Comfort of Two CH5

Commissioned by: anonymous

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: 2024-2025

Word Count: 70,000 words

Synopsis: If surviving a world war as a drafted soldier is not already hard enough to handle, try falling into a strange fantasy world and straight into a battle of monsters, humans, and elves, bristling with medievalesque-weaponry and magic. Markus is determined to make his last stand, to protect a village of innocents, when the beautiful Sisters of Twilight burst onto the scene and change his life forever.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of OC-insert fanfiction. All characters and storylines belong to the rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction, I do not claim ownership over any of these characters or ideas.

CW: Character death, action, violence, nudity, explicit sexual content, language, scary situations, & war.

NSFW Content: Due to the NSFW nature of this piece, the entire, uncensored chapters can be found here on my Wix website for 18+ readers only. A closed-door romance, censored- version of the story can be found over on Squarespace.

Chapters 1-3 do not have any NSFW content so you can read them all on Squarespace. There is NSFW content in chapters 4 through the epilogue so those can be read on Wix for 18+ readers only:

• Chapter 1: Squarespace

• Chapter 2: Squarespace

• Chapter 3: Squarespace

• Chapter 4: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Chapter 5: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Chapter 6: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Epilogue: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

Chapter Five

In the hallowed halls of the wood elves’ fortress, hidden away in the depths of Athel Loren, I—a mere human in the eyes of beings greater than my short human-life—had been given a room in the very heart of their own walls.

The wood elves’ fortress was a musty—more-so moss-covered and damp—stone structure that wound its ways through the trees, hoisting spires as tall as the mighty pines around it and boasting an entire museums’ worth of beautifully carved statues, stone relics, and patterned tapestries made by the elves over the years. The arching ceilings and shadowy halls mimicked the endless gloom of a twilight forest with little hints of firelight as torches and candelabra lit the dim corridors.

Far to one side of the sprawling structure, I had been given a room with a view of the woody branches of the trees outside. Many stories above the ground, I could hear the constant birdsong and took in the beautiful emerald canopies I yearned to paint.

Much unlike the little wooden room I had stayed in when I was still healing, my new room was like a palace. Rug-covered flagstones made up the ground, a large four-poster bed sat across from a carved fireplace, and three ornate armchairs all faced the large open windows, providing an endlessly enchanting view.

My new room with its plush comforter and down-stuffed mattress was only just down the hall from the sisters’ quarters and I couldn’t help but notice that I had three chairs instead of what I was assumed to be the standard, of two.

The two had bid me goodnight and a peace unlike any other I had ever experienced swathed me in its warm embrace as I drifted toward a land of dreams. Safe in the stone walls, knowing the sisters were near, was a comfort I had never known since the war broke out and ruptured my life.

Well, the bed was comfortable, the blankets divine, and the pillows so thick that I might get lost in them… but I would be lying if I said I was truly at peace in that room. Peace would mean I could fall asleep instantly without a care in my mind, but as I lay there, ready to be taken by the darkness around me, my body continued to buzz with annoying wants and needs. It was like trying to convince a hungry stomach to wait until morning. To convince your anxieties into calmer faux realities.

But something far more unconquerable was stirring deep within my belly and extending to my groin. Being so close yet so far to the sisters, draped in the luxuries of this fortress, was a burning torture I was truly unprepared to handle. I should have been able to sleep like a baby, but my every fiber was alive, waiting to hear a pin-drop if the sister’s moved in their room or if I could catch some of their chatter through the open window.

But there was nothing save for the buzz of crickets and a lonely owl outside.

Nothing until my aching need began to tire and a drowsy warmth settled over my eyes when the door to my bedroom creaked a long, moaning groan.

My entire body stiffened. The dark around me was suddenly heavier as if glue thickened the air. It felt cold, the vast distance around me so palpable, so visceral; warning me that I was not safely alone in my giant room and massive king bed.

With no light in the outside halls, the door creaked open, and someone slipped inside on silent feet. The door closed again before long, elegant legs stepped into a single pool of moonlight on the bedroom floor. I saw this through one eye cracked open, pretending I was asleep. All lust had drained from my body into a hardened weapon, ready to spring into action. I hardly breathed. Every muscle tensed.

The figure stepped closer and then the long tell-tale white hair of none other than Arahan sparkled in the moonlight like dripping silver.

“Are you here to finish me off?” I asked.

She stopped in her tracks, inhaling sharply. In the shadows, the air lightened and returned as my fear dissipated, her eyes glittered; was it in mirth or surprise?

“I thought you would be fast asleep, by now,” Arahan whispered. Her words slipped through her lips like the wind through the leaves, wisping, shifting.

“And easier to kill?”

“I do not thirst for an easy kill, I yearn for the struggle and triumph,” Arahan said. She sat on the edge of my bed, pulling one leg up under her in a sexy, smooth movement. Who knew someone hinting at your own possible assassination could be so alluring. Of course, she didn’t mean it. Right?

“So, what else brought you in here?” I didn’t want to hint at any assumptions I was beginning to form. I didn’t want to lead her to one reasonable excuse or the next. I wanted to know what she was truly doing. What she really wanted.

“What?” Arahan teased. “I am not allowed to sneak in and behold your gentle rest? See your quickly-aging-human face free of your soon-to-come pesky wrinkles and the dark bags under your eyes?”

“What?!” I sat up, the blankets around me rushing and pulling taut between my legs and her body now sidling closer to me. “I-I don’t look th-that old… or bad. Do I?” I asked.

Arahan smiled, her eyes narrowing like someone holding back a secret.

“You’re teasing me,” I said. “You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I am not.” She put her hand on my blanket-covered leg and traced her finger across the sheets. “I was thinking of you all alone in here. Now so close to my sister and I.”

My body instantly reacted to her, warmth bubbled into my belly and thank goodness my reddening cheeks were hidden by the darkness.

