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  “Lilly told me one of you was coming,” Jon said as he sat up.

  “Does it frighten you?” Syndra asked with her white smile.

  “Should it?” Jon said as he found his gaze lingering.

  Syndra regarded the man in bed for a moment before moving to the wall and leaning her staff against it. Jon looked down, his gaze catching her firm ass and his body getting warm.

  The shadow elf turned and stepped closer, red eyes glowing in the dark. “The spirits have told me much about you. They enjoy your light and sometimes fight about who can stay by you for periods at a time.”

  “I don’t feel any spirits,” Jon smiled.

  Syndra’s red gaze drifted along Jon’s fit shoulders. “You are a giver, a beacon across the veil. You’re not meant to feel or sense them. You are meant to comfort those who no longer have their light.”

  “They must get an eyeful,” Jon said and immediately felt embarrassed.

  Syndra caught the expression, “Nothing they haven’t done or watched in their living lives. Ancestors never judge your primal needs. They judge your actions, watching if they are for the light or the darkness.”

  The shadow elf sat on the edge of the bed, her intense gaze softening and looking away. “They do tell me about your favorite porn movies. They tell me which ones you like the most and watch often.”

  Jon leaned back and looked up to the ceiling, “If I have a lot of spirits here, you’re going to have to pay rent.”

  Syndra raised an eyebrow.

  Jon laughed. “I’m just having fun. I mean, you can talk to spirits and they told you what I do when I watch porn. Seems like you have an unfair advantage over me. I don’t know anything about you.”

  Syndra looked down. “I was a wanderer, searching for a new home, like the rest of my people.”

  Jon shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of it. I’m just a little weirded out by this.”

  The shadow elf continued, “I hopped from island to island, being chased away because the empire decided my people were not worth the same as those who dwell in the sun.

  “A tribe on one island captured me and tied me to a pole. They placed thick wood at my feet and spilled oil on it.”

  Jon sat up straighter, watching the wet gleam in Syndra’s eyes.

  “I was ready to meet my ancestors, telling myself I would not scream, no matter how painful it would be. I would keep my pride as they burned me.”

  Syndra’s smile returned as a memory cascaded over her thoughts. “From a hut, a drunken Captain stumbled out. She was half dressed, a jug in one hand and a pistol in the other. She shouted at the tribe as they gathered around me, ready to burn me to ash. She was belligerent, shouting in six different languages, none of them the same as the island people’s language.”

  Red eyes turned to Jon’s attentive gaze. “Lilly fired her pistol over their heads. They understand enough to run. She sauntered over as she reloaded. She drank deeply from her jug before tossing it to the sand. She untied me and pointed to her ship at the small dock. She only had one request.

  “She only wanted me to help keep her balance as we were leaving,” Syndra smiled.

  Jon drank in the words, his own small smile forming.

  “Lilly didn’t have a reason in the world to save me that evening. She did it because it was the good thing to do. I will forever be in her debt.”

  “Sounds like you were meant to meet,” Jon said softly.

  Syndra nodded. “It is why I will protect her and our family with my life.”

  Jon watched as the shadow elf stood up and looked down on him with determination.

  “That is why I must know what lurks in your soul. You cannot hide your power or intentions if I taste you. Undress,” the shadow elf ordered.

  Jon hesitated. “Do we…” He began.

  Syndra’s eyes flashed with mystical, crimson power. “I said undress!”

  The shadow elf’s hands were up, fingers curling. Invisible energy poured into the room as arcane words fell from her dark lips. Jon looked up as he backed away. His back touched the headboard before many invisible tendrils took hold of his sleeping clothes and pulled. Fabric tore, the T-shirt flying across the room in one direction and the sleeping short flying in another. Naked, Jon looked to the shadow elf with wide eyes as her eyes returned to normal.

  Syndra lifted a hand and hooked a finger into a strap along her shoulder. She pulled it down in a fluid motion. Her other hand did the same. The sheer fabric fell to her waist, her breasts defying gravity as her black nipples pointed. Thumbs dug into her waist, the simple outfit falling to her ankles and then she stepped out of it.

