To Claim the Elvin Princess: Apprentice (14 page)

23

On a night when Amein had gone to patrol and watch with others, leaving Rasten to sleep alone, he had been asleep only a short time, when he woke, feeling the bed move slightly. He lay completely still using his hearing and senses to try and determine what had jarred him from his repose. He was soon rewarded by hearing a faint whisper of elvish, and a tiny giggle. He clearly had at least two Elvin girls at hand.

Rasten turned over suddenly, reaching out and handily managed to grasp the wrists to both, who were revealed in the dim light of the elvish lamp to be two of Amein’s young nieces. That both were mostly bare, wearing only the flimsiest of gauzy sleeping gowns, left little to his imagination; both were well developed and utterly sexy and cute. Neither were wearing panties, and the fragrance of their femaleness was impossible to miss.

“Exactly what are you two doing on your aunt’s bed?” he asked, hoping to embarrass them into a hasty retreat.

“Being girls, and wanting to play?” the closest declared. “Since Amein is elsewhere, we thought you might like some...attention? We’d also like to be more experienced and would welcome the chance to be instructed by you!” she gushed, clearly almost delirious with her eagerness. They both shifted closer, eager to be able to touch him.

“Please...it is not improper!” the furthest one sighed, touching Rasten’s erection through the covers, and smiling. She was clearly pleased with the effect they were having on him.

“Who are you two? I’ve seen you, but don’t remember your names!”

The closest one, who had wiggled near enough that she might lean down and kiss Rasten, smiled, hoping this meant he was interested in being with them.

“I am Leinien, and she is Narimein; our mother is Eriensie, one of Amein’s older sisters!” she glanced at her sister and giggled. “We find you quite handsome and sexy!” she sighed wistfully. “Do you find us desirable?”

“I can’t imagine any male not being able to appreciate your charms. But I think this is just asking for problems!” he complained.

“Why? There is no shame in having us...how else might young people of our kind become skilled, without the older ones teaching us?” Leinien asked, clearly puzzled.

“So I’ve heard, but this is much different than what I’m accustomed to, and Amein...is a bit territorial, so...”

“She doesn’t wish to share you?!” Narimein asked, shocked. This seemed outrageous to her, and she moved forward, where she might slip astraddle of Rasten. She rubbed her bare bottom against his erect organ, and would have impaled herself, had the covers not been between them.

“Please? We never get enough attention!” she moaned.

“And you won’t be getting any tonight, either, my naughty girls!” the voice of their grandmother, Princess Haiveri declared loudly.

Rasten would have expected both to leap up, but they merely sighed mournfully.

“Grandmother, we’re only eager to play!” Narimein said, whining rather fully. The older woman merely pointed at the door, and sighing miserably, both young ones got up and shuffled out, peeking over their shoulders to grace Rasten with crest fallen glances  The older woman managed to swat both their bare bottoms as they passed, causing both to yelp, even though neither touch caused any real pain.

“We’re losing out to our grandmother!” Leinien whispered to her sister, noting the older female’s nearly bare state.  Haiveri shook her head, making a mental note to have more of a corrective chat with her nieces the next day.

“I’m sorry they disturbed you, but all the young ones are inclined to be more forward than they probably should. Their urges are intense, and it takes time to lean to resist them! You’d have given in, no matter what you wanted, had I not arrived to save you!”

“I was trying to resist!” Rasten grumbled. Haiveri had stepped close, and sat down, to lay her hand on the covers, lightly touching his still hard organ.

“They were well on to winning, and you know it! Rasten, you are half-Elvin, and have much of the same urges that our full blooded people have! Do not deny yourself, or make yourself suffer. You will give in to many cute Elvin females, no matter how much you love and desire Amein!”

“Then why did you send them away?”

“Because they must learn self control and discipline. Both were instructed to wait, and not throw themselves at you! Being denied occasionally will be good for them, and will teach them some restraint and manners!”

“Amein doesn’t seem to have much of that! I’m guessing you have more, being older and wiser?”

“I have much restraint,” she declared, patting his organ through the covers. She leaned close and gave him a deep kiss. Pulling away a bit she whispered, “If I wished to give in to my urges, you’d get no sleep tonight!” she declared, eyes sparkling. She sat up and stood, smiling.

“Enjoy your repose, dear Rasten!” she suggested, and winked, before turning and regally striding from the room.  Rasten lay awake a long time, considering the fact that Haiveri had not been much more clothed than the girls. She hadn’t been wearing panties either, and the scent of her female fragrance had been very strong, and much like Amein’s.

