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"If you don’t change me back soon, I might be forced to through all caution and sense to the wind and mount you right here, right now.’
"Like I said before, you can try, but I will leave you out here on your own."
The fading daylight was streaming through the treetops, casting a halo of light around Alleria’s naked body. The gentle breeze in the air shifted and played with her long dark hair, causing it to brush at her shoulders.
Barely holding back his need to take her here and now, Mason fell to the forest floor on his back. Squirming around in the leaves and grass, he let out a low whine. "You’re going to do me in, right here, right now. My end is nigh.’
Alleria kneeled beside the frustrated wolf, ignoring his fussing. She said, "I am going to cancel the spell-shape on you now and then use some different magic to fortify your body." Reaching out, she laid her hand on the dire wolf’s head. Its shape twisted and shrunk, fur receding until Mason had returned to his normal shape. He looked as weak and frail as he had before. Murmuring another set of magic words, Alleria caused his body to toughen and grow a little bit more robust. "Hopefully that will keep safe while we liberate you from your nightshirt and get that potion into your body."
Even with his advanced age and frailty, there was no escaping the physical signs of the state she had put him in. The front of his thin nightshirt was tented slightly. She couldn’t help but smile at the effect she could still have on him.
He followed her gaze downward and his pale brown eyes light up with mirth as well. "The ship might be old, but the mast is still holding firm."
"Valkur has taken good care of his vassal, apparently." Alleria said, bending in low to kiss him gently on the lips.
"I’m ready to ride out one last storm." He said softly, reaching out to run his fingers through the strands of her long raven black hair. They traveled to her shoulder and down her arm. "You are more beautiful than I remember, if that were possible." His fingers traveled, lightly brushing across the side of her breast before taking a nipple between a finger and thumb, rolling it gently.
Carefully, she pulled his nightshirt up over his head, though needing to wait for him to finish marveling at her breasts for a moment. His clothing was tossed on the pile with hers, and now that his body was liberated from the confinements of its clothing, she moved her hand to grasp his burgeoning erection.
Mason let out a soft gasp, eyes going wide as she reminded him of the long forgotten sensation. He shifted slightly under her touch, "That’s my captain. Going straight for the rudder."
"Just trying to delay further, though I suppose there is really no sense in it."
"I don’t want you to kill me with kindness before the main event." He teased gently.
Alleria reached over to grab the small box, and carefully took the small bottle out of it. Swinging one leg over Mason, she hovered over his frail body, on her knees. She removed the bottle from the box and carefully pulled the stopper from it.
"You said this potion would turn me into anything I could think of?" That mischievous glint had returned to his old eyes.
"I swear to The Mother...." She said, giving him a fierce look.
"Okay. Okay. An Elf." He replied, one corner of his mouth tugging upwards into a grin.
"That is correct, an Elf. Like me. A male Elf, like me." She stressed, recalling how he used to tease her about Tallonon.
"I swear on Valkur’s beard, I will use it to be a full blooded, male, woodland Elf." He said with full sincerity, before adding: "With a perfect prick to drive you wild with."
"Remind me to smack you, after you change. Now, stop talking for a moment..." she ordered and once he had complied, poured the glittery liquid into his mouth.
The transformation wasn’t as dramatic as his change into a dire wolf. His body shape barely changed, slimming and smoothing out slightly. The biggest change was the disappearance of all his greying body hair, including the wiry patch surrounding his semi-erect manhood. His skin also darkened to a coppery hue like hers. His face lost that rugged human quality that she had actually grown fond of, slimming down and becoming more angular. The points of his ears became more pronounced and his rich brown hair returned. Most importantly, the years melted away from him, until he was as fit and youthful as the day she met him.
Alleria watched, mouth agape slightly. She had seen countless transformations, but never one like this. When his new shape was complete, she whispered. "You make for a very handsome Elf, dearheart."
Now that he was no longer frail and delicate, she stopped hovering, resting her body atop his.
"Not that I don’t enjoy our wolfy jaunts through the forest, my love, but this is much better." He moved his strong hands to rest on her hips, holding her firmly in place against his now very hard cock.
A playful squeal escaped her lips as Mason took charge, flexing his returned youth. She was already enjoying the strength of his spell form. Especially when he flipped her over, playfully, onto her back. Hovering above her now, he stared down longingly into her eyes.
"I am going to toss you about like a skiff in a storm." He said with a grin, pressing his form firmly against hers. His stiff, excited, cock rubbed up against her thigh, leaving a trail of pearly of fluid along her skin.
