Oberron wasn't concerned about cleaning her just yet. They were still busy after all and doing so now might defeat the purpose of having cleaned in the first place. Not to mention that he did not wish to brake away from what they were doing here and now, even if for an instant.

As Aegir he lacked most of the magic he had amassed as Oberron too and did nothing that was out of place. Even the taste of his essence had an illusionary nature too it, such had been the power of his illusions that he could even manipulate the taste of things as well as changing the substance of things.

Oh, he had been surrounded in pleasure, pressing his body against her exhausted one as her tits pressed against him as the tip of his larger shaft began to press into her mouth, a little deeper with each thrust.

Oberron felt her concern wash through her as realization hit upon her. It was a cycle beyond her control and the only way to be done with it was perhaps to sate them all at once. Even that was exhausting of course though he told her it would be over soon … of course another thought entered her mind, soon by whose standards? The fey concept of time had been different of course, vastly different it seemed.

Or had he meant soon by human standards? She would soon find out of course.

Her knees pressed closed as she wrestled with these sensations that came upon her. He brought his fingers against her nipples, enticingly though it had seemed impossible he showed her just how much of an advantage of having no bones it was as a tentacle pressed between her thighs and stretched showing her just how imossible it would be to bare him, not that she was trying of course for he could feel her mind and now her body as the tip of that tentacle grazed against her sex. He did not play with her though, he sought entrance into her, despite that weakness in her body … so he fibbed a little though it would not be long now.

He had not recovered from his first release and so he felt the bubbling of his own release building up already. He was going to cum again, and soon. The only question her was if he were going to burst inside her mouth or drench her face with his essence. Such a beautiful face … though he had to clean her up already …

He thrust quicker against her, the tip of his cock going deeper as he pressed it into her eager for that budding release.

Her tongue felt wondrful against him as always. She had little choice but to be obident as his shaft speared into her mouth faster now, that tentacle of his rubbing against her core albeit briefly as his cock wrenched out of her mouth, his essence blasted from the throbbing member to coat her face with the gush of his own release.

The tentacle inside her core jabbed into her core once more, twisted against it, then retracted from her body. He panted, his cocks all in full view and coated with his essence, the central one still spurtin forth his own seed which dribbled down to the floor of the cavern.

Mouth tendrils twitched as he gazed down upon her then. Now the fun really begins ...

Was he kidding? What did he mean?

Her body involuntarily rocked back and forth as he thrusted between her soft breasts, his cum was an effective lubricant allowing him to immediately set a forceful rough pace. Nearly finished? The words plagued her brain, because currently it seemed he would fuck her until her body simply broke under so much strain. Alynia gave up on trying to think of what he meant by his words as soon as his thumbs went to those sensitive peaks on her breasts. He rolled her nipples in small circles, flicking them slightly, exactly how he knew drove her crazy.

It appeared she was doing the same to him, as his massive shaft throbbed in the crevice of her hills. She groaned softly the constant vibrations of her mouth ran from the tip of his member up his spine. In truth, her throat was just as sore as the rest of her body. Her voice was scratchy and dry. She tried protesting a little as a tentacle prodded her dripping abused flower. Her hips wriggled weakly trying to get away. Her body wouldn’t be able to, it couldn’t. But despite her silent pleads, the tentacle shrunk until it was able to poke in between her closed thighs once again coaxing her legs back apart by running up and down her slit. She knew he would have done what he wanted anyway, besides trying to s top him would probably just increase the friction and make it that much more terrible for her in the end. It wasn’t a surprise as the tentacle pushed into her, her agonized cries were muffled as he continue to pound in and out of her mouth and breasts.

Why did it have to move? Why was the tentacle slowly rocking within her eliciting the most luscious restricted moans to sound around the cave? He knew she was sensitive, he knew she was on the verge of breaking. Alynia couldn’t even tell if she was cumming anymore, she was stuck on that sharp pinnacle of ecstasy. Could she even have another orgasm, she wasn’t so sure. Perhaps Oberron would like to find out.

At least he was getting closer, this much she could recognize. The way his shaft pulsated told her this much. After being with him for so long Alynia could now tell herself when a man was reaching his peak. So, channeling in her willpower, Alynia sped up. She sucked a little bit harder, her head bobbed up and down with his thrusts; her tongue wrapped and swirled around him as if trying to swallow as much of him as she could. Oberron in return showed no mercy as he shoved himself deeper and deeper into her hot mouth, trying to reach his looming climax.

She tried to relax her muscles, burying her head into her own large breasts trying to take in as much as she could. Alynia expected him to cum within her mouth, and so she prepared to swallow as much as she could. Her breasts, face, and thighs were already covered with his essence so certainly she didn’t need anymore on her. But clearly her husband disagreed. To her surprise, right as he reached that finish line he jerked his shaft out of her mouth.

Instinctively, she gasped, her body trying to take in as much oxygen as it could, but it got a lot more than just air. She winced and closed her eyes as Oberron’s seed spurted all over her face. A good amount of it went into her open mouth; she gagged slightly but swallowed anyway what she could. Her teeth gritted, as she groaned. The tendril in her core pushed in one more time before spiraling out of her drawing out a thin trail of her juices.

She was like erotic artwork. Her beautiful face smeared with semen, her expression desperate, worried, and lustful at the same time. Her hands were still bound by two of his tentacles, her body slackened, exhausted. Her eyes went to his three cocks, then up at his monstrous face. Her eyes were wide with horror, her mouth open with disbelief. For a moment Alynia appeared as if she was going to beg him to stop. But they both knew she wouldn’t deny him. “B-be gentle.” She pleaded quietly. “I can barely stay on my knees...” she told him breathlessly. But Alynia knew she didn’t have to stay on her knees to please him. Her body was so light, he could manipulate her anyway he wanted so that she would barely have to do anything. Unless her husband was feeling merciful, Alynia would just have to endure. She lowered her head obediently, looking at the floor of the cave which was wet with all of his and her juices. Alynia wondered what he was going to do to her, and if she would be able to handle it.