It took almost an hour for his organ to lie down, being too guilty from his near encounters to simply pleasure himself. He hoped Amein would appreciate his restraint, especially the avoiding of her mother; he had found Haiveri almost irresistible, being so much like her daughter. Worse, he had understood from her touch and kiss that if he had shown the least willingness, she would have slept with him with not the tiniest hesitation or guilt. That even picturing the older Elvin woman in his mind made him ache with lust, promised to only cause him more problems.

I don’t care what she says about this being normal, I’m sure having her mother would cause a horrid fit
!  he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

Rasten didn’t see Amein until late the next afternoon, he being up and off to the practice fields early, and she not returning from patrolling until well after daybreak. She had gone to sleep, eager for a nap. He returned from riding an alowond with several other such riders, learning more of the maneuvers that were common for such beasts, and he was covered with dirt and mud. He was eager for a bath, and was surprised to see no sign of Amein when he reached their quarters. Shrugging, he started to take off his filthy clothing, standing with his back to the door.

Amein entered silently, and seeing him turned thus, sat her cup down quietly, intent on sneaking close, and teaching him a lesson about the wisdom of not watching his back. She was within two paces when he suddenly drew his sword and spun to face her, with the point only an inch from her throat. The look of shock she exhibited was delightful to Rasten.

“How did you notice me?!” she whispered, uncomfortable with a sharp blade almost touching her.

“Perhaps my sight is more powerful than you thought?” he asked, before withdrawing the sword, and sheathing it. Amein’s eyes were quite wide, as she considered this.

“Perhaps it is!” she whispered.

“Or perhaps I’m just wise and able to use a mirror in a useful fashion?!” he said, pointing at one hanging from the wall. “Stand here!” he commanded, and placed her exactly where he had been. The door to the room was fully visible, as had been her approach.

“You’re quite observant and a good bit witty. I hear you’re less able to defend yourself from the eager young Elvin girls?” she suddenly accused. She had crossed her arms, and stood, tapping the toe of her boot on the polished stone floor.

“I was certainly making an effort! Don’t I get some credit for that? Your mother did arrive in time to send them off, but I was still perfectly covered!”

“How aroused were you?!” she demanded.

“They were basically naked. The smell of their femaleness was strong and enticing!”

“And what of mother?” Amein demanded. Rasten sighed heavily.

“She was almost as bare as the girls, and her scent was as wickedly enticing as yours. Had she wanted me, I could not have said no,” he confessed. “I’m sorry if that is too honest for you,” he added. Amein turned her back, and went to get her cup. Standing, looking away, she spoke.

“None would fault you for giving in to her, anymore than they would criticize you for having my nieces! It is the way things are!” she declared.

“None but you? You’d be hurt, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m sure I would. But that is my burden, mine own shame. Whatever is different or wrong is...within me!” she managed to get this out, before breaking into tears. She slammed her cup down, would have run from the room, but Rasten snagged her, turning her around, and locking his arms around her.

“It may be your burden, but I am inclined to care about it! Your feelings are more like the values of my old world, which are still deeply engrained in me.”

“But you are eager to shed them, finding the lure of our ways to be quite desirable!” Amien declared, hotly, looking down to avoid his gaze. Rasten shrugged at this.

“Do you wish me to lie?” he demanded.

“No,” she whispered, clinging to him.

“Then I must say that I find the idea of having many cute Elvin girls or women to be remarkably sexy and enticing. Yet I have no desire to hurt you. I can be quite happy with just you...you’re more female than any human girl I’ve ever had or even dreamed of! It’s no wonder that the Elvin kind can’t keep their pants on!” he teased, hugging her tightly. Amein slapped at his back, but her effort was half hearted and weak.

“You’re terrible! Your wicked playfulness and ability to act flirty with no effort is insidious! It’s no wonder all the females want you!” she sighed.

“Are you in the mood for some attention, or would you rather complain and make yourself miserable?” he suggested.

“I think I can wait for you to bathe...you’re a bite stinky, and smell like alowond!” she sighed.

Naturally, they ended up naked and together in the soaking pool, after Rasten had rinsed off almost all the dirt and sweat. The warm water, with Amein’s sleek body rubbing against him, seemed to make him forget all his aches and pains. He also ended up aroused. Finding his organ ready, Amein wasted no time sitting on his lap, facing him, his erection buried deeply inside her eager vagina. They sat thus, kissing with complete abandon, while Amein massaged his hard penis by tightening and loosening her vaginal walls, as Rasten barely moved her bottom, holding it in his strong hands. Their inevitable orgasms were strong and noisy.

“I like being spoiled!” she sighed contentedly.

“I assume you’d like to be spoiled more?” he asked, caressing her still swollen clitoris.