"I wish I could draw this out for much longer than we have." He said in low tones, his voice still holding a lupine, predatory, quality to it.
"With the look in your eye, my love, I feel more like a mutton chop than your lover." She squirmed under him, making sure to rub as much of her bare, coppery, skin against his. The sensation of his hardness pressed against her leg only helped to feed the fire growing between her thighs.
"I assure you, my appetite will never be sated when it comes to you, my dearest." He dipped his head low to nibble on her earlobe, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his teeth, making a playful growling noise.
She ran her hands up the sides of his legs, applying just enough pressure with her finger nails to leave light scratch marks behind. When she opened her mouth to speak, his lips moved to hers, silencing whatever she had to say, with another kiss. All she managed was a soft, throaty chuckle as her hands continued to move up his body, to his firm, round, ass.
Bracing himself with one arm, he ran the other down the length of her naked body, from shoulder to hip where he palmed the supple cheek of her behind. He pushed her leg up, fingers running down the back of her leg to her knee.
In this position, at this angle, his cock was poised to finally enter her. To finally, after all that wasted time, know her completely. Even with all those lost years, the wait to claim her had not diminished.
She felt it too, and as the tip of his hard shaft found the building warmth between her thighs, she sunk her nails into the firm flesh of his ass. When he did take the plunge, it was with urgency and need, one quick thrust that filled her completely. Her response could have only been a sharp, short gasp, a mix of surprise and pleasure.
His mouth swallowed the noise as he continued to kiss her deeply, passionately. Any part of his body that could claim and possess, was his to grab and squeeze.
When he finally pulled his lips from hers, straightening his upper body to do so, he looked down at her, offering an expression that was heavy with desire.
He moved her leg, the one he still held by the ankle, to rest on his shoulder. He stroked the delicate skin along the curve of her calf, letting his hand fall to rest on the ground beside her. Shifting slightly, he quirked a brow at her.
"Shall I continue?" he teased as he turned his head slightly to kiss her delicate foot.
If she were prone to tavern vulgarity, she would have given him a very colorful response, but, he hadn’t nicknamed her princess for lack of reason.
She tilted her hips, allowing him even deeper access her warm passage. At the same moment, she flexed the muscles at her core around his rigid length that was deep inside her.
It was his turn to gasp as the burst of sensations forced him past the edge of reason for very long moment.
"Gods" his voice was a bare rasp once he was able to speak once more. He leaned in to kiss her again, hard, on the lips. Tearing his mouth from hers, he slid his smooth cheek across hers. His breathing was heavy in her ear and he was silent for a long moment. He seemed as if trying to collect himself, savor the moment without losing full control.
"Warn a man next time, or we’ll be done before we’ve gotten started." His tone was teasing, but with long, deep, ragged breathes between his words. His brow was now damp with perspiration. He sounded taxed.
The look she gave in return was of sarcastic mirth. "It lasts an hour, my love, not a single erection."
Her hands resumed their trek over his form, taking in the shape of every muscle. She tilted her head to place a trail of light kisses along his neck, and finely pointed ear.
"Come to think of it, as one of my people, you remind me a little bit of one of my cousins." She whispered, trying her best to feign seriousness.
He laughed, "Wench! What a thing to say." He pulled his face from hers, looking down at her once again, taking in the entirety of her form. His lips were not the only part of his body to withdraw from hers, he pulled his hard length from her as well, leaving barely the swollen tip of it inside her.
Alleria’s hands scrambled to remain in contact with his body as he pulled away, one coming to rest on his hip. The other, not finding a piece of his body to grab, went to one of her breasts, where she toyed with one of her nipples. For both their enjoyment.
The sight of it caused him to lower his hips once more, roughly sinking deep inside her warm, wet passage again. Deep inside her, he made sure to grind against her, rubbing against that sensitive nub of nerves hidden within her warm folds of flesh.
A sharp moan escaped her lips, and she let her head loll to the side, eyes closing for a moment.
With each thrust inside of her, Mason gained more heat, more speed. The sight of her beneath him, the little noises she made each time he plunged deep inside of her. They were driving him mad with lust. His body was already at the edge of release; it had been so long and he had wanted this forever. He wanted to give in so bad, to experience that ecstasy with her. The sooner he gave in to the release, the sooner he could claim her again.
He fought it. He wasn’t alone in the act. It wasn’t just about his desires. He moved in to catch her lips in his once more, nibbling them gently. His hand moved to slide her foot from his shoulder, holding her close to him, he rolled with her.
