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I Slept My Way To This Post, Chapter 2:
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To meet with his own mother required Ylantar to arrange it. It was scheduled three days in advance, a short, brisk meeting in a rather palatial office. His mother was tall and slender, with dark skin that edged into a purple hue, long white hair that was done in a trio of braids that trailed down her back. "What is it that is so important you could not speak through servants?" His mother asked, her tone sharp but calm. She wished to know because it mattered to her, not because she was annoyed.
"Vicolene plans to join the army."
"Who is Vicolene?"
"The daughter of Narcelia," he offered. "One of your servants, the one with the large-" he made a hand sign, and his mother nodded in recognition.
"I see. And what interest is it of mine?"
"I would like to request she be given some tutoring in magic."
"For a commoner girl?" His mother asked, her expression sharpening, now seeming truly annoyed with him. "We are still looking into marriage matches, and while a boy on campaign can be forgiven for indiscretion, one beneath his mother's skirts cannot."
"I can assure you, mother, I have no interest in Vicolene from that perspective. I was planning to sit in on her lessons, to ensure they are of the highest quality possible."
His mother leaned back in her seat, gently raising one hand to her lips to cover her mouth as she considered his words. What he was not saying, as much as what he was. "And, I presume, you would not like Aunrae to be this tutor, since she is so busy with your education?"
"Yes, Mother."
She moved her hand so that she was lacing her fingers together, staring forward as her mouth was covered up by them. "I will arrange it. Is that all?"
"Yes, Mother," he said, rising with a deep bow.
As he turned to leave, his mother spoke. "One thing I would note," she stated, clearly and purposefully. "If there should be an egregious incident during Vicolene's education, or for that matter your own, you should speak to me as quickly as possible."
"I understand, Mother."
Family politics among dark elves was really far too much, in my view.
* * *
Vicolene's teacher was not nearly as prestigious as Aunrae, but an older commoner man named Wehlor with military experience and a certain dull, workmanlike quality to him. He would proceed through each part of the process with a bloody-minded focus, declaring that one had to do this, then that, then this, then that. There was no particular subtlety or nuance, but it was functional, minimalist, with all the sorts of little tips and tricks one obtained by practical applications and minor corrections on the basis of noting some fault or other.
It was honestly a better fit for Ylantar's developing level of skill. He watched for the first few sessions, quiet in the corner, Wehlor somewhat stiff-necked from the presence of a noble boy seeming to be evaluating his every teaching. On the fifth session, he spoke up. "May I participate as well?"
"Hm?" Wehlor seemed genuinely surprised, glancing around the room for a moment as if looking for what might have set Ylantar off. "You sure about that?"
"Quite certain, thank you," he said, with a gentle smile. "Your style is very different from my own teacher-" namely in the sense that it was competent "-and I would like to diversify my learning as much as possible."
"I'm not sure what I can teach a noble boy, but I'll do my best, sir," he said, adding the last bit in as if he'd just remembered the boy's social status.
"Great, now I'm not gonna just have you watching, but I'm going to be getting destroyed in a competition, too," Vicolene said, with a long-suffering sigh. Her own magical skills were genuinely abysmal, despite the age difference. It was as if she'd started a month or two ago, without the assistance of a being such as myself, rather than having had the chance to practice for several years. "Puhh," she sighed, leaning forward.
"Let's do the basics of a night light again. You want it pure red," Wehlor explained, raising one hand, a faint, luminous red glow emerging from it. A puttering little pink thing emerged from Vicolene's hand. "Let's see yours, sir," he said, glancing at Ylantar.
Ylantar raised his hand, and a gentle red glow stretched out from it, rushing across the barren floor like a tide sweeping out.
"That's good. I guess you are already being taught by somebody else. Sir." Wehlor seemed to consider for the moment, glancing at Vicolene, wondering if he should maintain the current level of training, or adjust upward for Ylantar's sake.
"Just teach Vicolene. I'm not here to interrupt her education, but to assist in it."
"Alright then," Wehlor said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Back to it."
* * *
Vicolene was not nearly so talented as Ylantar, naturally, but now that she was being properly taught, she was quickly developing her magical abilities. From time to time, Wehlor would even teach her some combat basics. It was more the sort of easy pickings that come at the start of one's learning than the deep knowledge of a true veteran or master, but she was building a firm foundation for army life.
That was one thing I had come to learn, in my time observing the dark elves up close: it was expected that one would be trained before entering the military. By a single master, no less, the master/apprentice relationship helping to pass down the military distinctions that often formed in the army. Untrained commoners could enter the army, of course, but they would not be likely to ever receive any special distinctions. Even women - thought of by the dark elves as particularly level headed and the only ones suited to command - could only succeed if they showed at least a modest degree of physical and magical talent, and for any serious position they would need to show their abilities at various games of strategy. (The less prominent positions only required literacy, something that Vicolene also lagged on.)
In any case, my conclusion - seemingly shared by my host - was that Vicolene had actually proven to have quite the good foundation for a soldier, and would probably manage some decent position. Given her rather lazy personality, it was unlikely for her to rise too high, but it was always good to have friends in the military before you joined. Any members of House Jehalaora would be supportive of Ylantar.