“Of course...but we need to go to dinner first! Come, let’s get dried off!” This proved easier said than done, since even trying to be un-erotic proved impossible; any touch was an erotic touch.

In spite of this, which encompassed much laughter and kissing, they finally managed to get dressed, and go out to eat with a large swath of Amein’s family. This included her over eager nieces. Rasten was much amused at how lacking in hesitation or guilt the two young elves were. They had not the slightest desire to hide or run away when approached by Rasten and Amein.

“I understand you wished to keep Rasten from being alone last night?” Amein quietly asked.

“Of course! We wanted so much to be in his bed, and to be instructed by him! But grandmother had other ideas, and made us leave!” Narimein pertly declared, neither mean, mouthy nor timid. She sounded much like this had been the greatest tragedy to have befallen any elf since the dawn of history. In spite of her own feelings, Amein could not help but feel akin to the young ones, her memories of her own desperate urges still sharp and clear.

“You will someday likely have your turn, whether it be with Rasten or another. Until then, I would suggest you address your studies with more attention!” Amien calmly suggested, trying not to sound excessively bitchy; in spite of her own jealous feelings, she dearly loved her nieces.

“Of course! We begged our tutor this afternoon, and he took care of both of us!” Leinien gushed. Seeing Rasten’s furrowed brows, Narimein quickly added. “Well, we couldn’t even think, we were so desperate! We did much better after he took care of our urges!” She looked at her sister a moment, before sighing and looking amused. “He took care of a
few
of our urges,” she corrected, looking cute and surprisingly innocent, while eyeing Rasten dreamily.

24

Rasten had thought his conditioning and training to be harsh, but he soon had to reconsider, as he began several new undertakings. He had been at Master Roein’s all morning and hoped he might finally get to go eat. Instead, another of the endless seeming elves appeared, grinning, and dragged him off to a new location.

Going inside, he discovered a large array of targets and devices, useful for instruction with the various Elvin bows. He was taken to a tall elf, a male holding a long bow, and having a large quiver of arrows slung so he could grab them by reaching over his shoulder.

“Lord Rasten, this is Master Chaneiri, who will impart mastery of the bow to you!” his guide declared. Rasten looked less sure, which his new teacher noted.

“What do you consider mastery?” Rasten asked, having exchanged a firm handshake with the elf.

“Something like this!” the master suggested. “Targets!” he called loudly, and Rasten noted several moving suddenly, apparently hung on wires, and being pulled by assistants well out of the way. The master swiftly retrieved an arrow, which he nocked as he turned, drawing, sighting and firing in one precise, swift motion. The arrow hit the midpoint of one swiftly moving target, and was followed by four more in blinding fast sequence, each hitting a different target.  All had hit dead center of their targets.

“When you can do that, I will consider your training sufficient!” The Master suggested, eyeing Rasten, who looked as discouraged as he felt.

“Great...more work!” he muttered under his breath.

After two hours, he was more hopeful, having learned to string a bow, and how to properly nock an arrow. He had at least managed to hit some part of a target, as long as it was stationary, several times. He had been presented with both the Elvin long bow, used by warriors on the ground, it having great range and killing power, and the shorter bow used by the flyers on a terranak. He had also forgotten to properly protect his forearm from the lash of the string twice, much to his regret.

He would have likely been more pleased had he not watched several young Elvin hit all manner of targets with an astounding amount of precision.

“How long have they been at this?!” he grumbled.

“Six months to a year...you have a month, before you begin practicing on the back of a terranak!” his instructor informed him, grinning wickedly.

When finished, Rasten found his guide still waiting. “Do I get to eat now?”

“No...you’ll be glad you don’t too!” his guide suggested, leading him away.

Rasten was hopeful he was being teased, as they headed straight for the Citadel, but instead of heading for the main entrance, his guide took him towards the side, and into a long corridor, that went deep under the towering Citadel. He soon found himself at a nondescript doorway, and when they slipped in, they were greeted by much yelling and seeming chaos. Rasten’s first impression was of it being a sort of martial arts studio, and he soon discovered he wasn’t far off. He was introduced to a strong and moderately tall elf female who named herself Master Misari.

“So this is Lord Rasten? I have been instructed to teach you weaponless fighting skills, especially how to use your feet and legs as weapons, alone or to enhance your sword fighting. I understand you have no experience at any such skills?” the elf demanded, her voice stern and a bit harsh.

“No, Master...on my old world I took some lessons in a style of defensive fighting they called Judo. It is one where you use your opponents mass and weight against them, to throw and pin them!

“But not to kill them? Useless! We will give you more useful skills, with which to survive!”

“Did you train Princess Amein?”

“Of course...she was quite good, and a devoted student...once she matured a bit!” the elf suggested, her sudden grin leaving Rasten with few doubts as to what had distracted Amein.