Finding herself on top now, she shook her hair free, squirming to better position herself. Strong hands grabbed onto her hips, holding her firmly in place atop him. He bucked his hips upwards to meet her, impaling her on his hard shaft repeatedly with true hunger.
She met each of his thrusts with a swift downward movement of her own. Each time she would lift her body up, nearly withdrawing from him, only to forcefully slam down once on him again. And again. She let her head back, each exhale of breath becoming louder in volume and sharper in pitch and need. "Mason..." she cried. "...yes."
He slid his hands from her hips, up her sides, to cups her breasts in each. "You are amazing." He whispered, his voice still full of heat as his fingers greedily pawed her soft, supple form. "You feel amazing." He added, slowing his rhythm once again to delay his inevitable climax.
Bracing her weight against his hands on her, she lolled forward. Her hair fell loosely to frame her face and shoulders as she smiled down at him, her eyes heavy with hunger.
Even though he had, for the moment, ceased his attentions to his womanhood, she hadn’t acted in kind. She was still sliding up and down his hard shaft. Tipping her hips back and forth ever so slightly to coax him in and out of her.
"You were worth the wait, woman." He said with a gasp, his lids shutting tight as he tried to focus and retain control.
Gently, he bent his arms to lower her back to him, his hands still kneading her breasts. Bringing her face to his, he kissed her deeply, once more. As he pulled his lips from hers he brushed them along the soft, perfect skin of her cheek, to the sensitive flesh of her neck, below her ear. He inhaled deeply, committing the scent of her sweat kissed skin to memory.
Straightening his arms, he returned her to an upright position once more. Much like his lips, his hands roamed her damp skin, searching out the most sensitive parts of her body. One hand came to rest on her side, the other moved to the delicate smooth folds where her thighs met.
He ran his thumb along the edge of each, to where they met before moving past them, to gently toy with the delicate nub of flesh hidden beneath them. As it elicited a startled gasp of pleasure from his partner, he continued to play with it, trying to coax more sounds.
She was lost in the electric sparks of ecstasy surging along her nerves, radiating throughout her body. Despite the sensual overload she still managed to keep her rhythm and momentum on his cock.
Mason felt the last bit on control stretch to its breaking point. His thrusts became more frantic, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other becoming louder – as were Alleria’s cries; short and sharp and laced with urgency.
The only sounds in response from Mason were the ragged huffs of breath from a mouth that hung slack with near mindless desire.
He forced his eyes open, gazing up at her. For a moment, it looked like he might speak, but instead he reached for her, grabbing her face roughly in both hands. He channeled the full heat of his desire into a kiss, pressing her lips to his with urgent need.
Their bodies, still thrusting and writhing, moved in rhythm, building the heat between them to epic proportions.
Mason let her go of her face, and Alleria whimpered softly into his agape mouth. Dragging her lips across the damp skin of his face as she sat back up. She looked down at him one last time before closing her eyes tight. She returned her focus back to the rising feelings inside of her, of the sensation of him entering her over and over again, repeatedly splitting her apart and stretching her slick passage to fit his hard, throbbing cock.
As Mason buried his member deep inside of her once more he finally let go. Finally gave in to his own physical need. Finally released the building heat in his loins. He let it push him past the brink and sweep him along on wave after wave of ecstasy.
One deep thrust became the final plunge as his cock erupted deep inside her, filling her with his seed. He was unable to suppress the tiny whimper that escaped his lips as his entire body shudder from the force of his climax, his cock twitching with each jet of sticky fluid. At the apex of his climax he ground his hips against her hard, holding her firmly in place around his exploding manhood.
Alleria was very much aware of his climax, helping him along by clenching her passage walls around his shaft, milking it of its seed. She reached down between her lips, which were splayed around his shaft buried deep within her. Finishing what he had started, she resumed rubbing the sensitive nub of flesh between her slick folds.
She shivered once, twice, from the base of her spine, all the way up to her skull as the combined sensation between her thighs swept her along with him. Her motions atop him changed from grinding to twitching as her whole form went taunt and rigid around him. Something akin to a purr passed her lips, "Mason..." she whispered as her body shock with another spark of pleasure as her own climax continued.
The last spurts of Mason's seed spilled from his cock and, quite spent, he seemed to melt into the ground as his body relaxed completely and went limp under her. His grip on her hips and his cock inside her both softened as well. His mind was quite useless and his body unresponsive. He was still gasping softly, gulping, as if unable to take a full breath.
