Kuunstoonar smiled. He looked down at the beautiful female elf desperately servicing his cock. She wore nothing except a green emerald necklace, nipple rings with jingle bells, and a maidservant’s skirt. Above each of her nipples was the deep brand of her guardian’s house. She had been doing her best in the last hour to pleasure him with her mouth.

She knew that if she failed to fully please a male elf, especially a powerful elf like Kuunstoonar, she would receive a lengthy harsh discipline. She was desperate to avoid that discipline. Her guardian had warned her to please Great Sir Kuunstoonar or she would receive additional discipline when she was returned to her guardian. Her supple tongue and well-trained throat expertly stroked and suckled Kuunstoonar’s cock. He released his cum, washing her throat with his seed. She swallowed all of it. Once done, she stayed on her knees and looked up into his eyes.

“Great sir,” she fearfully asked, “may this worthless maidservant pleasure you in any other way? Her cunt and ass are yours to take.”

“No, that’s enough,” Kuunstoonar replied. “Leave me.”

“Yes, great sir,” she said. She hurried and left. All maidservants had learned to promptly obey. One torture session was usually enough to explain to maidservants all they needed to know about the importance of prompt obedience.

Kuunstoonar began to read through the new reports he’d received. Each report added a piece of information about their human adversaries. He had learned more about humans in the last two months than in the rest of his three hundred years of life. The anger he’d repeatedly felt these past two months once again returned.

Like practically all male elves, Kuunstoonar hated and despised humans. He was confident that humans were far lesser beings than elves. Yet the humans had conquered every elven city on the continent of Fourth, one by one.

Even when Merifuge had fallen, the last of the elven cities on the continent, the elves had been confident that they would one day retake the continent. The elves had reminded themselves that humans merely procreated quickly. The solution was simple, humans needed to be killed or enslaved more quickly. Sanctuary had been secretly established centuries ago to enable elves to deal with a natural disaster of one kind or another. Human victories were merely a kind of natural disaster. Elves knew they would work together to eventually recover their control.

The most recent events had shaken the elves’ confidence even further. It was clear that a female elf had helped the humans. She had stolen one of the king’s power orbs. The betrayal of elvendom by an elf was shocking. Even more shocking, it was clear that the humans had received intelligence about elven actions, presumably from an elf. There was no other explanation for why the power orb had been stolen once its purpose was revealed. The humans had even had a team waiting to receive the orb from the traitorous female elf. The idea of an elf betraying elves to humans was disturbing and new. Elves betrayed each other all the time, sure, but never to humans. At least, that’s what most elves had thought.

A few elves, those who had deeply delved into ancient history, had pointed out that some female elves had been accused of voluntarily betraying elvendom. There had been whispers of female elves who had claimed that humans were equally as valuable as elves. Such accusations had been taken seriously, but never proven. These were generally ancient tales were from long ago, from before the time of Vrentanee’s gift.

Some more thoughtful elves had suspected that perhaps female elves in captivity might, after decades, become enslaved to humans through their cunts. This theory had been not been taken too seriously by many, but it had been plausible. This theory did not explain why a female elf would betray elvendom after a short time of captivity. Especially a high elf. No. More was clearly going on.

Kuunstoonar had rapidly set up spy rings to learn more about their human adversaries. He and his subordinates now controlled innumerable spy rings. Learning about humans had been surprisingly easy. Most humans were terrified when they were alone and encountered a male elf. Nearly all humans had no chance against a male elf in a one-on-one match. When the humans were instead offered their lives and gold trinkets, in exchange for information about human society, most humans thought the deal was a sweet one. Much of the information the elves wanted was no secret among humans. The humans saw no reason to hide the information.

Many humans gladly helped form spy rings. As a result, a wealth of information about humans was being brought to the elves. Many humans presumed the time of the elves was over. Many humans saw no problem in sharing secrets in exchange for coin. Kuunstoonar had learned it was easy to find greedy humans willing to betray their own species. Even more humans were willing to trade information for coin when they didn’t know the elves were the final recipients.

