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He was on her before she barely finished her reply. One hand moved to the small of her back, the other behind her head as he laid her back onto the grass and leaves that blanketed the forest floor. His mouth found hers, his touch soft and gentle at first. When his tongue pushed past her lips, into her mouth, she parted them for him, welcoming him inside her mouth. Her tongue slid over his, while they remained in a heated embrace.
She was taken aback at the building passion behind his kisses. She had no idea how long it had been for Mason, but it had been sometime for her, even by Elven standards. He pulled away from her for long enough to smile down at her, drinking in the beauty in his arms. With a playful wink, his mouth reclaimed hers for the longest of moments.
As he was still naked, and their bodies pressed against each other, it finally gave her the chance to let her hands roam over his form. To explore the difference that his body hair made. Her fingertips caressed up and down his form lazily, coming to rest at the small of his back before moving up the swell of his backside.
While she chose to explore with her hands, he was more than content to do so with his lips, which had moved from hers to pepper her throat with soft kisses.
"You’re so beautiful." He murmured between gentle caresses of his mouth on the perfect coppery skin of her neck. Her clothing and armor stopped him from proceeding any lower. His lips worked their way back up her neck, nibbling on the fleshy lobe of her ear. "May I undress you, so that I might further explore the perfection that is your body?"
"Already?" she whispered.
He chuckled, squeezing her and holding her even closer to his naked body. "We don’t all have the patience of immortality."
"I meant, we have all night. Why rush?" her hands went to his stubbly cheeks, framing his face. She brushed her lips against his, tilting her face then to rest her cheek against his. She appeared to want to savor ever touch, every moment. She let her hands fall away from his face to run down his shoulders and along his arms.
Despite several more attempts to separate her from her various layers of clothing, it wasn’t until almost dawn that she finally relented in part, removing her armor and tunic for him.
"You really do take my breath away." He said softly, his gaze solidly affixed on her now bared breasts. He cupped each in hand, caressing her delicate nipples gently with his thumbs.
For her, the pace of their first night together was going just fine, but for Mason, it was another thing entirely. "Alleria, if I don’t do something about the fire in my loins, soon, I may have to leave. I don’t think I can control myself much longer. Elves may be able to prolong things like this, but I cannot." He chuckled softly, tearing his attention away from her breasts to look her in the eye.
She gave him an understanding smile and glanced down, his manhood was indeed still rigid and at attention. The head of it glistened in the moonlight, having been leaking in anticipation while they had explored each others bodies all night. Not ready to give up so easily on the vow she had made him take, but not wanting to see him suffer either, she asked "What do you propose?"
"You should know what I’d like, but as that is not possible, I will have to take matters into my own hands, again." He leaned in to brush his lips against her once more. "You are welcome to watch, this time, or help."
"Help?" she asked.
"Yes, keep kissing me, or just continue to lay here half naked with me. You can be as involved as you wish." He rolled onto his back, pulling her close to his side as he did. An arm slid under her neck and around to her back, the other hand went to his hard shaft.
"In all my years," she murmured softly in his ear, her tongue teasing at the sensitive flesh there, "I can honestly say I have never watched a man do this for himself."
"You’ve done it before though?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, Mason. I am hardly a virgin. Though, you are the first non-Elven lover I have taken."
"I feel special." He murmured, his eyelids drooping lazily as his hand gripped his shaft.
"Any port in a storm." Her face lit up, as if she were about to laugh, but stifled it instead to continue placing light kisses at his neck and throat.
"Now you’re stealing my lines too?" He couldn’t help but laugh, at her choice of words. It was a full-bodied and rich sounding noise. It caused his hand to pause for a moment.
Seeing him stop, she quirked a brow questioningly. He had said she could help, starting small, she moved her hand to his chest, running her fingertips over his skin lazily. "Not that there was a storm. Elves go much longer without, even in their prime."
He shifted slightly at her touch, his hand spurred back into action. "After all your teasing tonight, this could get quite messy." He didn’t seem to be in any rush though, his fingers on his cock moving as leisurely as hers on his chest.
"I was not teasing." She scolded him, despite her tone, she didn’t cease what she was doing, her hand moving past his to caress his thigh. After another kiss to the side of his neck, she laid her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes for the moment. She inhaled deeply and sighed, though it was not the usual sound of exasperation she had uttered in his presence so many times. This sound was far more contented and relaxed.
"I know." He said softly, tilting his head to kiss the top of hers. Inhaling deeply as well, he drew in her scent, letting it fill not only his lungs, but his mind as well. He wanted to commit it, and this moment, to memory.