He seemed to have little concern at the moment about regaining full control over his mind and body, though. He simply wished to bask.
Alleria’s’ body started to relaxed atop him as well, but one last shock of pleasure shot through her body like a tremor. She went completely taunt, toes even digging into the cool earth as they curled in delight.
He chuckled weakly. It was the best he could muster at the moment with his brain and body still akin to jelly.
She was every bit was spent as he, but seemed to have some semblance of speech. Collapsing on top of him, she made herself comfortable, nestling her face into the crook of his neck. "Was it everything you dreamed up?" She asked with a chuckle of her own.
He shivered at the sensation of her warm breath on his sweat damp skin.
"Yes." He said softly, lifting an arm that felt lead filled, to tuck a stray couple of strands of hair behind her ear. "You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t wax poetically about it right now. I haven’t got it in me."
Alleria chuckled again. "You are no bard, even at the best of times." Her voice was soft and intimate. "I know you enjoyed it. Even more than I did, perhaps..."
With great effort, he lifted his other arm to wrap around her and tilted his head to rest against hers. "I could lay like this forever."
"There is still time..." she pointed out.
"Aye, and I will have you again. In a minute. When I’ve had my fill of this precious moment."
She slid her foot idly up and down his calf, caressing his leg distractedly. "I am more than content to do just that, my love."
They laid quietly together for another handful of moments, savoring the peaceful comfort of their embrace. Mason wasn’t content to bask for too long though and in no time, he had Alleria flipped over on all fours, ready to take her again.
He would do so two more times before the spell-shape potion wore off and he was returned to his natural, feeble old self.
One again, they laid together on the cool earth, nestled in each other’s arms.
It was approaching dawn when Alleria felt her lover slip away in her arms. However, she wasn’t able to muster the emotional fortitude to move until the sun’s early days finally touched them. With a heavy heart, she carried Mason's body back to his cottage and his kin, leaving them to care for the husk of their beloved patriarch. Without word, Alleria slipped away and began the journey back to the Dalelands.
"Mother, are you sure Valkur will get my messages for father?" The young child asked, as he played in the coarse, damp, beach sand at the edge of the water. He looked very young, and given his Elven heritage, it would have been difficult for a non-Elf to gauge his age exactly. In the water, nearby, a paper boat was propping in the surf.
Alleria had never wanted to lie to her son, but he was still too young for the full story, for the difficult topic of death. "Yes, my dear one, your father has sailed on, beyond our reach. He is with his god now." She explained.
He continued to question his mother, "Is Valkur’s ship a big one? Does he even have a boat, or do they just ride the waves like porpoises?" the boy asked, looking back at his mother. He rubbed his hands across his breeches, trying to scrub the sand from them. He was less than successful, and as he reached up to brush his familiar mussy brown hair from his eyes, he peppered it with grains of sand.
Alleria chuckled lightly, trying to picture Mason swimming through the waves like a dolphin. She could have done that for him while he still lived, but the opportunity, like so many others, had been lost to time.
"My little Mae’siin, I have no idea, but, I would like to think your father is somehow now part of the sea itself. It was one of his great loves." She said softly, pushing herself up from the large grey, wave worn stone where she had been seated, to take him another of the paper boats they had made together.
"This one..." She said as she handed the red boat to him, "Tells your father all about how we celebrated your last birth day." They had made a half or dozen or so of these latter boats as a way for Mae’siin to form a connection to his dead father.
As the last message was launched into the choppy waves, the boy stood and slipped his tiny, sand covered hand into his mothers, squeezing it tight. "We will have time to visit Balen and his family? I would like to see Old Oak again too."
Alleria nodded in response. "Yes, I believe we will. And, if I am not mistaken, the twins should be old enough to play with now."
The child’s face lit up in excitement and Alleria’s heart ached with a sudden mix of sorrow and joy. He had the very same twinkle in his eye that Mason had.
"And you will summon rabbits for us to play with?"
Alleria laughed as she summoned them a horse to ride. "Yes, an entire score of rabbits for you and your cousins to play with if you wish." She lifted him up onto the horse, and then climbed on herself. Glancing over her shoulder once more, before they left, she saw the tiny paper boats well on their way towards the horizon.
"Do you ever think about where you’d draw the line?" I asked the man beside me.
I had known Davros for a decent chunk of my short, miserable life. We were, at best, lovers and at worse, rivals. He knew more about my past than anyone else, though that still wasn’t very much.
"Maybe that Orcish ale that they say is made with real blood." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow he was drooling on.