Elves are like all the modern things that walk upon this world: in need of sex to propagate themselves. As such, like so many others, they have instincts to reproduce. The women lead and decided upon the sex lives of the men in their society, but the men were hardly without desires. Stories were told of bold romances and strange couplings, with both tragic ends and happy ones. They were, in short, obsessed with sex - and by extension, obsessed with those who gave it to them.
Vicolene was not some sexless girl. On one occasion when she snuck into Ylantar's room and discovered him shirtless, she clearly showed quite a response - despite his still-growing body, he was quite handsome and muscular due to all the exercise he was getting with his martial practice.
I understood well that Vicolene would hardly be the most useful political ally in the years to come, but, she could at least be a little useful - and it would be a useful for Ylantar to learn how to seduce and make love to a woman now, rather than later. As such, I began to quietly stoke the fires of lust in my host's body, when he would see Vicolene twist or stretch or leap or do any of a dozen other things. Up until then, his lusts had been quite confined due to his youth, the occasional tumescence of his length at some woman's body pressing against his.
Now? Now he was for the first time masturbating. It was an exquisitely pleasant sensation, one that instantly made me understand why mortals became so utterly obsessed with it. Even the gods were said to have lovers and affairs, and if it felt half as good for them as this did for me, it would be incredibly worth it. As he masturbated, he faintly muttered the name of Vicolene, appearing to be developing a degree of sexual obsession with her...
Which unfortunately did not filter into action on its own. Certainly, he looked at her body quite regularly, as if committing its every curve and contour to memory for future use. But he did not touch her, did not ask her for intimacy, simply admired her body from afar. It was frustrating, but it did demonstrate that I had made the right choice in experimenting in such a low-risk environment: if he had been so recalcitrant with an important target, that would have been very problematic. For a time, I was content simply to arouse him whenever he laid eyes upon Vicolene, but it clearly wasn't working in the least bit.
So, after one more session of frantic, lonely masturbation, the occasional hiss of Vicolene's name escaping his lips, I quietly whispered something into his mind: I should actually do something to sleep with her. He was inclined to talk through his thoughts when he was alone, so as he settled down on the bed, I waited for him to start talking. "It would be improper if we were found out." It would be improper if it was found out Vicolene was sneaking into my room. "Well... yes, I suppose I am already in trouble if anyone discovered us, and this is getting quite crazy. Next time she comes in, I'll bring it up."
* * *
The next time she snuck in through the window, I kicked Ylantar's sex drive into maximum, getting him immediately hard as he greeted her. "Vicolene. You know, you shouldn't keep breaking into a young boy's room. You could leave people with the wrong impression."
"It's just me," she replied with an idle wave of her hand. "Anyway, I make sure to never get caught, don't I?" He stepped towards her. He was an inch or two shorter than her even now, but he had bulk and muscle and a certain intimidation factor that made her take a step back, until she was practically pressed against the wall. "Whoa, what's the matter?"
"I'm the one who could have the wrong impression," he told her, reaching for her wrist. His grasp was gentle, almost loose, as he drew it towards his erection. She blinked rapidly, staring down at the hard thing in her hand through the layers of fabric. With her skin painted black from my ichor, I couldn't see any sign of the flush so common in an aroused female, but her response was obviously one of a woman who was at least somewhat interested.
"You're- it wouldn't be appropriate."
"Would it be any less appropriate if you were to be found lounging on my bed, or resting on my head, than if we were found in carnal acts?"
She bit her lip at that, seeming to consider it carefully, her breath through her nostrils soft and gentle. Her response was clearly that of a woman sincerely considering doing it. "What brought this on?"
"I can't stop thinking about you," Ylantar explained simply. It was more that he couldn't stop getting horny every time he saw her than that, but such niceties were part of courtship. "You're so beautiful..."
"It's just I'm the only girl near your age you get to see that isn't a relative," Vicolene tried to argue - but she did not remove her hand from his groin, her fingers gently, tenderly wrapped around his shape through the fabric of his trousers.
"It isn't that," he said with a firmness that left no room to argue. In fairness, it wasn't that - it was that I thought she would make a good ally to cultivate, and a good woman to practice awakening Ylantar's lusts upon. "I like you for you."
I could see the slightly-shy way that Vicolene responded to those words, the wilting of her resistance in the face of such unbridled affection. I wondered if she had feelings for Ylantar in the past. "It could create an enormous scandal for you if I got pregnant..." she said, but it wasn't in the way of an argument. Rather, she descended to her knees right in front of Ylantar, quietly pulling down his trousers, making his hard cock pop out. "If it gets like this again, I can handle it like this..." She gave a soft kiss to the tip of his dick, glancing up at him as if searching for approval.
"I don't want you to just 'handle it'," he said. "I want you to do it because you like me too."
She let out a soft laugh. "You must think really low of me if you think I would do this for any man who asked."
