Telani swept through the red palace, her arms straight and her caramel face determined. Servants and maids clambered to clear her path and she muttered apologies without slowing. The large doors to her mother’s office were much too big for her to throw open so she waited patiently for the guards to slowly swing the colossal ornate doors open.

The blonde princess waited for the doors to close with her arms crossed, glaring across the marble floor of the lavish office. Opposite her, her mother sat at a hand-carved oak desk, flicking her quill across an unrolled parchment. When the thud of closing doors echoed behind her, Telani stalked forward and slammed her palms on the solid surface of the desk.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” the queen said, still not looking up.

Telani’s eyes narrowed. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop meddling in my affairs!”

The pen scratched against the rough paper. “For a girl who doesn’t want to be queen,” the chocolate skinned elf looked up from her writing and her green eyes flashed under her blonde eyebrows, “you sure like giving orders.” She dipped her quill and went back to writing.

“Look at my eyes mother. I belong to The Light, to the church.”

“I own the church.”

Telani stood straight, her golden eyes searching her mother. “No one owns the church.”

The queen drew her lips tight across her teeth in irritation. “I own everything in my realm I choose not to destroy.” She dropped her quill in the inkwell and shook a cramp from her hand. “When you’re queen you’ll understand that.” She stood, rolled the parchment into a tight cylinder, and pressed it with a wax seal before holding the scroll out to Telani.

The princess took the parchment as if it were a brightly colored snake. “What is this?”

“This is me meddling in your affairs. Do you know why I told the abbot no?”

Telani shook her head.

“Because I tell everyone no. I tell my generals no, I tell my advisors no, I even tell my misguided daughter no. Do you know why I tell everyone no?”

Telani had some ideas but had learned it unwise to interrupt her mother in one of her “teaching moments,” so she shook her head again.

“Because it is my duty. As queen, I must endure every self serving request from every peasant, every fop, even the paladins, they all mewl at me like hungry kits,” she smoothed her silk dress and took a breath. “I must discern their short sighted schemes in an instant and twist them into something that serves the realm, first the red city, then beyond.”

Telani hadn’t heard this lesson. Which meant it was directly aimed at her. She closed her eyes and braced for impact.

“So, go on your quest, play pretend with your priests and their holy mission, after all, everyone must go on a pilgrimage, no?”

Telani’s sharp ear tips were beginning to warm at the mockery.

The queen laughed to herself. “You don’t belong to The Light, you belong to the realm, my realm, and you will serve it, even if I have to twist your short sighted, self serving request.” She flicked her fingers as if shooing a fly and sat back down at the desk, grabbing the next of many rolled parchments.

Telani nearly bit off her own tongue as she waited for the tall doors to open, then darted back to the small abbey of the palace.

—

“Hmm.” The abbot pursed his lips as he read then clicked his tongue and nodded.

Telani didn’t have the stomach to read the letter herself. “Well?” she asked, her hands squeezing the sides of her white robes.

“She’s changed your destination. You’re going to Westby.”

“The human capital?” she asked, then held her breath as she realized her mistake.

The aged priest shook his head. “Westby is only the capital of the humans’ western-most territory, but their king still owes fealty to the human emperor whose throne currently resides in –.”

“I know Abbot, please, for The Light it was a slip of tongue.”

“A slipping tongue is the result of a slipping mind, allow me to correct your form with a lesson,” the old scholar said with finality. “Now, the emperor's throne currently sits comfortably in Alderon. What your mind and, in turn, tongue probably slipped on was that Westby is the seat of the High Abbot, and home of the Grand Cathedral.”

“Thank you for the lesson Abbot,” Telani said quickly as he was taking a breath, probably preparing to recite the entire human kingdom and their current leaders, but he stopped and nodded, satisfied his pupil had absorbed the wisdom.

He turned back to the parchment, unrolling it further. “It looks as though your pilgrimage to Westby will have an alternate objective.”

Telani groaned.

“You are to deliver a caravan of gifts to the new king of Westby. The Red City has had no correspondence with him since his inauguration and the queen wants you to make first contact.”

“She’s grooming me.”

The abbot nodded, looking over the parchment again. “It would seem so, but,” He rolled the parchment. “These demands don’t interfere with your pilgrimage. You can still spread The Light through the border towns on the way and a visit to the grand cathedral, and the High Abbot will do wonders for your spirit.”