Her eyes still closed, she let her other senses take in her surroundings. She could hear his breathing in her ear and feel the subtle changes in it by the rise and fall of his chest. At her touch, she could feel his skin change, growing warmer and the muscles underneath tense and relax. Dragging her fingertips up his leg again, she moved her hand to rest on his, feeling how he altered the speed and grip on the hard shaft in it’s grasp. Only after satiating those senses did she reopen her eyes, taking in the sight of what she had felt and heard.
She watched with rapt attention as he slid his hand deftly along the hard shaft of his cock. Before long, the only sounds between them was his ragged breathing. When those sounds turned more urgent, she shifted, leaning over him to reclaim his mouth for her own. Her kisses were more fervent than they had been before, prompted by the escalating sexual heat between them. Her hand remained on his, and she gave a gentle squeeze as it moved in concert with his.
Holding her close still with his other arm, he broke off the kiss for the briefest of moments. "I’m close to the edge." He managed, his voice sounding laboured.
Staying close at the hip, she propped herself up on her arm, looking down at him now with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Very close?" she cooed at him. Moving her hand from his, she let it rest on her leg, bracing herself so she could move her face closer to the action at hand.
"So if I were to do something like this, it might push you over?" By this, she meant lowering her face to his cock and swirling her tongue around it’s slick head.
Mason uttered a loud gasp at the sensation of her warm tongue on his cockhead, it was a mix of surprise and pleasure that escaped his lips. So unexpected was her move that he didn’t have time to warn her. As her tongue took another long lick of the tip of his shaft, it exploded, his white sticky seed erupting in a much-needed release.
Apparently, she had been expecting that physical response, for at the first taste of his salty seed she wrapped her lips around his cock, swallowing all he had to offer. His hips bucked slightly under her lips embrace on his shaft and he groaned, a long unrestrained sound of extreme pleasure.
Finished, yet finding himself speechless, he was able only to look up at her with wide eyed surprise. His look said it all, fortunately, as he laid there panting, trying to regain his breath and the ability to form any sort of coherent response.
Daintily, she ran her thumb across her lips and wiped her chin before turning her attention back to him. The look on his face, his dumbfounded expression drew a broad smile from her.
"What?" she feigned innocence, "You said I could help."
Finding some semblance of a voice, he replied, "Gods, yes, but never would I have expected like that. Not tonight."
"Good. At least now I finally know how to shut you up." She teased.
"Woman, I would take a vow of silence for the rest of my life if you were going to enforce it like that!" His hand still on her back, he pulled her face in close to his, "I think I’m in love."
"I think that is your spent cock talking." She said with a chuckle, "And that you should get a few hours of sleep."
"After that I think I could sleep through the sea bitch’s fury." He kissed her cheek softly. "Tomorrow though, I will undress you completely and kiss you stem to stern." His lips then moved to hers for a more lingering kiss.
"We shall see." She murmured after his kiss, "I am the captain of this ship, remember? You do my bidding, and I say sleep. We have to make up for today."
He yawned, stretching out, his back cracking a few times. He pulled her close once again and whispered in her ear, "If you are in such a rush, you can be a horse and you’ll let me ride you bareback."
She started to protest.
"Woman, you’ve had my cock in your mouth, surely carrying me on your back could be no more of an affront to your delicate sensibilities." He teased.
"I should bite you right now, for that." She half teased back.
"Bite away, my dear, as long as its not my poor spent prick. I still have need of it...as do you." He joked, his eyes closing as he settled in to get some much-needed rest.
She let him drift off for a few precious hours of sleep after that, and part of her envied him for it.
Alleria let Mason sleep well past dawn, saving her morning meditations for after he was awake. Her choice of spells would depend, in part, on him. She dressed and packed up the rest of their meager camp, letting him sleep through all the work.
"Mason." She stood over him, nudging him gentle with her foot. He stirred, but wasn’t roused from his sleep. "Mason, you need to wake up." She knelt beside him and brushed her lips against his.
As she pulled away, his head lifted, lips moving to seek hers out again. "I’m up. I’m up." He said lazily, his arms reaching out for her. Once they found her, he pulled her on top of him clumsily. Apparently, he had not meant that he was merely awake; rubbing his hardened manhood against her to prove his point.
"Mason!" she laughed softly in his arms, "We do not have time for this now."
As he was still naked under his blanket, he released his hold on her long enough to pull it out from between their bodies. "I can be done quickly, honest, it’s a talent of mine." He teased with a self-deprecating smile as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Tonight, Mason. I do no want to miss meeting up with the others. I imagine they will not stay longer in Krazk than is required."