He could tell that she was exhausted, hanging on by sheer will and determination. It was touching that she attmpted to endure so much for him, and while his word was usally good, he was portraying the state that he was so long ago, where promises were only good if he decided to keep them, when he was unseelie his word was still his bond of course though it was not easily given and often he would pervert the meaning to the best advantage that he could seize in a given opportunity.

Of course, Alynia didn't seem to mind or rather she was not complaining about it. Perhaps she would think on that later, perhaps even ask him about that and why he was able to get away with it now. Was it because they had no offical promise or agreement? Were the fey capable of perverting words or braking their agreements once made?

She knew that her husband took to bargains, games and rules rather seriously even when it pained him. The same went for his word though it was not often that any fey gave it she had yet to see one brake it either.

So he went to work on her breasts, his tentacle flickering inside her body with each thrust of his emblazed member in her mouth. That moist wetness sealed around him, not quite as pleasant as that sweltering core of hers but nearly so it his opinion. Besides the flick of her tongue gave her greater control in pleasing him as it moved around him as it was doing … maybe he was a bit hasty with that thought, perhaps he enjoyed her mouth equally as much.

His eyes gazed down at her, his head canting back as his eyes closed and he let out a delicious groan.

Indeed he would like to find out some of her limits, though he felt that today he might not be able to, feeling that heat begin to spread through his body which told him what to expect. She was exhausted no doubt though he had been impressed with her willingness to perserve against t he delightful pleasure that was rippling through her as he sought out all those sensative portions of her body, searching out that right spot to touch upon, to throb against just as he was now throbbing in her mouth, a dab of pre-cum collecting at the tip of his being.

Smeared fully with his cum, their juices soaking into the ground Aegir gazed down at her then. He could senses her exhaustion but at the same time her eagerness to continue to sate his lusts. As her head remained bowed her slapped one of her ass cheeks, hard though not hard enough to hurt.

[color=#BF0000][i]When have I not been gentle with you unless you deserved to be 'punished'. Did she ever deserve to be punished, well yes and no … she was obident like he loved about her of course and rarely did anything wrong, especially on purpose, especially when it would draw his ire. She was not like that, and while occassionally she misbehaved it was all part of a game in which it was expected if only to obtain some of his attention.

But now he reached down to her chin, not the rubbery hand of Aegir but the fleshy hand of Oberron that tilted her head back up to meet with his violet eyes. Gone had been the illusion though he was still gloriously naked. He grinned at her then.

“No, Aly, I still think we ought to try it in a volcano some time and if I brake you now then we'll never get to it later,” he chuckled, snapped his fingers and was attired in his green clothes again. “Hm, maybe I should let you go around like this until morning ...”

He waved his hand in front of him at the look that he knew that comment would obtain. “I was kidding, by the Gods Aly,” he chuckled aagain, not taking any protests all too serioisly, knowing that even now there were some things that appauled her senses though how often did she see a cum drenched fey in the halls of the castle? Zero to date … of course a few years was nothing to the fey so how rare was it? It could be a common occurance but happen years a part as far as she knew.

“No, let's get you cleaned up.” He snapped his fingers again and the cum was gone, her naked body refreshened up and cleaned a bit. Then he riffled through attire, trying unusual clothes on her first for his own amsement it seemed. She would look good in anything but he then shifted his focus to more conventional attire before settling on a yellow evening gown, a dress that was beyond a commoner but not to flashy either.

The shoes she was given by Oswald had been next though he had to alter their color to match, they were not like the others that automatically change color based on what she was wearing to automatically match her attire.

“Yeah, Alynia ...” Oberron paused, then grinned as if he were about to divulge a sexual thought to her. “Have I told you ...” he paused, the grin fading a little as he gazed into her brown eyes for a secon longer, “... that I love you?”

"Ow!" She exclaimed as he hit her once on her rear. It didn't hurt too much, there was a small sting but it vanished as quickly as it registered. It was mostly the surprise that caused her to cry out. Alynia pouted, but she was too weak to retort. Yes, he was always gentle with her, treated her body like it belonged to goddess, of course unless he was aiming to punish her... Then again what had really ever truly deserved any of that either? Alynia was too weary to bring this up, she was feeling a bit catious as well, just in case he planned on continuing. She didn't want to give him any reason at all, especially now, to 'punish' her.

Suddenly as she lifted her gaze from the floor, she felt those tentacles wrapped loosely around her wrists slither away. Without tension keeping her up right she collapsed onto the ground. Alynia lay there weakly on the floor, covered in his essence and her sweat. Her breaths her slow and deep, as if making up for lost oxygen before he continued. But then she noticed, hand that reached down to stroke her face was not rubbery and mauve.

Alynia's eyes widened with realization, as he gently lifted her chin. The worry of whether or not she was going to be able to keep up with him washed away in an instance. The corners of her lips softened into a relaxed smile. Her brown eyes gazed into those breathtaking purple irises. A hint of a blush stained her cheeks for she had almost forgotten how handsome he was.

Her husband was watching her with that mischievous grin on his face, drinking in her delicious naked form. Perhaps it pleased him because Oberron knew it was only he who could drive into such a state, he was the only man she would let touch her like he had. It flustered her a bit that she had let things go as far as they had.

Even as Alynia lying on her side so fragile and so weak, Oberron was already thinking ahead. She laughed softly in disbelief, to her it seemed that he only stopped his assult because he knew she would not be able to handle any more. For this she was thankful. Her reaction to his next words was anticipated too "You wouldn't-" she had tried to protest with a stubborn expression though her body was still a bit too tired to move.