“To have a human in Athel Loren is beyond any rule I thought I would ever overstep,” Arahan said. “But even more so, to have a human fill my thoughts and distract me with his words, movements, and clumsy attempt at learning our world…” She got closer, crawling over to sit next to me, pulling up her slender legs and crossing them over my lap. She leaned against me and rested her chin on my shoulder, her warmth and the peony-sweet scent of her skin wafting up to my nose.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I sat still, almost too afraid to move in case doing so would scare her away, like a little bird delicately alighting in my grasp.

“I wanted to see you,” Arahan said.

“Why?”

Arahan turned her head slightly, her nose brushing my cheek. I held my breath, waiting for her response. I needed to know. What was I supposed to do in a moment like this? Pinch myself?

“Stop asking questions and enjoy the moment,” Arahan ordered. Her voice tilted into a huskier demand.

I exhaled. I almost laughed. I didn’t need to be told a second time.

I wrapped my arms around Arahan, looping easily around her thin frame, and pulled her close. I buried my face in her hair, and she sank against me, like sitting down in your favorite worn armchair. We settled back in the bed together, encased in the pillows at our backs, our hearts beating as one and mine nearly thundering out of my chest alone.

I did need to pinch myself. Our legs entwined; the blankets were still a boundary between us. Arahan’s feet twisted, her toes pressing into the space under my legs as if she was cold or in an effort to get even closer. She tucked her face against the dip of my neck and took a deep breath. It was all too unreal.

No way this is actually happening right now, I thought. Had I overstayed my welcome in Athel Loren? Did the magical forest have some sort of negative effect on my weak human mind? Had the magic warped me somehow, so I was now making up fantasies in my head? I knew I had felt close to Arahan, we definitely had a moment back on the training field, but was this real? Was this really happening? It was one thing to have her standing close to me, her chest heaving after our exercise with a weapon in her hand, but to see her here unarmed and vulnerable? Willingly close to me?

Arahan moved, tilting her head up to mine, one of her hands sneaking up to brush my chin. Her lips took up all my focus, sharp with a defined cupid’s bow and luscious in their plump invitation. Her eyes met mine and held my gaze. That wasn’t an accident.

She wanted to be here.

I tightened my arms around her, pulling her in to close the distance between us when the silence was shattered once again. The bedroom door banged open, and a flood of candlelight surged into the room.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, but Arahan only turned her head to see her sister storm into the room with a set of guards behind her. I almost pushed Arahan away, fearing a reaction from Naestra but instead, she handed her candle to one of the guards and crossed her arms.

“Sister, the guards informed me human scouts were captured at the border of Athel Loren.”

No reaction, nor an introduction to this new topic.

“Humans?” Arahan hissed. She didn’t move from me but sat back, half on my lap. My face burned, now visibly scarlet in the candlelight.

“Two scouts from the village ravaged by the beastmen,” Naestra answered.

“How could that be?” I asked. I reeled, trying to think back to my time in the village. The elder had sent scouts out to find where I had come from, but I had totally forgotten. I assumed everyone had been killed, that they must had run into the beastmen when they initially approached the village in the first place. Their paths had to have crossed.

“We found them where the villagers had been buried. They were trying to enter the wood, mourning their losses and assuming the attack had come from our trees.”

“They’ve been detained,” one of the guards said.

“Where? You brought them into the woods?” Arahan asked. Her body tightened, as if she was ready to start a fight.

“I wanted to see them,” Naestra said. “And Markus should see them. They confirmed they knew him from the village. Maybe they know more about his situation, but there is something else…”

“What?”

“They bring us valuable news. Enemy forces are gathering outside of Athel Loren. Someone is trying to muster an attack,” Naestra finished.

Arahan got up, the warmth where her body had been was now replaced by cold, empty air. All this new information swam in my head on top of the sudden distance between her and me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and pulled my blankets with me.

Arahan now stood in the candlelight where I could see her outfit. She wore a sheer green robe and lingerie underneath. She hadn’t come here to mess around. She had been serious.

And now we were interrupted by clearly more important things… but that didn’t stop me from my disappointment.

Arahan fixed me with a sultry, over-the-shoulder glance. She pouted her lips and, in that moment, I knew I would do almost anything to get to see her make that look again. “Good thing we were already up…” she smirked, “It’s going to be a long day.”

***

 Naestra and the two guards led Arahan and me to a dungeon room underneath the fortress where two blindfolded men sat on a wooden bench in a small stone room. Torches flickered on the wall, and someone had given them a blanket to keep on their laps for some comfort.

The small action was a great generosity to a soldier’s heart, especially knowing how risky it was for the wood elves to bring humans into their sacred wood.

“These are the human scouts,” an elf said. Several elves stood around the room, a mix of guards and high-ranking elves by the decoration of their collars and tunics. Their long ears stood tall from their silky hair and every eye settled on the sisters as they came in, light as air.

“Take off their blindfolds. They are no longer outside,” Naestra ordered. “They do not need to fear us. We mean them no harm.”

“Unless they threaten us, then we mean much harm,” Arahan added.

I took a spot by the door as the sisters stood before the humans and a guard removed their blindfolds. In the torchlight, the shivering shadows stretched across the men’s faces. They were gaunt, more-so from grief and stress, despite many long days out on their own. What had they felt when they saw the state of their village?

They were shaking.

“Human men, you are safe here within our eyrie and relax knowing you are not the only human man here,” Naestra said. She beckoned me forward. I came over, both men focusing on me, realization striking them like a lightning clap.

“Y-you—!” the man on the left spat.

“Did you bring the destruction upon our village?!” Their faces distorted into dark confusion. A desperation for answers.

“I—I don’t know. I tried to help—”

“This man defended your village with every fiber of his being; nearly losing his life in the process,” Naestra said.

“There is little a human can do against the hordes of beastmen,” Arahan said. “I would know. I slaughtered them myself.”

“So, it wasn’t the forest? The graves were so near the wood…”

“Only because the village and prior cemetery had been desecrated,” I said. “I am so, so sorry. I had never seen such monsters before…”

The man on the right sucked in a large breath, almost hiding a sob.