"I thought once we were back with the others you would throw me aside for Tallonon." He teased, still holding her firmly in place against his naked form.
"Do not joke like that, Mason. The very idea of it..." she looked thoroughly disgusted by the idea. "Put that image in my mind and I might never be aroused again."
"I wouldn’t want that." He laughed, and let go of her to hold his hands up above his head in surrender.
"We have two choices, today." Even though he has released his hold on her, she made no move to leave him just yet. It would appear, that she had, for the most part, succumb to his charms. "I will let you decide. One, I can summon you a horse and we can ride together. Two, I can change your shape into a great wolf and we can run together like that."
"Three, you can save your spells, take the shape of a horse and I will ride you bareback. We shall charge over hill and dale, the wind rushing through my long beautiful hair." He said, trying his best to sound serious at first. "Like one of those fancy lasses in those upper crust paintings." A childlike giggle escaped his lips, the very idea of it being even too silly for him.
She rolled her eyes at him, but her smile stayed firmly in place, still amused by his antics. "I thought last night might have distracted you from this seemingly growing obsession with me carrying you around like I was some common ass."
He feigned shock, "My dear woman, your ass is anything but common. Believe me, I have made a study of it since we first met. And, now that I have had it in hand, I can categorically confirm that is utterly uncommon."
Her response was silent, and stern.
"I am what I am, m’ lady. But, if those are my only two choices, the second. Definitely. I can ride a horse any day, but to change forms at like you do. Even a small taste of that would be incredible."
She nodded and rolled off him, kneeling. "I will need to pray, then." She closed her eyes in preparation.
He popped up to his feet, dusting his hands off. Apparently, he had lost any sense of shame when it came to being naked in front of her, because he made no move to dress or even hide the fact he was at half-mast. "Yeah...about that..." he said, rubbing at the back of his neck distractedly. "I’m going to go over there..." he pointed off in a random direction, "...and pray as well. Silently. By myself."
Even with her eyes closed, she couldn’t help but grin at his obviousness. "And I will be right here, by myself, pretending I cannot hear you."
He trudged off towards the river, "I will be communing with my god." He insisted weakly, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise.
"I did not realize your holy symbol was your cock." She said with a chuckle before taking a deep cleansing breath, trying to focus on Mother Moon, not Mason, which proved to be a little difficult with the sounds coming from the direction of the river.
By the time Alleria had finished praying, Mason had returned and was fully dressed.
"I had almost forgotten what you looked like in clothes." She teased.
He chuckled at her comment, clicking his tongue at her. "I would happily remove them for you, but you insist on ruining things and demand that we leave." he asked as he went to claim his pack and throw it over his shoulder.
She pushed herself up to her feet and threw her pack over her shoulder as she made her way over to him. With a wink, she clasped his face in her hands and pulled him close for a kiss. It was brief though, as her lips were moving against his as she murmured the spell needed to change his shape.
The transformation was almost immediate, and where Mason once stood, there was now a large chestnut brown dire wolf. With her hands still placed on either side of his head, she leaned in to kiss him between the ears.
As the heightened senses kicked in, and he adjusted to being on four, instead of two, legs, he romped around like an awkward pup. Alleria simply looked on, a bemused expression on her face.
"By Valkur’s beard, this is amazing! My sight...I can see so much further! The sounds, so many sounds! And the smells." He stopped his cavorting around, lifting his nose to the air. "What is that intoxicating aroma?" He took a step forward, following his keen nose. He was so overcome by his new shape; he didn’t realize he was communicating telepathically with her.
"Go on, get your sea legs worked out, so we can run. The spell is not indefinite and I have only one use of it today." Her offer had nothing to do with the economy of spells or travel, but more of a gift to him.
"Wait, that smell...it’s you!’ Like an impertinent pup, the large brown lupine stuck his nose between her legs, inhaling her scent with his newfound keen senses.
"By the gods, Mason. Be serious." She rapped him on the nose, pushing his face away from her.
"Fineeee.’ He sat down on his haunches in front of her. "I can be serious, now that I know the truth. You want me.’ He let his tongue loll out the side of his fanged maw. Somehow his roguish grin followed him, even in this shape. "Wait...how are we...?’
She shapeshifted as well, her form taking that of one like his, but as white as the moon and tattooed. "It is a bond of sorts. Elvish druid magic.’ She explained and then looked away from him to lift her head to the sky. She sniffed the air and listened, trying to get her barring and plan their route for the day.
Turning her back on Mason, for even a moment, proved to be an error in judgement. As she was looking for signs in the tree line, she felt the pressure of his paws on her back and the clumsy poking of something hard at her furred backside. Having never imagined he would even dare, it took a moment for her to comprehend exactly what he was attempting.