"Or maybe any noble boy whose room you'd stolen into," he corrected. "If you don't want to-"
He couldn't finish the thought, the act of little pride to try to assure Vicolene's consent, because Vicolene wrapped her lips around his tip and began to swallow him up, a slow movement of wet flapping tongue and heavy spit and saliva. Her mouth slid down his length inch by inch, and her eyes gazed up at him, blue eyes full of love and affection and earnest desire. Yes, she definitely had feelings for Ylantar before this point. By the pleasant hum of her mouth around his length, she was clearly enjoying herself, softly breathing through her nose as she twisted her head back and forth.
She was almost pressed up against the wall from when Ylantar had first approached her. I sat back and quietly let whatever would happen, happen; I needed to see exactly what Ylantar would do, when given the chance at sexual intimacy, so I could guide him to use it for his own advantage rather than simply to brutishly and brusquely take what he needed or wanted.
Fortunately, he did seem to have quite a bit of self control. While his fingers ran through Vicolene's ivory white hair, occasionally clenching up, he did not move to drive her face down his cock, letting her content herself with the upper half of his length. One of her dark, feminine hands came up, softly stroking him where his length wasn't drawn into her mouth. All the while, she stared up at him, their eyes locked, a silent exchange of feelings that was made all the clearer by the way that she licked and played with his cock in her mouth.
"This only feels good for me," Ylantar panted softly, his voice almost a whine. It was good he had such concern for his partner's feelings. It would only serve him well in the future. "Can I do anything, to make you feel good?"
She hummed around his cock, giving it a playful few laps against the underside, before popping back. "This feels good for me too, Ylantar," she told him, before playfully wrapping her lips back around his cock, wiggling her eyebrows. She was astoundingly eager at this point - I definitely had made the right choice when I had decided to use sexuality to gain the leverage I wanted Ylantar to hold. If he could produce such feelings by sexual intimacy with other women, there was no doubt that soon enough, he would be standing astride the whole of dark elven society, with me offering a bit of assistance.
The pleasure reached me as well, of course. It felt fantastic, absolutely wonderful, a wet warm place to snugly fit his length. Given how astounding this felt compared to masturbation, I could understand how mortals became so attached to it, and to those who gave them it. Ylantar reached up with one hand, biting on a bit of his palm to quiet his voice. Perhaps you should turn out the light, I whispered into his mind, and a moment later he reached out with one hand, the light inside the room turning instantly dark as an inky black part of my essence congealed around the faintly flickering candle.
The room was now pitch black. There was only sensation and sound to go by, the sight of Vicolene completely denied to Ylantar. She seemed to like it, even, by the way her pace on his cock got more intense, wet sloshing noises coming up from between his legs as she noisily slurped and drooled upon his cock. His length thrust deep into her mouth, starting to ram into the back of her throat, making her sputter and gag, speckles of saliva hitting his thighs as she worked. Despite that, she continued to push forward, trying her best to collect his whole length in her throat, gagging wetly as she did so.
I believe part of the reason she became particularly intense in the dark is that there was no risk that, were there to be a mess, she would wind up being seen in some embarrassing new light. As such, she could gag and sputter as many times as it took. Ylantar's hands were soon pressed against the wall, as he was rendered increasingly unable to control himself; even that measure lost its efficacy as he drove Vicolene backward, until her head pressed against the wall as well, his hips bucking back and forth, making her choke and sputter wetly on his cock, groaning and gasping.
It was unfortunate, since it was hardly the most loving method of fucking, but Vicolene would not be politically valuable - it was best he got this sort of energy out on her, than some woman he actually wanted to control and manipulate towards his own ends. Each wet thud of his cock against the back of her throat was accompanied by a gag from the girl beneath him, but she didn't resist. In fact, her fingers began to gently brush along his thighs, as if to reassure him that she wasn't angry at all.
All well and good for this situation, but I would definitely have to break him out of these habits.
That was something that could be handled later, though. It felt absolutely amazing, particularly when he finally managed to slam his cock past her gag reflex and just bury his entire length inside her throat. Then, her gags became not a thing representing resistance and struggle, but something wet and wondrous around his length, a repetitive gripping and squeezing of his length. The muffled noises she let out around his length, too, were delicious, sweet music to the ears. It took hardly any time at all for him to begin coming, groaning and letting out a sweet sigh of "Vicolene..." as he found release inside her throat.
When he was completely spent, he pulled back, letting her suck in deep heaving breaths, and tucking his cock back in his pants and letting light flood the room again. Vicolene's beautiful blue eyes widened as she was exposed to light, her dark skin now stained with spit and tears from choking on his cock - and one hand caught in her groin. She did her best to make herself presentable, only a muttered complaint escaping her lips at being caught like that.
"That was really great," he told her. "It was... amazing. Just... so good. So much better than my hand. I'm sorry for losing control near the end there," he added, and I could feel the pang of regret, knew he wasn't just saying it.
"It's fine," Vicolene said. "It was kind of hot, the way you just totally lost it. I hardly had to do anything, too, since at that point you were doing all the work."
He let out a laugh at that, patting her head. "There's lazy, and then there's you, Vicolene," he told her.
"Terrible way to talk to a girl you just choked on your cock."
He just laughed at that, flicking her head with a single finger. "Sorry. There's lazy, there's really lazy, and then there's Vicolene."
She let out a small noise of faux offense.