Alynia looked away flustered as he dressed, he knew her so well. "You know exactly how I'm going to respond to suggestions like that. Yet you tease me anyway." She pouted as he snapped his fingers to dress her self. Very slowly and cautiously she pulled herself up to a sitting position. Her body ached all over, she winced slightly in pain as she moved herself. Her body felt like lead, heavy and foriegn. Had he really put her through all that strain? She could not remember a time when she had been so physically exhausted.

Her body still tingled too. She would surely be sensitive for a while. Alynia sighed in the after glow of sex. "Thank you." She muttered as he snapped his fingers, and just like that the essence covering her evaporated leaving her soft skin feeling fresh and renewed. Alynia's hand went up to her own face as if confirming it was all gone.

Then he dug through clothing options. Alynia liked it when Oberron dressed her. It made sure that she was wearing something he liked. Though now it seems he was having bit of fun. Taking advantage in her current delicacy he first made her put on a plethora of clothes that certainly she would never wear outside of their bedroom.

Some scandalous leafy numbers she had seen nymphs wear before, her previous school uniform, was that a bunny costume he just put her in? Oberron certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, and Alynia was just as amused, so she made no motion to stop him. Finally he settled on a lovely yellow dress and then changed the shoes still on her feet from the fiery red to yellow to match what she was wearing. Alynka always admired his taste when he dressed her. He seemed to know what she liked. Nothing to bold nor revealing, at the same time elegant and flattered her figure.

Oberron leaned in just a bit closer to her, she was still sitting down. She blushed before he could even say anything having a feeling he was either going reveal something dirty, or something immensely romantic. And she was right. Alynia was blushing before, but the pink hue increased tenfold at his words. Her hand reached up resting gently on his cheek, for a second she stroked his face lovingly, her fingers traced down to his jaw and the. his collar bone and seized the collar of his shirt. With unexpected strength, and unexpected passion she seized his shirt pulling him down toward her, and she gave him a smoldering kiss. Hopefully Alynia could show what she feeling, there weren't enough words to say how much she loved him back. She told him anyway, as they broke apart after a long while. "Yes, you remind me whenever you can." She replied with a smile kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

Very slowly, using him as support, she drew herself into a standing position. She wobbled, struggling to maintain her balance on those quivering legs. Alynia leaned into him for support, pressing her chest against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him into another heart stopping kiss. "But I don't tell you nearly enough how I feel in return." Alynia sighed looking up at him sincerely. "I love you Oberron." She told him sweetly pecking him on the lips. "More than I could ever tell you through words."

Clearly it was a stark change, what he was and what he was now as he seized her chin and made her look up into those violet eyes of hise, eyes that were perhaps the greatest change. Where before they were white a devoid of life, difficult for even an unseelie fey to read. Now, his eyes were warm and full of life reflecting her smile in them, her blush …

For a moment he regarded her in that moment, subservient, and erotic looking covered in his own essence. Yes, she needed to be cleaned …

She protested of course, as he expected but for an instant he imagined her being paraded around the castle smeared in his essence, now if that wasn't a statement that she was his he didn't know what would be! She would eventually forgive him too … how could she have stayed mad at him for too long? She was human after all and even at the worst of times they didn't remain mad for all that long right? Not the centuries that fey could retain their anger of course.

Oberron of course would not do too much to embarrass her with outside comapany. Everyone throught the kindom already knew that she was his, and thos that forgot like Phebers were promotly put in their place.

He grinned, he knew how she was going to react to his musings. He gazed at her as she thanked him, then chuckled as she touched her face confirming that he indeed cleaned her off completely and that there was no one around. “Don't you trust me. Well I'm shocked but I'll have to teach you later ...”

He winked at her. “You're welcome ...” he responded as he cleaned her up a little then went through his clothing options. She would look great in anything, of course he knew that there were thingsw that she just wouldn't wear at all. Still he marveled in seeing her in them even if it were briefly.

He tended to dress her like a queen and not a slut unless it was something for the bedroom of course that no one else would see. He knew that she was still a bit self conscious in matters and that she probab ly still will be for years to come if not all her life. Certain things were hot wired inato her so unless he forced her then it was unlikely to change …. he also considered exposing her to others in undressed states so it became normal to her without being too embarrassing as she was challenged in her thinking and gradually came to accept it. A decision for another time of course …

He did not resist her of course as she pulled him down, that kiss brillant as it moved against his lips. He melted against her, seizing her hips in that drawn out kiss that left him smiling at the end as she parted from him. He heard the return confession that he was already aware of and nodded.

“Just making sure you have not forgotten.” He stated with a smile.

Oberron smile at her as he was drawn up and entered into another kiss. Her words caused him to smile again. Aegir, cloaked beneath this illusion in her mind was grinning as well, drawn into this world it was clear that she had been drawn into this world greatly, that he might reveal the nature of this place sooner than he thought. He would still send her back to the school on occasion so that she came to be relieved at what this place had to offer though he had no desire to do that any time soon. She would make a good slave … the sex wasn't bad at all but more importantly he enjoyed being idolized, in having her reaffirm her love towards him or rather the illusion he had generated. He had already revealed that that he was Oberron though he changed his true nature a bit to fit with the elaborate story line he created. He enjoyed this world though, much of it was her own creation, elements that he drew from stories she had read or movies she watched. He changed things her and there to work and used elements that he had achieved from the minds of other students. She had Nell to thank for most of it for she was the daughter of a romance novelist who set things of her books in fantasy settings from time to time so he used some of that now.

Still, years ago he was far less creative than this, he would not really have been capable of doing this on his own. He did so now with a little bit of help but came to enjoy the whole creation process especially since Alynia was finding herself absorbed in this place. Oh, there was so much to come of course, he never thought that he would truly be finished with this place.