"Mason!’ she shouted in his mind as she side stepped away from him. To punctuate that she was having none of it, she turned at snapped her teeth at him. Her lips were curled back and her hackles up.
He whined in response and bowed his head, "You can’t blame a wolf for trying, can you?’ he replied.
"Yes, I can. Mason, the gift of forms is for work, for battle, not for playing around. I gave you the option because I thought you would enjoy it...but not like that.’ She padded over to him to rub the side of her muzzle against his, "You are such a scoundrel.’ She said in a relenting tone before turning to bound off through the underbrush.
She kept their pace at a good clip, not stopping until the magic she cast on him wore off and he had to return to his normal form. They had made it a good deal of progress for the day, and she estimated they would reach their destination sometime after sundown. After a brief respite, she summoned a horse for him, ignoring his teasing.
The rest of the day was a hard and tiring ride, but they managed to reach Krazk and rejoin the rest of their group not too long after the sun set. There was a round of greetings and a fine meal before they all decided to retire for the night. None of them wanted to linger too long in the shadow of the Abbey and its freakish inhabitants.
Mason had more than made up for his recent drought of wine and over indulged. It took Dhamon and Quintis to carry him up the stairs to his room. Being a bit of a rowdy drunk that night, he did not want the party to end. Luckily for all, he passed out shortly after hitting his bed.
Once the house was quiet and everyone was asleep, Alleria crept through the manor as quiet as a mouse - literally. She slipped into Mason’s room through a crack in the wall and crawled up onto his bed. He was snoring loud enough to wake the dead and being crawled on by a rodent didn’t even register.
Shifting back into her true self, her naked form was silhouetted by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Fortunately, the Burgomaster’s house was grand enough, that they did not have to share rooms.
"Mason." She whispered softly as she peeled back the covers to sneak into bed with him. A reversal of the night before, with him still fully dressed and she wearing nothing at all. He stirred as she cozied up next to him, snorting loudly through his gaping mouth. She hadn’t planned on waking him though, having sought his bed for comfort, not sex.
Not truly waking, he rolled over, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up close. "You smell like...happy." He mumbled incoherently, still very much asleep.
Not caring about having to explain things to the others, she stayed for the entire night with him. In fact, she cared far more about him waking up with her in his arms. She rolled onto her side, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. Not waiting to wake him, but unable to stop herself, she brushed her lips along his tanned skin. It appeared it would take more than a few gentle kisses to rouse him from his stupor though, and he slept deeply through the night.
The group was back on the road the next day, leaving Krazk and the strange Abbey behind. They had paid their debt to the Abbot and gained new information for their quest. The change in relationship between Mason and Alleria certainly made for more interesting times; especially the long walks through the drab realm. It also had an impact on Alleria’s view of this land, their quest and getting home.
Mason remained his flirtatious and outgoing self. He had been forward with the she-elf since day one and he saw no reason to change things now. Alleria had let him decide how public or private they were to be. She didn’t have a care in either direction.
No longer lost in the woods meant it was more difficult to find private time for themselves. Whomever was on watch would surely have noticed their closeness. As Alleria did not need to sleep, she often spent the night with Mason’s head in lap, her delicate fingers combing though his long brown locks or caressing his sea weathered face.
After days on the road, they finally reached Vallaki where they could bed down for the night. At once such inn, Alleria secured her own room, with a bath. No need for the bed, but a chance to bathe in something other than a frigid stream was an entirely different matter. Opting to forgo dinner in favour of a long soak, she managed to slip off unnoticed from the revelry in the Inn’s main room. Taking her time, turning the act into something akin to a ritual, she stripped off her layers of leather armor and fine Elven crafted linens.
The old tub was nothing like the ornate versions she was used to, but the size was generous and the water warm. Sliding into the soothing water she felt the aches and pains of the day fade away. Even though she didn’t sleep it, it didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the deeply relaxing bath. With all but her peripheral awareness turned off, this was the closest she got to sleeping.
She was on the verge of pruning when she heard the familiar cadence of Mason’s steps in the hallway. Without knocking, he burst into the room and stumbled a few steps. Spotting her in the tub he sidled over to her.
"Alleria, my Elven beauty!" he exclaimed.
Attempting to climb in with her, fully clothed, she gave him a little shove to stop him.
"Mason, you handsome fool, at least undress first." Using a little magic, she removed some of the water from the tub to make room for him and not cause a flood.

