Page 49 of Fallen: Darkness Ascending, Vol.1

Thumbs parted the cheeks of her backside, a tongue darting in to taste her sex as someone’s nose and chin squished against her skin. Uradri lifted her head, swallowing to clear her throat and draw in full breath.

“Oh!” She glanced over her shoulder to see a redhead grown bold. “Yeinri!”

The huntress’s tongue slid up from her labia to her pink pucker, drawing slick circles as the Sovereign swallowed a yelp of glee. Her sex swelled to aching much like Oros had in her hands.

“Yeinri—!”

A brown hand gently covered her mouth.

“ Shhh, Pennilil ,” cooed Petrik in her ear. “ Voices carry .”

Wrapping his other arm beneath her pits, the muscular hunt brother coaxed her onto Oros’s chest as he rolled onto his back to embrace her.

Yeinri giggled as she and Petrik set Uradri in place: straddling their hunt leader, belly-to-belly and breasts to chest. Then the youth dove in to feast on the pale elder’s rose-red folds.

“ Oh, yessss …”

Face flushed, Uradri met Oros with an intense stare, sure her golden-brown eyes sparkled like his dark ones. A second hunt brother kneeled close to their heads, and the two broke gazes to look up at Jagyur, a wild ginger-hair with skin just a shade lighter than a full Davrin.

He grinned, offering his erection in one hand, asking without words. Uradri and Oros both stretched necks to lick and nibble on him while the two at her rear enjoyed how wet they could make their newest companion before Oros grew turgid again.

Uradri grunted around the dark cock in her mouth as Yeinri then Petrik—then both—used eager hands to spread her wide, aiming Oros’s revived erection between her legs. They pressed her into a squat to engulf him.

“Gods…!”

The hunt leader rammed his hips against her, his eyes rolling up as her scalding body clamped down. Uradri whimpered in delirious lust as Jagyur shifted positions, straddling Oros’s head so he could grab her hair with one hand, feeding her the full length of his member straight on.

“ Mmph! ”

She drooled, rocking her hips as Yeinri roughly massaged her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading her to give the best view of their joining… or so Uradri thought.

Until the second cock started pushing to join the same place with Oros.

Oh, gods, yes!!

Petrik humped her, careful but persistent, stretching her to the limit inside with Oros.

Once her taut, sopping hole contained both brothers, they stroked against each other while the third enjoyed her mouth and yielding throat.

Oros used his tongue to bathe Jagyur’s sack from below, the trust between them so clear, she wanted to faint.

Ecstasy!

On knees and palms, she held herself in place, luxuriating in the sensual rutting of her body at both ends.

Jagyur, with the best of views, spilled down her throat first. Almost at once, Petrik grunted, pressing firmly against her ass as he bathed all three of them in his offering, her overstuffed hole squeezing out half before he withdrew.

“Here, here, wait.”

Yeinri’s talented fingers and tongue moved in, preparing Uradri’s pink netherhole, leaving her slick and relaxed before yielding ground to the patient Belic.

“Go deep, big bear,” the young female encouraged.

The Sovereign’s heart raced as she held still, maintaining her welcoming position as one of the objectively largest males positioned himself to penetrate her next.

Belic took his time, and Oros was there to kiss her, to hold her, sweating and trembling together as the fourth male claimed her ass in short, burrowing strokes, pushing as far into her body as he could go.

Oh, gods!

The moment arrived when she felt his crisp, reddish-brown thatch pressed to the cleft of her cheeks, a brute cock impaling her guts. Oros was still nestled in deep and plump by himself in her cunt.

Pure, holy bliss.

Oros maintained his erection inside her, moving little as Belic pounded her back hole with confidence she hadn’t experienced in a while. Uradri whined in euphoric awe, mouth sagging as she took the vigorous pace.

Meanwhile, her hunt leader played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. Arching her back, she both displayed her breasts to graceful hands and allowed the bull cock that tiny bit deeper.

“ Uunngh! Oros! Belic?—!”

Petrik covered her mouth again, forcing Uradri to gasp desperately through her nose as each hunter climaxed within an instant of each other.

Her ears soaked in their twin grunts and galloping heartbeats, her skin the rush of heat crashing upon her like a wave to feel their cum.

Light burst behind her eyes, and she screamed in joy, grateful for the firm muzzling as she could not hold it back.

When the Sovereign came down to earth and Belic was steadily drawing out, she realized all around her was not slowing breath and afterglow. With her hunters hanging their heads and Oros on the verge of sleep, Uradri peered around the dim-lit cave.