And he made it seem real by changing things to. People learned from their experiences or mistakes, others passed on but left their marks such as Charon and others like Phebes resisted the way things had been established. Clearly all elements that occurred in real life, nothing remains static, nothing.

Oberron snapped his fingers again generating a bed in the cavern. He could not resist letting his hands roam over the curve of her breast a little then he picked her up by the waste moving her to the bed where he laid her down. Apparently he did not ignore her state as he sat down on the bed gazing at her, letting a hand stroke against her side lovingly.

“You need to rest a little. There is no hurry of course and here is as good as any place as else.”

Alynia looked away, she knew he was picturing her probably lead around on some leash, naked and blushing, covered with his thick white cum. She was blushing out of embarressment now. Just the thought of it was a bit too much for her. He always threatened her with such ideas. To lead her around in front of others naked, to have his way with her in front of a crowd, to invite others to touch her too. Alynia wondered if he was ever going to act upon any of these threats.

Most of her would never want that, not in a lifetime. Alynia was a good girl and she seldom gave her husband too many reasons to punish her. Sure there were the games they played and sometimes he simply just bended her words as an excuse for punishment, but nothing that would go as far as to warrant her such humiliation. But there was a part of her that had been tainted with his lust. It was that part of her that derived this guilty pleasure from such pictures formed in her head. To be so exposed and so open... It excited her. Of course Alynia would never tell him that even though there was a good chance he already knew.

She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "And what reason do I have to trust you?" Alynia mused. "Always making me play those one sided games." She laughed and kissed him on the lips again. "Maybe I only stay with you simply because sex with you is simply mind blowing." Alynia suggested light heartedly kissing him again on the lips. She was kidding of course, not about her husbands skill in the bedroom, but certainly she loved him for many more reasons than that.

His smile made her heart flutter, and it made her wonder once more how she had won over such a man. All the time they had been married (a relatively short time for him, but a rather long time for her) he had been so faithful, so compassionate to only her. He didn't have to be either, Alynia knew that he was popular among many women in both Avalon and Llynoria. He was kind, strong, and handsome. Not to mention, a king! Yet he had never once made Alynia doubt his feelings toward her, she only hoped he also understood how much he meant to her. How deeply attached and imbedded she was in this intricate illusion was simply wonderful.

She smiled in relief as she heard he soft clink of a bed appear in the cavern. Alynia was exhausted, an even though the rain outside certainly had diminished to a light shower, he did not insist they go outside. A soft squeak left her lips as he scooped her tired body up with ease, and yes she did take note of his hand massage the curve of her breasts, but she did not call him out on it. She had missed his gentle ministrations, so she relished his soft touch.

Oberron set her gently down on the soft bed and sat down beside her. His hand was running absent mindedly along her side. She let out a sweet sigh of content, humming happily. Oberron was never in a rush, he had all the time in the world. And so did she. How was time ever an issue when you were basically immortal?

"A little?" She repeated pretending to be shocked. "It's entirely your fault if I'm not able to walk for a week!" Alynia exclaimed with a weary smile. Even though her body was still limp and sore, it wasn't too much of a problem. There were probably some drink she could take that would make her as good as new.

A weak hand raised up tugging slight on his shirt. "Lay with me." She muttered tiredly, and once he did she did not hesitate to press herself close to him. She planted a line of soft innocent kissed on his neck and jaw. Her hand rested on his chest. It was nice just being with him like this. Being close to her king made her feel warm and happy. She loved the way he smelled, the fresh earthy scent she had come to associate with him.

Alynia's eyes closed. She wasn't sure if she was tired physically because of her sore body or if she was going to fall asleep. Either way she suddenly remembered she was still leaving for that mission tomorrow. She sighed at the thought. For a moment of silence Alynia listened to the pitter patter of the warm summer rain. "Are you sure you can't come with me tomorrow?" She whispered already knowing the answer. Alynia knew she had to go without him, but she didn't want to part. She wanted to stay beside him forever.

That was just the thing, was Oberron kidding, was he just teasing her because it was so easy or did he actually mean something by it that one day he just might do these things to her? He had occassionally tormented her in such a way hrough illusions as if there would be no lasting danger there but just as embarrassing until she realized that something was not real.

One day though something might have been real. She realized that he was a bit possessive of her in that he let nothing threaten her, so would he wind up sharing her one day or giving her to someone for their use given the fey philosophy that sex had not mattered, well sex with non unseelie …

Oberron already knew of her unspoken fantasies. Aegir knew, he could read minds after all though it was rare that he was cruel he tended to hold back a lot. Would it occur in the future? Probably, he tended to weave guilty pleasures into things but he was also playing a role here too, he was portraying Oberron as a sweet and caring fey that easily went out of his way for Aly even at risk to himself.

He portrayed him like that though he also foreshadowed other elements too, such as the fey not being concerned with sexual coonections only emotional ones, the constant teasing was to remind her of these things on a constant basis, to make her infused with a little fear for it but excitement at the same time.

“Well,” he grinned, “if you're only sticking this out for the sex I wouldn't mind. By the time I would get bored of you, Aly you would have been long since dead … even if you were fey ...” He grinned at her as he returned her kiss. He would not get bored of her or discard her, that much had been evident of course. He did seem to mull something over in his mind, one of those rare non sexual thoughts that he had from time to time.

“Hm … I'll explore that when you return I think ...” he studied her for a moment as if he were pondering something. She knew not to ask his mind too often given his thought process but he eluded to the fact that he wasn't considering anything too bad.

She would probably see Oswald before he did. “Ask Oswald about Phantasm when you see him, he will understand … I may need him soon ...” but he pressed the thought away suddenly for another time, refraining from speaking further of it even if she asked.