He was on her before she barely finished her reply. One hand moved to the small of her back, the other behind her head as he laid her back onto the grass and leaves that blanketed the forest floor. His mouth found hers, his touch soft and gentle at first. When his tongue pushed past her lips, into her mouth, she parted them for him, welcoming him inside her mouth. Her tongue slid over his, while they remained in a heated embrace.

She was taken aback at the building passion behind his kisses. She had no idea how long it had been for Mason, but it had been sometime for her, even by Elven standards. He pulled away from her for long enough to smile down at her, drinking in the beauty in his arms. With a playful wink, his mouth reclaimed hers for the longest of moments.

As he was still naked, and their bodies pressed against each other, it finally gave her the chance to let her hands roam over his form. To explore the difference that his body hair made. Her fingertips caressed up and down his form lazily, coming to rest at the small of his back before moving up the swell of his backside.

While she chose to explore with her hands, he was more than content to do so with his lips, which had moved from hers to pepper her throat with soft kisses.

"You’re so beautiful." He murmured between gentle caresses of his mouth on the perfect coppery skin of her neck. Her clothing and armor stopped him from proceeding any lower. His lips worked their way back up her neck, nibbling on the fleshy lobe of her ear. "May I undress you, so that I might further explore the perfection that is your body?"

"Already?" she whispered.

He chuckled, squeezing her and holding her even closer to his naked body. "We don’t all have the patience of immortality."

"I meant, we have all night. Why rush?" her hands went to his stubbly cheeks, framing his face. She brushed her lips against his, tilting her face then to rest her cheek against his. She appeared to want to savor ever touch, every moment. She let her hands fall away from his face to run down his shoulders and along his arms.

Despite several more attempts to separate her from her various layers of clothing, it wasn’t until almost dawn that she finally relented in part, removing her armor and tunic for him.

"You really do take my breath away." He said softly, his gaze solidly affixed on her now bared breasts. He cupped each in hand, caressing her delicate nipples gently with his thumbs.

For her, the pace of their first night together was going just fine, but for Mason, it was another thing entirely. "Alleria, if I don’t do something about the fire in my loins, soon, I may have to leave. I don’t think I can control myself much longer. Elves may be able to prolong things like this, but I cannot." He chuckled softly, tearing his attention away from her breasts to look her in the eye.

She gave him an understanding smile and glanced down, his manhood was indeed still rigid and at attention. The head of it glistened in the moonlight, having been leaking in anticipation while they had explored each others bodies all night. Not ready to give up so easily on the vow she had made him take, but not wanting to see him suffer either, she asked "What do you propose?"

"You should know what I’d like, but as that is not possible, I will have to take matters into my own hands, again." He leaned in to brush his lips against her once more. "You are welcome to watch, this time, or help."

"Help?" she asked.

"Yes, keep kissing me, or just continue to lay here half naked with me. You can be as involved as you wish." He rolled onto his back, pulling her close to his side as he did. An arm slid under her neck and around to her back, the other hand went to his hard shaft.

"In all my years," she murmured softly in his ear, her tongue teasing at the sensitive flesh there, "I can honestly say I have never watched a man do this for himself."

"You’ve done it before though?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, Mason. I am hardly a virgin. Though, you are the first non-Elven lover I have taken."

"I feel special." He murmured, his eyelids drooping lazily as his hand gripped his shaft.

"Any port in a storm." Her face lit up, as if she were about to laugh, but stifled it instead to continue placing light kisses at his neck and throat.

"Now you’re stealing my lines too?" He couldn’t help but laugh, at her choice of words. It was a full-bodied and rich sounding noise. It caused his hand to pause for a moment.

Seeing him stop, she quirked a brow questioningly. He had said she could help, starting small, she moved her hand to his chest, running her fingertips over his skin lazily. "Not that there was a storm. Elves go much longer without, even in their prime."

He shifted slightly at her touch, his hand spurred back into action. "After all your teasing tonight, this could get quite messy." He didn’t seem to be in any rush though, his fingers on his cock moving as leisurely as hers on his chest.

"I was not teasing." She scolded him, despite her tone, she didn’t cease what she was doing, her hand moving past his to caress his thigh. After another kiss to the side of his neck, she laid her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes for the moment. She inhaled deeply and sighed, though it was not the usual sound of exasperation she had uttered in his presence so many times. This sound was far more contented and relaxed.

"I know." He said softly, tilting his head to kiss the top of hers. Inhaling deeply as well, he drew in her scent, letting it fill not only his lungs, but his mind as well. He wanted to commit it, and this moment, to memory.