Telani chewed her lip, thinking, but no other option seemed available.

“Oh, and,” the abbot took a breath, and his face tightened, Telani tensed. “Her majesty has prepared a full royal guard for your journey.”

Telani melted in her seat like a child throwing a tantrum, “Nooooo.” She looked up to the giant window stained in a sunburst, “Light save me from the humiliation of my mother, I beg thee.”

“It won’t be so bad –”

“Won’t it? Should I wear a golden gown as I preach a modest life of service to the human peasants?”

“The human’s do not have peasants, they are a –” The abbot closed his mouth and nodded. For the first time, Telani stopped him with a look that he thought only the queen could conjure. He laid a hand on her shoulder and she started to cry.

“This is more than hypocrisy abbot, how will we look? The elves of the sun, prancing into the king’s court with a full retinue, golden armor reflecting our pomposity so bright, they will have to shield their fucking eyes.”

The abbot leaned back slightly, studying his pupil. “You are permitted sadness, princess, but anger leads to hatred and hatred must be purified, how do we purify hate?”

Telani was shaking, she refused to look at her mentor. He squeezed her shoulder and she glanced up at him from under a glare. “We love it.”

The abbot knelt and looked into her eyes. “What do you love?”

Her lip quivered and a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t want to give it up, she liked the way it burned inside her, hotter than the holy sun. “I love… my mother, I love you, I love The Light, and the people, and the land, and the lost. Telani felt the fire flicker and dim. She smiled weakly at the abbot and wondered how she would get by without him.

“There, see? Besides,” the abbot’s laugh lines deepened. “We aren’t permitted a retinue past our borders. I will send word to the humans in tradewind to have a caravan ready more appropriate for a priestess’s pilgrimage.”

Telani’s eyes brightened; she wiped her tears and threw her arms around the old man. “Thank you abbot! I will go prepare.” Telani left, this time sweeping through the castle with a newfound sense of excitement.

—

One of the human’s actually spit. Telani had not had time to say one word and saliva left his mouth and landed in the mud between them. Telani had heard the humans were rough but he actually spit. She was staring at the ground where his glob of saliva had landed when her guard captain nudged her.

She blinked. “Right, this is Tradewind then?” She looked up the large wooden walls and sturdy gate behind the four human soldiers. “And you must be McAllister.” Telani curtsied, but the man didn’t move an inch. I am Telani, pr– priestess of The Light.”

“We know who you are, priestess.” He drew out the last word, and she had to think of all the things she loved, but a piece of her mother still slipped through. “Then you know your discretion is appreciated and will be rewarded upon my safe delivery back here in one season’s time.”

McAllister was tall and lean with a longbow hung across his chest. He smiled, probably at the thought of silver, but his eyes danced down her navel, and her skin prickled at his gaze. Her guard captain took a half step towards the man but Telani spoke up, “Thank you Caladorn,” She spun on her heel in the mud and pressed her hand to the chain tunic that fit her guard captain’s slender muscled frame like a second skin. “Your services are no longer required, please inform mother I have been put in good hands.”

“This isn’t enough,“ was all he replied.

She looked up at his face but he was looking at McAllister. “That’s an order,” she whispered.

After seeing the inn available in the large border town, Telani opted to sleep in her wagon, which was moving before she awoke. She climbed down from her decorated carriage and saw that their wagon train was out of sight of Tradewind. Telani took a deep breath and her heart fluttered.

She had never been out of the Elven kingdom, and had only left the Red City a handful of times to see tournaments or attend a ball. And even on those occasions she was under lock and key. This was why she wanted to be a priestess. The freedom of the road, the crisp morning air, the – McAllister spit and the spray from his forceful ejaculation misted her cheek.

She wiped her face with an exaggerated motion and fell in step with the archer. “Do you have to do that?”

“Do what?” He didn’t look at her, just walked with the easy step of someone used to marching.

“Force saliva from your mouth, do you have a condition? I could try to heal you.”

