9 "The lust of the priestess."

Only a couple of hours had passed, when I felt the tug of the Geas. I got up and left the tent where I was sleeping too much tightly next to the ranger and the kender.

I was expecting to meet the barbarian woman, who supposedly should be standing guard but instead there was nobody. The fire pit still had enough wood to burn for a long time and the crackle of the flames joined the nocturnal noises of the forest.

But there was a particular noise that caught my attention. It was a series of low moans and gasps that came from the wizard's tent. The flames of the fire generated shadows on the translucent fabric, which allowed two moving figures to be perceived. One was the figure of a woman who was on all fours and the other shadow was of a man taking her from behind.

So there she was. The situation gave a whole new meaning to the term "mount guard". Probably, it was the moans of the barbarian woman being penetrated by the lascivious magician what had stimulated the priestess's lust. Judging by the sound, Belit seemed to be enjoying a lot.

I asked myself why we had not woken up with the noise before and then I understood that the Geas had forced us to sleep soundly. If it had not been for the call of the elven priestess, I would be snoring like the ranger and the kender.

I felt the tug of the geas directing me to the tent of the priestess.

It was strange.

The elf priestess had a dream body, thin, with curves in all the right places, and a golden hair that made her look beautiful and sexy. When I first saw her in the tavern, my body had felt much more stimulated than when I had to make love to Blondie. And when the barbaric woman kissed me, I could not help but think how sorry I was that she was not the blonde.

But now I did not feel the same.

Now that I knew the kind of person the priestess was and how she behaved, I felt such revulsion towards her that I wondered how I was going to convince the lower parts of my body to do the job satisfactorily.

Undoubtedly, having sex with this insidious woman was going to be more difficult than I thought.

But rejecting her now would have thrown all my hard work into the trash so I put a fake smile on my face and pretended I was happy to make love to her. Everything was worth the effort if I had the chance to reach the elf magician through his daughter.

However, once I entered the tent I promptly discovered that my worries turned out to be futile. The elven priestess was too proud to be penetrated by a human, even if she carried the dominant position and the human was one who aroused her low desires.

She explained what she wanted me to do.

So first I had to put a false smile and nod like I was excited with the idea. And then I had to bury my face in her crotch and use my tongue to satisfy her cravings. The priestess was wilder than I expected. Tugging my hair to the point of plucking a few strands of hair. And every time she reached the climax, her legs squeezed my neck until it almost cut my breath.

It was quite difficult to keep the false smile in those conditions. And it took me a long time to made the selfish elf felt satisfied enough. Finally, she let go of my head and I could get away from her. I pull over to her side and watch her.

Her cheeks were flushed and her skin glistening with sweat. She looked tired, which was ironic considering that I had done all the work. I took a deep breath to catch my breath. The smell of musk flooded the tent.

"Do not look at me in that insolent way, slave," the naked priestess ordered me as she slapped me.

Her long nails left furrows on my face. Damn elf. It was not the pain that bothered me but the humiliation. I looked away from her body and reluctantly said what she wanted to hear.

"Yes, Mistress"

"Interesting. You did not lose the smile even when I am using you in this way. It makes me feel powerful to know that despite your apparent enjoyment you are actually hating all this," the smiling elf told me as her long nails left bloody furrows, this time on my back.

This woman, had she discovered me? No, it could not be. I had left enough active Geas runes to made her think I was still trapped like the others. Probably, what happened was that she had a disturbed vision of sex.

Tarnorie did not consider sex a display of intimate affection between two people who loved each other. Neither did she see it as a mutual consent between two people to get a moment of sexual enjoyment. For the priestess it was just another way of asserting her superiority over others.

What a twisted woman! At least, the wizard seemed to provide some pleasure to his partner. The barbarian woman's moans indicated that she enjoyed the encounter. But this elf did not care in the least by the feelings of her occasional partner. My feelings.