Her eyes still closed, she let her other senses take in her surroundings. She could hear his breathing in her ear and feel the subtle changes in it by the rise and fall of his chest. At her touch, she could feel his skin change, growing warmer and the muscles underneath tense and relax. Dragging her fingertips up his leg again, she moved her hand to rest on his, feeling how he altered the speed and grip on the hard shaft in it’s grasp. Only after satiating those senses did she reopen her eyes, taking in the sight of what she had felt and heard.

She watched with rapt attention as he slid his hand deftly along the hard shaft of his cock. Before long, the only sounds between them was his ragged breathing. When those sounds turned more urgent, she shifted, leaning over him to reclaim his mouth for her own. Her kisses were more fervent than they had been before, prompted by the escalating sexual heat between them. Her hand remained on his, and she gave a gentle squeeze as it moved in concert with his.

Holding her close still with his other arm, he broke off the kiss for the briefest of moments. "I’m close to the edge." He managed, his voice sounding laboured.

Staying close at the hip, she propped herself up on her arm, looking down at him now with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Very close?" she cooed at him. Moving her hand from his, she let it rest on her leg, bracing herself so she could move her face closer to the action at hand.

"So if I were to do something like this, it might push you over?" By this, she meant lowering her face to his cock and swirling her tongue around it’s slick head.

Mason uttered a loud gasp at the sensation of her warm tongue on his cockhead, it was a mix of surprise and pleasure that escaped his lips. So unexpected was her move that he didn’t have time to warn her. As her tongue took another long lick of the tip of his shaft, it exploded, his white sticky seed erupting in a much-needed release.

Apparently, she had been expecting that physical response, for at the first taste of his salty seed she wrapped her lips around his cock, swallowing all he had to offer. His hips bucked slightly under her lips embrace on his shaft and he groaned, a long unrestrained sound of extreme pleasure.

Finished, yet finding himself speechless, he was able only to look up at her with wide eyed surprise. His look said it all, fortunately, as he laid there panting, trying to regain his breath and the ability to form any sort of coherent response.

Daintily, she ran her thumb across her lips and wiped her chin before turning her attention back to him. The look on his face, his dumbfounded expression drew a broad smile from her.

"What?" she feigned innocence, "You said I could help."

Finding some semblance of a voice, he replied, "Gods, yes, but never would I have expected like that. Not tonight."

"Good. At least now I finally know how to shut you up." She teased.

"Woman, I would take a vow of silence for the rest of my life if you were going to enforce it like that!" His hand still on her back, he pulled her face in close to his, "I think I’m in love."

"I think that is your spent cock talking." She said with a chuckle, "And that you should get a few hours of sleep."

"After that I think I could sleep through the sea bitch’s fury." He kissed her cheek softly. "Tomorrow though, I will undress you completely and kiss you stem to stern." His lips then moved to hers for a more lingering kiss.

"We shall see." She murmured after his kiss, "I am the captain of this ship, remember? You do my bidding, and I say sleep. We have to make up for today."

He yawned, stretching out, his back cracking a few times. He pulled her close once again and whispered in her ear, "If you are in such a rush, you can be a horse and you’ll let me ride you bareback."

She started to protest.

"Woman, you’ve had my cock in your mouth, surely carrying me on your back could be no more of an affront to your delicate sensibilities." He teased.

"I should bite you right now, for that." She half teased back.

"Bite away, my dear, as long as its not my poor spent prick. I still have need of it...as do you." He joked, his eyes closing as he settled in to get some much-needed rest.

She let him drift off for a few precious hours of sleep after that, and part of her envied him for it.

Alleria let Mason sleep well past dawn, saving her morning meditations for after he was awake. Her choice of spells would depend, in part, on him. She dressed and packed up the rest of their meager camp, letting him sleep through all the work.

"Mason." She stood over him, nudging him gentle with her foot. He stirred, but wasn’t roused from his sleep. "Mason, you need to wake up." She knelt beside him and brushed her lips against his.

As she pulled away, his head lifted, lips moving to seek hers out again. "I’m up. I’m up." He said lazily, his arms reaching out for her. Once they found her, he pulled her on top of him clumsily. Apparently, he had not meant that he was merely awake; rubbing his hardened manhood against her to prove his point.

"Mason!" she laughed softly in his arms, "We do not have time for this now."

As he was still naked under his blanket, he released his hold on her long enough to pull it out from between their bodies. "I can be done quickly, honest, it’s a talent of mine." He teased with a self-deprecating smile as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Tonight, Mason. I do no want to miss meeting up with the others. I imagine they will not stay longer in Krazk than is required."