"If you don’t change me back soon, I might be forced to through all caution and sense to the wind and mount you right here, right now.’

"Like I said before, you can try, but I will leave you out here on your own."

The fading daylight was streaming through the treetops, casting a halo of light around Alleria’s naked body. The gentle breeze in the air shifted and played with her long dark hair, causing it to brush at her shoulders.

Barely holding back his need to take her here and now, Mason fell to the forest floor on his back. Squirming around in the leaves and grass, he let out a low whine. "You’re going to do me in, right here, right now. My end is nigh.’

Alleria kneeled beside the frustrated wolf, ignoring his fussing. She said, "I am going to cancel the spell-shape on you now and then use some different magic to fortify your body." Reaching out, she laid her hand on the dire wolf’s head. Its shape twisted and shrunk, fur receding until Mason had returned to his normal shape. He looked as weak and frail as he had before. Murmuring another set of magic words, Alleria caused his body to toughen and grow a little bit more robust. "Hopefully that will keep safe while we liberate you from your nightshirt and get that potion into your body."

Even with his advanced age and frailty, there was no escaping the physical signs of the state she had put him in. The front of his thin nightshirt was tented slightly. She couldn’t help but smile at the effect she could still have on him.

He followed her gaze downward and his pale brown eyes light up with mirth as well. "The ship might be old, but the mast is still holding firm."

"Valkur has taken good care of his vassal, apparently." Alleria said, bending in low to kiss him gently on the lips.

"I’m ready to ride out one last storm." He said softly, reaching out to run his fingers through the strands of her long raven black hair. They traveled to her shoulder and down her arm. "You are more beautiful than I remember, if that were possible." His fingers traveled, lightly brushing across the side of her breast before taking a nipple between a finger and thumb, rolling it gently.

Carefully, she pulled his nightshirt up over his head, though needing to wait for him to finish marveling at her breasts for a moment. His clothing was tossed on the pile with hers, and now that his body was liberated from the confinements of its clothing, she moved her hand to grasp his burgeoning erection.

Mason let out a soft gasp, eyes going wide as she reminded him of the long forgotten sensation. He shifted slightly under her touch, "That’s my captain. Going straight for the rudder."

"Just trying to delay further, though I suppose there is really no sense in it."

"I don’t want you to kill me with kindness before the main event." He teased gently.

Alleria reached over to grab the small box, and carefully took the small bottle out of it. Swinging one leg over Mason, she hovered over his frail body, on her knees. She removed the bottle from the box and carefully pulled the stopper from it.

"You said this potion would turn me into anything I could think of?" That mischievous glint had returned to his old eyes.

"I swear to The Mother...." She said, giving him a fierce look.

"Okay. Okay. An Elf." He replied, one corner of his mouth tugging upwards into a grin.

"That is correct, an Elf. Like me. A male Elf, like me." She stressed, recalling how he used to tease her about Tallonon.

"I swear on Valkur’s beard, I will use it to be a full blooded, male, woodland Elf." He said with full sincerity, before adding: "With a perfect prick to drive you wild with."

"Remind me to smack you, after you change. Now, stop talking for a moment..." she ordered and once he had complied, poured the glittery liquid into his mouth.

The transformation wasn’t as dramatic as his change into a dire wolf. His body shape barely changed, slimming and smoothing out slightly. The biggest change was the disappearance of all his greying body hair, including the wiry patch surrounding his semi-erect manhood. His skin also darkened to a coppery hue like hers. His face lost that rugged human quality that she had actually grown fond of, slimming down and becoming more angular. The points of his ears became more pronounced and his rich brown hair returned. Most importantly, the years melted away from him, until he was as fit and youthful as the day she met him.

Alleria watched, mouth agape slightly. She had seen countless transformations, but never one like this. When his new shape was complete, she whispered. "You make for a very handsome Elf, dearheart."

Now that he was no longer frail and delicate, she stopped hovering, resting her body atop his.

"Not that I don’t enjoy our wolfy jaunts through the forest, my love, but this is much better." He moved his strong hands to rest on her hips, holding her firmly in place against his now very hard cock.

A playful squeal escaped her lips as Mason took charge, flexing his returned youth. She was already enjoying the strength of his spell form. Especially when he flipped her over, playfully, onto her back. Hovering above her now, he stared down longingly into her eyes.

"I am going to toss you about like a skiff in a storm." He said with a grin, pressing his form firmly against hers. His stiff, excited, cock rubbed up against her thigh, leaving a trail of pearly of fluid along her skin.