“We were gone as was our duty, searching the fields for where you had come from. To see if any neighboring villages had seen you pass through, traveler,” the other man said.

“What did you find?”

He shook his head. “The trail ran cold in the middle of the field… how could you have gotten here?”

“Must have been some dark magic. That’s why the beastmen followed him so closely,” the near-sobbing man hissed.

“Magic?” I repeated. I remembered the house, the bright light, and the portal… I couldn’t give any reasonable explanation for how I had appeared in that field.

“This human is not capable of magic!” Arahan snapped. “He is not that powerful.”

“Sister, calm,” Naestra warned. She focused on the scouts. “We understand you are grappling with all you have just learned and experienced. It is a dark time for your people but please know that no one here—Markus included—means you any harm. The beastmen are known to wander from town to town. There was nothing unusual about their actions. It was an unfortunate timing aligned with Markus’ arrival.”

“If it is only coincidence, then why did we find the tracks of hundreds of them? On our way home, before we knew of the attack, we took a lengthy detour over the hills to the neighboring valley to see an amassing army,” the man on the left said.

“A what?” Arahan’s eyes lit up. Was she excited?

“Hundreds of beastmen. A whole Skaven army is gathering nearby, ready to march with nothing between them and your elves in the forest. We think they had been targeting local villages, bent on a hunger for destruction and power. There is no other reason I can think of for why they would be here,” the man explained.

“A war!” Arahan exclaimed, way too joyous for such a sober moment.

“Losing their group at the village must have turned their attention to us,” Naestra wondered. “We have brought a great threat upon our people.”

“You can’t blame yourselves for this,” I said. “War never makes sense. You were only trying to help the village.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Arahan said. “Now we get to fight a glorious battle. It will be amazing! Bloody. Astounding!” She shot me another look, not much unlike the one back in my bedroom. Was she getting off on this? I shook my head and tried to look away, but my eyes were drawn right back to her twisting smile and perky pose. Why did I like this? How did she have such power over me?

Probably because I know the darkness of war and how it could swallow you up. If you do not take advantage of the moments in between, then you could lose yourself—forgetting you were human and knew how to feel—in the midst of battle. The quiet time was what gave you the energy to go on.

“Our people are in danger. The humans. The surrounding areas… we must protect them,” Naestra said. “We will help you and Athel Loren in one fell swoop.”

“With lots of blood spilled and victories to enjoy,” Arahan said. She gnashed her teeth, dissolving into an unbridled giggle. God, she was crazy but so hot.

But there was no time for my horniness. I had to get control of myself.

“Our armies will prepare,” Naestra consented.

It was war.

***

The next day, I was back in the training grounds for another session with Arahan. Between her coming into my room last night and how close we had nearly gotten—if only for a second—during our sparring, I was unsure of how to approach today’s lesson.

But now with a looming war approaching, I felt almost trapped as I looked up at the trees outside the training grounds and outer bailey wrapping around the fortress. This was a place of beauty with many gorgeous fruits to bear but I couldn’t help but think, Am I going to get to go home? Sometimes I thought I would be fine staying here but at least it was my choice. To be gated in by another war, another machine to fall as fodder to… I didn’t want to do it again when my own story in my own life was still unfinished back in Germany. How could I focus on helping others here when my own comrades were still in need?

I heard Arahan approach before I saw her. Her light footsteps drifted over the gravel yard but when I turned around to greet her, it was instead Naestra, wearing a long green cloak and dress.

“Good morning,” Naestra said.

“M-morning,” I replied. “Are you joining us today?”

“I saw you from the window and thought I’d check in after our conversation this morning. How are you holding up? This has been a trying time for everyone,” she said.

“I’m… doing alright,” I said. She came over and sat down on a bench alongside the sheds holding all the training weapons and props. She patted the bench beside her.

“Come, sit.”

I joined her. “I just feel a little stuck. I’m between a war of worlds, it feels like. Spit from one battle to the next… it’s hard to know if I am making a difference anywhere. It’s just a struggle.”

Naestra listened quietly. Her eyes fluttered over my features, only alighting on one thing at a time. Glancing at my hands from under her long eyelashes, looking up to my eyes as I tried to string my words together, and lingering on my mouth as I spoke.

“Of course, I am in debt to you and your sister. I will do anything you ask of me. I am here to help, and I do want to make a difference, I just hope I can this time.”

“Your efforts are impactful,” Naestra said. “You are important, and I think you being here with our folk is a great value.” She leaned closer, her hair slipping off her shoulders. “At least, I think so.”

There were so many thoughts swirling in my head. Questions I should ask, worries I wanted to voice, but it all came to a standstill as Naestra once again focused on my lips. The world around us became fuzzy as if I lost my ability to see and she was the only one in my sight.

Suddenly, all those thoughts fell silent. The need I had felt the night before as I lay in bed, trying to fall asleep returned. And so did the want for a sweet distraction despite everything going on around us.

Despite expecting Arahan to show up at any moment for our scheduled session.

Naestra was an alluring flower, a green carpel reaching toward the sun as the perfume of her beauty steeped the air. I was a bumbling bee, drawn in by her honeyed allure.

Naestra closed the gap between us. The soft pink-petal of her lips pressed against mine, sealing the moment in time. I reached to grasp her, hold her close, but I froze. She pushed closer, her hands drifting onto my shoulders as she went to wrap her arms around my neck, but I pulled back, almost to check if that was real.

Nose to nose, I tried to catch my breath.

“Are you sure?” I asked. Was this, okay? 

“Yes,” Naestra whispered.

I paused. “But your sister came into my room just last night. I… I’m…” I sat up straight, suddenly seeing a wrinkle of humor in this overwhelming moment. Were they… testing me? “Your sister came into my bed last night—which you saw—and now you are here trying to kiss me while I’m waiting for her?”

Naestra was unmoved, just gazing at my lips despite my confusion spouting from between them.