“You can teach this in conjunction with sword play? You are skilled with a sword?”

“I can beat the Princess with my sword, and hold my own against Master Roein...I’m sure I can handle you...at least until you better master your weapon!” she declared, smugly. “Come, let us begin. You will be bruised frequently, so don’t be shocked!” she warned. “Take off your shirt and boots!” she insisted.

Rasten made short work of pulling off his boots, but just as he had his shirt halfway off, Master Misari leaped and launched a wicked kick at him, hitting his shoulder, and almost tossing him end over end. She landed astraddle of him, and pinned him instantly.

“Lesson number one; never trust another so as to leave yourself vulnerable to them!” the Elf declared, grinning wickedly. Rasten grimaced, his right butt cheek aching where it had hit the hard and polished wooden floor.

Two hours later, Rasten wasn’t sure he had a single thing that wasn’t sore or bruised. His instructor seemed to have the speed of a striking serpent, and the agility of a small monkey, able to leap and spin without even touching the floor. He had been kicked, had his legs swiped out from under him and had been well pummeled by the lithe Elvin female. He had managed to catch a couple of her lightening fast kicks, but both stops had deeply bruised his hands. When he was last on his back, barely able to raise his head, soaked in sweat, two of Master Misari’s assistants had helped him up, and had him sit, where he could watch her fight against three of her best students simultaneously. Her skill and flexibility was awe inspiring, she being able to literally leap over the others, and deliver wicked kicks as she passed by. When she stopped, and came over, she was not half as sweaty as he had been.

“You will not come here tomorrow...run and do your conditioning exercises instead...no matter how much you cry! We will continue the next day!” she advised him, smiling wryly at his pain.

“How long have you done this?” he wondered.

“Somewhere between three or four centuries...you think you might die now, but your body will get stronger, and become like mine, able to do what you might ask of it! Tell the Princess I apologize, for rendering you less than eager! But she understands why this is needful!”

Rasten had his doubts if he could even reach his rooms, his body in so much pain. When he managed to reach his destination, he was not the least inclined to turn down the help of their servants. He let them pull his boots, and strip him. A glance in the mirrors showed him well bruised. He soaked long in the warm pool, before climbing out. When he was dry, he was eager for the Elvin ones to massage his aching muscles. Amein arrived during this, and noted the bruise on his hip and several others.

“I see you had your introduction to Master Misari today?” she asked, barely able to contain her mirth.

“I apparently had my first session as a punching bag!” Rasten moaned. “Were you this sore and battered when you started?”

“Maybe worse...the first day when I last hit the floor, I was so sore and exhausted that I peed myself while I cried! I thought I would die, either from embarrassment or my pain, but I survived. You will too! She is our best instructor...I got good, but could never quite master her! She’s wicked with a sword too!” Amein insisted.

“Great...just what I need, another to make me look terrible!” he sighed. Amein giggled and patted his butt, before going off to bathe and change for dinner.

Rasten’s exposed forearms well displayed his day’s effort, several wicked bruises adding much color to his pale skin. “You’ve begun with Master Misari!” he heard a dozen times, those being experienced with her training easily knowing what he had been through. Kalida had grinned, delighted to give him a hard time.

“Did you endure this?!” Rasten demanded, in no mood to be teased by the tall elf.

“Of course...and I got my ass beat by Master Roein well too! I spent a century as a warrior, before becoming interested in other pursuits...you’re traveling well walked ground, Dear Rasten! Just tough it out...you’ll amaze yourself in time. You have the very best instructors in all the Elvin worlds teaching you!” This gave Rasten pause, enough to stop his complaining.

Later, when they were alone, he thought to mention this to Amein.

“You know he told no lie! The finest are drawn here. Those young Elvin whom you see daily with Master Roein...they are from the farthest of the Elvin worlds; the best of the best, who had to compete against all others to win a place here! Many of them are destined to someday rule their home world, should they prove worthy!”

“Was Kalida...where is he from?”

“From a distant world in another universe. He was offered the Governorship of his home world, but turned it down! He was a brilliant swordsman and warrior, a natural leader, but he has a deep interest in the study of ancient history, and a passion for a certain Elvin female, who refused to leave here!” Amein laughed.

“Really? Who?”

“Mother. Kalida is most responsible for helping her recover from the loss of our father, and he became quite attached to her in the process. She is equally fond of him!”

“But they have no formal relationship?”

“They are both healthy and naughty elves, and much enjoy others. But that is why he is still here! He teaches at the Institute for Advance Study, and babysits new recruits when needed!” she suggested, and laughed as Rasten frowned at her humor.