"I thought once we were back with the others you would throw me aside for Tallonon." He teased, still holding her firmly in place against his naked form.

"Do not joke like that, Mason. The very idea of it..." she looked thoroughly disgusted by the idea. "Put that image in my mind and I might never be aroused again."

"I wouldn’t want that." He laughed, and let go of her to hold his hands up above his head in surrender.

"We have two choices, today." Even though he has released his hold on her, she made no move to leave him just yet. It would appear, that she had, for the most part, succumb to his charms. "I will let you decide. One, I can summon you a horse and we can ride together. Two, I can change your shape into a great wolf and we can run together like that."

"Three, you can save your spells, take the shape of a horse and I will ride you bareback. We shall charge over hill and dale, the wind rushing through my long beautiful hair." He said, trying his best to sound serious at first. "Like one of those fancy lasses in those upper crust paintings." A childlike giggle escaped his lips, the very idea of it being even too silly for him.

She rolled her eyes at him, but her smile stayed firmly in place, still amused by his antics. "I thought last night might have distracted you from this seemingly growing obsession with me carrying you around like I was some common ass."

He feigned shock, "My dear woman, your ass is anything but common. Believe me, I have made a study of it since we first met. And, now that I have had it in hand, I can categorically confirm that is utterly uncommon."

Her response was silent, and stern.

"I am what I am, m’ lady. But, if those are my only two choices, the second. Definitely. I can ride a horse any day, but to change forms at like you do. Even a small taste of that would be incredible."

She nodded and rolled off him, kneeling. "I will need to pray, then." She closed her eyes in preparation.

He popped up to his feet, dusting his hands off. Apparently, he had lost any sense of shame when it came to being naked in front of her, because he made no move to dress or even hide the fact he was at half-mast. "Yeah...about that..." he said, rubbing at the back of his neck distractedly. "I’m going to go over there..." he pointed off in a random direction, "...and pray as well. Silently. By myself."

Even with her eyes closed, she couldn’t help but grin at his obviousness. "And I will be right here, by myself, pretending I cannot hear you."

He trudged off towards the river, "I will be communing with my god." He insisted weakly, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise.

"I did not realize your holy symbol was your cock." She said with a chuckle before taking a deep cleansing breath, trying to focus on Mother Moon, not Mason, which proved to be a little difficult with the sounds coming from the direction of the river.

By the time Alleria had finished praying, Mason had returned and was fully dressed.

"I had almost forgotten what you looked like in clothes." She teased.

He chuckled at her comment, clicking his tongue at her. "I would happily remove them for you, but you insist on ruining things and demand that we leave." he asked as he went to claim his pack and throw it over his shoulder.

She pushed herself up to her feet and threw her pack over her shoulder as she made her way over to him. With a wink, she clasped his face in her hands and pulled him close for a kiss. It was brief though, as her lips were moving against his as she murmured the spell needed to change his shape.

The transformation was almost immediate, and where Mason once stood, there was now a large chestnut brown dire wolf. With her hands still placed on either side of his head, she leaned in to kiss him between the ears.

As the heightened senses kicked in, and he adjusted to being on four, instead of two, legs, he romped around like an awkward pup. Alleria simply looked on, a bemused expression on her face.

"By Valkur’s beard, this is amazing! My sight...I can see so much further! The sounds, so many sounds! And the smells." He stopped his cavorting around, lifting his nose to the air. "What is that intoxicating aroma?" He took a step forward, following his keen nose. He was so overcome by his new shape; he didn’t realize he was communicating telepathically with her.

"Go on, get your sea legs worked out, so we can run. The spell is not indefinite and I have only one use of it today." Her offer had nothing to do with the economy of spells or travel, but more of a gift to him.

"Wait, that smell...it’s you!’ Like an impertinent pup, the large brown lupine stuck his nose between her legs, inhaling her scent with his newfound keen senses.

"By the gods, Mason. Be serious." She rapped him on the nose, pushing his face away from her.

"Fineeee.’ He sat down on his haunches in front of her. "I can be serious, now that I know the truth. You want me.’ He let his tongue loll out the side of his fanged maw. Somehow his roguish grin followed him, even in this shape. "Wait...how are we...?’

She shapeshifted as well, her form taking that of one like his, but as white as the moon and tattooed. "It is a bond of sorts. Elvish druid magic.’ She explained and then looked away from him to lift her head to the sky. She sniffed the air and listened, trying to get her barring and plan their route for the day.

