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Road to the magic guild
By: Kawaii_bat
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White haired one
CHAPTER 2 of : Road to the magic guild
BOYS BE WARNED: This Chapter has Shonen ai / Yaoi which means this involves some (mild) yet hints on a male and male relationship and hints of sex between two men.
Yaoi: Guys X Guys going at it. Moon elf and genderless creature turning into man going at it and... yeah just so you know *again* ....
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“Come on , you know you want it.”
He yanked the white haired Arienaï closer to his body and rubed his nose behind one of his three ears.
“ NO !” Dorone struggled against the gold elf as he tried to free himself from Sesh’s grasp. What had started as a simple date had actually turned out as a way to fuck with him.
Sesh did not relent , he contined playing with the back of Dorone’s ears. Which was rumored to be an extreemly erogenous zone for Arienaï. It was . Dorone shook with contained pleasure yet continued to push and hit Sesh. He was too small in frame and build to be able to go against a mature gold elf quessir.
“Please. “ He begged as the elf opened his front shirt revealing his Hoseki ryo no sei* jewel. It was his first time with another humanoïde other then his Hederahoi teacher. He had wanted it to be an wonderful thing. Now he was going to be raped ! The elf passed a hand over his jewel and Dorone felt himself unwillingly turning into a female. He grew breasts and as Sesh was about to explore that new part of his anatomy , someone came from behind and hit the quessir squarely on the head with what seemed to be a large ceramic pot. It broke and the gold elf fell unconscious on top of him. He had a feeling he knew who his savior was
Dorone quickly passed a hand over his jewel , returning into his sexless form. He glanced up to his savior and sure enough it was Cunnin , his Hederahoi.
“First lesson about interspecies intercourse: Gold elves are not the kind of species you want to associate with when it is your first time with another species.” Cunnin droped the handle of the vase that he had hit Sesh with. and sighed.
“You needn’t have had to knock him so hard.” Dorone checked for any damage that might have happened on the gold elf’s head and found none. He placed him with great trouble on the bed in the inn’s room.
“It’s a good thing I’m your hederahoi teacher. Most Hederahoi would not have followed their pupil around on their first coupling with another species.” Cunnin sat down on the chair next to the bed while passing a hand trough his pale gray hair.
“Thank you senseï.” Dorone arranged the elf comfortably on the bed and sighed. “ I am very lucky indeed.”
Cunnin then placed a finger on one of the many rings on his left ear.
“I got this one in a simmilar fashion. Learned very early on from experience that gold elves are arrogant bastards. They care only for themselves and not for others , that includes us Arienaï.
To them we are sex toys.”
Cunnin then looked to Sesh, spraled on the bed. The gold elf had gone way over his head this time. When Jenovra their clan leader ( and not to mention a parent to Dorone) would hear about this , the young quessir would be seriously punnished by the elven Actium.
“I... wanted my first to be special.” Dorone brushed Sesh’s golden locks away from his bronze tan skin.
“If you wanted an elf , why didn’t you try with your cute friend Colonial , he is a real nice moon elf. We have a much better rapport with them then golden ones.
Dorone shrugged then walked with Cunnin to the Makato’s camp base.
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As mentione Jenovra heard about the attempted rape of her youngest child. She had been enraged with the people of Undlam. Calling them irresponsible and had had many hissy fits. His parent had always liked staying in a female form. So she could blame her bad mood on PMSing. Arienaï could not menstrate though.....But what other humanoïds didn’t know didn’t hurt them. Well that was a untrue statement..
Dorone chuckled to himself. Sesh had been ordered to return to Kadgular. Special orders of the High Moon elves consort, which where held higher in rank than the high gold elf consort. He was going to have a hearing in the Actium in a week or so. Dorone would not attend, Arienaï where reknown for their truthfulness and a gold elf could not go agains’t their words , less they wanted to ruin their reputation forever. The actium also had a way to tell if you said the truth or not so he was assured that the sentance was going to be carried. He had specifically forbidden the gold elf’s life to be taken from him and no more then a sentance of 300 years given to him. An Arienaï rape was one of the most horrific things that can be perpetrated in the world, it is a keen to mass murder.
He admited that it was largely also his fault for being inexperienced.
Dorone shook those thoughts and resumed working on Parashe’s hair. Parashe hadn’t cut her hair in a week and now it was 3 and a half feet long. He cut long strands of red hair and sighed. What do you expect from a 7 year old ? Parashe was playing with a doll a young human had given her this morning. It slighlty resembled like her.
“May I go now ?” She begged , watching as the Arienaï where playing with the human children , trying to catch a fleeting butterfly. Dorone was almost finnished and cut the few last strands of hair that was left.
He patted her head and waved towards her friends. She chuckled appreciativelly and kissed him on the cheek. It was fun raising children. He hoped he would have one of his own one day. He cut his own white hair to about shoulder length and picked the 4 feet worth of hair and put it in a basket with the hair of all the other Arienaï. Already vegetation had started to grow around the basket because of the properties of the hair and he took a few moments to take the plants from around the basket and plant them somewhere else.
Cunnin had come back from a long day at a brothel and seemed exhausted. Even the best of Arienaï had limits and could get tierd after a while. He mused. He helped his hederahoi to his tent and assured him he would look after his children for a while more while he rested.
Cunnin nodded appreciativelly. And Dorone walked towards a great rock near the pond where the children had apparently chosen to play in and sat on it . He thought back about his past few days at Threetolam’s Undlam section. Everyone including the red haired Arienaïs had been excited to arrive. Their first visit to a human village from this particular Makato tribe in 10 years. Cunnin had set his eyes on a lone male high elf , apparently he was an old aquaintance. His teacher had been sure his former lover would be there. He was. Had been all along for the past 25 years.
Dorone grunted. He felt really uncomfortable with the high elf. More so when he thought about his hederahoi producing another child with him. It unnerved him......it.....He was jealous. Yes ! Jealous that the high elf would be so memorable to his bed mate that he wouldn’t forget about him , even in 25 years.
God ! he was acting like a black haired Arienaï ! All posessive and everything! He shook his head and watched as the children played in the river , trying to catch fleeting tadpoles while a black haired Arienaï sat near a treen scribling signs in the dirt while watching the others play.
He remembered a time when he was like that child. He hadn’t had many children friends when he was young. During the Rimnaran he had always been chosen as the youngest of the tribe. On his 3rd Rimnaran they had decided to find another tribe. By the time there where more children , he was to old to play with any of them.
He picked a stone and threw it in the water. Watching the ripples silently. Raising his knees he reflected on his feelings and fell deep in though.
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When he came back to reality it was dark. A beautifull atmosphere reigned on the pond. Fireflies skimmed it’s surface as the moon seemed like it was playing with the ripples in the water. The cool night breeze blew his white hair and he smelled it’s fresh aroma. He had always been a romantic at heart. This night , that he had not realized had crept on him was absolutly the most beautifull he had ever witnessed in his adolescent life. He heard the sounds of Arienaï love making to his right side. The sleeping tents and the tents in which some where participating in “activities” had been placed strategically apart from each other.
Dorone sighed saddly. Another night , alone in his tent. but he smilled slightly ....
