Okay guys so I know I said that i would release the double chap this weekend, but i wont be able to... because I am doing it NOW!
Yes people when you reach the bottom of this one, there will be another chap waiting for your perusal. Let it not be said that The Sir does not deliver! I would probably have gotten more views if it was done this weekend, but who cares I am too excited and you are too excited(hopefully) so here it is!
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56
Broken Sword
The next day finds Slyfer behind his desk, despite wanting to rest a while the monster that is the army has once again taken up most of his time. On the desk is a red silk cloth, wrapped in the cloth is something that was one of Slyfer’s most precious possessions. He looks up, his eyes making contact with the Sword Master seated across from him. In the background he can hear Luna as she plays with Vanya.
His voice is pained when asks for what must be the hundredth time. “Are you sure it can’t be fixed?” Aldowin only nods, his face grim. He had spent many hours and nights in order to gather the materials with which he made the object inside the bundle.
Slyfer’s hand hovers above the bundle, his face giving away the pain in his heart. He opens it. Inside is a hilt with a blade sticking out with a length of two inches, next to it is a longer piece that can now only be described as a piece of scrap. What was once Slyfer’s beautiful sword has now been reduced to nothing more than damaged metal shards. The corrosion caused by his last fight has eaten the blade to the point where it looks like swish cheese with holes of various sizes everywhere. The only thing that survived the corrosion is the scabbard, which was taken off, with the armor.
“Master I am so sorry; even though you taught me a man’s blade is a reflection of himself it has come to this.” While he talks he bows his head and places his hands down on either side of it.
Aldowin smiles wryly, “you can’t be blamed. A foe like that is not one that can be judged under normal means. The mere action of attacking it puts yourself and your equipment at risk.”
Slyfer nods, but his face does not change. In his eyes the blade, armor and clothes he respectively got from Aldowin and Old Sun are his most prized possessions. Aldowin sighs. “Regardless of how you feel you will need a new weapon for the time being, until you get something more…. Adequate for your new found strength. I will pass the word around camp, many black smiths will jump at the chance of you using their creations.”
Slyfer nods still looking at the broken sword the way a child would look at his favorite broken toy. Aldowin sighs, he can sort of relate to how Slyfer is feeling, the sword that is even now secured to his hip has been by his side since he first got the tittle of blade master and it has never left his side. It has become a part of his body, losing it would be like losing a part of himself.
Slyfer had gone to the Prince earlier that day. When he saw him he barely recognized him. His face and body was covered in soot. The once thin almost frail looking body had transformed. Besides that was the look of calm and love shown on Pathfinders face when he applied himself to his work. It seems shaping and transforming metal had somehow transformed and shaped the Prince himself.
He had gone there for two reasons, one was to find out if the Prince could fix it and the other was to make a request for the prince to construct a war machine for the new outpost, after all if everything went well in the capital, the new outpost would need to be better than it was before. Slyfer especially put emphasis on getting ballista, these war machines needed a special feature, which Slyfer made very clear. He wanted them to be able to rotate in every direction, especially upwards….
He also requested the design of special bolts. When Pathfinder asked for the reason behind the strange design Slyfer laughed crazily while mumbling something about pigeons falling from the sky, with a crazed look in his eyes. When Slyfer handed over the drawings, that to Pathfinder looked like the scribbles of a mad man, the prince had gone pale….
Aldowin seeing Slyfer deep in thought suddenly gets up. “I can see that your mind is pre-occupied, so I wont…”
He suddenly stops talking when Slyfer’s face changes into one of surprise. The reason being is the feeling of growing pain and sadness coupled with the sound of a familiar voice in his mind. “Young one I am close.”
Slyfer is silent for a bit before he replies. “Alric, how long have you been in the area-“
The perpetually angry dragon cuts him off. “There is no time, being this close to the capital makes it risky for us to communicate. Serena and I have moved closer so that we can be in a position to help you at any time; however we will only intervene when it is a truly dire situation. The reason for my contact is simple. We have brought another load of wagons with gold. You will find it to the South. I listened in on your talk with Aldowin and heard that your ugly form needs a weapon. Serena, much to my consternation has always insisted on carrying the dragon shard with her, so we brought it along this time.”
Slyfer listens to everything with rapt attention until he hears dragon shard and weapon in one sentence. “Dragon shard, weapon what do you mea-“
Alric growls thoroughly irritated. “The scale, the scale you tore from my forehead! After some time it hardens and crystallizes. This only happens when a young dragon is the reason for it being removed, before you try. Don’t ask me why, I don't really care.” Slyfer can feel a bit of embarrassment mixed in with the anger and hurt when the dragon mentions it.