“Are you tricking me? Is this some prank?” It was too good to be true.

“My dear sister, Arahan and I, tend to do things together… We move as one.”

“I don’t think that should apply here?”

“Do you think we are similar?” Naestra asked. She finally looked me in the eye, a twinkle of entertainment in her expression. I knew better than to say these two women—twins for that matter—were similar. That was one way to make a woman hate you.

“You are unique, both you and Arahan. Very different, I’d daresay almost opposite.”

“That’s cliché. One is light and one is dark? One is nice and one is mean?” Naestra prodded.

"Maybe one is nice, and one is violent… and might become especially violent if she finds me kissing her sister,” I reminded her. “My life very well could be on the line. And I don’t want to hurt Arahan either.”  

“We are one in the same, my sister and me. From one body and one glorious mind we were wrought. It is impossible to come between such a creature.”

“But you’ve lived unique experiences since then,” I pressed.

Naestra leaned back in with a small smirk. “If we are so unique and individual, then I am more than capable of making independent choices from my sister. And I… choose… you…”

I hung onto every word as they dripped from her plump lips. Naestra kissed me and this time, I didn’t think twice. We clung to each other, quickly closing the distance as if I never had an ounce of doubt. Naestra was suddenly everywhere. Her hair tickled my face, her arms wrapped around me, her hands traced up and down my back as if grasping for a hold. She pressed against me, the hidden swell of her breasts under her top only teased my imagination as I held on for dear life.

Like a silent call, my body answered hers. Deep, surprising arousal, more powerful than the pangs I had felt the previous night unfurled and began to burn through my body. I only wanted her in this moment no matter what comfort, problem, or challenge it presented my future.

I was deeply and irrevocably all in.

But, just like the unpredictability of war, the moment came to an abrupt halt when Arahan walked into the training grounds, her pace quickening toward us. I froze, turning away from Naestra while still wrapped in her arms but she only continued to kiss my cheek and then moved onto my neck, tickling me with her eager nibbles and tastes.

“I—I’m—” I sputtered. Caught red-handed. I expected Arahan to draw her bow and kill me right on the spot. Was she upset? Did she feel betrayed? I almost pulled away from Naestra, caught up in a desperate reaction of survival, almost as if an enemy had found me cornered but she was already too close.

Arahan stomped over, leaned down, and planted a kiss on her sister’s cheek.

“Sister, how is the human man?” she whispered. Both of their eleven eyes locked on me.

Maybe I would feel better if she hit me. 

“What?” I exclaimed. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be?” Arahan asked. She stood up and headed over to the storage shed.

Naestra kissed me again, but I kept my eyes on Arahan, unsure if she was telling the truth or not, but she seemed normal. She wasn’t so tightly wound as she normally was. She walked comfortably, casually. She opened the door to the shed and held it open for us.

“If you want to do this, know we do everything together. You are clearly already interested,” she teased. Naestra got up and pulled me with her, her fingers wrapped around mine. I stumbled, nervous. I moved numbly like I was in a dream. She guided me into the shed, a tight space with walls full of hanging practice weapons, arrows, armor, and targets for shooting practice. A stack of crates sat at the back of the shed and once we dove into the depths of the space, the walls closed in, and I was suddenly pressed between both Naestra and Arahan. Arahan squeezed past us to close the door and shut us in the dark with a few lines of sunlight slipping in under the door.

Naestra kissed my brow, nose, and chin. Arahan came back, watching over her sister’s shoulder, reaching out to grasp my arm, her thumb slowly rubbing my sleeve. I backed up until the crates hit the back of my knees.

“We like to do things together,” Arahan said.

“Together?” I sputtered.

“Why shouldn’t we both feel pleasure?” Naestra whispered between kisses. She latched onto me, our worlds colliding with a passionate kiss. Our mouths struggled, making meaning where there were no words. Our tongues dancing, and her hands clawing at my clothes.

Suddenly diving into the moment, I picked Naestra up and whirled around, setting her on the crate behind me so she was sitting in front of me. I bent down to kiss her, sinking my hands into the depths of her cloak and pulling at her skirts, eager to free the need between us.

From behind me, Arahan watched, wrapping her arms around my waist and feeling me as I grew hard. My whole body trembled and for a moment I felt like a newbie, nervous about his first kiss. Every touch, even over my clothes was electric, so what would it be like if I was ever truly with them?

Naestra pulled me close, it was almost an overwhelming tug of war. She pulled up her skirts, my frenzied hands helping her, and then wrapped her legs around my waist. Arahan pressed against me from behind, now stroking me, making my cock swell and tremble at her touch.

“Ah, sister, we have found a good one,” Naestra yelped. She spoke between kisses, leaning back and gently gyrating against me, feeling herself in the moment.

“A very good one,” Arahan said. She grasped me and I almost cried out. “And a very endowed one at that…”

“Really?” Naestra gasped. She leaned away, stretching back so she could look at me fully as I gaped, wanting more of her. I could barely make out her silhouette in the dark, but the warmth was all there, guiding me through the motions.

“I, I’m honored,” I whispered. I couldn’t say I’d know what an elf would expect from a lover, and it was certainly good to know I was meeting their standards. But we didn’t need to talk about it at that very moment. I instead wanted to keep their mouths busy. I’d rather see them so undone that they would be too occupied for any chatter as they gasped for air as pleasure rippled over their skin.

“My turn,” Arahan said. Suddenly, Naestra released me and sat back on the crate with a laugh. Arahan turned me around and she was, just like her sister, everywhere all at once. The lips I had thought about all day after last night crashed into mine and she boldly sucked me in, quelling any questions or thoughts I might have had. Her hands pulled at my shirt, untucking it so she could run her fingers over my body, tracing the abs and scars they had come to known during my healing.

Naestra, from behind, kissed my neck from above and massaged my shoulders. She giggled and prodded as we explored each other in the dark.

“Such a large cock,” Naestra murmured.