The woman laughed and then talked to me with a twisted smile.

"Now I understand why Belerus forces that barbarian woman to go to his tent every night. Using the Geas in this way has its appeal. It really encouraged you to do a good job, my slave. "

Her words confused me. What did she mean by that?

I examined the magic chains of the spell that bound me to the priestess. The will of the elf was transmitted by it. It had not been just a call to her tent. It had also been an order to be attracted to her. So that I would submerge myself in a state of full arousal.

But I had subconsciously blocked her instructions. The runes of the spell that remained inside me did not have enough power to force me to anything. Otherwise, my body would have been ready for action and I would have been attracted to the elf instead of the repulsion I felt.

It was then that I realized the truth. Despite her moans, Belit was not truly enjoying the sexual act but her apparent arousal was a product of the Geas. The magician used the link of the spell to force her body to become aroused in the same way that some sellers of "sugar bread crust" mixed it with wine to take advantage of their unsuspecting female clients.

No, the barbarian had not really enjoyed it. In fact, she probably hated it more than I did. At the very least, my actions had been the result of a personal decision.

But Belit had no control over her own actions. I remembered the look of self-loathing that the muscular woman had shown for a moment after kissing me and felt pity for her. The barbarians valued honour above all else. But there was nothing honorauble in what she had been forced to do.

I extended my senses to the nearby store. An image of Belit's face appeared in my mind. The expression on her face was an obscene grimace of pleasure. But her tearing eyes had the same self-loathing of that time. I sighed.

"You, come here."

The elf's voice interrupted my thoughts as she pointed a finger at me.

"I'm ready to enjoy again." She said as she now pointed to her crotch with the same finger.

However, this time I was not willing to please her. The only reason I could handle it in the first place was because I was determined to get to that elven wizard and his daughter was the fastest way to do it.

But now that I knew what the barbarian female was going through, I could not close my eyes and do nothing about it. The problem was that I was no sure what to do. I had to find some way of distracting the magician and the elf without causing suspicion.

I extended my senses out of the camp. I did not have to go too far to find what I was looking for.

A few kilometers away from us, there was a big pack of wolves. I just had to leave a trail in our direction and put the idea of following it in the alpha wolf. They would not be long in coming here. A little further away there were another pair of creatures that were engaged in a struggle for the supremacy of the territory. I decided to attract them too.

The priestess gave me another slap. The blow with the open palm on the cheek was humiliating but it was not enough to break my concentration. I kept guiding the alpha wolf to the camp and the rest of the wolves came running after him. And a little more behind came the other creatures.

"Why are you not following my orders, slave?"

"Sorry. I seemed to…"

I received a third slap in the face, this time with more strength. A trickle of blood coming from my lower lip slid down the skin of my face. I had to hold back my desire to strike back at her.

"I'm sorry, MISTRESS!," said the arrogant elf, "Do not forget to show due respect to your superiors, slave. I am the daughter of the Prophet and I am destined to reign over your miserable species. Call me Mistress!"

"Of course, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress. "I replied, clenching my fists to take control of my anger.

The elf gave a laugh as if the whole situation was very funny. Then she took my head with her hands and lick the blood from my face.

A few moments later a series of howls broke the silence of the forest. The vanguard of the pack had arrived.

"Mistress?"

"What?" she asked.

"There is nobody standing guard. And there is at least a dozen wolves outside." I warned.

She shruged before replying in a derisive tone.

"So what? They are only some wolves. Nothing to worry about. I'll use the Geas to wake the ranger and the kender to take care of them."

"But Mistress, what if that is not enough? "

"If it's not enough, then Belerus and his toy will have to stop having fun. And you will still be here serving me with your tongue. "

"Mistress, the ranger, the kender, the magician and the barbarian can surely stop a dozen wolves. But…"

"But what?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

"I wonder if they will be enough to stop the angry Wolf-Man and the furious Bear-owl coming behind them."