Kuunstoonar didn’t trust any one human. If many humans independently corroborated a claim, though, the information began to look trustworthy. Kuunstoonar had established many separate spy networks among the humans. The creation of many different spy rings, with cells not knowing about the others, had ripped the blindfold off elven eyes.

Kuunstoonar realized that while elves were smart, they had also been fools. The humans weren’t individually as smart as elves, but the humans had organized well. The humans had expertly exploited their greater numbers. The humans had also developed magical capabilities far beyond what the elves had expected humans to have. Kuunstoonar had learned that humans were using magical runes inside collars to rapidly tame females, both human and elven. Human magic was crude. Its grossly accelerated speed had many negative side-effects. Yet human magic was also effective. This explained why female elves almost never escaped the human cities. This probably also explained why a female elf — a high elf no less! — had switched sides and aided humans soon after her capture.

Kuunstoonar had learned that while most humans didn’t have magical abilities, the best human magicians were far more capable than elves had expected. Some of the humans’ combat spells had been known for some time. Their spells and abilities other than combat spells, now partly revealed, had been a surprise to all elves.

Elvenkind now knew they had had dreadfully underestimated their human adversaries. Elven underestimation had been rooted in their lack of knowledge about humans. The leaders of elvenkind responsible for this weakness were now dead. Kuunstoonar would help ensure that elvenkind would never make that mistake again.

Kuunstoonar had also formed a counter-intelligence group to root out betrayers within elvendom. Every elf who had returned to Sanctuary from capture had been checked for magical mind control. Every new arrival endured the same checking protocol. This had not yet identified any more betrayers. This was primarily a reflection of how few elves had escaped the humans to arrive at Sanctuary.

Kuunstoonar’s group had taken another step to counter betrayers. His team had begun jamming magical communication in Sanctuary. Only communication devices expressly approved by the king would be able to work inside Sanctuary. This was inconvenient, but also necessary. Kuunstoonar couldn’t be sure who else was an elven betrayer, or if there even were others. His team could at least make it harder for betrayers to coordinate or report anything to humans. The only known betrayer had been female, so they had done their best to ensure female elves did not have any working communication devices. No male minded having yet another advantage over females.

Kuunstoonar had not yet learned the location of maidservant Aareesha. Capturing her, and ensuring she brutally suffered, was near the top of his king’s priorities. Her location had been harder to discover than Kuunstoonar had expected. Most ordinary humans neither knew nor cared about the identity or location of any particular female elf. The leads that the elves had received were numerous, contradictory, and confusing. Kuunstoonar had come to realize that, annoyingly, the human leaders also knew that finding Aareesha was important to the elves. The human leaders had clearly planted an overwhelming number of false leads.

Kuunstoonar didn’t want to risk elven soldiers’ lives in a covert operation while the target location was uncertain. Male elves were individually powerful, but a human city had a lot of humans. Kuunstoonar wasn’t worried. If the humans planted ten thousand false leads to hide the truth, his team would investigate ten thousand and one leads. Sooner or later Kuunstoonar would discover what he wanted to know. Their prize would be acquired.

A male elf ran into the room and bowed at his waist. He addressed Kuunstoonar, saying, “Great sir, I bring more reports from the field!”

“Excellent,” Kuunstoonar replied. “Are the other preparations nearly ready?”

“Yes, great sir.”

“As you were. If you have nothing else, you are dismissed.”

“Yes, great sir.” He bowed again, as etiquette required, and left.

Kuunstoonar picked up these latest reports. He began to peruse them. One was addressed to a picture of an eyeball. He smiled.

Kuunstoonar had earned a new nickname for himself, “the Eye.” He hadn’t wanted to learn about humans, but elvendom needed someone willing to do it. At the request of his king, he had fervently devoted himself to the task. Among the elves, no one today knew more about humans. In addition, no one had dedicated himself as much to counter-intelligence. His efforts to learn to counter humans were now legendary. He and his subordinates watched everywhere to see what humans might be doing. Other elves had given Kuunstoonar the nickname “the Eye” in honor of his efforts.