Oberron knew her feelings and thoughts since Aegir knew. Now he did not say anything to the effect of knowing though Oberron tended to be very 'observant'. He had reasons for doing as he did, directed by Aegir Oberrron was devoted to her because she was devoted to him, her human sensibilities, that had made him adapt Oberron to fit her image of romantic love, that was what was necessary to draw her into this world, to give her something to love just as he had fashioned Gersham for her to hate and fear.

No world seemed real without challenges and these opposites so he had formed them to make matters seem real to her. It was elaborate, all this, though it was clear that he wished to possess her fully and thus started with her mind … he could not truly possess her until she graduated but if he had won over her mind by then it was most of the battle …

“Only a week? I must be loosing my touch ...” he grinned, though their concepts of time were different and a week to him was relatively short he knew what she had meant, in fact they had similar terms amongst the fey. He continued to let a hand lazily sweep against her side as he spoke to her.

“How can I turn down that invitation?” He laid down next to her, their bodies pressed close together as they exhanged warmth. His hand dipped beneath her neck drawing her closer to him.

“Oh, I could go with you Aly but my presence their sort of defeats the purpose. I don't need the experience of these things after all and it is to be a learning experience for you. I will give you the stones like I said so we can stay in touch until you get back last time it did mot take that long, two or three days at most before you'd be heading back to the castle.”

Alynia could only hope he wouldn't tire of her. Sometimes she doubted if she did enough please him, but it was words like these that gave her the notion that he enjoyed her for who she was. She smiled into that kiss. Alynia was not aware that he would not get bored of her because she was changing too.

Every time, how ever little, Alynia became more response, more sensitive and willing to his touch. This behind the curtain training she was receiving was slow, but evident. Certainly a year or two ago, Alynia would have never accepted Oberron's previous form. But now it was only a matter of time before she craved such rough attention again. But first her body needed to heal from this today's escapades.

She shrunk timidly under his questioning glance, he was thinking to himself and Alynia knew better than to ask about what... But he always did this too her. She knew perhaps there was a good chance it was a dirty thought, an idea that would make her stutter and blush. But still she wanted to ask.

There were also other times when he teased her with words, where what he was thinking was not sex related. When it was instead a newfound realization about her or simply some romantic thought he kept to himself. Alynia thought it wasn't fair he was so good at hiding his thoughts, especially when he was so good at reading hers.

Oberron also knew she was a rather curious girl. Perhaps this is why he taunted her with information almost as much as sex. She wanted to know, but only when he seemed ready to share. "What's phantasm?" She asked him as he laid down next to her. She was less confident than not he wouldn't answer her, not entirely atleast.

Alynia made a mental note, she would bring up the topic with Oswald. Now she really hoped it wasn't anything too dirty. Why wouldnt her husband just tell her. She then reminded herself she would have to get the brownie a portable hole too, when ever she could. Yeah, Alynia wanted to make sure she recalled that for tomorrow. She had made somewhat of a binding agreement, and she didn't want to go against any fey condition while she was queen.

"I can assure you that you are anything but loosing your touch." Alynia reassured him, whispering lovingly into his ear. She kissed the pointy tip of one of his long earns gently, her movements deliberatly slow. "I can still feel it now." Alynia admitted, squeezing her knees together for emohasis. That aftermath of such intense sex coursed through her. A warm plesant feeling that was simply fantastic. His hand swept sweetly along her form causing her to let out a gently sigh. She loved it when he pressed her just a bit closer to him, as if he didn't want to let her go.

Alynia buried her face into his chest, curling herself up slightly. She was happy to hear that there was a good chance her mission wouldn't last too long, but they had no for sure way of telling how long they would be apart. It was comforting to know she'd atleast still have a way to speak with him. There was a relaxing silence that came over the air as Alynia's head rested against his chest and her eyes blinked closed. "We said we would go find Mezzo right?" She muttered quietly remember events from earlier in the day. It was getting later in the day so she wasn't sure if there was enough time to kind to Reef Master goblin before she had to leave, but then again it was still drizzling outside. The clouds that blocked the sunlight made the sky look darker than it really was.

Perhaps later the could set out. He had put her in such a lovely dress it was unlikely he intended to stay in this cavern for the rest of the day. (As lovely as that would be) For now Alynia wanted to rest besides him, very gradually she drifted off into a light sleep. Her body had unconsciously decided that a short nap wouldn't hurt. In fact it could only benefit her while her body was in such a weak, exhausted state.

He liked that innocence, yes she had been changing a little though it was slow and gradual. Oberron induced that state within her and though he enjoyed her now he would still accept her then. He might have liked her best now of course though had she changed he doubted that his mind set would change too much either, shifting with that change. Had she lost that innocence then he had figured that she would become a little more playful too and rather than being afraid or embarrassed by most things then she may join in and even tease back a little.

He was Oberron of Storms, sometimes he was caught up in a poweful rage, sometimes he had been even tempered, he could be at any extreme at any moment though she tended to mellow her out. When she was endanger though he was capable of great rages even when that danger had passed.

Oberron had realized the slow change within her, the gradual acceptance of matters. He was fey, she was not so he was more patient and could afford to wait. He might have teased her, and often at that, though he never rushed her but rather let her gradual come to terms with something especially when he mentioned something often enough. Certainly it was to get her use to certain concepts … or get her thinking of one thing over the other …

Oberron was indeed good at keeping his thoughts isolated in that she found it tough to determine when his thoughts had been sexual in nature or not. There were no tell tale signs that tip her off one way or another. He had been use to keeping his thoughts concealed while holding court so that he did not tip his hand, it would do no good if his subjects could predict his mind after all. Some had tried, some have succeeded and some had failed …

But she asked him, and there was only so much he could keep from her at this stage. Oswald was likely to tell her more and the brownie was quite astute at piecing matters together. He turned, faced her and grinned. He studied her for a moment knowing all too well of her curious streak, knowing that it was more likely than not that she would ask him.