The other ten hunters had gathered in clusters of three and four, mounting and rutting each other for release, even trading partners.

Even her curious and eager redhead, Yeinri, had centered herself on all fours for Jagyur and another male to have their second burst of pleasure, helping her in turn to writhe in the peak of orgasm.

Uradri stared, admiring them, tears of elation filling her eyes. The Wild Elves were so open with each other. So free .

Much like on our island… Long ago.

With herself and her Trinity, with the survivors…

And Indrath.

“ Mrrmm! ” she complained, one hand clutching at a pain in her temple.

“Pennilil?” Oros asked, breathless, his hands tightening. “Are you well?”

She breathed in through her nose, smiling warmly. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

She kissed his mouth before settling her cheek against his chest, tasting semen and relishing how more of it oozed out of throbbing orifices.

“I love you,” she whispered, “so much.”

And slipped into restful reverie.

The Wilder—this group of them—spent most of their years moving along a spine of jagged rocks, the landscape marking a harsh scar in a remote part of the Red Desert.

Hidden springs and small, fertile valleys helped to sustain them, places easily missed by traders for being off the main caravan routes .

The Elves depended on these spots, well-cared for and defended by the best of Druids. Magic helped them flourish while turning away the avaricious gaze.

They must only take what they need, lest they lose it all.

Uradri wept with joy to meet the tribe’s leaders, to count more than two hundred earth-shade Elves living together. Their numbers included a healthy ratio of very young ones, the balance sustainable and well above where she had begun on that barren island.

Not just survived, my children, she sang in her mind. You have thrived!

“And you said you are not the only ones?” she asked the guiding siblings. “How many of you are there?”

Twilight fell as they waited for the moons to rise for the celebration of Oros and his hunters.

“Complicated.” Kaju the brother was quite dark-skinned with sunny blond hair and green eyes, an incredible mix of Naulor and Davrin as Uradri could imagine. “There are seven tribes in the deep wilderness besides us, but that’s not all of us.”

“That many! Tell me more.”

Kaju looked at his tawny-eyed, all-mahogany sister to explain.

“Some Wilder choose to live in the villages and cities with the Davrin,” Cessir began, speaking with hypnotic hands alongside her words. “Others are traders or soldiers joining in the army of Valsharess.”

Uradri was aghast. “An army!”

The siblings shrugged together, the brother speaking. “Few raised with our tribes of eight choose to leave, but many are born in places where we never meet. We do not know why they stay and cannot judge them for it.”

She cleared her throat, tamping down her horror. “Of course. Yes. Um?—”

“If we may ask, Pennilil,” Cessir interjected gently. “How did one of the Nalari come to follow centuries later? ”

“Huh? Uh.” Uradri touched her lips, trying to recall. How many centuries? “I… I had a different purpose. I had to leave.”

This clearly concerned the siblings.

“I’m sorry, uhm.” She shifted her hips, rubbing one leg. “Could you share your tale of the Nalari with me? It has been a very long time and my memory blurs with too much time alone.”

They nodded as if they might understand. Oros and some of the others had come by to share food and drink, taking a break from the fire dance to sit and listen. Uradri felt better having her lovers nearby; she felt to be less of an outsider.

“Very well,” Cessir accepted. “We go back three generations, to my grandparents, the first children born outside the realm of the Pale Queen.”

“Oh, that’s not so long ago!” Uradri exclaimed happily.

The young siblings smirked, bemused but tolerant even as she continued.

“Wait, where are your grandparents?” she asked. “Have they passed so soon?”

The Wilder around her all shook their heads.

“We are the youngest,” Oros said, his red-brown skin shining like forged metal in the light of the bonfires. “We learn the Desert to this day. Our elders suggested the younger tribes discover on our own without those most settled obscuring our path.”

Cessir nodded. “They are within reach to help if we need them. We are eight tribes now but began as three. Not even our parents are here.”

The Sovereign clasped her hands. “How wonderous! Your elders are most wise!”

The conversation lulled as they exchanged looks and smiles, passed around drink skins, until Uradri gasped in recollection.

“The Nalari!” she prompted. “Tell me what became of them that I find their children here.”

“Ah, yes.” The guiding siblings got comfortable as the sister picked up her thread. “You must know about the Sorcerer-General already, yes?”

Uradri frowned. “Who?”

Kaju frowned back. “The Zauyrian Human who married the Valsharess. Some call him the Godblood.”