“How does that solve my weapon problem?” Alric growls his irritation reaching new heights.
“It seems Serena and I raised an idiot! No matter I will only tell you this once. In all my life as well as the memories and teachings that Serena and I received, there has never been anything harder or more durable then a dragon shard, the few times that weapons were made out of them, all resulted in something legendary!”
Slyfer swallows hard, feeling the excitement in him grow along with new hope. “Bah! This boy getting excited so easily…. Even though I said all that, there were only a few in history that had the means of forging something from these shards.”
Slyfer’s excitement withers and dies, “oh.”
ALric hums contentedly when feeling Slyfer’s distress. “All hope is not lost; the last of these craftsmen represented the dwarves on the council, after the betrayal. He may have left some sort of record behind. If you can find it, you may be able to use it, but be warned. Dwarves are crafty as much as they are hairy when asked for help they will surely try and swindle you in some way. The dwarves helped us once, by sending craftsman to build our home that was once the center of the continent.” While Alric says this, the pain in him intensifies only to be replaced by anger soon afterward. “In the end they too abandoned us…”
Alric pulls back and soon nearly disappears from Slyfer’s senses. Aldowin watches Slyfer closely as he opens his eyes. When seeing his student come back to his senses he hands over a handkerchief. Slyfer takes it at first confused, but then realizes his cheeks are wet with tears. “Damn I thought I had grown accustomed to the feelings he gives off.”
Aldowin does not say anything and waits for Slyfer to regain himself. With a large breath Slyfer expels the pent up pain and hurt. “Thank you.”
Aldowin only nods pretending it never happened. In all history, nothing has ever been more awkward then seeing another man cry! After some time of twiddling his thumbs. Aldowin finally manages to ask. “What did he say?”
Slyfer smiles, “We need to take a little trip to the South.”
Right after his words two calls sound out at the same time. “Slyfer!” the call is followed by Fira and Trisha rushing into the tent at the same time. Slyfer not knowing what is going on, only looks at the two dumbfounded. Before he can ask the two girls rush over and hug him while asking the very same question that he wanted to. “Whats wrong?”
Trisha follows up first. “I felt so much pain coming from you.”
Fira nods burying her head on his shoulder. “What happened, did someone die?”
Slyfer hesitates for a second before pushing them away. “Calm down, I just had a visit from my step father that’s all.” He looks at Trisha and gently wipes at the tears still on her face. The action is not lost on Fira who steps back, looking even sadder then before. She swallows and squires her shoulders, the sadness getting replaced by determination.
Trisha who had not noticed looks at Slyfer with surprise and awe. She has not forgotten what happened that day when nearly half the camp passed out due to blood lust and killing intent. The worst part is Alric was not even visible then! “He was here, Alric was here?”
Slyfer shakes his head, “no but he was close.”
They both nod accepting the news. After the acceptance follows embarrassment for their actions. As if noticing Aldowin for the first time, they timidly greet him. Slyfer looks over Fira as if inspecting her. “How have you been, are you feeling better?”
“En.” I am actually although sometimes I still get urges to burn things, other than that I feel pretty normal. After his question a awkward atmosphere settles in the tent. Its broken by Slyfer who looks and and fiddles with his hands. “Fira, I am sorry about what happened I did not know it would affect you in that way, next time-“
Fira steps forward and places her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t say it, don’t apologize, things…” She swallows down a lump in her throat. “….things between us are already this…. strained, please don’t say it, please don’t say you regret sharing your power with me, it…. It is all that I have left of you.”
Before Slyfer can reply she storms out leaving an even more awkward silence behind. Slyfer’s reply spills out falling on ears that do not belong to the person it is meant for. “….that’s not what I wanted to say.”
Out in the camp Fira having calmed down berates herself. –Why, why did I react that way!-She runs her hands through her hair swallowing her tears. Seeing a stone on the ground she walks over and kicks it in frustration. “Urg, I am such an idiot!”
People around her stop walking, and watch her curiously. At first not noticing the gazes she continues to rant. “When she finally does notice her embarrassment sours even higher. Lowering her head she stalks off through the crowd of people….
