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The castle loomed above Calain and Zelda as they stood before it, side by side in the dark, and to Calain’s surprise, it was not swarming in armed guards. Instead, it stood almost vacant in the moonlight, its torches lit with green Wyre flames that flickered gently in the cool breeze rolling off the lake. Perhaps Wick was overconfident in the strength of the castle’s enchantments.
“She will have charmed suits of armor ready to defend her,” said Zelda, as if she had read Calain’s mind.
Calain was noticing more and more that Zelda was growing very apt at guessing her thoughts and feelings. She wondered bitterly if it wasn’t yet something else Melvalda had taught her.
“Suits of armor are cheaper to employ,” went on Zelda, amused, “also cheaper to replace, and Wick would be on quite the budget after having been disowned by her parents.” She sounded darkly pleased by that.
“What is the quarrel between you?” Calain asked.
Zelda hesitated and answered guiltily, “I wasn’t the best friend. The fault lies with me.”
“Then your quarrel is the same as mine with Selene,” said Calain, looking down at Zelda in sympathy. “I was a terrible friend, undeserving of her, and so she hath come here in despair. Quite a pair are we. What shall you say to Wick to sooth her?”
“Soothe her?!” growled Zelda, shocking Calain with her anger. “She hath taken my knight and likely seduced her to boot! She shall count herself fortunate if I do not slay her!”
Calain looked down at Zelda in amazement, but thinking of how she had slain Queen Ellanara without hesitation, she knew she would be a hypocrite if she should judge Zelda for her anger.
“Let us go forth,” Zelda said. “Time is wasting.” She started forward, but Calain grabbed her shoulders and turned her about.
“Calain? What—?”
“Speak truly, fair Zelda,” said Calain somberly. “Did thou lay with Arryn to rouse my fury?”
Zelda blushed a little, and Calain knew she wanted to hide her face, but she was caught in Calain’s grasp and helplessly exposed. Her swollen cleavage heaved as she took a guilty breath and confessed, “Yes! I lay with her to goad your jealousy and make you come running! I knew it would bring you to me, and I w-wanted you.”
Calain blinked. “Then that pleases me, I suppose.”
Zelda stared up at Calain in disbelief. “That pleases you?!”
Calain smiled. “It were better than you being madly in love with her. Now one other thing—”
“Calain!” Zelda protested.
Calain did not release Zelda’s shoulders. “Dost thou love me more than Selene?”
Zelda laughed girlishly. “Calain! Thou art my true love!” She looked up at Calain with the round, innocently doting eyes Calain had come to love so well, and Calain felt something in her soften. She leaned down and kissed Zelda on the forehead, and she was pleased when she felt Zelda’s heart beat faster.
Calain reached back for her sword. “Let us make haste, fair Zelda. There are suits of armor to slay!”
***
SELENE LAY ON HER BACK, staring up at Wick, who was sitting astride her lap, thighs apart, and still enchanted to look like Zelda. Zelda’s large breasts were sharp with pink nipples as they jutted from Wick’s chest, and Zelda’s sweet blue eyes were smiling at her from Wick’s face. Selene knew it should have made her happy, but because it was a lie, it only made her sad.
“What is the matter, my knight?” said Wick. She smiled and ran a small hand over one of her heavy breasts, causing it to wobble hard when it was dropped again.
Selene moaned with longing and felt her clitoris pumping hungrily between her thighs. She knew Wick could feel her arousal, for her cheeks colored up in response . . . Zelda’s cheeks colored up.
“Nothing is the matter,” lied Selene.
“It has been days,” said Wick with Zelda’s sweet voice, “and your friends have not come for you. . . Zelda has not come for you.” She frowned in sympathy and touched Selene’s face. “Do heed my counsel: never rely on Zelda to care for any that are not herself.”
Selene tightened indignantly. “That is not true! Do not slander my lady!”
It was Wick’s turn to look angry. “She is not your lady!” she snapped. “I am! You are Bound to me! Me!” She placed a tight hand on Selene’s throat, holding her down with such a strength that Selene was shocked.