* * *
Wehlor's drilling of Vicolene focused on magic, but it was inevitable it would cross over into the martial elements of things as well. After all, he was a soldier, and Vicolene had no combat training whatsoever. He focused on the simple fundamentals, whereas Qilanna's tutoring involved more elegant footwork and clever swordplay, reading one's opponent and seeking out opportunities.
"It is a dance move," Qilanna explained, with a gentle flourish of her blade in the air. "An elegant interception of the opponent's blade, pressing it to one side to leave them exposed. Each movement is a delicate act, no excess or defect, perfect in each curve. It must be repeated until it is second nature."
Ylantar nodded in understanding, attempting the move himself. Qilanna began to stab at him, and he diverted her blade this way and that. He had developed some skill at it over their training, and my puissance had raised his strength and speed to a limited degree as well, letting him manage to parry her quite well. After only two minutes, she paused in her offensive, stepping back.
"We will take a moment to recuperate; the body is not a rock that can roll downhill until it finds its level. We must pace ourselves appropriately, lest we waste our time overmuch. Do you have any more intellectual inquiries?" She asked, as she collected a cup of water and began to drink it quite heavily.
"You teach fighting very differently from Wehlor."
"Wehlor?" She asked, with a faint frown, putting down her cup.
"He's teaching Vicolene, at my request to mother."
"Ah." She tilted her head to one side. "Wehlor is a common soldier, the brick and mortar on which all armies are based. He teaches conservative, regular movements, like the workings of a clock. You, on the other hand, are a noble," she said, gathering up her training blade again and pointing it at Ylantar . "It is not enough to be the cog that twists the hours' hand. You must be exceptional, and distinguish yourself, or else find yourself having failed your family. He only needs to come back to his. Now, let us begin again," she said, sword striking out towards Ylantar, at first with relatively light thrusts, then forcing a more thorough, aggressive style against Ylantar, eventually overpowering his defenses and sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Get up, and pay closer attention to my footwork this time. Don't watch my blade, that twitches in a heartbeat from hip to shoulder; watch my eyes, my arms, my legs, for they necessarily precede each action the blade takes." As if to demonstrate, she made a few quick back and forth movements of her wrist that sent her training blade slashing from side to side.
"Yes, Qilanna," he said. "I appreciate your efforts." Qilanna gave the slimmest smile at that, just a momentary thing, before resuming her aggressive series of attacks.
* * *
With a different teacher to give him solid basics in magic, Ylantar could begin to appear meek and incompetent with Aunrae. She, thus, became quite encouraging, assuring him that it was not too surprising he could not manage this or that on his first try, and that he needed simply to try again. In some ways, he learned faster this way, since she seemed less inclined to give him outright bad advice. She was still certainly not trying very hard to teach him, though.
Vicolene became the subject of numerous sexual experiments on the part of young Ylantar, though they avoided coitus proper. Fellatio, cunnilingus, intercrural, all the common debaucheries were experimented with as children playing. Ylantar grew stronger and taller with each passing month, until, a full year after my entrance into his body, he stood a full head taller than Vicolene. Their affections were intense, and, unfortunately, sometimes dipped into the world outside the walls of his room.
"I'm glad to hear you'll be entering the service of our great city," Wehlor said, as Vicolene and Ylantar approached him for training. "Otherwise I might have worried that I'd be training you for nothing. That doesn't apply to you, of course, sir; my services are entirely at your discretion."
Vicolene simply blinked in confusion at the statement Wehlor had made. "I... do plan on serving in the army, yes, but not soon."
"Oh? The Lady Llezina seemed to suggest it was close to time for you to go, and that I ought to ensure that any 'holes are plugged up,' though she didn't quite put it that way."
"Ah." Vicolene's statement left little doubt as to what was happening - Ylantar's mother was making good on her promise, likely in part to preserve the chastity of her son. I did quiet his sex drive as best I could when occasionally it seemed as if he were considering coitus, but his mother surely didn't know as much. "I understand. Let's continue with training, then?"
"Naturally. You've done well - Ylantar's a prodigy or somesuch, don't compare yourself to him," he said, with a lazy smile, raising one hand into the air, a thin trail of light beginning to emanate from his fingertips.
Neither Ylantar nor Vicolene were particularly productive students that day.
* * *
Ylantar did ask to speak to his mother about the matter of Vicolene's military service, but it was an entirely vain enterprise, hardly worth mentioning. It went precisely as you expect: he politely suggested that perhaps Vicolene could continue to stay in the household a while longer, and his mother politely stated that perhaps she could, but that was not what was going to happen.
The pair got much more regularly intimate with one another in the two weeks they had together than they had before, and likely would have violated chastity were it not for my intervention. If they noticed that Ylantar had a tendency to feel enervated whenever they approach the act of sex proper, they did not comment upon it.
Soon enough, though, Vicolene was headed out to join the army, unable to disobey her mother's employer, particularly after she had received genuine and valuable training. His mother permitted him to continue to train with Wehlor to "ensure continued grasp of the fundamentals"; Aunrae took little offense, perhaps considering it impossible that a commoner could truly improve on Ylantar's sorcery, or perhaps considering it impossible a male could.
Of course, Ylantar did not handle having his source of sexual relief and intimacy taken away from him particularly well.