  Jon was mesmerized, seeing the sea witch’s nubile form. Her thick thighs moved as she slipped into bed, a tuft of white hair right above her valley. Inviting thighs moved before she was on all fours and crawling into bed. Her plump breasts hung, but her eyes glowed with undeniable desire. She looked down and saw Jon’s cock rising up like the dead from a grave.

  “The spirits told me you were blessed,” Syndra smirked.

  “Can we not talk about the spirits,” Jon said as his cock hardened like stone.

  “Shall I moan like those women in your movies?”

  Jon barked out a laugh. “No. No. I think we should just let it be natural. You’re beautiful and I don’t think I have much choice in this situation.”

  Syndra hesitated, drinking in Jon’s form. “You’re right, you don’t have a choice.”

  “What if I’m not to your liking? What if I don’t taste as you expect?”

  “We leave and you will never see us again,” Syndra said as she reached over and took hold of his standing member.

  Bliss flared as Jon sat, Syndra’s warm touch causing his cock to thicken. He made no move to stop her, the shadow elf’s slow strokes igniting his very spirit.

  “You don’t have to do anything. I just need a taste,” Syndra said with a sultry whisper.

  Jon lifted his hand and ran his fingers against her cheek. Red eyes looked to him as fingers smoothed over her flesh. The elf gasped as Jon explored her dark skin.

  “You… don’t… have to do this,” Syndra shuddered.

  “When you taste, do they enjoy the moment with you?”

  Syndra’s normally hawkish gaze softened as he touched her neck. “They… like when I drink but they do nothing.”

  Syndra upped the tempo, trying to distract Jon, but his hand lingered. His fingers ran along her erect nipples, cupping one of her breasts for a moment before lifting his hand and running a single digit along her pointed ear.

  “Goddess…” Syndra whispered as she shuddered again.

  “Yes, you are,” Jon smiled.

  Heat filled the shadow elf’s face. She stared as she stroked him, his words speaking a deeper truth she never wanted to admit to. Lips parting, she sank down between his legs and wrapped her mouth around the tip of his throbbing cock. Jon sat back, but didn’t let go of her ear, massaging it gently as her tongue slathered against his shaft. Muffled moans rose up as Syndra sucked with power.

  “We don’t have to rush,” Jon’s darker impulses rising up.

  Syndra whimpered as wet inches appeared and disappeared between her lips. The connection blazed bright and Jon found it hard to think. His mind falling into its primal state, he wanted nothing more than to keep this moment for as long as he could. Avoiding people for so long, it contrasted against what was happening. Syndra’s hand stroked him as she suckled on the tip. Her head, neck, and hand moved with practiced ease, but the moans were deep, like her very spirit needed him. Wet sounds blended with small moans, but the heat between them burned into a fiery blaze.

  “I will taste you,” Jon said before he could even think of stopping himself.

  Syndra pulled his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. “You… don’t have to. You…”

  “I want to,” Jon said as he ran the back of his fingers along her cheek.

>   A scent drifted up and Jon took a deep inhale. “You smell intoxicating.”

  Syndra’s eyes widened a hair before she licked his cock back into her mouth and sucked while looking up at him. The mood glowed as Jon’s darker side stepped into the light. His cock thickened and it caused Syndra’s moans to spill between her lips and his cock. The tempo rose as she slathered like a wild animal against him.

  Jon was transfixed, watching the beautiful shadow elf lick and suck along his cock. Nagging thoughts churned, needs pushing him to take her and feed his soul to her. It danced in his eyes as Syndra closed her eyes and moaned to a taste of pre-come.

  “I want to taste you, now,” Jon said with a hard edge.

  Syndra ignored him, pressing her tongue under his shaft and squeezing it against the roof of her mouth. Pleasure bloomed, but Jon could not be denied. His hands took hold of the shadow elf’s shoulders and pushed. Syndra sat up, her eyes wide as one of her hands snaked between her supple thighs. Fingers danced as the inner flame burned bright.

  Jon slid down until he was laying on his back. Syndra watched, her fingers touching her clit and rubbing it for dear life.

  “We will taste each other and judge,” Jon commanded.

