The Traveler: Part 1

Chapter 21

Avallac'h came with a few succinct groans. Maondine remained on top, allowing him to linger in her until his member grew soft. She knew it pleased him. She gave him a sharp squeeze of her pelvic muscles causing him to gasp and convulse underneath her. The sage removed his hands from her hips, allowing the she-elf to slide off him. She lay at his side, snuggling her head into his shoulder.

As she did after every sexual interaction with him, she smiled proudly knowing she had achieved becoming the companion of the great sage Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha and had remained as such since the death of his beloved Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal. It was a position highly coveted by her peers.

Maondine came from the class of the G'ymar amongst the Aen Elle. A sort of courtesan--as best as could be translated in the Common tongue--meant to tend to the emotional and sexual needs of the elite. When controlled breeding became the accepted norm among the Alder Folk, companionship possibly combined with love became in most cases separated from procreation. Elves lacking any perceptively useful skills, apart from being socially intelligent, chose to serve the upper echelons of society as a way to better their station and further the development of the Aen Elle as they would not be considered suitable to breed anyways.

The straw-blonde she-elf enjoyed the feeling of Avallac'h's seed spilling out from between her thighs. The possibility of a quickening in her womb was of no concern, since she had been voluntarily sterilized many years ago as was necessary for all from her strata so as to permit her to have unfettered sexual relations. At this point, however, it would not have mattered since no native of the Aen Elle had been blessed with a child in over 300 years despite many attempts.

Avallac'h placed his hand on his chest and tapped his breast bone as he often did after sex. It was usually at this time that he would talk loquaciously, unlike his most often reserved manner. Maondine rarely attempted to prompt him and only seldom and selectively asked questions, as the sage was prone to reveal only information that he wished. This was her skill, and indeed she was very good at it. She was privy to sides of him that few others saw. Him having confided in her many private emotions was proof of this. There were those who had tried to use this fact to gain knowledge about the sage, but among many things, Crevan Espane valued his privacy, which was why Maondine rarely betrayed her hard-won secrets.

Tonight though, the sage was silent. Ever since his last visit to the Continent he was less prone to talk and his sexual appetite was heightened. She wondered what business he had had there, but knew better than to ask. Something was certainly occupying his thoughts.

Like many of the rooms in Avallac'h's villa which was located on the edge of the Solar district of Tir ná Lia, the bedroom was open to the gardens allowing ivy, whose leaves were kissed with a burnt-orange glow to grow, along the walls and ceiling. The air was halcyon despite the lack of barrier from any breeze. Avallac'h lie there relaxed, yet still felt peculiarly unfulfilled. Something is coming.

He had the recurring dream again the night before so it was no surprise to him, lying there post-coitus as he was, when he felt the ripples through time and space. The Elder Blood. Zirael. 'Thrice shall the Elder Blood call.' His eyes widened slightly and he got up without a word.

He moved to an empty pool made of marble in the corner of the room. Where the tub ended and the floor began was indistinguishable as the bathing receptacle had been molded with magic as apposed to blocks of stone being cute and laid. The sage held out his hand speaking the appropriate words and summoned water from the bottom swirling up like a small hurricane as it filled the pool. Maondine could tell he had commanded the water to be extremely hot due to the steam that was now blocking her view of his backside. Scalding was how he preferred to bathe. Before entering, he rubbed his entire body with a restoration oil smelling of lauraceae and then slowly walked in. By the time Maondine had emerged from the challis bed sheets and wrapped herself in an icterine-colored robe, Avallac'h had finished bathing and was now magically fully clothed.