He tilted his head to get a look at her. Again her skin crawled under his gaze and she wondered if her silk robe was enough to cover her. “Some women like it when I spit.” He had the twinkle in his eye like he had told a joke but Telani doubted his statement very much. Something about his forced charm did stir something in her though. His hair was dark under his unbuckled iron cap. He smelled of leather and lantern oil, and something else, she couldn’t put her finger on it but she wandered half a step closer as they walked. She inhaled again, it was earthy like a stable but with the lingering incense of campfire smoke.

She realized she hadn’t spoken for a long time and her pointed ears burned. “I should probably meet some of our companions.”

McAllister continued walking as she dropped back. There were thirteen humans in total, four guards, four drivers given charge of the elven wagons, two sisters who had bought passage, and a farmer with his wife and daughter, taking food and supplies to Westby for better prices.

Telani spent most of her time the first few days talking with Amara, the farmer’s young daughter. She was everything a child should be, excitable, with big brown eyes that could barely contain her wonder and curiosity. But what Telani soon came to cherish was the child’s innocence, something Telani had taken from her not even a tenday into their journey.

They had stopped at a two building town, at least that’s what Telani had come to call them. In reality there were a few other hovels. Most of the human towns though, consisted of little more than an Inn, and a storehouse. The humans didn’t seem to have much imagination when it came to architecture. They picked the flattest valley or the highest hill and built a simple box to live in or keep things. Telani felt exposed without the cover of a mountain or trees, but the humans valued sightlines above all it seemed.

That night, there was a small performance put on by two of the wagoneers, nothing fancy, a makeshift stage, a plucking of a lute, puppets for the children, ale for the rest. Telani had never enjoyed ale, the elves had sweet liqueur and aged wine, but she rather liked the musky flavor of the human drink. She also appreciated McAllister’s hospitality.

She had thought the man lecherous and lewd, but that night he made sure her cup was always full. So full that nature soon called and she braced herself against his shoulder as she stood, she blinked, then walked alone toward the outhouse, just past the edge of town.

She sat on the wooden box with a hole cut for waste, and pulled her panties down to her calves. As the stream of urine splashed into the darkness beneath her, a familiar scent drifted through the stink of the toilet. Leather. Lamp oil. Her thoughts drifted to McAllister and she smiled. She was starting to like the roguish man. He walked the line of guard and brigand so well she didn’t know if she felt safer around him, or in more danger, but his charm was undeniable.

As if summoned, the door to the outhouse swung open and the familiar scent accompanied a tall silhouette standing in front of her. Her heart raced and her mouth went dry. “I’m not finished Cal.” She had never called him that, she had wanted to, but didn’t want him to think them too friendly, now she blurted the nickname in a strange panic, as if to put him at ease or, she didn’t know. She had had too much to drink and her thoughts became frantic.

He took a step closer, blocking her in the three remaining walls of the outhouse. She leaned back, realizing she had no weapon, no defense, McAllister was her defense. “Please.” She said, but she didn’t know why. Her eyes flared in the darkness and she could make out his face with her darksight, one eye half closed, the cocksure smirk now something more sinister, he still held his ale and leaned against the doorway.

Telani’s voice trembled. “I think we’ve both had too much to drink tonight, Cal. Why don’t I walk you back to the wagons.”

“I have to piss,” he said, slurring slightly.

Telani allowed a small sigh of relief. “Oh, right, I’ll just…” She bent to pull up her panties but McAllister stepped fully into the outhouse.

“Open your legs.” The man rustled with his belt and she saw his cock drape over his trousers. She had seen a few elf dicks in her life, fooled around with some noble sons before she realized the damage it could do to her family. This human cock was much thicker.

Telani’s lip trembled.

McAllister grabbed his flaccid cock and pointed it at her lap just as she realized what he meant to do. His urine splashed on the inside of her thighs before she could open them. She pulled her robe up and out of the way as his stream became solid. He sighed a great heavy sigh, and leaned his head on the wall, closing his eyes. His warm stream rose as he pushed harder and splashed against her pubic bone and inner thighs, he swayed slightly as if to paint her with his piss.

Telani closed her eyes and waited for it to be over but more warmth streamed onto her stomach, ran down over her sex and dripped off her labia. She grit her teeth and tried to find the love in her heart but being used as a literal toilet made the exercise impossible. She felt the final dribbles on her knee and opened her eyes, now angry. “You remember who I am, don’t you?”