“I suppose Oswald would just tell you anyway … Phantasm is a weapn that shattered into shardes. It was the weapon of Oberon, the original Oberon that is. It is most unusual … I will not get into all the details just yet but the weapon is in four parts, well three now one has been destroyed.

“I never needed to pay attention to what he did with it before. It might be destroyed, it might be gone after all this time I never really had to pay much attention to it since I haven't had a use for it in about eight thousand years either.”

There was obviously more but all in time, she might not even consider a few things though he doubed it. He did not want to get her hopes up too by mentioning something to her only to have that option removed. He wondered though …

It was pleasing to know that he hadn't lost his touch. He grinned a little stroking the back of her head as she leaned into his chest. “I', glad you think so, Aly.” But he was silent until she mentioned the Reef Master. He doubted that she was up to searching for the goblin just now and if they waited too long she would have to depart in the morning.

“I will find him in the morning when you leave unless you are adamant in finding him today. If we are to find him it would have to be soon that we get to it … things sort of got changed around, I didn't intend on showing you my original form until later tonight ...”

They still had time to look for the goblin if that was what she wished. He was unaware of how much energy she had and how long they would have after she had rest. Already as he looked upon hearing the slight change in her breathing he had found that she was asleep. Yes, today had been a bit much for her but she endured it all. He smiled and stroked the back of her head as she slept contining to rest beside her.

It was a good thing Oberron or rather Aegir relished her innocent demure. There was little doubt that such a trait would stay with her until the day she died. Yes, slowly she was accepting more and more of the games Oberron played with her, the suggestions and ideas he proposed to initiate. Yes, she was much more lenient than before on terms of sex but still, she never failed to blush at the smallest things.

Her expression always appeared to be so pure, even if that was the complete opposite of what she was doing. Her innocent nature was a part of her, so no matter how much training Aegir secretly put her through, it was unlikely that would ever change.

Like just now, she pouted slightly at his grin. It was like he already knew she was going to ask, so with hold off information with suspense? Alynia blinked with interest at what she heard. The Phantasm was a weapon? Not just a weapon, a part of a weapon. Alynia was silent as she mused about the function of such a device, and why it would interest her. But what he told her was enough to satisfy her curiosity for the time, she tucked the plan to ask Oswald about it later too. Alynia tilted her head, watching with soft tired eyes as Oberron's thoughtful expression. Just what on earth was goin in in his brain, Alynia wanted to know, but she knew by now that sometimes it was better no to ask.

"It doesn't matter when we go." She muttered quietly regarding Mezzo. Stubbornly she didn't want to seem too tired, by it was more than easy into tell that she was exhausted and worn out. Before she even realized it, Alynia had drifted into the realm of sweet sleep.

It was some time before her eyes blinked open. Very groggily she awoke, her hand was clutching Oberron's, her head was buried in his chest. "Oberron?" She mumbled quietly hoisting herself up slightly to see if he was awake or asleep.

Her body felt strangely limp as if it didnt belong to her. Yet all of her limbs responded to her commands. it wasn't painful, bit perhaps still a bite sore. Alynka stretched slightly, arching her back pushing her chest out trying to regain some more sensation in her spine. But because somehow during her nap her hand had interlocked with his she couldn't move all too much. At the same time she didn't want to let go.

Alynia rolled over, so she was ontop of him, straddling him in a more cute than erotic way. Finding she had a bit more control of her own movements, she swooped down planting slow amorous kisses along his neck and jawline. If he wasn't awake before, slowly she coaxed his eyes open with her wandering lips ghosting over his face and torso. Alynia was smiling as she gently placed a kiss on his lips. "I had the most wonderful dreams." She told him, "and you were in every single one of them."

She gave him a cute grin, definatly sleep had done her well. "What time is it?" She wondered out loud, sitting up so that her knees were still on either side of him and turning her head to the cave entrance. She wasnt sure how long she had been sleeping, perhaps the night had already passed and it was day. Alynia felt she had rested up enough that they would atleast be able to walk back to the castle, perhaps even try to find their blue skinned goblin friend and take him back within the walls as well if there was time for that.

Aegir delighted in this innocence, in indoctrine her into matters that wouldn't frequently come up. Things that challenged her thinking though he had yet to really force the issue he was slowly getting her use to certain elements so if they did occur she would have been more than ready for them.

It was like he was doing with her while she was still had the school, slowly drawing her into this realm to hopefully make things much easier for him later on. He was patient and thus did not mind waiting years for something to occcur.

He saw into her mind of course, those surface thoughts, how she turned over what he said in her mind. He sensed her thoughts just as he knew that she would not press him for more information about the matter. Nor did she ask follow up questions for she had known at this point that everything came with time. He tended to reveal all the answeres to her questions up front though on occasion he had left snipets off for another time as he was doing now.

She would pick Oswald's brain about it and make discoveries about the matter no doubt. But for now she needed to rest, not be shocked by another matter, though he doubted that she would be displeased, just shocked at what he was thinking.

Even as she voiced her opinion on Mezzo Oberron could see that she was exhausted, that she was drifting off and he barely had time to tell her they would start looking for the goblin after she rested a little. Of course he knew that she was going to drift off which was fine by him if she did so.

It gave him some time to plan out what he had slated next to occur to her in her adventures. Clearly he figured the next big thing was either finding Mezzo or speaking with Oswald, though he had not planned on anything big happening with the search for Mezzo he thought about a little foreshadowing. Mezzo was stronger now she had heard, a guerilla fighter, maybe he'd show that off or foreshadow other elements that he was planning between the elves and dwarves. Aegir considerd the options available to him at the moment, and there were a few surprises that were going to be occoring soon too..

