy. No one in their right mind wants to pick a fight with me directly. So me marching into El-Ahna is going to be relatively safe.” His eyes narrowed. “And if he fucks with me, I’ll level his little fiefdom down to the ground.”

Talli glanced over at the mage, recognizing that he was actually angry. She also knew that Bob had the power, or at least could access it. When she’d first met him, he’d been limited, unable to generate his own magical energy. He’d developed a method to suck raw energy out of a woman, generated by orgasmic ecstasy. Back then he had possessed no way to store it. It had been intense and difficult, since he’d been forced to keep his vessels on the edge of cumming, only allowing them satisfaction when he needed to cast spells. Now however, there was a small Garnian sapphire on Talli’s collar, which acted as a storage container for mana. Better yet, she could cum whenever she wanted. No waiting. No denial. Her energy went into the sapphire and Bob could access it whenever he needed. Provided, of course, that he was within range.

Talli licked her lips. She sometimes missed being kept on edge. There was a certain… edginess to it. She closed her eyes, feeling the familiar pressure inside her, when she felt the presence. It wasn’t much, but there was definitely something pacing her horse, just off to her left, on the side opposite Bob. It was visible and she heard the jingle of a horse’s harness. 

“Excuse me,” she said politely. “Can you show me yourself?”

“What?” Bob asked in confusion.

She looked over at the mage. “Another ghost. He’s walking beside us.”

Bob blinked, then nodded. “Oh. Okay.” He glanced into the open air beside her, but didn’t see anything. 

To Talli, the specter appeared a moment later, diaphanous and wispy. It was a human man dressed in archaic platemail. A lance or spear was gripped in one hand, a pennant flapping from it, while the butt of the pole was tucked into the man’s stirrup. He was wearing a helm with a single flowing tail made of horse’s hair. A thick broadsword hung from his hip and several leather packs hung from the back of the saddle. 

“Oh,” she said in appreciation. “That’s nice. You look handsome.”

Bob ignored her. This was not an uncommon event. In fact, it happened multiple times a day. It was getting difficult to take her places. Every freaking ghost around was attracted to her, sometimes overwhelming her ability to cope with the images and words being thrust psychically into her brain. In fact, it was the solitary ghosts they encountered on the trail that were the easiest for her. 

“Where are you going?” She asked politely. Then she nodded, evidently getting an answer. “What’s there?” Then she grinned. “Is she pretty?” Talli blushed. “Well, thank you.” Then she looked a little sad. “Will she be there, you know, when you get there? I mean, you know you’re dead, right?”

Bob listened to the audible portion of the conversation and tried to piece things together. Sometimes it was easy to follow, like this. Other times it was so bizarre that he was forced to pull away, his mind reeling as Talli interwove images and speech into a flurry of communication. She’d accidentally picked up a deathstone six months prior, and while Bob had managed to stop the damn thing from turning her into… well… whatever it had been going to turn her into, enough of the magic had embedded itself in her brain, giving her a gift, or perhaps a curse. She even bore the mark.

One ghost she could handle. But when there were multiple ghosts? She tended to break down in tears. 

“Really?” Talli said with interest. “Well, yes. I could tell him. But we rarely worry about that sort of thing.” 

“Worry about what?” Bob asked, his eyes flickering past the empty spot next to Talli. 

“Sir Leopold says that there is an elf in the tree line about a quarter mile ahead of us,” Talli replied graciously.

Bob smiled. “There always is. But please thank uh… Leopold, for the information.”

Talli turned to the empty spot. “Thank you, Sir Leopold.” She blinked, blushed and grinned. “Oh. That’s… um… well… that’s forward.” She replied with a touch of excitement. “I don’t object to the idea of course,” she said thoughtfully. “But… how? I mean, you're non-corporeal.”

She paused, listening to the response with definite interest. Then she blushed crimson and laughed, eyes glittering with excitement. This time Bob decided he didn’t want to know. 

The horses plodded along and Talli continued her conversation with Leopold. Bob ended up taking the lead once more as the topics being discussed became even more sexually outrageous, with both Talli and the specter supposedly opining about their favorite sexual positions. The fact that Talli’s preference was on her back, with her arms and legs spread wide apart, and tied in that position, had left Leopold scandalized. She was trying to justify her explanation, but the additive information about her favorite sex toy - a leather bound and multi-stranded flogger, rapidly and viciously being brought down on her sweet little slit, was making things even harder for the poor specter. 