“You are mine,” Wick hissed, making Zelda’s sweet face look as menacing as Selene had ever seen it. “I lent you to her that she might escape the buffoonery of her red knight. But as with everything I ever lent to Zelda, she did not care to return you.”
“Do not call Calain a buffoon,” Selene warned.
Wick lifted Zelda’s golden brows in surprise. “You defend her? I thought you despised the red knight. All you did at the feast was glare hatred upon her! I assumed you fled with her to sate your lust for Zelda. I was not wrong in that regard, at least,” she finished, looking sullen, and Selene remembered that Wick would have felt her making love to Zelda because they were Bound.
Selene closed a firm hand around Wick’s wrist and pried the elf’s fingers from her throat. She snatched Wick’s other wrist, and Wick screamed softly and trembled in fear. But Selene only held Wick’s arms apart and said calmly, “Enough of this. Take thy true form.”
Wick was still shaking – so hard that her breasts jiggled – but she stubbornly did not obey. Selene shook her gently but firmly by the wrists (Wick screamed softly) and repeated sternly, “Take thy true form!”
Wick sobbed but obeyed. In the blink of an eye, she was her small self again – long black hair, pointed ears, dark eyes. Her body was narrow and small, and she was much shorter and lighter than Zelda.
Selene’s eyes traced over Wick’s body, and she thought her breasts and sex were fantastic. Wick’s breasts were small and perky, and the pale pink nipples were standing erect from the plump little mounds. Wick’s sex was the same pale pink color and was swathed in soft, curly black hair, from which the lips coyly peeped, swollen with arousal.
When Selene’s eyes met Wick’s, the elf was staring at her with a shy sort of shock and hesitation.
“Your eyes. . .” whispered Wick hoarsely. “You look as if you would devour me!”
“Thy tits and pussy are perfect,” said Selene, making Wick blush scarlet. “So is thy ass. I can feel the sweet shape as you sit upon me—”
“S-Selene!” cried Wick, appalled.
“Why would thou hide behind the image of Zelda when thou hast such beauty of thine own?”
Wick laughed weakly and in disbelief. “Because tis Zelda that you love! I had to pretend to be her just to find myself naked on top of you! You didn’t even notice my beauty until it was so!”
Selene looked up at Wick guiltily. “I cannot control who I love,” she said apologetically.
“But you can control what you do!” Wick retorted, struggling in vain to wiggle free of Selene’s grasp. “You did not have to come here and make love to me whilst knowing you only cared for Zelda!”
“I do not only care for Zelda,” Selene said calmly, but her eyes were fixed with quiet hunger on Wick’s breasts, which were jiggling wildly as Wick twisted to get away.
Noticing Selene’s lust, Wick fell still in embarrassment.
Her dark eyes burning, Selene gently released one of Wick’s wrists and stroked Wick’s clitoris with her thumb, watching as the fat lips of her sex moved gently from the pressure. Wick’s cheeks were growing brighter from each careful stroke, and Selene could feel Wick’s heart beating harder, the pleasure that flushed hot through her, how breathless she was becoming. It was making Selene’s clitoris swell and throb with hunger, and Selene in turn was becoming breathless. Was this how it was for Zelda and Calain? Double the pleasure, double the intensity?
Wick’s eyes hooded, her pink lips parted in a sigh, and she twisted her narrow waist against the pleasure. Selene kept stroking her clitoris with narrow-eyed lust, until they both were breathless, panting the more intense their arousal.
Still gripping Wick’s other wrist, Selene drew her down near and whispered in her ear, “Put thy sweet pussy on my face.”
Wick blushed but she obeyed, crawling forward and kneeling over Selene’s face, thighs spread. She gasped when Selene grabbed her by the hips and slowly guided her into gyrating, until her breasts were jiggling and her soft sex was brushing Selene’s hungry mouth in slow, circular motions.