Indeed Oberron was awake when she asked for him though he was relaxed at her side. “Good morning, Aly ...” and as those words stroke her he assured her that he was kidding that she had only slept for about two hours or so.

He wasn't about to question the playful mood of his wife as she shifted atop him, the plethora of kisses calling to him.

Oberron smiled at her, returning some of her kisses. Someone was perhaps interested in round two, though he had been kidding about that earlier he found that there was a tingling sensation that spread out from his loins as she laid atop her. His hands settled on her hips then, rubbing against them as he returned those kisses with his own.

“Sex … you must have been dreaming about sex then if I were in them,” Oberron laughed. “Do you wish to tell me about them?”

As she later sat atop him his hands stroked her hips as he looked up at her. “I think it's about dinner time, you haven't been asleep too long, an hour or two. Since it's summer we should still have three hours or so before it begings getting dark.”

Her eyes slowly blinked open; it took a bit to clear her brain of the after fog of sleep. She stretched and yawned, what a wonderful nap. Looking to her husband, she gave him a smile.

She was feeling a bit vivacious, and there was no reason to suppress such a feeling. So she sat on top of him, delivering slow warm kisses to his open skin. Her hands placed themselves on his chest, while his went to massaging her hips. He kissed back to, tiny butterflies took flight in her stomach, for she loved the sensation the innocent pecks of his lips could bring her. Alynia felt content, happy, and warm. She looked at him with a interesting expression, still finding it amazing how this man before her used to be, so long so long ago, was a beast. Some kind of fantastic monster.

Alynia still felt the pangs of soreness in her legs and that small buzz of sensitivity in her flower. She pondered briefly if she was up for round two, but she wasn’t so sure her body would hold up.

She laughed in return of his accusation and rolled her eyes. Had she dreamt about sex? Probably. But still she found it amusing how quickly her husband had jumped to that conclusion.

“I would if I remembered the entirety of them.” She stated tapping a finger to her chin, pretending to look thoughtful. “Yes, I think I remember some parts of it, I was certainly sitting on top of you, kind of like I’m doing now…” She mused with a grin grinding her hips into him slightly. “You were tied up again too…” Alynia thought out loud as her small soft hands briefly ran over his while they held her waist. “We might or might not have been wearing anything.” Alynia muttered, blushing only a tiny bit as she looked upward briefly. It was as if she was really trying to remember what was so obvious. “But I don’t recall what could have happened after that!” She laughed tinkled around the cavern.

She leaned over and planted a slower more passionate kiss on his lips. “Hmm, maybe we did something like this?” Alynia muttered kissing him lovingly on the neck. She sat back up shaking her head eyeing him with mischievous smile. “No, that doesn’t seem right. I simply just can’t remember.” She declared innocently. “Oh- well.” She sighed shrugging her shoulders with a grin.

Alynia kissed him one last time. Certainly she hoped teasing him a little would rile him up just a bit. Giving him something he could perhaps look forward too. It excited her as well, knowing that she was planting the suggestion in his head made that little bubble of anticipation rise just a bit. “Once I get back, could you help remind me what I was dreaming about? “ she asked cutely.

Alynia slowly got off him, sitting up so she could straighten herself up slightly. Her hands massaged her legs briefly, rubbing along them trying to get rid of the slight pain. She determined that she’d be able to walk. “For now, shall we go find Mezzo before heading back to the castle? It would be nice to see him again.”

As it was it was going to be hard sending her awa even for such a brief time but if she kept this up it was going to be extremely hard. He was fey after all and the expanse of time didn't affect him as it would her but yet he pined for her when they were apart. He never told her this, assumed she knew in some small fashion but didn't want to gush over her all the time, most of the time yeah but he did take the occassional brake more for her sake. She didn't need to be smoothered nor did he intend on letting her forget either.

But something got into his wife, though he was not complaining. Perhaps she was seeking to delay as long as possible. Perhaps she did not wish to go on this assignment. Well, he knew she didn't want to do it but because he asked it of her she would. She was eager to please after all and an easy read most times … well she did surprise him on occasion but that had always kept things interesting especially since she could lure him into a false sense of security where he would be so use to one thing before she touched upon another entirely or did something unpredictable. Never in a bad way of course, maybe unusual at times but what seemed rational to a fey and a human tended to be two different things at times.

He regarded her with a warmth as his fingers roamed against her hips. He was kissing her, then grinned at her. “It won't work … you're still going but why not convince me to bring you back after three … no two,” he amended when she kissed him a particular way … “days so it won't be too long.”

Yes, his mind was not unlike most fey and thus he made that immediate jump. His wife laughed at him of course then confessed the possibility. Well, he took the maybe as a yes … interested though he listened to her explain the scenario to him. So, she wanted to see him bound again? He was already semi hard as she swayed her hips atop him though he took a moment to gaze upon her those violet eyes staring up at her as a tiny flame ignited in his body.

“Oh, we did … that much is certain. This is me we're talking about and how often have I squandered such an opportunity? Especially if I were restrained and had to wait ...” perhaps he said a little too much there but it was out now so she was likely to take advantage of that when it was her turn to be in charge not that this displeased him of course he was just so use to holding most of the cards in their little games even when she was in charge he could manipulate a situation well enough most times or she'd try something different, grow embarrassed and relinquish it half way through.

“Tease … I suppose I should punish you for that,” he laughed as she drew her lips away from his neck. “My toys are back at the castle though ...” he grinned a little, she knew that he could conjure them here if he had wanted and perhaps he was teasing her back after such a delicious tease. The prospect with sex with his wife was always very enticing of course.

“One thing though, my hands are free now ...”

He leaned up kissing her shoulder where it joined with her neck. He had been so tempted to roll her over onto her back, press into her, though in a way he found this tease alluring too, then there was always the prospect of what she was going to do with it now, she wasn't leaving until the morning but he was uncertain if she would cave in here and now, tonight or wait until she got back making him wait in anquish over all that time.