“Halt!” Cried out a voice. “You are about to enter the lands of El-Ahna.” Bob looked up patiently, having expected it. Even forewarned though, Talli jumped, exposing the huge thick phallus she was riding on, before settling down once more with a groan.

Bob didn’t even bother to reign in, much less stop. He waved, not quite seeing the sentry, tucked into the forest canopy. “That’s okay. I’m going there,” he said matter of factly. His horse continued to walk forward.

“I said stop!” said the sentry, a little more forcefully. Talli blinked. She wasn’t positive, but there seemed to be a touch of panic in there as well.

“But I’m going to El-Ahna,” Bob repeated, this time sounding a little peeved. He still didn’t stop.

“You can’t!” Said the voice. “You have a human female with you! A naked one!”

Bob smiled patiently, still not stopping. 

“I’ll shoot you!” The elf girl spluttered, hopping out of a tree and landing on the track behind both Talli and Bob. Talli reined in, but Bob just rolled his eyes. Talli looked back. The elf girl was young, or at least appeared that way. Talli knew that elves aged differently, but by human standards she looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, her features still fresh and beautiful. She was wearing forest garb; a verdant green shirt with brown trousers, rippled with dark wavy marks. A sort of short cloak was draped around her shoulders, the folds mottling in the light between dark gray and a sort of off-green. She carried a slim short bow, an arrow already nocked, while a quiver hung at her belt next to a very long dagger. A leather pouch was slung against her opposite hip, undoubtedly filled with other important items. Lastly, she carried a water skin, tucked against one side. The elf girl had pulled the string halfway back to her cheek, her hand pressed against her point ear.

“Bob, I think she’s serious,” Talli said in a friendly tone. The mage sighed and reined in. He whirled the horse around.

“What do you want?” He asked in annoyance. “I told you where I was going.”

The girl didn’t quite lower the tip of her arrow. Neither did she release the tension on the string. “State your name and purpose,” she demanded. Then her eyes flickered over toward Talli. “And explain why you have a naked human female with you. Slavery is illegal in El-Ahna.”

Bob ground his teeth, but Talli smiled in delight. “Well, technically, I’m not a slave. I'm a vessel. My name is Talli,” she said, only to gesture off to the side where her non-corporeal and entirely invisible ghost friend was supposedly standing. “This is Sir Leopold,” she added. “And that’s Bob,” Tali said, pointing at the mage. 

The elf girl blinked, looked perplexed, then clearly decided that Talli was off her rocker. Bob sat there, actually enjoying the moment. Finally the girl shook her head. “What’s your purpose?” She asked, again directing her gaze at Bob.

Talli jumped right, not even giving Bob a chance. “Well first there was this dwarf who tried to kill Bob and then there was a kid named Bryant, who was a good fuck before Bob left him tied to that tree without any clothes and…” Bob reached out and squeezed the naked girl’s arm. Talli went quiet. 

“Well,” Bob said in a patronizing and incredibly insulting tone. “Leopold is heading west to go meet up with either his girlfriend or wife, and I’m sort of hoping the former because he was hitting on Talli pretty hard before she shocked him with some rather explicit information on her various preferred sexual positions. As for Talli, her purpose is always pretty simple. She’s trying to have an orgasm. And me, I’m going to El-Ahna to have a chat with my old friend Eiriand Diristani about what I hope is a misunderstanding and not a true falling out.”

The elf girl blinked, her jaw dropping. She looked at the two travelers in shock, the point of her arrow dropping even more. 

“Are we good now?” Bob asked. “It’s still like a three hour ride to El-Ahna. I’d like to make it there before supper.” 

Suddenly, the bow snapped up again, this time pointing right at Bob. “I know you!” The girl declared. “You’re Bob! Bob the Sex Mage!" 

Talli giggled and Bob sighed in exasperation. “Well, at least you were paying attention when Talli introduced all of us.”

The elf girl gave the mage an incredulous look. “I mean, you’re the one from the bounty poster!”

