Emara's voice screams out melodiously, howling in delight as Eran floods her womb once more, the male elf shivering and collapsing atop her more-than-ample rump, sweaty and satisfied. Before he can nod off into a pleasant sleep, however, he feels his body tingle violently once more, cock quickly standing to attention again as he looks up to see Emara staring hugrily into his eyes. "You can use my ass, if you'd like, just make sure you finish inside my pussy." Her tone is so casual she could have been offering him tea. "Oh, and by the way..." She smirks as he grows painfully hard. "...Welcome to the clergy."
EPILOGUE - 35 YEARS LATER:
Human kingdom of Aureus:
Eran's dreams of golden haired goddesses are interrupted by the sounds of tussling on silk sheets.
"Ugh, move over..." A young woman's melodious voice sounds in irritation.
"Mngh... Shove off..." Another woman says, drowsy
"You're hogging the sheets! Let go, it's cold!" The first replies. "Unlike skinny bitches like you, I need space!"
"Piss off. You're just mad because that human duke wanted me and not y-aaigh! Bitch!"
Groaning in irritation, Eran's eyes flutter open. He looks across the the rented inn room to the other bed, where his daughter Elva holds on for dear life after being shoved out of bed by her older (by about 15 minutes) sister Eira.
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The girls continue to tussle for a while before looking up to see Eran's disapproving face. "Sorry, papa..." Eira sighs, before reaching down to help Elva back on the bed. The dark skinned elf snatches her hand away petulantly, before finally accepting a hand up. A moment later the two are embracing tightly, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, brokering a peace sure to last a whole five minutes before their next cat fight. Still, he can't blame the two of them - at 35 both have only been women grown for a few years, and young elves are known for having their emotions run hot - letting their desires rule them for a few decades before becoming calm and graceful. And of course, some never reach that latter stage - Eran's not sure he himself has.
Yawning, Eran gazes out at the capital of the latest human kingdom he's been sent to preach in. He's had some good success here. Already, they've managed to establish a foothold for the worship of Yselva, gathering a congregation of over a thousand. Of course, he doesn't do much preaching himself - 'one on one proselytism' is more his role. That, and 'problem solving', he thinks as he straps his sword to his belt. Still, the lay-preachers under his command, like his daughters, are speaking out of tavern rooms and open fields. It's time for them to expand, to build a temple here that will really allow the worship of Yselva to spread.
A knock sounds on Eran's door as he's fixing his robes. Elva rushes to the door to open it, revealing a middle aged man in royal finery who stands goggle-eyed at the sight of her breasts. "U-U-Um... Her, uhum... Enlightened majesty..." The poor bastard tries to peel his eyes from Elva's uncovered tits to face Eran. Humans, it seems, are still not entirely accustomed to elven standards of modesty, it seems. That said, they don't seem opposed to them - Eran's pretty sure Elva and Eira will have slept with half the kingdom by the time they've gotten the temple built. "H-Her enlightened majesty..." The royal messenger finally manages to look at Eran. "Will hear your petition about the temple."
30 minutes later
Eran fights the urge to pace - he knows the sound will echo on the polished tile floor of the cavernous throne room.
From the foot of the dais, he cranes his neck upwards to watch as her grace, Lysandra III, Enlightened Queen of Aureus, makes a show of discussing the matter of his petition, whispering to the group of elegantly dressed sycophants with her. Of course, it's all for show - he can tell she made her mind up before he walked in. The only reason she even heard him out was to look reasonable to her courtiers - or maybe just deliberately to waste his time for fun. Either way, it's no surprise when her gaze falls back upon him.
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"We have come to a decision. It is Our opinion that the rise of an Elven religion in our lands is highly alarming. While We feel that it is the right of all our subjects to worship those gods they choose, it is nonetheless Our role to safeguard Aureus' traditional faith. Beyond this, Our noble cousin, Maria the Flame Haired, is said to have been kidnapped by an elf and sold into sexual servitude. Such depravity can not be encouraged on Our lands." Her voice travels across the throne room, high and crystal clear. "And therefore, though We shall allow you to preach, We have decided not to permit the construction of a temple to Ysvela in the city, or anywhere in the Kingdom of Aureus. Our decision is final." A chorus of 'hear hear' and 'very good' follows her proclamation from the sycophants - though he's pretty sure they would be saying the same thing if she made the opposite decision.
The queen doesn't even bother dismissing him - she just looks to the seneschal who gestures for the next petitioner to approach the dais. Before Eran can turn and leave, though, he sees movement from the sycophants behind the throne. Two men, looking surprisingly large and muscular for courtiers, approach the throne. Eran watches as, unseen by the queen and the sycophants around her, they reach into their sleeves and draw daggers.