Kuunstoonar’s studies on humans had given him wisdom and anger in equal measures. He had learned much. Yet he was not someone who was satisfied to merely sit in a chair and read. As soon as he could, he would be applying his knowledge, with his sword in his hand. He was focused on rendering powerful service to his king, to his emperor, and to elvendom.

Kuunstoonar looked to his side. He gazed at the recent commission from King Intaanoo himself. It said that if Kuunstoonar, the eye of elvendom, could capture maidservant Aareesha and bring her to justice, then he would be granted nobility. Nobility!

Today he was a “great sir,” not merely a “sir.” In years past, his new high status of “great sir” among the commoners would have more than satisfied him. It was a great accomplishment. The possibly of him gaining the noble title of lord was something his father could have never imagined. His father had been killed by low-life humans during the war. Yet another reason for vengeance against the humans, as far as Kuunstoonar was concerned. Kuunstoonar would love to become a noble. He would feel deep pride knowing his father would have been proud. Kuunstoonar couldn’t wait to receive the honor and pleasures of such a title. He would die happy knowing that he would pass on that noble status to his firstborn son.

Kuunstoonar would love to bring that haughty traitorous bitch to justice, anyway. Kuunstoonar knew his father would have been especially pleased with such an event. Kuunstoonar could imagine maidservant Aareesha kowtowing to the king on her knuckles, knees, and forehead. She would be wearing a maidservant’s uniform, of course. She would beg for mercy. She would beg for forgiveness from her king. Her king would deny it, and instead impose upon her endless torture. Once the king had made his declaration, the king would turn to Kuunstoonar and grant him nobility. The idea of receiving power while watching maidservant Aareesha eternally suffer made Kuunstoonar’s cock grow rock hard.

“Maidservant!,” he cried out.

The unfortunate maidservant on duty re-entered the room. She kowtowed in fear to him. “Yes, great sir? This worthless maidservant serves at your pleasure.”

Kuunstoonar stroked his emerald ring. The maidservant immediately collapsed as torture overcame her. The maidservant felt as if her whole body was burning in fire and freezing in ice, while her skin had the sensation of being repeatedly ripped off her body with hooks. The sensations weren’t real, they were caused by mental control. The torture was real enough. He smiled, enjoying the view of her lying on the floor in continuous agony. Nothing gave him pleasure and relaxation like torturing a female elf. He decided he would study the reports for the next hour while she suffered.

Every report of the humans’ successes made him angry. The maidservant’s suffering relieved some of his anger. Once he was done reading, he planned to stroke his emerald ring to release her. He would then harshly fuck her cunt to slake his anger further. He would enjoy himself. He was certain she wouldn’t enjoy her time with him at all.

He was confident his subordinates would find their prey. It wouldn’t be long now. “The eye” would soon be bringing his sword to the world of the humans. He was in the prime of his life, with extensive battle training and experience. He had multiple subordinates with similar prowess. He knew how to bring destruction. He would not be merciful. Soon there would be a pile of dead human bodies. He smiled broadly in anticipation. His thoughts focused on one simple word.

« Soon. »

“Look Bon,” said Ti, “if you want to live, you must accept this deal.”

Bon sat across from Ti in Ston’s finest restaurant. They were accompanied by Elder Fohn. Bon was delighted with the company, the impressive food, and the spectacular wine. Bon was also delighted that Elder Fohn was footing the exorbitant restaurant bill.

Bon was not happy with the topic of discussion.

Bon replied, “Look, I own my townhouse outright. I don’t need more room. Heck, I rarely need more than my bedroom. I’m spending most of my waking hours fucking Aareesha. My windows have magical defenses, my doors have magical locks. I know the elves are looking for her, but she never leaves the townhouse. The city has walls. The city guards have stepped up their watch. This deal you’re discussing requires far more the money than I have. I love no longer being indebted.”