  Syndra was up onto her knees without hesitation. Turning, she lifted her leg over Jon’s face, her elfhood right above his face. Jon stared, the witch’s pink line was wet and dripping. It bloomed, a drop landing on Jon’s lips and he licked with desire. Jon lifted his hands, grabbing her firm ass and spreading her dark cheeks. He marveled at her beauty before she lowered herself onto his mouth, his tongue snaking out.

  Syndra let out a low, hissing moan as she stroked Jon’s cock. A wiggling tongue slathered at her clit and her hips moved to it. Cheeks spread, she felt exposed and vulnerable. The feelings fell away as she settled on him, his mouth and tongue licking and sucking her pearl.

  “Jon…” Syndra whispered before her mouth devoured his cock.

  The couple were caught in spiraling ecstasy. Wetness spilled into Jon’s mouth as meaty inches thickened in Syndra’s mouth. The elf and man moaned, the vibrations adding to the sensual symphony. Tongues moved with lustful desire as their spirits cried out for release.

  Their inner dams began to crack. Jon felt like his cock was as rigid as steel. Wetness spilled from the shadow elf and Jon thought he would drown. Unable to stop the symphony, he carried on, needing more and more.

  Syndra’s body tingled. Heat burst from her body as nerves tightened to the breaking point. She moaned her need for his seed, not just to understand him, but to bask in it. Faint memories rushed in, her on her knees and tasting lovers for Lilly. Their corruption, greed, or evil always gave them away. She would swallow, but yearned for a bright soul to taste. Bliss danced as she moved her hips to his mouth, unable to turn off the tide of pleasure. A faint hope rose up, ready to show her that not all men and women were selfish, uncaring souls.

  Syndra’s lips sank down as her body trembled. Jon licked at her clit like his life depended on it. When their souls touched, energy flashed. Nerves reached the breaking point. Muffled moans rose up, killing the silence.

  Jon slathered at her clit before a deluge of wetness splashed onto his mouth, cheeks, and chin. Gulping it down, he never stopped his attack, licking her clit into submission. Her hips grounded into his mouth as her moans grew louder. The shadow elf trembled as shockwaves and magical explosions rippled along her senses.

  Syndra was lost to the mystical bliss, Jon’s cock deep in her mouth. It touched the back of her throat as she sucked, floating on a cloud of paradise. It was delightfully sweet and extremely powerful, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. His cock thickening in her mouth, she didn’t open her eyes as a spurt of come struck the back of her throat. Pulling back slightly, but keeping the throbbing member in her mouth, another spurt of seed painted her throat and she drank it down.

  Whispers and images flooded her mind, body, and soul. It crashed into her like a tidal wave and she wanted to drown in it. A drop of his soul swam into her heart and rubbed against it before it kissed her. Syndra floated in a dreamscape, reaching into her chest and taking hold of the drop. Opening her palm, she stared as the drop grew larger. Wings sprouted and spread out. A dragon head formed and rose up. A body and tail grew until a small golden dragon sat in her palm.

  Syndra stared as the little dragon leapt up and flapped its wings. The witch watched as it hovered before her face, moving closer and kissing her.

  The dreamscape swirled back into reality, Syndra sitting up. Pleasure crawled up her body as she looked down, riding Jon’s face. Lost time filled her mind as she didn’t remember changing her position. A second later, a string of orgasms rocked her soul. Upper body falling forward, she heaved as bliss cascaded over her.

  Jon continued with closed eyes, enjoying every drop from the shadow elf.

  “Your… soul,” Syndra hissed as she pulled away.

  Jon looked up, his lower face drenched. He watched as the shadow elf slid down his body, took hold of his cock and slowly impaled herself on him. Syndra’s body moved with urgent need, sinking down to the base and rising on his still hard cock.

  “Did I pass?” Jon asked with curious eyes.

  Syndra moved on him, enjoying the curling swirls as his cock showed no signs of wilting. “I have to… dwell on this.”

  Jon lifted himself up onto his elbows, looking up at the beautiful elf. “What can I do to help?”

  “Just stay hard and let me think. It may take hours,” Syndra whispered as she bobbed on him, hips moving with caged power.