Slyfer sits in silence for a while. Aldowin sensing that anything he says won’t help excuses himself and goes to fetch Vanya. Trisha watches Slyfer closely a bit worried yet still filled with understanding towards Fira. –If I were to be rejected by him…. I can’t even think, no I don’t want to think about it.-
Swallowing her worries she walks over and sits on the desk, her legs between his. The action draws him out of wherever he was. He looks at her and smiles sadly. “Trisha am I a bad person? Do you regret ever meeting me?”
She leans forward running her hand through his hair and gently lifts his head up so their eyes can meet. “If I had a choice of doing everything over again, I would only change one thing.” His eyebrows raise in question.
She hops of the desk and sits on his lap. Her eyes trained on the little scar he still has in his neck. “I would change our first meeting into a happy one.” While saying this she leans down and kisses the scar.
He grunts in surprise and when she pulls back his eyes have gone purple. He cannot explain it, but when her lips touched his neck it sent shivers down his spine and made is stomach lurch in a good way. –is this the weak spots the female dragon was talking about? - He looks at Trisha, who is smiling at him mischievously. –She knows!-
Like a bucket of ice water the memory of what happened douses the flames in his heart. Trisha not missing it says. “You care for her don’t you?”
Slyfer a bit afraid to answer nods, “I do, but I just feel like I can’t trust her you know.”
Trisha sighs and pulls his head to her bosom before saying in thought. “You did not trust me at first either.”
Slyfer lifts his head and looks at her with surprise. “Wait, are you defending her?”
Trisha is quiet while she searches her feelings and then answers after a while. “Yes, I guess I am. Listen when I came to you I already made peace with the fact that I may not be your only woman. Knowing your nature and what you are, expecting anything different would have been stupid.”
Slyfer frowns. “My nature?”
She smiles again. “Yes I am afraid you are a bit of perv sometimes.”
Slyfer’s frown deepens even more and he cant help but ask. ‘Really is that you think?”
She laughs, “No I am just teasing you…. With some truth in between.” He snorts unable to keep from smiling at her jibe. Her face turns serious. “Here is the way I see it, despite how you or even I may feel. Fira is a part of US. WE are both joined to you and through you I can feel her. Its like she is somehow a part of me. At first I did not like it, but after feeling what she feels for you I don’t know anymore…. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like our feelings for you are mixing together in the connection and becoming one.”
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Slyfer listens to all this without a word. He is surprised at the news, but also feels a bit of regret. Being connected to so many things in so many ways has caused him to make light of the connection they share. Swearing at himself, he makes a promise to explore the connection in more depth when he gets a chance in the future. Trisha watches as the frown on his face lightens and she can feel the worry in him dissipate a little.
When his eyes meet hers again her breath catches in her throat. The amount of feelings spilling from him towards her, feels like too much for one person to bear! He smiles as his eyes slowly turn purple again. “You are a great woman.”
She smiles back, her heart beat quickens and starts pounding in her ears! “I am your woman.”
Like a trigger being pulled it sets them off! Slyfer summons air magic and like a tornado it spills through the tent. Servants and guards are pushed out and sent flying! The air does not stop and soon surrounds the tent sealing it off from entry. He had scanned the tent before and felt that Luna left with Aldowin and Vanya, he does not know whether it is out of pure luck or Aldowins design, but he is grateful either way!
Trisha smiles mischievously, “don’t you think you are making it a bit obvious.”
Slyfer frowns suddenly irritated that someone could come between him and Trisha at this moment. Without missing a beat his mind reaches everyone within hundred meters of the tent and he speaks directly into their minds. “I am practicing magic, interrupting me will be your death sentence!” His eyes nearly glowing with the color of his lust settles back on her. “There, now you are mine.”
She can only nod, no longer able to control her voice. His pheromones had long ago reached an unbearable level, that coupled with his obvious need for her, has set her body ablaze, what woman does not want to feel wanted by her love?
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Slyfer leans past her and swipes his arm over the desk. Papers, ink and books along with various things go flying in a mess. Trisha lets out a surprised gasp and laughs with exhilaration. He looks at her, pausing for moment to take in her appearance. Like a man drowning his eyes wander everywhere to take in her image as if it is the life giving air he needs. She is wearing a rather plain yellow summer dress. The bright color in contrast to her tanned skin makes it stand out all the more.
It is low cut revealing a bit of cleavage, the back is open reaching just under her shoulder blades. Her hair has been pinned to the right forcing it to cascade over her right shoulder. Revealing a slender neck that Slyfer feels a sudden urge to bite!