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To meet with his own mother required Ylantar to arrange it. It was scheduled three days in advance, a short, brisk meeting in a rather palatial office. His mother was tall and slender, with dark skin that edged into a purple hue, long white hair that was done in a trio of braids that trailed down her back. "What is it that is so important you could not speak through servants?" His mother asked, her tone sharp but calm. She wished to know because it mattered to her, not because she was annoyed.
"Vicolene plans to join the army."
"Who is Vicolene?"
"The daughter of Narcelia," he offered. "One of your servants, the one with the large-" he made a hand sign, and his mother nodded in recognition.
"I see. And what interest is it of mine?"
"I would like to request she be given some tutoring in magic."
"For a commoner girl?" His mother asked, her expression sharpening, now seeming truly annoyed with him. "We are still looking into marriage matches, and while a boy on campaign can be forgiven for indiscretion, one beneath his mother's skirts cannot."
"I can assure you, mother, I have no interest in Vicolene from that perspective. I was planning to sit in on her lessons, to ensure they are of the highest quality possible."
His mother leaned back in her seat, gently raising one hand to her lips to cover her mouth as she considered his words. What he was not saying, as much as what he was. "And, I presume, you would not like Aunrae to be this tutor, since she is so busy with your education?"
"Yes, Mother."
She moved her hand so that she was lacing her fingers together, staring forward as her mouth was covered up by them. "I will arrange it. Is that all?"
"Yes, Mother," he said, rising with a deep bow.
As he turned to leave, his mother spoke. "One thing I would note," she stated, clearly and purposefully. "If there should be an egregious incident during Vicolene's education, or for that matter your own, you should speak to me as quickly as possible."
"I understand, Mother."
Family politics among dark elves was really far too much, in my view.
* * *
Vicolene's teacher was not nearly as prestigious as Aunrae, but an older commoner man named Wehlor with military experience and a certain dull, workmanlike quality to him. He would proceed through each part of the process with a bloody-minded focus, declaring that one had to do this, then that, then this, then that. There was no particular subtlety or nuance, but it was functional, minimalist, with all the sorts of little tips and tricks one obtained by practical applications and minor corrections on the basis of noting some fault or other.
It was honestly a better fit for Ylantar's developing level of skill. He watched for the first few sessions, quiet in the corner, Wehlor somewhat stiff-necked from the presence of a noble boy seeming to be evaluating his every teaching. On the fifth session, he spoke up. "May I participate as well?"
"Hm?" Wehlor seemed genuinely surprised, glancing around the room for a moment as if looking for what might have set Ylantar off. "You sure about that?"
"Quite certain, thank you," he said, with a gentle smile. "Your style is very different from my own teacher-" namely in the sense that it was competent "-and I would like to diversify my learning as much as possible."
"I'm not sure what I can teach a noble boy, but I'll do my best, sir," he said, adding the last bit in as if he'd just remembered the boy's social status.
"Great, now I'm not gonna just have you watching, but I'm going to be getting destroyed in a competition, too," Vicolene said, with a long-suffering sigh. Her own magical skills were genuinely abysmal, despite the age difference. It was as if she'd started a month or two ago, without the assistance of a being such as myself, rather than having had the chance to practice for several years. "Puhh," she sighed, leaning forward.
"Let's do the basics of a night light again. You want it pure red," Wehlor explained, raising one hand, a faint, luminous red glow emerging from it. A puttering little pink thing emerged from Vicolene's hand. "Let's see yours, sir," he said, glancing at Ylantar.
Ylantar raised his hand, and a gentle red glow stretched out from it, rushing across the barren floor like a tide sweeping out.
"That's good. I guess you are already being taught by somebody else. Sir." Wehlor seemed to consider for the moment, glancing at Vicolene, wondering if he should maintain the current level of training, or adjust upward for Ylantar's sake.
"Just teach Vicolene. I'm not here to interrupt her education, but to assist in it."
"Alright then," Wehlor said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Back to it."
* * *
Vicolene was not nearly so talented as Ylantar, naturally, but now that she was being properly taught, she was quickly developing her magical abilities. From time to time, Wehlor would even teach her some combat basics. It was more the sort of easy pickings that come at the start of one's learning than the deep knowledge of a true veteran or master, but she was building a firm foundation for army life.
That was one thing I had come to learn, in my time observing the dark elves up close: it was expected that one would be trained before entering the military. By a single master, no less, the master/apprentice relationship helping to pass down the military distinctions that often formed in the army. Untrained commoners could enter the army, of course, but they would not be likely to ever receive any special distinctions. Even women - thought of by the dark elves as particularly level headed and the only ones suited to command - could only succeed if they showed at least a modest degree of physical and magical talent, and for any serious position they would need to show their abilities at various games of strategy. (The less prominent positions only required literacy, something that Vicolene also lagged on.)
In any case, my conclusion - seemingly shared by my host - was that Vicolene had actually proven to have quite the good foundation for a soldier, and would probably manage some decent position. Given her rather lazy personality, it was unlikely for her to rise too high, but it was always good to have friends in the military before you joined. Any members of House Jehalaora would be supportive of Ylantar.