“You’ll have to be patient, sister,” Arahan said. She ran her hands through my hair and my loins raged with a burning fire.

“Just be patient. We’ll all enjoy each other in no time.”

***

Later that night, Naestra, Arahan, and I were all sitting outside by one of the campfires as dinner was coming to an end. The two sisters chatted and got up to move about and visit their fellow elves as if they had just had a completely normal day. As if they hadn’t just made out with a human man who wasn’t even supposed to be allowed in their forest to begin with, in the shed of their fortresses’ outer bailey.

All day and all evening, I couldn’t keep my thoughts off them. We had made out for a little bit until Arahan decided it was time to begin practice. And practice was awful as I had to rub out a hard one after the sisters left the shed in a weak attempt to prepare myself for being around them. I wasn’t about to spar with a boner. That would have been a nightmare. But also, I felt the threat of one coming on every time we made eye contact throughout the lesson. Was I a hormonal teenage girl?! Butterflies were in my stomach, I lost my breathe at the sight of them… I was going mad!

And now here we all were, sitting around the campfire calm as can be. I could melt right then and there from the built-up tension of attempting to behave normal all day.

Maybe they had just wanted to let out some pent-up frustration with the news about the war. Maybe they were always like this and I, a stranger to them, had no idea what to expect from their behavior. Maybe they were sexual deviants, and they did that every day, just depending on who was in the mood and who was available for a quick romp.

Do not think about them fucking the guards for God’s sake, I bemoaned. I did not need to think about hot-magical-elf-sex when I was trying to sit here calmly and pretend nothing was wrong. I just had to be normal. Act civilized.

But damn, they were gorgeous. If they wanted to use me in such a way ever again, I would be ready in a heartbeat.

Arahan came over after asking for a loud, jaunty tune from the performers a few fires away. Her long hair swayed and when she sat down, the smell of pine smoke rolled off her clothes.

“It’s a nice night for a walk. Join me, will you?”

She got back up and nonchalantly disappeared into the forest.

What the fuck?

I waited a few moments, making sure no one had heard her or noticed her disappearance. Naestra had her back to me, over by a different fire.

It was now or never. Getting up, I excused myself and went into the trees, trying to follow Arahan’s path. On the battlefield, I was always equipped with night vision to make my way through the dark or into the interior of long abandoned buildings. With such a tool, it made me almost forget how dark the natural world could be, unblemished by light pollution or distant burning cities.

The dark enveloped me like a heavy blanket and my eyes strained. As soon as I was far enough away from the fires so that all firelight forsake me, I stood still for a moment, eyes wide as an owl’s and let my vision adjust. Slowly but surely, the pitch black faded into intricate shades of gray and the bright moon above spilled onto the branches and stippled the forest floor.

“Wandering alone?”

I whipped around to find Arahan standing behind a large tree. The girth of the tall giant was the size of five men, standing shoulder to shoulder. She leaned against the tree with one hip popped.

“Not alone, but three?” Naestra appeared from the dark. I hadn’t heard her behind me at all.

“More’s the pleasure,” Arahan said.

Naestra looped her arm around me and pulled me to her sister. Arahan stationed us both by the tree, with Naestra’s back against the rough bark. Both looked up at me, their eyes reflecting moonlight.

Then we began. It was a flurry of kisses, grasping hands, and muted moans. Arahan reached for me first, pulling our bodies tight as her tongue fought mine. Naestra tagged along, sneaking kisses and touching me as her hands roamed and groped. I shivered at her touch and soon, it all came to a stand still as Arahan wrapped her arms around me from behind and Naestra was pinned between me and the tree, suddenly looking so small and perfectly divine.

“Markus, are you up to try something new?” Arahan asked. She traced my ear with her lips and nibbled on my earlobe.

“Y-yes?”

Naestra took my hands and guided them to her waist. She parted a split in her skirt to reveal and lacy pair of panties, a delicate piece of art against her snowy skin.

“Undress her,” Arahan ordered.

Shaking, I obeyed. Both sisters leaned against me from the back and the front, and we moved as one. Arahan grasped me as I looped my fingers around the delicate lace and drew it carefully down Naestra’s exposed thighs. Naestra held onto me, keeping balance as I touched her soft skin. All her glory and beauty were revealed to me, the soft roll of her pubic mound and the hint of her womanhood, just between her legs.

“Taste her,” Arahan whispered into my ear. Naestra’s eyes widened, not in surprise but with a doe-eyed want. A desperate lust beaded at her eyes as her face grew warm. “She likes when her lover takes control… Take her in your mouth…”

I kissed Naestra, my hands shaking.

“Pleasure her,” Arahan said. I felt like I was moving in a heady state. Nearly dizzy with lust, I kissed Naestra again and nuzzled her neck as I caught my breath. I yearned to dive right in but I had to get my wits about me first. I kissed her ear, nibbling along the perky length when her breath hitched, and her hands clutched at my shirt.

“Ah!” Naestra yelped.

That was it.

I picked Naestra up, pinning her against the tree and she looped her legs over my shoulders, opening herself to me. Her hands grabbed at my hair like reigns as she twisted my outgrown locks in her fingers and flexed her gloriously bare thighs around my head.

Finally, I dove in. I anchored my hands to her buttocks, pulling her firmly to me. Her body, pinned by the tree and using me as a seat, she all at once lost her balance and depended on the tree to keep us upright. Arahan kept her hands on me, steadying us as I met the blossoming lips between her legs. Her warm flesh met my lips with a wet, pulsing pleasure. She was so honestly open to me that I could barely believe the sweet taste as I took her in, kissing, biting, and teasing her delicate skin with my teeth. With each lick, she tensed and moaned, clinging to me as I let the feelings guide me as her body blocked out what little moonlight leaked around us.

Her natural musk was an arousing aphrodisiac. Her little yelps and whimpers a sirens song. All nerves or hesitation melted away as she flinched and struggled, all thanks to my touch.