His senses increase and he can hear her heartbeat mingling with his own. His hands wonder to her well shaped hips and he squeezes them lightly, causing Trisha to let out a surprised sound while he mutters. “Flanks, I love your flanks!”
Before she can ask or say anything, he lifts her up and places her softly on the desk. Her legs spread and surround his hips in their embrace. He lets out a low growl and runs his hands up them slowly. Trisha’s eyes never leave his as they slowly narrow at feeling his touch.
He leans forward and their lips meet. The need for each other clearly reflected in it. She lets out a muffled moan as his tongue invades her ownmouth. The heart beats quicken even more in Slyfer’s ears. He breaks the kiss and lightly pulls her head aside before biting down softly onto her exposed neck. Her hands laced around him tightens and grips at his clothes. She is suddenly overcome with a feeling of frustration, wanting to feel is bare skin against hers!
Trisha’s eyes flash and a moment later the hemp shirt Slyfer has on tears off to reveal his heaving bare chest. Her throat makes a satisfied purring sound when her cool hands run down his chest and feels the warmth of his skin.
Slyfer pauses with surprise at hearing the purr, and leans back. The pause is just a second when their eyes meet. Slyfer’s heart wants to explode when seeing her like this, the feeling blows away any thoughts regarding the purr he just heard. He bends down slipping his hand under her dress she watches him as he slowly pulls the dress from under her buttocks and starts lifting it. He pauses, waiting…. She smiles mischievously and slowly raises her arms, causing Slyfer’s frustration and need for her to soar.
The dress lifts up, first revealing her sumptuous thighs, Slyfer’s eyes follow closely behind the dress taking in everything! Her navel is next and Slyfer decides that is the next thing he is going to kiss! The dress gets stuck when it reaches her bosom. Exerting a bit more strength it finally lifts over her breasts, he briefly looks for the cause of the pause, only to find a leather strip threaded into the dress to make it hug her figure snugly.
What took less than two seconds, felt like forever for her. Breaking eye contact with him feels worse than death at this moment. Her eyes settle on his v-line and slowly wonders upwards, finally meeting his gaze again. Slyfer looks like he is in a dreamland and she is the dream! “Don’t stop.”
Her needy voice makes him blink. She frowns when he does not move and she speaks again this time a bit more…. aggressively. “I said, DONT STOP.”
He smiles and steps forward once again. “As you wish, My Lady.”
His arms circle around her and tightly press her against him. Feeling his touch again makes Trisha’s frown disappear and her tail curls around his waist. He kisses her, and on sudden inspiration she bites his lip a bit hard. “Ouch! What was that for?”
She huffs and starts loosening his belt, while looking at him. “For stopping, I missed you!”
The pants soon go flying as well, followed by the both of their undergarments. He picks her up again and she soon finds herself back on the desk. Slyfer looks over her body then takes her ankle in his hand. She watches with curious and excited eyes when his lips brushes against it.
Her heart jumps at the feeling, but what happens next only makes it worse or better, she can’t decide what!
His fingers lightly brush between her legs and she moans, while his lips now kiss her calf. The fingers press a little harder when his lips reach her knee. She feels the familiar butterflies build up inside, his name escapes her mouth. Fingers invade her warmth and her pelvis tips forward, welcoming the feeling of pleasure it brings when his warm lips reaches her thigh at the same time.
Her hands snaps to his head and her fingers weave into his hair when the movement of his hand speeds up while he traces a slow line with tip of his tongue just under her navel. With a loud gasp and a shudder she lets go of her bundled up nerves and bliss takes over. Slyfer enjoys the goosebumps on her skin when his lips now leaves a trail of burning kisses on his way up and over her body.
Her skin now more sensitive then ever, tingles wherever they touch. Her hastened breathing stops when their lips meet again and she lets out a muffled cry. The kiss breaks and she pulls him forward, bites his neck before saying. “I want you inside me.”
Her words are like a fuse to a bomb! He kisses her harder than before, the need inside him growing unbearable! Without a word or fanfare he enters slowly, her folds embrace him as they become one and the two get lost in their own world. Her legs wrap around him entwining them together. He lets out a deep breath and looks down at the girl who now has become his entire world. They move together as if in sink and soon cries of pleasure can be heard.
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Tired and sweaty from their exertions the two find themselves on one of the large chairs stark naked except for a thin blanket wrapped around them. Trisha is sitting with her legs hanging over one of the arm rests with her head nestled in Slyfer’s neck.