  “Will you need another taste?” Jon asked with a small smirk.

  Syndra opened her eyes and looked down with her own wicked smirk. “We should be sure, shouldn’t we?”

  Jon nodded. “Never can be too careful.”

  Syndra leaned forward, the couple embracing each other as their hips and bodies moved of their own accord in divine bliss.

  ***

  The dark ethereal landscape writhed like a living thing. Black tendrils caressed pale skin as Lilly sat on the ground. Her nude body glowed, barely keeping the darkness at bay. In her hand was a jug of rum. She guzzled it and the tendrils moved in closer.

  “No,” she said simply as she pulled away the jug and wiped her mouth with her forearm.

  The darkness retreated, but only a little bit.

  A light glowed in the distance, getting closer and closer. Lilly looked up, watching the ball of light float to her. Golden wings spread out as a dragon head and wings unfurled. The little golden dragon gave an impish smile as it hovered, not bothering to flap its wings.

  Lilly found herself up and reaching for the little golden dragon. It slipped away, just out of reach, but it continued to look back with a warm smile.

  “Don’t leave,” Lilly called out.

  The golden dragon flew away as the black sky opened up and a shaft of light blinded the elf.

  Her eyes blinked open to the morning sun filtering into the room. Lilly stayed still, only her green eyes moving and taking in her surroundings. Travelling so much, the first few seconds of waking up were always chaotic and confusing. As her eyes drank in her surroundings, she relaxed, knowing she was in the room she fell asleep in.

  The door to her room opened and a shadow slipped in, closing the door behind it. Lilly slowly sat up, blanket falling away to reveal her nude upper body as Syndra approached. The shadow elf held an expression the Captain had never seen before. It dripped of resigned sorrow and wondrous light.

  Lilly’s legs slipped over the edge of the bed as she sat. Elbows on knees, she watched as Syndra approached. The shadow elf was dressed in her cloak and outfit, complete with staff in hand. Syndra reached the bed and sank down to her knees, staff on the floor and the shadows of her hood obscuring part of her face.

  “Tell me,” Lilly asked.

  Syndra looked up, the shadows moving away as she gazed up to her Captain. “He has a serendipitous spirit, one I have n
ever encountered before. It’s powerful and it nearly overwhelmed me.”

  “Is his heart true?”

  The shadow elf nodded. “It is.”

  Syndra’s gaze lowered. “I must apologize. I’m sorry I ever doubted what you experienced. You have known men before, but this one is truly different. His soul is bright and… intoxicating.”

  Lilly smirked. “You have fallen for him.”

  Syndra gave a small nod.

  The sun elf reached over and caressed Syndra’s dark cheek. “The goddesses have watched over us. They have shown us our fate.”

  Syndra’s red eyes widened a hair. “If he is truly our Shullkar, our enemies will multiply. We cannot have the light without the dark.”

  “I’m not scared of the dark,” Lilly said with confidence.

  “It’s not the dark that concerns me. His light will consume us. It will lower our guard and weaken our strength.”

  Lilly ran a finger along Syndra’s pointed ear and the shadow elf shuddered.

  “His light will not weaken us. It will make us stronger.”

  “He has snared my heart. No man has ever snared my heart,” Syndra said with a sad tone.

  “He has snared all of us, just as we have snared him. Despite this, he must still prove himself to us and we will prove ourselves to him. It is all part of the balance,” Lilly smiled.

  “Captain…” Syndra trailed off.

  Lilly touched the shadow elf’s chin and raised her face so their gazes met. “Love him any way you wish. He is becoming part of our family and should be loved as so.”

  Syndra laid her head on Lilly’s lap and nodded. “Yes, Captain.”

  ***

  Jon woke up to the morning brightness. Hand reaching over, he expected Syndra to be right beside him. Finding the rest of the bed was empty, the young man simply lay with his arm out, recounting the night. Images of the shadow elf filled his thoughts, her hunger for him seemingly growing after every orgasm. It had been so long since he touched a woman, he thought he didn’t have it in him to go as long as he did. The surprises continued to show themselves, the amount of times he stayed hard. When she didn’t ride him, she sucked on his cock like she needed it.