42 Epilogue: Uanor

Uanor kissed the swell of Ivriniel's belly and laughed in glee at the growth of their third bastard child in ten years. Truly their love was the gift that kept giving.

"Now that the fun is over, tell me what you've been doing since you last came." the Princess of Dol Amroth questioned as she stroked her enormous lover's black wavy hair.

"Hmmm… I've been organizing the Merfolk into a proper undersea kingdom… and settled the succession of Rohan with the breaking of the line of kings." Uanor hummed his answer.

Ivriniel took hold of his sensitive pointed ears and gave a threatening squeeze, "Off making new princesses to woo, eh lover."

Uanor stilled in her hand, and considered his response. Like everyone else in the world except those who partook directly in the blood of Tulkas, Ivriniel's strength and size grew continuously, and the once waifish woman now looked like a proper Princess of Power. The Wonder Woman type, as his father so often called it.

As such the Black Elf found himself in quite the predicament, but then he remembered the wise words of his father.

'I'm not afraid of anything! Not even telling the truth!'

And so he did.

"YEEEEOOOOWWW!" Uanor screamed as his baby momma tweaked his ears with bad intentions.

And that is when Uanor learned to lie, because some people don't have the natural swag to pull off the kind of bullshit his father does forthrightly. Some people have to be sneaky about it.

And some people need to learn not to scream when on a stealth mission.

The Swan Knights posted outside of Princess Ivriniel's room burst through the door swords drawn, and Uanor stood before them with only the glistening juices of coitus adorning his cock as a covering.

"Gentlemen. I am unarmed." He informed them with hands on hips, "And if you surrender now I will kindly tell all who will listen that today is the day you almost caught Prince Uanor of Mordor."

He delivered that line with such confidence that the pair considered it, but when the wroth form of Ivriniel's father came through the door followed by her three brothers screaming, "YOU!" the Black Elf did the sensible thing and dove right out the window.

"Head first!" shouted Prince Imrahil as his armored boots crunched over the shattered glass, "Why?"

The Prince watched Uanor's form hit the canopy of a nearby tree then emerge unscathed a moment later on the ground.

"Cut down that tree!" shouted his angry father, "And burn it!"

The furious man looked about the room and then at the window sill as if it betrayed him.

"Bars!" he ordered, "Bar the window! Never again!"

Ivriniel got up from her bed and poured herself a glass of cold milk, completely unconcerned about her nakedness.

"The harder you make it for him to come the harder he'll cum when he gets in." she mocked the leader of the city, "Uanor loves a challenge."

"Does he now, whore?" their father sneered, causing his son's to hang their heads in shame at his words, "If he loved a challenge, why is he with a whore who spreads her legs easier than butter. Cheaper too."

Ivriniel finished her milk and smirked as she put the glass down, "He knows where he has to go to get the good pussy."

The Prince of Dol Amroth roared in anger and stomped away like a child throwing a tantrum, and his sons followed after him.

"Damn that was hot." Imrahil overheard one of the guards whisper to the other.

Imrahil stopped for a moment and considered ending the man, but mercy stayed his hand for unlike his sister Imrahil would rather hear the truth than pleasant lies. But then he caught the man looking back as his sister bent over to pick up her silk robe and he knew in his heart that this man must die.

For nobody gets to peep game at his sister like that and gets to live without surviving a dive out of a seventh story window.

Nobody.

And that was when that guy learned that Swan Knights can't fly like their namesake, and they also can't take a fall like an Elf either.