Ti replied, “Yes, you have windows with magical defenses in your townhouse. You have doors with magical locks. So what? How’d that work out against one male elf, with one leg and crappy gear? You barely survived. We aren’t talking about defending against a solo male elf. All of elvendom is looking for her and looking for you. We’ve been putting out false lead after false lead, but that won’t work forever. Sooner or later they will figure out where she is and where you are. You will be dead. She will be taken. You don’t want to give up Aareesha, we understand that. There’s a good chance they’d kill you anyway. ‘Elf’ is another word for revenge. We think this is your best solution.”

Bon said, “a mansion within Ston? With massive fortifications and a troop of guards? I’m no elder. I don’t have that kind of money, even with these incredible concessions. My small portion is way more than I have.”

Ti answered, “that’s why you’ll need to join us on many future expeditions. I know you like to limit danger to yourself, but you’ll be in a powerful party. You know all of us. You’ve gained experience you didn’t have before, too. The rest of the time you can spend enjoying your fuckable prize. Look on the bright side, you’ll live in style.”

Bon shook his head. “The mansion is a pretty jail that could lead me straight to bankruptcy. Having me risk overwhelming bankruptcy, and requiring me to constantly to go on risky adventures to pay for it, doesn’t feel like a low-risk option. What I want to do is spend all my time fucking Aareesha in a townhouse that I own outright. I appreciate the steep discount. I also appreciate that this mansion is technically in the area where the elders live, for added protection. I can’t help but notice that this mansion is far away from where all the real elders live.”

Ti replied, “The elders appreciate what you did to help save humanity on our continent. They’re willing to make some concessions. They also know that the two of you are targets of every elf. They don’t exactly want to live too near you. If the elves come with an army, the city’s army will take on the elves. Nobody thinks the elves will do that. I think the elves will try to sneak in with a small strike party, kill you, and take her captive. Hiding won’t work. Sooner or later some spies will find you both. You need to protect yourself and your prize. You need to slow their attack enough so the city guard, army, and other adventurers can drive off the elves. That means you need to have a fortified mansion with many guards, not a townhouse in a row of ordinary townhouses.”

“Look Bon,” said Elder Fohn, “to many elders, if you were killed and your elf slave taken, it would be a minor unfortunate event but nothing to worry about. I’ve convinced several elders that it’s a good precedent to help out a hero who has saved us all. The discount is steep, and I’ll contribute a portion. The elders aren’t charity, though. You must put in a share. You’ll have to work, yes. Working doesn’t seem unreasonable considering what you’d end up having. You like the team you’d work with. If I may be so bold, it would be good for you to do something with yourself other than repeatedly slicken your cock.”

“She’s such a good fuck though,” appealed Bon, “sex with Aareesha is better than I’d ever imagined sex could be. This deal will mean I’ll have to repeatedly do something else besides fuck her.” Bon attempted to play this off as a joke, yet in his heart he doubted he was joking.

“We understand,” said Elder Fohn. His expression turned serious. “If you want to keep living, so you can keep fucking her, you need to agree to this deal. Every day the elves learn more and more. We’ve heard about an elf named the ‘Eye of Elvendom.’ He appears to have made it his mission to learn all about humans, capture her, and kill you. You don’t have any more time to think about this. You need to agree tonight. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes,” sighed Bon. “I hate it. I also appreciate that it’s probably the best thing for me to do. I do appreciate the favors you’ve called in to make this deal possible. It’ll mean I’ll have to spend some time adventuring instead of what I want to do. My cock wants to stay inside her in my every waking moment instead of doing this deal.”

Bon looked to them both, hoping either of them would suggest an alternative. No alternative was offered. Bon hadn’t seriously expected one. Bon sighed again.

Bon said, “My brain knows this deal is for the best. So, my brain thanks you. My cock will be annoyed at you both for a while.”

“Fair enough,” laughed Ti, as Bon signed the papers. Ti continued, “you’ll be moved early next morning. That’s the soonest we can make this happen.”

Elder Fohn did his best to hide his worry. He felt Bon should have agreed many days earlier. It might even be too late.