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Tara:
I grip his hair and squirm and arch my back and moan as I feel his tongue lick between my pussy lips and over my clit, my whole body is trembling and my olive skin is glazed not just in moon oil but sweat, I look up at the mirror above me, seeing his elegant, toned and muscular body, his slightly darker olive skin is also glazed in moon oil and my squirt juices, and the white silk sheets have a large area of wetness around us, I cry out "aah Reza aah" as he makes me squirt for him for, I am not sure how many times. My now weak legs try to squirm and push him away but I feel his hands on my hips easily hold me where he wants me and he does not stop, my trembling fingers grab his black hair more firmly, as I hold on to him as if I would fly away without doing so. I gaze into my agape pupils with the violet iris rings, my black hair clings around my body. "Please mmm, aaah, let me pleasure you oooh too. I have aaah new potion for us to ooh try."
I see and feel him tense a bit, and he gives me a slow kiss on my pussy lips and then pulls away and I feel his hot breath on me and he crawls over me and kisses my trembling lips. His dark brown irises and pupils look at me with so much love but also sadness. As he breaks the kiss he says "anything for you my love" he then gently grabs me with his strong arms and turns us over in bed so I end up on top of him. I feel his soft cock and balls against my dripping wet pussy lips and I reach over to grab the vial that rests next to the pillow and pull the stopper and I gaze into his eyes and he opens his mouth for me and I pour it into his mouth and kiss him, I taste the intense bitter, heat and floral tones, and as he swallows his body gets hotter under me and I rub my pussy over his cock, and he groans. I remember what the priestess healer at the temple of love said, to use my lips to gently slowly pleasure him to help him get hard, I have tried that before of course, but it has never worked, but I can feel his cock and balls be hot against my pussy lips, so I feel renewed hope. I crawl down his body and gently spread his legs and gazing at him with love, lust and need I start to gently kiss and lick his hot balls and he groans, it hurts me to hear the mixture of pain, frustration yet there is some pleasure there too. My eyes glaze with tears, I worry that I am hurting him, if not physically, perhaps emotionally, as I remind him of that he has never had an erection or orgasm, that he has been unable to give me children.
He gently takes my head into his hands and starts to caress my pointy ears, soothing and pleasuring ear massage, he is trying to distract me from the pain and frustration, I can however feel his fingers tremble, I moan into his balls and start to kiss and lick on his completely flaccid tiny cock, I assume he is what the priestess calls a grower, and I gently suck on his cock, licking his foreskin back in my mouth to let my tongue work over his exposed cocks head, he groans and moans, he has told me that he does feel some pleasure from when I do this, I gently move my ring and index finger up to rub over his anus and he briefly tenses up but then relaxes, he knows I have read a lot about how to help men get erect, and that massaging the right spots inside his ass may help that, and also it too gives him a kind of pleasure, but I also see him feel ashamed of that pleasure, his groans and moans turn a little bit more toward pleasure, I feel his soft cock weep precum into my mouth, the clear variety, without any seed, I know since I have milked him and had him pour that into me many times and I tried to open my egg for him, but the protective heat told me there were no sperm to use and did not open my egg for him.
I moan into him and listen to his groans and moans, making love to him this way for hours, until I feel the heat from the potion wear off, and he starts to cry, trying not to, and he did not get even slightly more erect for me, I push really hard to try not to let the bad voices in my head make me cry, but I feel really inadequate, if I was a desirable woman, who he really loves, then he would get erect and make love to me as a man, or so that voice says, I know he loves me, I have pushed him to have other beautiful women with us, to try to help him get erect and even men, but none make him erect, so I know it is not a fault with me, but emotionally it still hurts, he also said that he would be alright with me having another man impregnate me, so I can have children, as he does not want to rob me of that, but I don't want that, I want to have his children, not some other man's children.
I crawl up and lay on top of him and kiss him and reach up to give him soothing and pleasurable caresses on his pointy ears and I softly sing to him, my song of love and he holds me in his arms before he drifts into sleep. I watch him sleep for a long while before I get up from bed and cover him in a blanket before I take the empty vial and stopper and frown at them, the priestess said that it has cured even men with injured cocks, even crushed balls, and that only very powerful dark magic could stop it from working.
I grab my pink silk robe and wrap it around me and walk out on the balcony and I look up at the shattered moon, sparkling in the harsh light of the dance of dark star and white star, coming from the day side of our world. I remember when I was young, watching the forest and ocean on the moon and the sparkling light from the star elf towers, before the cataclysm.
Reza's father led the rebellion against the star elves and against magic itself, as he defeated and captured their sorceress queen Natira his agents struck at many of the nexuses of magical power and the whole world shook and nearly disintegrated, the moon was less lucky. I am glad his father died shortly after capturing her. Magic almost died that night, and many of us lost our magic, I can use some weak magic every once in a while, but at most a handful of times per year. I do not blame Reza for what his father did, he was not even born then.
I once again consider Natira, I know where she is held, in a vault in the dungeons below the palace, I have read the secret tome of Aralak, Reza's father, that describes the dungeons, and that hid the key to the vault, I walk over to my dresser and open the magic drawer and grab the key and book, I shrug out of my silk robe and slip into my huntress coverall, and it still fits me like a glove, from toes to fingers and everywhere else. I look at its deep green scaled leather surface, and I collect my cool air dried hair into a hasty bun behind my head and pull the hood over my head, and I watch my reflection fade out, as the magic of the coverall slowly flickers back to life and hides and silences me and I start working my way out of our bedroom and past our many guards.
The dungeon is not safe, and I would have been stopped trying to go there. For my protection. The journey is rather uneventful, as I know how to avoid all traps on the way, and know where all the secret doors are, soon enough I stand before the vault door.
The vault door is made from a dark metal that makes me feel sick to just get close to, I feel the tiny amount of magic in me being sucked into it, as I walk closer the dark metal turns half clear and I see the inside.
I see a naked star elf, cuffed and collared, forced to stand legs and arms spread by a ring of the same material the vault is made of, screaming and squirming in agony as her flesh repeatedly is burning away and regenerating, there are several flaring blue anti magic crystals in the chamber and the whole thing is bursting with anti life and anti magic from burning her flesh, I quickly move to the lock and controls sliding in the key and entering the combination to unlock the controls, I then have the shrouds close around the anti magic crystals, and the intense light inside the chamber fades to almost complete darkness, I can still see her as she goes completely still, hanging by her cuffs and I see her flesh fully regenerate, she is breathing heavily, shivering and trembling, I open the vault door.