“Ah, ah!” Naestra panted. “Okay, okay!” She suddenly slid back so she fell into my arms, her legs haphazardly sticking up over my shoulders, her arms now around my neck. “That’s enough,” she said. Tears made her face sticky, and her cheeks were nearly glowing in her aroused heat.

“Are you pleased?” Arahan whispered. She helped Naestra down who wobbled on her feet and sank to the ground, her hands tracing down my legs. She giggled and touched herself, carefully trying to pull her underwear back up.

“Are you alright?” I asked. I panted, wiping my mouth. Naestra looked up at me, absolutely glowing.

“Quite. I didn’t want to feel it… all at once. I think it’s time for Arahan to glean some pleasure from your… talents,” she said.

“Ready for more?” Arahan whispered. She stepped over Naestra and placed her back against the tree. She traced a long nail up to her top and started to take off her tunic, flicking open buttons and undoing the laces. Before I could answer, she dropped her clothes to reveal a gorgeous brassiere, struggling to hold onto the luscious bulge of her breasts. Thin intricate lines of black lace, delicately woven with strings of gold traced against her pearly skin. The rolling overflow of her breasts strained against the tiny outfit, begging to be let loose.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be truly… ready,” I muttered. I sank against her, feeling the press of her breasts against my chest. Arahan took me into her arms, and we leaned back against the tree. I was quivering, ready to burst prematurely at the pure display of beauty before me.

Naestra watched from below as she caught her breath, looking like she had just woken up from a hot-and-heavy dream. Arahan let me explore her as I focused on her pleasure and the moments between us melted away as the moon slinked away into the deepest night. In the distance, the fires continued to crackle and stars somewhere high above twinkled in the middle of the endless blankets of night.

***

Deep with Athel Loren the next morning, Arahan, Naestra, and I hiked out to a tangled grove. Arahan took the lead, hurrying down the shadowy paths. She had been telling us where she had been when I was waiting for her at the training grounds yesterday. Both girls were perky and full of energy. I, on the other hand, was struggling to keep up with their bouncy-pace through the woods.

“I was investigating how you, Markus, might have appeared in our world. There is one being in our world who knows more than anyone about the innerworkings of magic,” Arahan said. She stopped in a clearing up ahead and turned, waiting for us to approach.

“Ariel,” Naestra said.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

Suddenly, a wind picked up and a flurry of leaves filled the air. In the middle of the clearing where it had been empty moments before, a tall, blue skinned elf appeared with a fluorescent mane of hair, bright green robes, and massive galaxy-colored wings. The leaves settled and she turned to look down on us with blank white eyes. A gemstone sat on the middle of her forehead like a third eye and two long fuzzy antennae extended from her brows.

“Ariel,” Naestra repeated. “The Queen in the Woods, demi-goddess, and our Mage-Queen.”

“Sisters of Twilight, what brings this pleasure?” Ariel whispered. Her voice was carried by the wind, her lips barely moving.

“She is the one who oversees the entire wood. She commands the trees, the—”

“And even that little root you are about to step on,” Ariel said. I flinched and looked down to see a small twisting root snaking across the ground, attempting to avoid my blind steps.

“Oops, sorry!” I overstepped and came to the clearing, wondering whether I should bow or not before such a glorious presence.

“Markus,” Arahan said, “I think with Ariel’s help, we can get you back home. I know I lust for the blood of battle, but you are here only trying to survive.”

“You have already brought much light to our people. We have learned not to fear the humans and because of your actions, a chain of events has warned us of the coming forces as well,” Naestra added.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked. Go home? But what about last night? What was that all about? I could still taste them, feel them in my hands. I was supposed to just leave after all that? “But I owe you my life’s debt. You saved my life.”

“Markus, you only saved yourself by your sheer bravery. We cannot ask you to risk your life for us in our own fight,”

“We only want what is best for you. We don’t know if this will work but Ariel might be able to send you home tomorrow, before the war begins. We will send you to scope out the area and see if this is possible,” Naestra said.

“You want me to leave?”

Naestra took my arm, her eyes wide and moist with emotion. “We want you to have a future. We want you to continue your story, even if it means not getting to see it unfold ourselves.”

I looked at Ariel, baffled, confused. She blinked her globe-like eyes.

“I sense a slit between our worlds, a space I will be able to manipulate. I will follow you from afar tomorrow. Take me to your arrival point, and I will open the way for you.”

“Oh,” I muttered. I don’t know what to do. 

***

After meeting Ariel, I was a little shell-shocked for the rest of the day. The sisters helped me prepare for my eventual departure, we ate our meals together, and the day passed just like any other except it ended all too fast. I was already back in my bedroom, alone, on my giant bed. To think that space felt so full of possibilities just the other day was heart-wrenching. I hadn’t meant for it all to end so soon.

I know I had thought about leaving a hundred times since my arrival. From being determined to go back no matter what the risk, to fearing my predicament, thinking I would die at the hands of the beastmen or even the elves… I was meant to leave or die in the end. I hadn’t thought it could go anyway. But as bizarre as the situation was, I never thought I could end up in a nest of comfort with two women like the sisters.  

Back on Earth, in Germany, I didn’t know where my comrades were, where I should go, or even what the next step was when it came to saving those I cared about. I didn’t even know if they were alive and part of me felt like my life over there had already ended. I died when that house collapsed around me. I shouldn’t get a second chance back over there.

But if that was the case, then what was this place? I didn’t have any belief that strayed any which way when it came to the afterlife, religion, or the worlds beyond our own but here in a world full of its own risks, suffering, and dangers, I had found something more beautiful than ever before.

I wanted to hold the two sisters in my arms until my final breaths in either world. But I also didn’t know if I could look them in the eye and say I wanted to stay because it made me feel like a coward. Who would turn their own back on their world even if it meant I had come here and fallen in love—

My bedroom door squeaked, and two pairs of eyes peeked in, slender fingers draped over the door’s edge.

It was Naestra and Arahan.