McAllister laughed. “I do, jusht another member of the clergy, right? A common waif on the road.” He tipped his cup and leaned back, letting excess ale drip down his cheeks and chin. “Lemme show you what happens to waifs on the road.”

His movement was sudden and violent. Before she could react, Telani felt her body lift off the seat, her entire weight pulled painfully by her long golden hair. She was spun so suddenly her head slammed into the wall of the outhouse. Stars spread across her vision and her eyes dimmed as she was forced face first toward the wooden seat. A strong hand grabbed the back of her head and forced her down through the roughly cut hole in the box. Her shoulders and the back of her neck scraped against the splintered wood as her entire head was forced down into the fetid air above the shallow pit. She cried out, first in pain, then in alarm, hoping someone would hear her.

She screamed, then gagged, then vomited, the smell was thick and sweet, her hair now covered in her own puke and shit from below. She wished she had screamed earlier, but the point was moot. She knew nobody would hear her with her head halfway down the dark hole. She felt the skirts of her robe being lifted, then two hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them open in the moonlight. A wet warm splat of McAllister’s spit against her asshole caused her to flinch and she gagged again at the smell.

She begged and pleaded between gags and wrenches but she knew nobody could hear her. Something firm slapped against her exposed holes and she froze. The length of his hard cock sawed between her cheeks until the tip rested against her ass. Tears dripped up her face, and she held her breath, knowing full well what was coming.

Her neck and shoulders scraped the wood again as McAllister shoved his cock into her virgin asshole and she screamed in pain, his thick shaft surging through her, a single tearing plunge all the way to the base. McAllister’s balls swung with the momentum of the solid thrust and she felt them slap against her pussy, still dripping with the human’s piss.

Her body convulsed in agony, her muscles tensed against the wood and she pushed with all her strength, but she had nowhere to go. McAllister grabbed her by the hips and began crudely ass fucking her over the toilet. The edge of the wood cut into the flesh of her shoulders, but the tearing of her ass was the only thing she could focus on as her limp body rocked against the assault.

Her mother’s mocking face appeared in the shit and piss beneath her as her eyes flared with every painful penetration. She knew what the queen would say, “Are you having fun pretending to be a priestess?” She would ask, “used as a toilet, your head buried in shit while a human breeds your ass like a dog?” Telani cried, loud wailing sobs, her shame and humiliation threatening to break her.

Every ramming of his cock spread her wider and the pain bloomed into a sickening pleasure. Under normal circumstances she might enjoy anal sex, she might have given it to him, had he asked, the thought sickened her and she wretched again. She watched a stubborn strand of saliva dangle and flail with the human’s uneven thrusts. The smell of old shit was sweet in her nose. She was noticing the small things, taking a memory of her first time having sex, ass fucked by a rogue, head stuffed in the outhouse of a border town.

Her body rocked faster and McAllister’s grunts grew louder. His thighs slapped against her ass with three solid impacts as he shook in pleasure behind her. His hot stinging cum filled her ruined asshole and she trembled in pain and rage as another heavy hump pumped another load of seed into her depths. Then he dropped her. Her knees knocked against the wooden floor. Her ass burned with the cum that now flowed from her broken hole, down her thighs and ass cheeks. She sat with her head in the shit hole even after the door swung closed behind McAllister.

I deserve this, was all she could think. What a foolish, stupid child, throwing away a kingdom to try to help a few lost souls, probably being manipulated by the church, spit on, pissed on, used as a human’s fucktoy. At least as a princess I would have been safe. Her long pointed ears flipped into place as she pulled her head from the reeking hole. A warm pool squished between her ass cheeks as she sat against the wooden box.

She looked down at her hands, streaked with deep splinters from the wooden box and walls. Her eyes flared, “Light help me. What have I done?” She thought of her future husband, of her mother, of the church and the kingdom. She had betrayed them all. How could she have been so careless, ignoring McAllister’s signs of obvious danger? She pushed his cum from her ass with a bubbling spurt, stood, and walked back to the large fire pit in the center of town, her inner thighs warm and slick.

She gingerly took her seat next to McAllister. He clasped her shoulder and she looked up at him, he was smiling down at her as if they were lifelong friends. He held out a metal cup of ale. She took it. Her eyes burned into his and his smile faltered slightly. “McAllister,” her cheeks shook and her lips half snarled as she spoke, “I love you.”