Elves are like all the modern things that walk upon this world: in need of sex to propagate themselves. As such, like so many others, they have instincts to reproduce. The women lead and decided upon the sex lives of the men in their society, but the men were hardly without desires. Stories were told of bold romances and strange couplings, with both tragic ends and happy ones. They were, in short, obsessed with sex - and by extension, obsessed with those who gave it to them.
Vicolene was not some sexless girl. On one occasion when she snuck into Ylantar's room and discovered him shirtless, she clearly showed quite a response - despite his still-growing body, he was quite handsome and muscular due to all the exercise he was getting with his martial practice.
I understood well that Vicolene would hardly be the most useful political ally in the years to come, but, she could at least be a little useful - and it would be a useful for Ylantar to learn how to seduce and make love to a woman now, rather than later. As such, I began to quietly stoke the fires of lust in my host's body, when he would see Vicolene twist or stretch or leap or do any of a dozen other things. Up until then, his lusts had been quite confined due to his youth, the occasional tumescence of his length at some woman's body pressing against his.
Now? Now he was for the first time masturbating. It was an exquisitely pleasant sensation, one that instantly made me understand why mortals became so utterly obsessed with it. Even the gods were said to have lovers and affairs, and if it felt half as good for them as this did for me, it would be incredibly worth it. As he masturbated, he faintly muttered the name of Vicolene, appearing to be developing a degree of sexual obsession with her...
Which unfortunately did not filter into action on its own. Certainly, he looked at her body quite regularly, as if committing its every curve and contour to memory for future use. But he did not touch her, did not ask her for intimacy, simply admired her body from afar. It was frustrating, but it did demonstrate that I had made the right choice in experimenting in such a low-risk environment: if he had been so recalcitrant with an important target, that would have been very problematic. For a time, I was content simply to arouse him whenever he laid eyes upon Vicolene, but it clearly wasn't working in the least bit.
So, after one more session of frantic, lonely masturbation, the occasional hiss of Vicolene's name escaping his lips, I quietly whispered something into his mind: I should actually do something to sleep with her. He was inclined to talk through his thoughts when he was alone, so as he settled down on the bed, I waited for him to start talking. "It would be improper if we were found out." It would be improper if it was found out Vicolene was sneaking into my room. "Well... yes, I suppose I am already in trouble if anyone discovered us, and this is getting quite crazy. Next time she comes in, I'll bring it up."
* * *
The next time she snuck in through the window, I kicked Ylantar's sex drive into maximum, getting him immediately hard as he greeted her. "Vicolene. You know, you shouldn't keep breaking into a young boy's room. You could leave people with the wrong impression."
"It's just me," she replied with an idle wave of her hand. "Anyway, I make sure to never get caught, don't I?" He stepped towards her. He was an inch or two shorter than her even now, but he had bulk and muscle and a certain intimidation factor that made her take a step back, until she was practically pressed against the wall. "Whoa, what's the matter?"
"I'm the one who could have the wrong impression," he told her, reaching for her wrist. His grasp was gentle, almost loose, as he drew it towards his erection. She blinked rapidly, staring down at the hard thing in her hand through the layers of fabric. With her skin painted black from my ichor, I couldn't see any sign of the flush so common in an aroused female, but her response was obviously one of a woman who was at least somewhat interested.
"You're- it wouldn't be appropriate."
"Would it be any less appropriate if you were to be found lounging on my bed, or resting on my head, than if we were found in carnal acts?"
She bit her lip at that, seeming to consider it carefully, her breath through her nostrils soft and gentle. Her response was clearly that of a woman sincerely considering doing it. "What brought this on?"
"I can't stop thinking about you," Ylantar explained simply. It was more that he couldn't stop getting horny every time he saw her than that, but such niceties were part of courtship. "You're so beautiful..."
"It's just I'm the only girl near your age you get to see that isn't a relative," Vicolene tried to argue - but she did not remove her hand from his groin, her fingers gently, tenderly wrapped around his shape through the fabric of his trousers.
"It isn't that," he said with a firmness that left no room to argue. In fairness, it wasn't that - it was that I thought she would make a good ally to cultivate, and a good woman to practice awakening Ylantar's lusts upon. "I like you for you."
I could see the slightly-shy way that Vicolene responded to those words, the wilting of her resistance in the face of such unbridled affection. I wondered if she had feelings for Ylantar in the past. "It could create an enormous scandal for you if I got pregnant..." she said, but it wasn't in the way of an argument. Rather, she descended to her knees right in front of Ylantar, quietly pulling down his trousers, making his hard cock pop out. "If it gets like this again, I can handle it like this..." She gave a soft kiss to the tip of his dick, glancing up at him as if searching for approval.
"I don't want you to just 'handle it'," he said. "I want you to do it because you like me too."
She let out a soft laugh. "You must think really low of me if you think I would do this for any man who asked."
"Or maybe any noble boy whose room you'd stolen into," he corrected. "If you don't want to-"
He couldn't finish the thought, the act of little pride to try to assure Vicolene's consent, because Vicolene wrapped her lips around his tip and began to swallow him up, a slow movement of wet flapping tongue and heavy spit and saliva. Her mouth slid down his length inch by inch, and her eyes gazed up at him, blue eyes full of love and affection and earnest desire. Yes, she definitely had feelings for Ylantar before this point. By the pleasant hum of her mouth around his length, she was clearly enjoying herself, softly breathing through her nose as she twisted her head back and forth.