Bob frowned at the elf girl, but Talli grinned with a nod. “You’re right! Did you recognize Bob by his picture? I didn't think it was that good actually. I think he needs to sit for a proper portrait that really captures…” 

“It’s a stupid name as well. There are not that many humans named Bob,” the elf girl sneered.

Talli laughed and Bob gave her a glare before looking back at the elf girl. “More than you’d think,” he retorted. Finally he held up his hands. “Tell you what. Why don’t you personally take me to El-Ahna and present me to Diristani himself. Maybe your king will reward you.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed and suddenly she turned forty-five degrees and loosed the arrow. It zipped forward, embedding solidly and squarely in the center of a tree trunk, about twenty feet to Bob’s left. Both Talli and Bob tracked the arrow and by the time they looked back at the girl, another projectile was ready in her bow and pointed at them.

“Impressive,” Bob allowed. “I presume this was a demonstration, since the tree wasn’t on its way to El-Ahna. What’s your point?”

The girl glared at the mage. “Speed. If you attempt to seduce the girl… or… or Leopold,” she added, uncertain. “I will shoot.”

Bob crossed his arms. “And you think that a mage like me is worried about your arrow?” He asked curiously.

The girl smiled thinly. “I won’t shoot you,” she said, moving the tip of the bow to point at Talli. “I’ll shoot her.”

Talli blinked in surprise. She began to open her mouth, but Bob once again squeezed her arm. Talli went silent, looking amused, but her thumb rubbed against one of the rings on her hand. 

“Okay. You got me. No seductions.” He turned in his saddle and addressed the empty space next to Talli. “Hear that, Leopold. You may not fuck Talli right now. That will have to be later.”

Talli grinned. “Sorry Bob. He left. He didn’t stop. He wasn’t worried about her shooting him either.” 

“Well, that just means we all have something in common,” Bob said pleasantly. “Don’t we?”

The elf girl pointed. “Turn your horse around and continue. If you so much as take one step off the path I will shoot your slave girl,” she threatened.

“I told you. I’m not a slave,” Talli said again. The elf-girl snorted.

“You are wearing bondage cuffs on your wrists and ankles, and a collar around your throat. You are naked except for a small green cape, the purpose of which I do not understand. Are you stating your apparel is an affectation?”

Talli put her fingers on the leather collar at her neck, fingering the two gems embedded in the leather. “I’m not sure what that means.”

Bob leaned over. “She means that for someone who is not a slave girl, you sure dress like one,” he said sarcastically.

Talli blinked. “Oh!” She let out a laugh. “Bob keeps trying to give me dresses and stuff, except,” and she started to blush a little. “I’m so used to being naked and all exposed, and since it turns me on too, I prefer it.”

The elf girl gave Talli a skeptical look, then gestured again with the bow. “Go. Single file,” she ordered. “Or I will shoot.”

“Damn, you’re twitchy,” Bob retorted. “Just like your mother,” he muttered. The elf girl’s eyes widened and she began raising the bow, but Bob sighed and held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Onward to El-Ahna.” He put his heels to his steed and Talli’s horse turned and followed. Talli, still mounted on the saddle phallus, bounced enthusiastically as they moved on. Her cape opened even further, baring more of her amazing body. The elf girl moved into place beside Talli, bow still in hand, an arrow in place, though no longer drawn, eyes suspicious. 

The human girl looked down from where she was mounted. “I’m Talli,” she said in a friendly tone. “What’s your name?”

The elf girl looked up. “Why?” She asked.

Talli shrugged. “Seems a little rude just to call you ‘the elf girl’ for the rest of the day.”

The sentry pressed her lips together. “Calien.”

Talli smiled. “Oh! That’s pretty! Calien,” she said. Then she blinked. “Doesn’t that mean green person?” 

Calien’s eyes widened. “You speak elvish?” She asked incredulously.

Talli blushed. “Well, I was learning.” She smiled. “Hara máriessë”

Calien cringed. “Oh gods. Your accent. It’s atrocious! Who taught you?”

“Oh. Um. Florentino,” she replied. “He’s a friend. He’s a rock giant.”

Calien looked even more horrified. “A rock giant is teaching you elvish?” 

“Is that a problem?” 