“Come in?” I rolled over and sat on the edge of my bed. I was dressed in only pants and my bare torso was covered in the fresh scars of my recent injuries, giving a pink-glossy-sheen to my skin where the healing was new.

Arahan and Naestra both came in, throwing the door open before quickly closing it behind them. I almost choked as I attempted to say something else and sound less dejected than I was but both elves were dressed in lingerie, much like the lacy fancies they wore the night before, but this time they were boldly on display in all their glory, in the golden candlelight of my room.

Arahan put her hands on her hips, letting her shoulders roll, showing off her valley of cleavage. Arahan was dressed in white lace to match her hair and the regal, kind Naestra was dressed in black lace, adding an exciting flare to the hunger I tasted.

“We don’t want you to leave without getting to enjoy you first,” Arahan said.

Naestra rolled her eyes. “Sister, this is for him as much as it is for us,” she said. “What Arahan means is we don’t want you to leave without a memorable send off.”

“And to engorge that massive cock of your—”

“Arahan!” Naestra yelped. Her face turned scarlet at her sister’s crudeness. Arahan bedazzled us with a bright smile. I buried my face in my hands as they shook at her tempting proposition. Hell, I was a liar. It wasn’t tempting. It was absolutely devastating. Devastating in the way that it stripped me of any will to ever leave, even if just for the moment. Devastating in her—their—power over me and my desperation to tug them right into my bed. Was I weak? Should I be able to say no to this and focus on my return home?

But a small power came over me. A determination to live in the moment. I stood up and hooked my arms around both elves.

“You’re mistaken if I’m going to let you two gorgeous women even think about taking care of me tonight,” I said. I pushed them over to the bed, dropping all three of us onto the endless covers. Naestra rolled and instantly threw her arms around my neck. Arahan bounced upright, sitting up to lean over me, her hair cascading around my face.

“I’m going to make tonight all about you two,” I promised. I wanted to make them squirm and come undone by my hands. I wanted to see them overcome with such pleasure that they were left breathless for more. It was the least that they deserved with me leaving tomorrow and I knew that those were the kind of images I wanted seared into my brain for the rest of my life.

I kissed Naestra and then I sat up and pulled Arahan in for a long kiss. I kissed one’s neck and then the other’s nose. I switched to Naestra’s bra and took it off, revealing her gorgeous breasts. I took each rose petal nipple in my mouth and suckled it until she giggled. Next, I did the same to Arahan, nibbling to add some variety.

My cock swelled with my growing lust with the two elves underneath me. Both Arahan and Naestra’s eyes followed me, their cheeks glowing as I kissed and touched. I removed their delicate panties with my teeth and gently sank my fingers into the warm depths of Naestra’s lower lips, all the while kissing Arahan’s stomach. I started to alternate from one to the other, working them gently with my hands and my mouth until they started to squirm. While I was upon her, pushing my tongue into her deepest secrets, tasting Arahan in all her glory, I flicked her clitoris with my roaming hand and held her down as her thighs quivered around me.

It was, I daresay systematic, but I was determined to give each one her time and pleasure. I had never tried to balance two women in a bed at once but when Arahan sat up after I tasted her and pushed me onto my back, I didn’t resist. Naestra slipped around to lie beside me, draping her arms across my chest as her sister pulled down my pants and underwear to reveal my already pulsing length. A small crystalline drop of pre-cum sparkled from the large stand and both locked onto the sight, their mouths opened into beautiful little, “o’s.” I hungered to imagine them putting their perfect little lips around my straining dick.

“Lie back and let us give you something fun,” Arahan said. She took control and straddled me, letting my penis rub against her belly, the delicate tip bouncing over her skin. I winced at the overwhelming sensation.

“And I will continue to take your attention,” Naestra said. I stayed still, a little confused but more than willing. Arahan lifted her hips, scooting her knees close to my hips and fingered my length, maneuvering it between her legs until in one, smooth movement, she guided it into herself and slid down onto me, surrounding me with her all-encompassing warmth. I gasped, sweat instantly beading my skin. Arahan sighed, gently rocking over me.

“Perfect, now just sit back and relax,” Arahan said. She started to sway, gently back and forth until she leaned forward and reached for Naestra who kneeled over me. “This way, I can guide you and Naestra? Well… you can continue to pleasure her as well. Three active participants..." she faltered and groaned. I didn’t respond, I could barely hold my concentration as Naestra crouched over me and suddenly sat on my face, her vagina hovering above me, the perfect easy access. I grasped her hips like an anchor of my affections and dove right in. As three, we moved in sync, moans punctuating our movements. I arched my hips to give Arahan better access, moving with her and I held onto Naestra as she struggled, falling to my touch as I felt their every little reaction and gasping jolts.

All at once, I felt like a gymnast attempting a high-risk act, juggling the possible orgasmic reactions of three beings. It was one thing to pleasure yourself, just sitting alone, or focusing on a partner but tossing in two mind-numbingly stunning elves only made my head spin. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in all the feelings and growing need to bust but I held on desperately, focusing on Naestra’s pleasure and letting Arahan guide herself to climax with my body as support.

Locked between these two, I never wanted to move away from them. The sweat, their gasps... it was like honey and music. Their taste and feel of them was overwhelming. It was a drug, and I was the poor sap addicted to their speed. Tomorrow and my coming departure felt all at once far away and nonexistent on this stuttering plane of pleasure. I could easily forget who I was between these two, but I was determined to make sure they got the most out of this as possible.

Grasping Naestra tighter, I kissed and licked, pushing into her until she shivered, and she let out a song-like moan. I was instantly rewarded with my effort as she orgasmed. Clumsily, she slipped off my face to collapse onto the bed.

From above, Arahan laughed.

“Yes, make her feel good,” she cooed. “You are doing… great!”

I grasped Arahan’s hips and arched my back, increasing the force. Her face instantly contorted, and she closed her eyes, her ears dipping as she felt every bit of me deep inside. She clutched at me as I rocked my hips up and down, bouncing her harder and harder until she too let out a moan and collapsed with a gasp.