"I wish I could draw this out for much longer than we have." He said in low tones, his voice still holding a lupine, predatory, quality to it.

"With the look in your eye, my love, I feel more like a mutton chop than your lover." She squirmed under him, making sure to rub as much of her bare, coppery, skin against his. The sensation of his hardness pressed against her leg only helped to feed the fire growing between her thighs.

"I assure you, my appetite will never be sated when it comes to you, my dearest." He dipped his head low to nibble on her earlobe, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his teeth, making a playful growling noise.

She ran her hands up the sides of his legs, applying just enough pressure with her finger nails to leave light scratch marks behind. When she opened her mouth to speak, his lips moved to hers, silencing whatever she had to say, with another kiss. All she managed was a soft, throaty chuckle as her hands continued to move up his body, to his firm, round, ass.

Bracing himself with one arm, he ran the other down the length of her naked body, from shoulder to hip where he palmed the supple cheek of her behind. He pushed her leg up, fingers running down the back of her leg to her knee.

In this position, at this angle, his cock was poised to finally enter her. To finally, after all that wasted time, know her completely. Even with all those lost years, the wait to claim her had not diminished.

She felt it too, and as the tip of his hard shaft found the building warmth between her thighs, she sunk her nails into the firm flesh of his ass. When he did take the plunge, it was with urgency and need, one quick thrust that filled her completely. Her response could have only been a sharp, short gasp, a mix of surprise and pleasure.

His mouth swallowed the noise as he continued to kiss her deeply, passionately. Any part of his body that could claim and possess, was his to grab and squeeze.

When he finally pulled his lips from hers, straightening his upper body to do so, he looked down at her, offering an expression that was heavy with desire.

He moved her leg, the one he still held by the ankle, to rest on his shoulder. He stroked the delicate skin along the curve of her calf, letting his hand fall to rest on the ground beside her. Shifting slightly, he quirked a brow at her.

"Shall I continue?" he teased as he turned his head slightly to kiss her delicate foot.

If she were prone to tavern vulgarity, she would have given him a very colorful response, but, he hadn’t nicknamed her princess for lack of reason.

She tilted her hips, allowing him even deeper access her warm passage. At the same moment, she flexed the muscles at her core around his rigid length that was deep inside her.

It was his turn to gasp as the burst of sensations forced him past the edge of reason for very long moment.

"Gods" his voice was a bare rasp once he was able to speak once more. He leaned in to kiss her again, hard, on the lips. Tearing his mouth from hers, he slid his smooth cheek across hers. His breathing was heavy in her ear and he was silent for a long moment. He seemed as if trying to collect himself, savor the moment without losing full control.

"Warn a man next time, or we’ll be done before we’ve gotten started." His tone was teasing, but with long, deep, ragged breathes between his words. His brow was now damp with perspiration. He sounded taxed.

The look she gave in return was of sarcastic mirth. "It lasts an hour, my love, not a single erection."

Her hands resumed their trek over his form, taking in the shape of every muscle. She tilted her head to place a trail of light kisses along his neck, and finely pointed ear.

"Come to think of it, as one of my people, you remind me a little bit of one of my cousins." She whispered, trying her best to feign seriousness.

He laughed, "Wench! What a thing to say." He pulled his face from hers, looking down at her once again, taking in the entirety of her form. His lips were not the only part of his body to withdraw from hers, he pulled his hard length from her as well, leaving barely the swollen tip of it inside her.

Alleria’s hands scrambled to remain in contact with his body as he pulled away, one coming to rest on his hip. The other, not finding a piece of his body to grab, went to one of her breasts, where she toyed with one of her nipples. For both their enjoyment.

The sight of it caused him to lower his hips once more, roughly sinking deep inside her warm, wet passage again. Deep inside her, he made sure to grind against her, rubbing against that sensitive nub of nerves hidden within her warm folds of flesh.

A sharp moan escaped her lips, and she let her head loll to the side, eyes closing for a moment.

With each thrust inside of her, Mason gained more heat, more speed. The sight of her beneath him, the little noises she made each time he plunged deep inside of her. They were driving him mad with lust. His body was already at the edge of release; it had been so long and he had wanted this forever. He wanted to give in so bad, to experience that ecstasy with her. The sooner he gave in to the release, the sooner he could claim her again.

He fought it. He wasn’t alone in the act. It wasn’t just about his desires. He moved in to catch her lips in his once more, nibbling them gently. His hand moved to slide her foot from his shoulder, holding her close to him, he rolled with her.