She was almost pressed up against the wall from when Ylantar had first approached her. I sat back and quietly let whatever would happen, happen; I needed to see exactly what Ylantar would do, when given the chance at sexual intimacy, so I could guide him to use it for his own advantage rather than simply to brutishly and brusquely take what he needed or wanted.
Fortunately, he did seem to have quite a bit of self control. While his fingers ran through Vicolene's ivory white hair, occasionally clenching up, he did not move to drive her face down his cock, letting her content herself with the upper half of his length. One of her dark, feminine hands came up, softly stroking him where his length wasn't drawn into her mouth. All the while, she stared up at him, their eyes locked, a silent exchange of feelings that was made all the clearer by the way that she licked and played with his cock in her mouth.
"This only feels good for me," Ylantar panted softly, his voice almost a whine. It was good he had such concern for his partner's feelings. It would only serve him well in the future. "Can I do anything, to make you feel good?"
She hummed around his cock, giving it a playful few laps against the underside, before popping back. "This feels good for me too, Ylantar," she told him, before playfully wrapping her lips back around his cock, wiggling her eyebrows. She was astoundingly eager at this point - I definitely had made the right choice when I had decided to use sexuality to gain the leverage I wanted Ylantar to hold. If he could produce such feelings by sexual intimacy with other women, there was no doubt that soon enough, he would be standing astride the whole of dark elven society, with me offering a bit of assistance.
The pleasure reached me as well, of course. It felt fantastic, absolutely wonderful, a wet warm place to snugly fit his length. Given how astounding this felt compared to masturbation, I could understand how mortals became so attached to it, and to those who gave them it. Ylantar reached up with one hand, biting on a bit of his palm to quiet his voice. Perhaps you should turn out the light, I whispered into his mind, and a moment later he reached out with one hand, the light inside the room turning instantly dark as an inky black part of my essence congealed around the faintly flickering candle.
The room was now pitch black. There was only sensation and sound to go by, the sight of Vicolene completely denied to Ylantar. She seemed to like it, even, by the way her pace on his cock got more intense, wet sloshing noises coming up from between his legs as she noisily slurped and drooled upon his cock. His length thrust deep into her mouth, starting to ram into the back of her throat, making her sputter and gag, speckles of saliva hitting his thighs as she worked. Despite that, she continued to push forward, trying her best to collect his whole length in her throat, gagging wetly as she did so.
I believe part of the reason she became particularly intense in the dark is that there was no risk that, were there to be a mess, she would wind up being seen in some embarrassing new light. As such, she could gag and sputter as many times as it took. Ylantar's hands were soon pressed against the wall, as he was rendered increasingly unable to control himself; even that measure lost its efficacy as he drove Vicolene backward, until her head pressed against the wall as well, his hips bucking back and forth, making her choke and sputter wetly on his cock, groaning and gasping.
It was unfortunate, since it was hardly the most loving method of fucking, but Vicolene would not be politically valuable - it was best he got this sort of energy out on her, than some woman he actually wanted to control and manipulate towards his own ends. Each wet thud of his cock against the back of her throat was accompanied by a gag from the girl beneath him, but she didn't resist. In fact, her fingers began to gently brush along his thighs, as if to reassure him that she wasn't angry at all.
All well and good for this situation, but I would definitely have to break him out of these habits.
That was something that could be handled later, though. It felt absolutely amazing, particularly when he finally managed to slam his cock past her gag reflex and just bury his entire length inside her throat. Then, her gags became not a thing representing resistance and struggle, but something wet and wondrous around his length, a repetitive gripping and squeezing of his length. The muffled noises she let out around his length, too, were delicious, sweet music to the ears. It took hardly any time at all for him to begin coming, groaning and letting out a sweet sigh of "Vicolene..." as he found release inside her throat.
When he was completely spent, he pulled back, letting her suck in deep heaving breaths, and tucking his cock back in his pants and letting light flood the room again. Vicolene's beautiful blue eyes widened as she was exposed to light, her dark skin now stained with spit and tears from choking on his cock - and one hand caught in her groin. She did her best to make herself presentable, only a muttered complaint escaping her lips at being caught like that.
"That was really great," he told her. "It was... amazing. Just... so good. So much better than my hand. I'm sorry for losing control near the end there," he added, and I could feel the pang of regret, knew he wasn't just saying it.
"It's fine," Vicolene said. "It was kind of hot, the way you just totally lost it. I hardly had to do anything, too, since at that point you were doing all the work."
He let out a laugh at that, patting her head. "There's lazy, and then there's you, Vicolene," he told her.
"Terrible way to talk to a girl you just choked on your cock."
He just laughed at that, flicking her head with a single finger. "Sorry. There's lazy, there's really lazy, and then there's Vicolene."
She let out a small noise of faux offense.
