Page 9 of Blackwood Milk Farm #7

A Dark Return

The sudden throbbing ache caused Lyn to wake from her dreamy slumber. The elf struggled to sit up, her chest heavy. Sleep’s touch remained on her whole self, as she barely made it up to a sitting position, her legs over the side of the bed and dainty feet touching the cool floor.

The elf moved automatically as she reached for a chest just under her bed. The full ache was there, pressing on her whole being. A memory unfolded of Elara handing over the elixir. Lyn took it without a second thought. She drank the elixir until the potion bottle was empty. When she handed it back to Elara, that was when the explosion of heat surged through her.

The dark-haired elf let out a wet moan before she flopped back onto the bed. There she writhed and asked Elara to stay with her for a time. Elara nodded as she sat on a chair beside the bed.

Lyn continued to writhe as the elixir did its work. She felt the tendrils of life spread out along her nerves. Her breasts swelled slowly. Her entire body glowed with a dreamy fever.

Time lost all meaning as the elf laid in her bed, urges and a spiritual, nurturing touch flowed over her very spirit. When the fever broke, wetness dripped from her full breasts. Her hands touched her now bare chest. When she lifted her hands up, she saw pale milky liquid on her fingers.

Elara had stayed with her the whole time. When Lyn was herself again, the elf showed her fellow sun sister where the chest was, and the curved, open jars to her.

Waking up to a new day, Lyn pulled out the chest and opened it with haste. She saw a jar, snatched it up, and pulled the cork. She held it to her full, leaking breast, she squeezed her breast along the side with her other hand, and creamy milk streamed into the waiting jar.

Elated relief filled the elf and a twitchy smile bloomed.

A sudden warmth filled her, the spirit of the Mother embracing her as she squeezed milk into the jar. It calmed the elf, her gaze now lost to the motherly activity. Muscles relaxed and a trance filled her oval eyes.

Lyn woke up from her trance and found that she had filled two jars a little beyond the half point of each one. It was a lot of milk and she let out a relieved sigh.

The elf stood up, walked over to her closet, and began looking at the many clothes within it. She picked a simple outfit, dressed in dark leggings, and a long shirt. She then picked up the jars and made her way out of her bedroom.

The elf made her way downstairs to an empty common room. She walked briskly through it until she reached the front door.

When the door opened, a cool breeze touched her senses. The elf stepped out onto the porch and set the jars of milk down beside it, just as she was instructed. She then stepped off the porch and into the sunlight.

The morning was warmer than it had been. The glow of sunlight warmed the elf’s skin, and soon her bones.

Lyn turned and walked further along into the estate. She eyed Farmhouse East. There was some activity within, hinted by bodies moving past windows, but the elf didn’t want company at the moment.

Lyn walked, taking in the incredible scents of the farm and surrounding land. The valley’s air was purest she had breathed in a long time. It tickled her entire spirit, and for the first time in a long time, she felt free.

“Well, hello there,” came a voice from the elf’s left.

Lyn whipped her head around with shocked eyes. She thought she was alone, until she spotted Elara, sitting in a small, curious pond.

Elara’s head and neck were just above the pond’s watery surface. She smiled warmly at the startled elf.

“Forgive me for startling you, sun sister,” Elara said.

Lyn’s body relaxed a little, before she turned and walked toward the pond. When she reached the edge, she saw that Elara’s dress was on the nearby grass, and the blonde-haired elf sat naked in the pond. A stone seating was along the edge and Lyn caught a glimpse of fish nibbling on Elara’s toes.

“The water is wonderful in the morning. Asher really thought of everything when he created this pond. It reminds me of the Ponds of Tiny Souls in the Forest District.”

Lyn nodded, knowing the area well enough. Many of the common elves would sit on the edges to many ponds, little fish nibbling at their toes. The tiny souls were the wondrous fish who never feared an elf their entire short lives.

“You really should come in,” Elara said.

Lyn was silent as she looked away.

Elara’s smile dimmed with concern. “Is something amiss?”

Lyn shook her head, and let out a soft sigh.

“Forgive me, dear sun sister. I’ve had a difficult time being around others. Even you, who I feel a deep kinship with.”

Elara gave an understanding nod. She then rose up from the pond waters, and stepped onto the grass. The elf stood in all her naked glory, grabbed her dress, and put it on over her head.

Lyn looked away the moment Elara stood up.

“I’ve read stories of this place. I can also see it is as free as it was mentioned in a black book.”

Elara finished pulling the dress down over her, and turned to the elf, standing on the other side of the small pond.

“It can be whatever you wish it to be. Lord Blackwood is very fair with everyone who lives or visits the farm.”

Lyn turned her gaze back to the blonde elf.

“Elara, I would like to know more about the estate and Lord Blackwood. I have been so puzzled about this place, and seek your knowledge and advice. Tea? This evening?”

Elara bowed slightly to the dark-haired elf.