Turning her back on Mason, for even a moment, proved to be an error in judgement. As she was looking for signs in the tree line, she felt the pressure of his paws on her back and the clumsy poking of something hard at her furred backside. Having never imagined he would even dare, it took a moment for her to comprehend exactly what he was attempting.

"Mason!’ she shouted in his mind as she side stepped away from him. To punctuate that she was having none of it, she turned at snapped her teeth at him. Her lips were curled back and her hackles up.

He whined in response and bowed his head, "You can’t blame a wolf for trying, can you?’ he replied.

"Yes, I can. Mason, the gift of forms is for work, for battle, not for playing around. I gave you the option because I thought you would enjoy it...but not like that.’ She padded over to him to rub the side of her muzzle against his, "You are such a scoundrel.’ She said in a relenting tone before turning to bound off through the underbrush.

She kept their pace at a good clip, not stopping until the magic she cast on him wore off and he had to return to his normal form. They had made it a good deal of progress for the day, and she estimated they would reach their destination sometime after sundown. After a brief respite, she summoned a horse for him, ignoring his teasing.

The rest of the day was a hard and tiring ride, but they managed to reach Krazk and rejoin the rest of their group not too long after the sun set. There was a round of greetings and a fine meal before they all decided to retire for the night. None of them wanted to linger too long in the shadow of the Abbey and its freakish inhabitants.

Mason had more than made up for his recent drought of wine and over indulged. It took Dhamon and Quintis to carry him up the stairs to his room. Being a bit of a rowdy drunk that night, he did not want the party to end. Luckily for all, he passed out shortly after hitting his bed.

Once the house was quiet and everyone was asleep, Alleria crept through the manor as quiet as a mouse - literally. She slipped into Mason’s room through a crack in the wall and crawled up onto his bed. He was snoring loud enough to wake the dead and being crawled on by a rodent didn’t even register.

Shifting back into her true self, her naked form was silhouetted by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Fortunately, the Burgomaster’s house was grand enough, that they did not have to share rooms.

"Mason." She whispered softly as she peeled back the covers to sneak into bed with him. A reversal of the night before, with him still fully dressed and she wearing nothing at all. He stirred as she cozied up next to him, snorting loudly through his gaping mouth. She hadn’t planned on waking him though, having sought his bed for comfort, not sex.

Not truly waking, he rolled over, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up close. "You smell like...happy." He mumbled incoherently, still very much asleep.

Not caring about having to explain things to the others, she stayed for the entire night with him. In fact, she cared far more about him waking up with her in his arms. She rolled onto her side, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. Not waiting to wake him, but unable to stop herself, she brushed her lips along his tanned skin. It appeared it would take more than a few gentle kisses to rouse him from his stupor though, and he slept deeply through the night.

The group was back on the road the next day, leaving Krazk and the strange Abbey behind. They had paid their debt to the Abbot and gained new information for their quest. The change in relationship between Mason and Alleria certainly made for more interesting times; especially the long walks through the drab realm. It also had an impact on Alleria’s view of this land, their quest and getting home.

Mason remained his flirtatious and outgoing self. He had been forward with the she-elf since day one and he saw no reason to change things now. Alleria had let him decide how public or private they were to be. She didn’t have a care in either direction.

No longer lost in the woods meant it was more difficult to find private time for themselves. Whomever was on watch would surely have noticed their closeness. As Alleria did not need to sleep, she often spent the night with Mason’s head in lap, her delicate fingers combing though his long brown locks or caressing his sea weathered face.

After days on the road, they finally reached Vallaki where they could bed down for the night. At once such inn, Alleria secured her own room, with a bath. No need for the bed, but a chance to bathe in something other than a frigid stream was an entirely different matter. Opting to forgo dinner in favour of a long soak, she managed to slip off unnoticed from the revelry in the Inn’s main room. Taking her time, turning the act into something akin to a ritual, she stripped off her layers of leather armor and fine Elven crafted linens.

The old tub was nothing like the ornate versions she was used to, but the size was generous and the water warm. Sliding into the soothing water she felt the aches and pains of the day fade away. Even though she didn’t sleep it, it didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the deeply relaxing bath. With all but her peripheral awareness turned off, this was the closest she got to sleeping.

She was on the verge of pruning when she heard the familiar cadence of Mason’s steps in the hallway. Without knocking, he burst into the room and stumbled a few steps. Spotting her in the tub he sidled over to her.

"Alleria, my Elven beauty!" he exclaimed.

Attempting to climb in with her, fully clothed, she gave him a little shove to stop him.

"Mason, you handsome fool, at least undress first." Using a little magic, she removed some of the water from the tub to make room for him and not cause a flood.