Finding herself on top now, she shook her hair free, squirming to better position herself. Strong hands grabbed onto her hips, holding her firmly in place atop him. He bucked his hips upwards to meet her, impaling her on his hard shaft repeatedly with true hunger.

She met each of his thrusts with a swift downward movement of her own. Each time she would lift her body up, nearly withdrawing from him, only to forcefully slam down once on him again. And again. She let her head back, each exhale of breath becoming louder in volume and sharper in pitch and need. "Mason..." she cried. "...yes."

He slid his hands from her hips, up her sides, to cups her breasts in each. "You are amazing." He whispered, his voice still full of heat as his fingers greedily pawed her soft, supple form. "You feel amazing." He added, slowing his rhythm once again to delay his inevitable climax.

Bracing her weight against his hands on her, she lolled forward. Her hair fell loosely to frame her face and shoulders as she smiled down at him, her eyes heavy with hunger.

Even though he had, for the moment, ceased his attentions to his womanhood, she hadn’t acted in kind. She was still sliding up and down his hard shaft. Tipping her hips back and forth ever so slightly to coax him in and out of her.

"You were worth the wait, woman." He said with a gasp, his lids shutting tight as he tried to focus and retain control.

Gently, he bent his arms to lower her back to him, his hands still kneading her breasts. Bringing her face to his, he kissed her deeply, once more. As he pulled his lips from hers he brushed them along the soft, perfect skin of her cheek, to the sensitive flesh of her neck, below her ear. He inhaled deeply, committing the scent of her sweat kissed skin to memory.

Straightening his arms, he returned her to an upright position once more. Much like his lips, his hands roamed her damp skin, searching out the most sensitive parts of her body. One hand came to rest on her side, the other moved to the delicate smooth folds where her thighs met.

He ran his thumb along the edge of each, to where they met before moving past them, to gently toy with the delicate nub of flesh hidden beneath them. As it elicited a startled gasp of pleasure from his partner, he continued to play with it, trying to coax more sounds.

She was lost in the electric sparks of ecstasy surging along her nerves, radiating throughout her body. Despite the sensual overload she still managed to keep her rhythm and momentum on his cock.

Mason felt the last bit on control stretch to its breaking point. His thrusts became more frantic, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other becoming louder – as were Alleria’s cries; short and sharp and laced with urgency.

The only sounds in response from Mason were the ragged huffs of breath from a mouth that hung slack with near mindless desire.

He forced his eyes open, gazing up at her. For a moment, it looked like he might speak, but instead he reached for her, grabbing her face roughly in both hands. He channeled the full heat of his desire into a kiss, pressing her lips to his with urgent need.

Their bodies, still thrusting and writhing, moved in rhythm, building the heat between them to epic proportions.

Mason let her go of her face, and Alleria whimpered softly into his agape mouth. Dragging her lips across the damp skin of his face as she sat back up. She looked down at him one last time before closing her eyes tight. She returned her focus back to the rising feelings inside of her, of the sensation of him entering her over and over again, repeatedly splitting her apart and stretching her slick passage to fit his hard, throbbing cock.

As Mason buried his member deep inside of her once more he finally let go. Finally gave in to his own physical need. Finally released the building heat in his loins. He let it push him past the brink and sweep him along on wave after wave of ecstasy.

One deep thrust became the final plunge as his cock erupted deep inside her, filling her with his seed. He was unable to suppress the tiny whimper that escaped his lips as his entire body shudder from the force of his climax, his cock twitching with each jet of sticky fluid. At the apex of his climax he ground his hips against her hard, holding her firmly in place around his exploding manhood.

Alleria was very much aware of his climax, helping him along by clenching her passage walls around his shaft, milking it of its seed. She reached down between her lips, which were splayed around his shaft buried deep within her. Finishing what he had started, she resumed rubbing the sensitive nub of flesh between her slick folds.

She shivered once, twice, from the base of her spine, all the way up to her skull as the combined sensation between her thighs swept her along with him. Her motions atop him changed from grinding to twitching as her whole form went taunt and rigid around him. Something akin to a purr passed her lips, "Mason..." she whispered as her body shock with another spark of pleasure as her own climax continued.

The last spurts of Mason's seed spilled from his cock and, quite spent, he seemed to melt into the ground as his body relaxed completely and went limp under her. His grip on her hips and his cock inside her both softened as well. His mind was quite useless and his body unresponsive. He was still gasping softly, gulping, as if unable to take a full breath.