“I will meet with you at Farmhouse West with a kettle, and some of the more endearing teas of the valley. They are quite spectacular,” Elara said, finding herself speaking like she was back in the Empire.

“Excellent! I look forward to it,” Lyn smiled.

“I’ll be off. I must attend to my shop in town,” Elara said before glancing down at her wet dress clinging to her body. “After I change, of course.”

“Of course,” Lyn smiled, not bothered at all at the beautiful wet elf she felt a kinship too.

***

Asher was on his back as he slowly opened his eyes. Moans dripped into his waking senses as a goblin was on him, riding his morning stiffness.

Asher grinned as he grabbed Blyss by her hips. She moaned louder, her inner world spreading a little more to her lover’s thickening manhood. She threw her head back as he helped her bounce on him with primal needs.

Asher ignored the soreness, his gaze, and hands firmly on the goblin. Her breasts bounced to the heavy pounding of hips. Blackwood lifted his upper body a little and clamped his lips on an erect nipple. This caused Blyss to attempt to slow down, but Asher’s firm grip on her only made her bounce faster. Her lover’s tongue slathering at her sensitive nipple only further ignited her own primal urges. She gasped as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax.

Lord Blackwood pulled away from her nipple to watch the beautiful goblin climax.

Blyss closed her eyes as her nerves were blasted to glass. Her whole body quivered as wetness surged along their union. Magical explosions enveloped her sense of self and she fell into primal pleasure.

Asher continued to move Blyss by her hips as she let out seductive moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as she continued to bounce on her lover’s hips. Her head flopped forward a little, heaving for breath as her body trembled from ecstasy’s touch. Her body warmed as honey dripped and splashed from their connection.

Asher could not hold back his own hungry urges. He slammed Blyss’s hips down on him, his cock deep within her. With a loud groan, his member thickened and thick ropes of seed flooded her tight space once again.

Blyss moved her hips, milking Asher’s cock as his fingers were tight on her flesh. She moaned with his groans, moving on their slick connection, driving out every drop of lust from her lover’s cock.

There was a shift as bodies grew weaker. The goblin fell forward against Asher’s chest, her head turned to the side and huffing air.

Asher hugged the goblin to him as he huffed for air.

Warm, sweaty bodies remained as a shaft of sunlight touched their tent.

“We…should…break down the camp…and return home,” Asher huffed.

Blyss gave a weak nod, but didn’t get up.

Asher held her a little tighter, and kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll break down the camp. You rest,” he said with loving affection.

“Okay,” Blyss whispered.

***

The walk back home felt lighter, at least to Asher. The leaves and trees seemed more vibrant. The path seemed well-worn enough to let his mind wander. And holding Blyss’s hand felt priceless.

The goblin’s eyes were filled with wonderment and delight. She laughed as Asher made a simple stab at something humorous.

Time lost all meaning as they made their way along the path, a happy lightness along their spirits.

“Our clan will only grow stronger!” Blyss said as she let go of Asher’s hand and did a quick cartwheel.

“Yes, it will,” Lord Blackwood grinned.

Blyss stopped her cartwheel when she was standing up, and looked at Asher with bright, yellow eyes.

A thought stabbed into the smiling lord’s mind. “Do you think it took?”

Blyss grinned.

“We will find out,” the goblin laughed.

Asher laughed with her as they walked side by side back home.

It didn’t take as long to get back. Asher spotted the farmhouses through the branches and trees. When they reached the fence, the pair climbed over with little to no effort. They made their way onto the estate, home right before their eyes.

Asher was eager to get back. He was excited to tell the others of their little adventure and speak about the future of their farm, when his smile faded away. It was a little at a time, but his happiness melted further when he saw a dark figure by the entrance to the estate.

The day’s light shadowed their features, but their long-pointed ears were unmistakable. The visitor was male, their long-embroidered robe covering their slender body. Long, white-ish blonde hair covered his head and spilled over his shoulders.

The afternoon light was turning to early evening but the figure didn’t move, a long shadow over their features.

Asher grabbed the straps of his pack, and slid them off. He dropped his pack to the ground before his hand rested on his sheathed, enchanted dagger.

“Blyss, warn the household,” Asher said with a hard whisper.

The goblin dropped her pack on the ground and darted for the main farmhouse, running for the kitchen side door.

Asher approached the front of the estate, taking long strides, but his gaze was fixed on the elf at the gate.

The sun dipped lower in the sky when Asher was ten feet from the gate. He slowed to a halt, hand still resting on his sheathed dagger.

The front door to Farmhouse East opened. Elara, Nyn, Blyss, and Amber stepped out, ready to defend each other and their home. Mystical energy crackled around Elara and Nyn’s hands.

Asher stood with a hard gaze at their visitor.

The elf lifted their head a little, late afternoon light illuminating their stern, sharp features.

“Greetings Asher Blackwood. It’s good to see you again,” Sontar said with a small, wicked smile.