* * *
Wehlor's drilling of Vicolene focused on magic, but it was inevitable it would cross over into the martial elements of things as well. After all, he was a soldier, and Vicolene had no combat training whatsoever. He focused on the simple fundamentals, whereas Qilanna's tutoring involved more elegant footwork and clever swordplay, reading one's opponent and seeking out opportunities.
"It is a dance move," Qilanna explained, with a gentle flourish of her blade in the air. "An elegant interception of the opponent's blade, pressing it to one side to leave them exposed. Each movement is a delicate act, no excess or defect, perfect in each curve. It must be repeated until it is second nature."
Ylantar nodded in understanding, attempting the move himself. Qilanna began to stab at him, and he diverted her blade this way and that. He had developed some skill at it over their training, and my puissance had raised his strength and speed to a limited degree as well, letting him manage to parry her quite well. After only two minutes, she paused in her offensive, stepping back.
"We will take a moment to recuperate; the body is not a rock that can roll downhill until it finds its level. We must pace ourselves appropriately, lest we waste our time overmuch. Do you have any more intellectual inquiries?" She asked, as she collected a cup of water and began to drink it quite heavily.
"You teach fighting very differently from Wehlor."
"Wehlor?" She asked, with a faint frown, putting down her cup.
"He's teaching Vicolene, at my request to mother."
"Ah." She tilted her head to one side. "Wehlor is a common soldier, the brick and mortar on which all armies are based. He teaches conservative, regular movements, like the workings of a clock. You, on the other hand, are a noble," she said, gathering up her training blade again and pointing it at Ylantar . "It is not enough to be the cog that twists the hours' hand. You must be exceptional, and distinguish yourself, or else find yourself having failed your family. He only needs to come back to his. Now, let us begin again," she said, sword striking out towards Ylantar, at first with relatively light thrusts, then forcing a more thorough, aggressive style against Ylantar, eventually overpowering his defenses and sending him tumbling to the ground.
"Get up, and pay closer attention to my footwork this time. Don't watch my blade, that twitches in a heartbeat from hip to shoulder; watch my eyes, my arms, my legs, for they necessarily precede each action the blade takes." As if to demonstrate, she made a few quick back and forth movements of her wrist that sent her training blade slashing from side to side.
"Yes, Qilanna," he said. "I appreciate your efforts." Qilanna gave the slimmest smile at that, just a momentary thing, before resuming her aggressive series of attacks.
* * *
With a different teacher to give him solid basics in magic, Ylantar could begin to appear meek and incompetent with Aunrae. She, thus, became quite encouraging, assuring him that it was not too surprising he could not manage this or that on his first try, and that he needed simply to try again. In some ways, he learned faster this way, since she seemed less inclined to give him outright bad advice. She was still certainly not trying very hard to teach him, though.
Vicolene became the subject of numerous sexual experiments on the part of young Ylantar, though they avoided coitus proper. Fellatio, cunnilingus, intercrural, all the common debaucheries were experimented with as children playing. Ylantar grew stronger and taller with each passing month, until, a full year after my entrance into his body, he stood a full head taller than Vicolene. Their affections were intense, and, unfortunately, sometimes dipped into the world outside the walls of his room.
"I'm glad to hear you'll be entering the service of our great city," Wehlor said, as Vicolene and Ylantar approached him for training. "Otherwise I might have worried that I'd be training you for nothing. That doesn't apply to you, of course, sir; my services are entirely at your discretion."
Vicolene simply blinked in confusion at the statement Wehlor had made. "I... do plan on serving in the army, yes, but not soon."
"Oh? The Lady Llezina seemed to suggest it was close to time for you to go, and that I ought to ensure that any 'holes are plugged up,' though she didn't quite put it that way."
"Ah." Vicolene's statement left little doubt as to what was happening - Ylantar's mother was making good on her promise, likely in part to preserve the chastity of her son. I did quiet his sex drive as best I could when occasionally it seemed as if he were considering coitus, but his mother surely didn't know as much. "I understand. Let's continue with training, then?"
"Naturally. You've done well - Ylantar's a prodigy or somesuch, don't compare yourself to him," he said, with a lazy smile, raising one hand into the air, a thin trail of light beginning to emanate from his fingertips.
Neither Ylantar nor Vicolene were particularly productive students that day.
* * *
Ylantar did ask to speak to his mother about the matter of Vicolene's military service, but it was an entirely vain enterprise, hardly worth mentioning. It went precisely as you expect: he politely suggested that perhaps Vicolene could continue to stay in the household a while longer, and his mother politely stated that perhaps she could, but that was not what was going to happen.
The pair got much more regularly intimate with one another in the two weeks they had together than they had before, and likely would have violated chastity were it not for my intervention. If they noticed that Ylantar had a tendency to feel enervated whenever they approach the act of sex proper, they did not comment upon it.
Soon enough, though, Vicolene was headed out to join the army, unable to disobey her mother's employer, particularly after she had received genuine and valuable training. His mother permitted him to continue to train with Wehlor to "ensure continued grasp of the fundamentals"; Aunrae took little offense, perhaps considering it impossible that a commoner could truly improve on Ylantar's sorcery, or perhaps considering it impossible a male could.
Of course, Ylantar did not handle having his source of sexual relief and intimacy taken away from him particularly well.
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