Calien bit her lip. “I’m not sure what’s more disturbing. The knowledge that a rock giant knows elvish, or that’s he trying to teach it to a human female.” Calien closed her eyes for a moment and shuddered. From in front of them, Bob snorted.

“Just wait until you meet him,” Bob added without looking back. “Then you won’t have trouble figuring out what aspects of Florentino you find most disturbing.”

Calien ground her teeth.

“What’s the problem with human females?” Talli asked curiously.

Calien looked up at her. “You are all wanton sluts,” she declared knowingly. From up ahead, Bob laughed while Talli thought about that. 

“Well, not all of them,” she replied to the elf. “I mean, I am of course. But I’ve seen plenty of human women who aren’t very sexual at all.” Talli’s eyes looked suddenly sympathetic. “Which is pretty sad actually. Sex is freaking amazing.”

The elf-girl looked sickened. “I think you’ve proved my point,” Calien said.

Talli looked down at the girl. “You don’t like having sex?” 

Calien’s eyebrows went up. “I’ve never even thought of having sex.”

“Why not?” Talli asked, not accusingly, but just curious.

Calien looked forward. “Because it’s disgusting. And I’m not old enough.”

Talli frowned. “Disgusting? I’m not sure I follow that. And you certainly look old enough, even by human standards. You look at least eighteen years old which means you’re probably in your eighties. Right?”

Calien frowned. “I’m seventy-two,” she finally muttered.

Bob snorted from up ahead. “Babies,” he said.

“So why not try it?” Talli asked enthusiastically. “I don’t mind sharing Bob at all and…” 

“SILENCE!” Calien practically roared. 

Talli’s eyes widened. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” she apologized, only to smile wickedly. “I’m into girls too if you’re interested.”

“Do not speak of such abominations again!” And with that, Calien stopped, moving well behind Talli. 

Talli blinked in shock. “Bob? What did I say?”

Bob looked back over his shoulder and sighed. “Elves are racists. They think that anyone who isn’t an elf is substandard. The problem is that elves find humans to be highly attractive. Not because they’re prettier, but because humans are easier to arouse and are more ardent. Human girls especially are valued because you are more lush. Humans may tire easier, but they’ll come back for more, four times as often as an elf. That makes every elven fantasy a story about finding some young human girl or boy and banging them non-stop for days.”

“So?” Talli said. “I’d be fine with that.”

“Yeah, well… elven culture is not. It promulgated active disdain and played into their bigotry. No elvish female will,” he raised his fingers into air quotes, “supposedly, consensually, copulate with a human, male or female, for any reason. And while the elven men still want to do it, they don’t want to risk their reputation by announcing it aloud.”

Calien, who had heard the entire explanation, spluttered furiously. “You know nothing mage,” she declared angrily. “It is because human females are more likely to produce atrocities.”

“Atrocities?” Talli asked, totally bewildered.

Bob shrugged. “Mixed offspring. Elvish men tend to be…” he paused. “A bit more fertile than human males. The elves absolutely despise half-elven children. Especially males.” He paused. “Though half-elf girls are generally allowed into elvish society. They usually end up as scullery maids or sex slaves.”

Again Calien spluttered. “Slavery is illegal in El-ahna!” 

Bob laughed. “And yet every single elvish home has a kitchen, bathing room, and sex dungeon. You might call them ‘body servants’, but the reality is that pure blood elves, both male and female, use those girls for sex.”

Calien spluttered. “Silence!” She ordered. “No more talking!” 

Two hours later the forest started to thin out and then, tucked into the most idyllic spot, nestled against a cliff, stood the Elvish town. Talli gasped, eyes widening at the sloped roofs, the graceful spiraled towers, the white walls, and stained oak railings. It was like something from a dream. Elves walked to and fro everywhere, bright colors fluttering in the breeze, just like the flags capping the top of the largest building. Talli was so excited, she felt herself tightening around the saddle mounted dildo, bouncing enthusiastically, almost bringing herself to climax. 

“Behold,” Bob said dramatically. “El-Ahna.”

“El-Ahna,” Calien repeated reverently. 

“The home of the world’s most annoying bigots,” Bob added. 

Calien blinked. “What?” She said, not really getting it for a moment. Then she got angry. “What did you say, human scum?” 

Bob nodded. “Exactly. Come on. Let’s go confront Eiriand Diristani.”