Silence hangs thick in the air, but it is a good silence. The two feel like there is no need for words all they wish for is this; to be close and near each other. The way they are now. Trisha looks up and kisses Slyfer’s chin. “I wish we could stay like this forever and forget the world."
Slyfer smiles down at her and returns a kiss to her forehead. “For a moment I really did forget.”
Silence….
Trisha: “Slyfer…”
Slyfer: “Yes?”
Trisha: “Thank you.”
He looks down with surprise when hearing the last words had an promise of possible tears in them. He lifts her chin. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he starts to feel panic. –Did I hurt her, was I…. too rough.-
She shakes her head and hides her face. “I am sorry, I just…I never thought that I would meet someone in my life that would accept me. It only dawned on me now that I did and, and I just feel a bit overwhelmed and sensitive at the moment.”
Slyfer rubs her hair while his other hand scratches lightly on her back. He feels her relax again into his embrace. He waits and thinks a while before replying. “I am happy that you feel that way and that you have realized, you are accepted.” His tone lightens a little bit. “I hope you know that means you are never getting away from me right?”
She giggles and wipes at her tears, “how could I ever think of escaping my mighty dragon!”
She laughs even more when her cheesy words get the desired effect, which is to make Slyfer blush profusely! Slyfer sees her laughing at his expense and starts to tickle her while shouting. “Let the mighty dragon show you his claw attack!”
In the capital things are in motion. Weapons are being sharpened, gear is being checked. Troops are constantly being prepared. In order to form an army that can only be described as a beast that can easily swallow the High and Dark elves whole!
Close to one of newly formed army camps a short figure is standing on a wall overlooking it all. As his eyes wonder over the thousands of troops he cant help but feel that a storm is approaching. The most disconcerting of it all is that his gut is telling him the storm has nothing to do with the small army at the first outpost.
He had objected and fought against mustering such a large army to combat a the small one outside. When the he had voiced his complaint the bastard human had easily turned it around on him, saying that it was his idea in the first place. A young man’s voice next to him makes him turn around his stocky, block like build. “Master Dwarf, I bring a message for you.”
The Dwarf grunts and accepts the message. His hands move faster as soon as he sees a familiar mark on the seal…. He swears. “What is going on?” The letter has been sent from his own spies and clearly states that the “enemies” are rebuilding the outpost as a sign of good faith and they have not touch neigh a hair of the remaining garrison left over from the troops that were stationed there. Even most of the Orcs had been left unscathed.
He swears again and his advisor who is only a bit shorter can’t help but ask. “My Lord, is something amiss?”
The Dwarf grunts. “Is something amiss, you ask? This whole thing reeks of treachery. Double the guards around our food rations. Send word to all our trusted men to be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.”
“Out of the ordinary?”
The dwarf rounds on the man in frustration. “Yes damn you anything out of the ordinary, be it a clown with three legs or a flying pig, I want to know!”
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Alright before we continue I just want to say a few things about sex so take a seat in Mr Sir's relationship advice corner.
First of all I do not believe in the concept of "THE one". Why? Well because it only sets you up for heartbreak. No, I believe a relationship is based on mutual respect and trust for each other. If you have these two things, love will follow. There are of course people that meet that one person and they spend their whole life with them from the get go, but that is the minority and you can bet your ass that both those people will work very hard to keep the relationship going..... and will have lots of RESPECT and TRUST.
The reason for me writing all this stuff. is because I don't want you guys to misunderstand. I believe sex is a special thing that should be shared between two people that have those two things I mentioned before, respect and trust. Call me old school or just a fool, but I think that it is worth waiting for. So here is my advice on the subject to the younger guys reading this story.(I also know some of you are not above eighteen, but there are a lot worse things out there on the net.)
When you and your special girl get to the fun stuff always make it about her..... yep that's all. make it about her, because she is already making it about you by giving herself to you and respect her for it. Secondly sex complicates everything and I mean everything! So be sure you are ready for whatever follows your actions.(holy crap I sounded exactly like my father just then.)
I can feel some of you judging me right now. "Saying Sir, why did you write a harem then?"
Well judgemental people here is why, I wanted to prove to myself and others that you can write a harem without turning the female characters into nothing but sexual objects.
So if there are any ladies reading this(which I doubt) and you ever feel like I have made my character a sexual object please send me a PM telling me I am a douche.
Also if there is a lady reading this.... *fist pump* oh yeah, in your face people that say women don't read harems!
Please note everything above is purely based on my opinion and to make myself feel more comfortable with writing the naughty scenes.
END OF LECTURE