Watching the perky undersides of Wick’s jiggling breasts, Selene plunged her tongue through the heat and moisture of Wick’s sex and heard herself moan, heard Wick cry out in shock and delight from the pleasure, saw Wick’s thighs begin to tremble as she struggled to hold herself up.
Wick’s head fell back, she moaned helplessly, and just as she was climaxing, there was a bang as the door of the bedchamber burst open, and Zelda’s voice rang out,
“Wick! Get thy pussy off my knight!”
***
OUT IN THE CORRIDOR, Calain had felled the last angry suit of armor when she saw Zelda tear a door open and float swiftly inside. They had been searching the castle from top to bottom, ripping open doors, shouting for Selene, and battling empty suits of armor as servants fled them, screaming in terror. Now it seemed Zelda had finally found Selene, for Calain could hear her yelling at Wick.
Calain hurried into the bedchamber just in time to see a naked Wick – who had been sitting on Selene’s face a moment before—go flying across the room, sent by a silent spell from Zelda. The small elf hit the wall and fell over, frowning and in pain.
Selene was on the bed, and she was in her smallclothes. Her black hair was loose of its braid, and licks of it fell across her shocked eyes. She sat up on her elbow, amazed to see them there. But to Calain’s confusion, she lifted her hand and shouted at them, “No! Do not harm Wick! My lady is blameless!”
Selene’s sword and armor were on a nearby display, and she ran to them, snatching her sword with determination from the sheath. “Leave her be, I say!” she warned, standing protectively before Wick, sword drawn.
“She’s enchanted!” said Calain in amazement.
Selene scowled. “No, Calain, you fool, I am not! And if you come nearer—”
“Capture her!” commanded Zelda. “I shall deal with Wick!”
Wick was getting to her feet, and she did not look pleased. Glowering hatred at Zelda, she summoned her dark green housecoat from the armchair near the fire, and it floated to her before settling around her shoulders as the sleeves slid neatly over her outstretched arms. Staring intently at Zelda, she lifted her hands to cast a spell.
“Calain, hurry!” Zelda snapped, though her furious eyes were fixed on Wick. The tip of her stave began to glow.
Calain obeyed, lunging at Selene with her sword. Selene parried and the two of them struggled, swords clashing, as Zelda and Wick sent spells back and forth across the room in several flashes of blinding light.
“Selene, can you hear me?” shouted Calain, as if she were speaking to a deaf person. “I have come to set you free!”
“Calain,” said Selene through her teeth, parrying a downward swing from Calain’s blade, “cease this insanity! I am neither enchanted nor a prisoner!”
“Exactly what an enchanted woman would say,” panted Calain. “Don’t worry, Selene! I shall save thee!”
Selene groaned in exasperation.
Calain knew she was stronger and more skilled a warrior. It wasn’t long before she had disarmed Selene. Selene protested, but to Calain it just sounded like the ramblings of an enchanted person. Without pausing to listen – and frantic to get Selene to safety – Calain brought the hilt of her sword down.
“Calain!” Selene begged. “Wait, you—!” Selene’s words halted in her mouth when Calain’s sword hilt connected with her head and she tumbled to the floor. Sheathing her sword on her back, Calain gently gathered Selene’s limp body and threw her over her shoulder.
With a last vicious wave of her hand, Zelda sent a spell at Wick that smacked her into the wall again, this time knocking her unconscious. Wick slid down the wall like a broken doll and sat slumped over. She didn’t move, and Zelda stood over her looking guilty for a moment. Then she turned to Calain.
Calain stood in amazement. Zelda was now as powerful as an elf. Either that, or Wick was a piss-poor mage.
Zelda’s blue eyes filled with relief. “You were able to take Selene alive! Thank the gods!”
“Let us take her armor,” Calain said breathlessly. She laughed. “I haven’t the coin to buy her a new set.”
Using telekinesis, Zelda pulled Selene’s armor from the nearby stand and charmed it to float alongside them. “I have it,” she said, still breathless, tousled, and pink-cheeked from the fighting. “Come! Let us cross the lake on the ferry and take Selene to Wolf Fortress. It is the nearest place we can take her .”