For a moment, we were all still, each recovering as our breaths filled the silence. Still hard and straining to hold on, my dick stood erect in the air as if it was overseeing the bedroom, reminding us all of what was yet to come. I knew I could get lost in them endlessly. Arahan’s rough but personal focus; Naestra with her lovely high-pitched responses and soft touches…

Naestra recovered first. She kissed me on the cheek and collapsed back against the pillows. Without a second to lose and nearly straining past my breaking point, I rolled over her and propped myself up on my elbows.

“Can I feel you too?” I asked. She nodded, still out of breath. Her hair was twisted around her face and disheveled like I had never seen. Her breasts heaved and she quivered underneath me.

“Y-yes!”

She accepted me with barely a thrust. We coupled easily. She was already more than enough warmed up to accept my size with no hesitation. Arahan sidled up to lie next to her sister so both elves looked up at me, Naestra directly below me and Arahan next to my right hand, that framed her sister’s face. Arahan smiled up at me, a piercing look that seemed to peek into my very soul. I did not feel vulnerable before her. Instead, I thought she liked what she saw as she turned her head to kiss my fingers before her own hand slipped between her legs and she began to touch herself as I began to move over Naestra. Arahan matched our motions as waves of pleasure and the warm slip of me inside Naestra spread sparkles of shimmering ecstasy throughout my body.

We moved together easily as if it had always been meant to be. I leaned down to kiss her, intent on making sure she enjoyed every moment. I started with slow, long thrusts, really feeling my way around and seeing which direction or technique elicited the most delicious of squeaks from her mouth. Settling on the best reaction, I steadied myself—a deep breath for self-control—and quickened my pace. The bed beneath us began to rock like a boat dipping on an oceanic wave. Naestra’s mouth opened, and she started to tense up, focusing on the moment at hand. Her hands clawed at my back, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles together to secure herself as I intensified my thrusts. We came together and apart like the clatter of hooves on asphalt. She held onto me and Arahan turned to bite my wrist, kissing, and teasing as the three of us rode the pleasure of the moment.

“Ah, yes—ah!” Naestra exclaimed. 

“Keep it going,” Arahan said. She panted, leaning her forehead against me as great ropey veins started to stand out on my muscled forearms and strained hands.

“It—feels—so—good—ah!” Naestra tossed her head back, tears slipping down her scarlet cheeks.

Caught up in the motion, the sweet scent of them, the excitement that was far beyond my imagination… I rode the wave as Arahan and Naestra’s bodies tensed alongside mine, both quickening as their cries filled the quiet air until all at once… we found release.

I collapsed between them, burying my head between their necks and draping my shaking arms across their chests. Sweat pooled and my mind drifted away upon a sudden cloud mixed with clarity and pure, blissful delusion.

Did I think this was love?

If it was, how could I leave the ones I love?

***

The next morning, I paused in the fields beyond Athel Loren, astride one of the noble elven steeds. The gray horse was indeed so fine, as Naestra had claimed, it had nearly directed me itself, which was a relief as I wasn’t exactly experienced in riding horseback. But that little relief did not make a dent in the looming doom, settling over my shoulders and draping across my body like a large cloak.

I was outside the forest, away from the sisters, with a pack on my back held my remaining weapons and supplies, rations, and everything I needed. Arahan had given me my own bow and Naestra had fletched the arrows and a light sword was on my waist as well.

“You can never have enough weapons,” Arahan had said.

If only I felt prepared. Leaving the bed after learning the pleasures of the Sisters of Twilight, I couldn’t feel farther away from what I was supposed to do. Leave? Stay?

“To leave,” I whispered. Hoarse. I didn’t want to leave. I felt like I was swallowing sand, trying to voice my wants. What I should do. Where I should go…. I need to go home…

After riding out for much of the morning, since before the break of dawn, the sun was only a little above the horizon once I reached my guesstimated arrival location. I had kept my eyes down as I rode past the ruined village and now out here in the sea of grass, I was alone, where my wild journey had begun.

“I sense a rift,” a voice said.

Ariel appeared, stepping out of thin air as if she had opened a door between here and the forest. She held a hand up and felt the wind, testing it, tasting it.

“I felt like I was falling before I woke up here, but I’m not sure how much that is true,” I explained.

“The path between words is never an easy experience,” Ariel said. “But there was something here. I can open it.” She said this matter-of-factly as if the very idea wasn’t shattering the hopes I had begun to build here.

“Are you ready?”

There wasn’t a specific place to focus on. I didn’t have a physical entrance staring me down or a step to take. Was Ariel just going to snap her fingers and I would fall into another blinding void?

The wind picked up and the fields in the distance, back in the direction of the village, were growing dark as if a large shadow passed over them. The gloomy weather was not helping my mood. Or hope.

“I…”

Horns sounded. Cheers. Screams.

I whipped around and faced the shadows in the distance except far above, the sun was still shining. No thick clouds darkened the land but instead, the darkness was teeming as if made up by hundreds of beings.

“The Skaven army,” I groaned.

They were already here. If I took Ariel’s time and power to go back to my own world, I would be turning my back on the fiery hells of battle right here. I knew I was meant to go back to my own world and continue the struggle that was my old life but hearing the literal bugles of battle about to descend upon an innocent body…

“I can’t,” I said. I looked up at Ariel who now towered over me, growing in size as the nearing army caught her attention. “My heart is here now. I should be dead back in my own world and even though this world has already chewed me up… this is my second chance to make a difference. To protect those I love…”

Ariel floated into the air, preparing to teleport back to her people. Her ghostly eyes looked down on me, her hair rippled like blue flames.

“You speak the truth,” Ariel said. “But ensure you keep your word. Mankind has not been kind to my people.”

“I’ll do more than my word. I swear, if you’ll have me here.”

Ariel smiled. “Son of man… you are welcome among my people as long as your heart is true.”