He seemed to have little concern at the moment about regaining full control over his mind and body, though. He simply wished to bask.

Alleria’s’ body started to relaxed atop him as well, but one last shock of pleasure shot through her body like a tremor. She went completely taunt, toes even digging into the cool earth as they curled in delight.

He chuckled weakly. It was the best he could muster at the moment with his brain and body still akin to jelly.

She was every bit was spent as he, but seemed to have some semblance of speech. Collapsing on top of him, she made herself comfortable, nestling her face into the crook of his neck. "Was it everything you dreamed up?" She asked with a chuckle of her own.

He shivered at the sensation of her warm breath on his sweat damp skin.

"Yes." He said softly, lifting an arm that felt lead filled, to tuck a stray couple of strands of hair behind her ear. "You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t wax poetically about it right now. I haven’t got it in me."

Alleria chuckled again. "You are no bard, even at the best of times." Her voice was soft and intimate. "I know you enjoyed it. Even more than I did, perhaps..."

With great effort, he lifted his other arm to wrap around her and tilted his head to rest against hers. "I could lay like this forever."

"There is still time..." she pointed out.

"Aye, and I will have you again. In a minute. When I’ve had my fill of this precious moment."

She slid her foot idly up and down his calf, caressing his leg distractedly. "I am more than content to do just that, my love."

They laid quietly together for another handful of moments, savoring the peaceful comfort of their embrace. Mason wasn’t content to bask for too long though and in no time, he had Alleria flipped over on all fours, ready to take her again.

He would do so two more times before the spell-shape potion wore off and he was returned to his natural, feeble old self.

One again, they laid together on the cool earth, nestled in each other’s arms.

It was approaching dawn when Alleria felt her lover slip away in her arms. However, she wasn’t able to muster the emotional fortitude to move until the sun’s early days finally touched them. With a heavy heart, she carried Mason's body back to his cottage and his kin, leaving them to care for the husk of their beloved patriarch. Without word, Alleria slipped away and began the journey back to the Dalelands.

"Mother, are you sure Valkur will get my messages for father?" The young child asked, as he played in the coarse, damp, beach sand at the edge of the water. He looked very young, and given his Elven heritage, it would have been difficult for a non-Elf to gauge his age exactly. In the water, nearby, a paper boat was propping in the surf.

Alleria had never wanted to lie to her son, but he was still too young for the full story, for the difficult topic of death. "Yes, my dear one, your father has sailed on, beyond our reach. He is with his god now." She explained.

He continued to question his mother, "Is Valkur’s ship a big one? Does he even have a boat, or do they just ride the waves like porpoises?" the boy asked, looking back at his mother. He rubbed his hands across his breeches, trying to scrub the sand from them. He was less than successful, and as he reached up to brush his familiar mussy brown hair from his eyes, he peppered it with grains of sand.

Alleria chuckled lightly, trying to picture Mason swimming through the waves like a dolphin. She could have done that for him while he still lived, but the opportunity, like so many others, had been lost to time.

"My little Mae’siin, I have no idea, but, I would like to think your father is somehow now part of the sea itself. It was one of his great loves." She said softly, pushing herself up from the large grey, wave worn stone where she had been seated, to take him another of the paper boats they had made together.

"This one..." She said as she handed the red boat to him, "Tells your father all about how we celebrated your last birth day." They had made a half or dozen or so of these latter boats as a way for Mae’siin to form a connection to his dead father.

As the last message was launched into the choppy waves, the boy stood and slipped his tiny, sand covered hand into his mothers, squeezing it tight. "We will have time to visit Balen and his family? I would like to see Old Oak again too."

Alleria nodded in response. "Yes, I believe we will. And, if I am not mistaken, the twins should be old enough to play with now."

The child’s face lit up in excitement and Alleria’s heart ached with a sudden mix of sorrow and joy. He had the very same twinkle in his eye that Mason had.

"And you will summon rabbits for us to play with?"

Alleria laughed as she summoned them a horse to ride. "Yes, an entire score of rabbits for you and your cousins to play with if you wish." She lifted him up onto the horse, and then climbed on herself. Glancing over her shoulder once more, before they left, she saw the tiny paper boats well on their way towards the horizon.

"Do you ever think about where you’d draw the line?" I asked the man beside me.

I had known Davros for a decent chunk of my short, miserable life. We were, at best, lovers and at worse, rivals. He knew more about my past than anyone else, though that still wasn’t very much.

"Maybe that Orcish ale that they say is made with real blood." He replied, his voice muffled by the pillow he was drooling on.