Now or tonight he considered, she was never one to wait for long but if she made him wait for two days he would most certainly have to “punish” her for it. Next time he wouldn't relent until she was compltely exhausted.

But then she made her intention clear, surprising him as he was rarely surprised. So, she was intending to make him wait?

He raised a brow slightly then grinned. “I will be happy too though fair warning should you make me wait that long I most definitely will have to discipline you about it.” So he shifted things back to her, he would wait, but knowing that would she? She never seemed to mind his disciplinary methods before though as he always kept things within her comfort level.

“Fine,” he said as he stood acting as if he were hurt or offended by her decision. She had until the morning to change her mind after all though a part of him was hoping that she didn't. Either way he wouldn't be disappointed. “We shall find Mezzo.”

He held a hand out to her for her to take intending on assiting her to a standing position.

Her husband treated her well, that was for sure. Perhaps this was just Aegir's intention, flipping through her mind and memories like a book to create the perfect match for her to fall heads over heels for. Oberron was just the right amount of affectionate. Never too serious though never too flippant either. He was both clever and handsome... she smiled softly simply at the thought. The fact that he was fantastic on bed helped too.

She sighed propping herself up to peer at him, "You know once I go, I won't let myself leave until I've finished or almost finished the assignment." Alynia pointed out, "we can only hope that it would only take two days." She muttered between those light kisses knowing that a few days should only be about a second to they Fey. "But as soon as I feel that I can return, I will." She assured him.

Alynia smiled, "I only tease because I know you enjoy it." She reasoned. If she didn't flirt back occasionally she would just be swept up in his games, his teases. Playing along was her way of telling him she was okay with everything he did with and to her, telling him she liked it. And so over time, Alynia learned to enjoy to be playful too.

She bit her lip at the mention of those evil little devices back in the castle dungeon. 'Punishment' was a word that never failed to send those delightful shivers up her spine. She didn't know if it was fear or anticipation, most likely it was a combination of both.

Most of the time when Oberron talked about punishment it was never real punishment because he knew she secretly enjoyed it so much. Real punishment was much more rare, much more serious. Those were the things he only did when she had misbehaved, intentionally or not. Alynia did the best she could to avoid these, but not even she could completly escape his wrath.

He would never hurt her, too much. It was mostly things that embarressed her, things that she would never let him do to her otherwise.

But right now it was very evident he was just being playful. She let out a barely audible sigh of pleasure as his lips worked against that sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder. Alynia blinked innocently, she could practically hear him debating whether or not he should flip her over right now and have his way... But he didn't.

Alynia put on a thoughtful expression, she was intending to wait until she got back from that assignment but her mind wavered as he mentioned discipline. Thankfully, he accepted before she really had to decide. Oberron probably was looking foward for a chance to be especially rough with her since she "deserved it". If Alynia didn't enjoy such attention, she certainly would have pointed out how unfair this entire system was, but she relished such moments as much as he did. So Alynia played along.

Alynia gingerly took Oberron's hands standing up. She tripped into slightly, but overall she was a lot more stable than she thought she would be. That was a good thing. Together, the walked outside. It probably was drizzling, but it was so light Alynia couldn't tell. Though the heavy rain had stopped the grass was still slick with water and droplets of beaded rain clung onto leaves making tree sag due to water weight. In the air was the smell of fresh rain.

"Where shall we begin looking?" Alynia wondered outloud. In her mind she was trying to picture various maps of Llynoria she had studied while in Avalon... Mezzo would probably be near a borderline or neutral territory for goblins. She also remembered that goblin skin tone also had to do with the environment of their home lands. Mezzo was blue and Alynia vaguely remebered that meant some coastal area. But she could not recall a coastal goblin tribe anywhere around here... Besides it was unlikely that Mezzo would go back to his tribe after running away to live in the castle. Where could've that little fellow gone?

Clearly Aegir could see into her mind. Her aspirations, her hopes and desires. He could see her ideal match as well as those hidden desires too. He created Oberron though the Oberron he created and his natural state where close. Oberron was more relaxed and playful than he was but Aegir found that he fell into a playful state with ease while in her presence. Thus while this may have been “fake” the persona of Oberron wasn't much of a stretch from the truth.

Of course Alynia wasn't aware of what was going on or that she was still in the forest sent out there to look for that flower to draw, to capture. Kim was with her too, though currently she was experiencing other adventures within the same illusion that he created.

He had no doubt that she would do the best that she could do but he nodded, then grinned. “The length of things depends on you and how long you wish to take, your decision is final, so if after a day or two you get bored you can always decide on a course of action.” He reminded or perhaps hinted. Land disputes tended to bore him, he had sat in on so many in his days that he was bored of them.

Yes, she had been playful, that was one thing that had come out throughout the years that hadn't been there not initially though it came quickly enough. He knew that she teased only when she had a reason to. He might not have always understood those moments at the time, he was pretty good at reading humans, Oswald was better having lived in close promoty to them.

He watched her eyes as he mentioned the possibility of punishment knowing full well of her mixed feelings towards that state. He grinned at her but at the same time left the matter up to her, warning her about the reprucussions of her game. It seemed that if she sought to tease him he was going to have fun twice, if not, well perhaps he would exhaust her since he would not have the opportunity to do so later on a second time.

His hand slid over her hip rubbing over her rump gently as his hand rippled over the fabric of the yellow dress she now wore. So sweet he could just eat her up but he refrained for the time being letting that tease go to work fully fpr he knew it would be all the more intense the next time around.

He knew that secretly she enjoyed a little discipline, especially since he tended to give her safe words so she had a way out of it and never took things too far. He was not a masochist after all but he did love tormenting her with embarrassment, he loved that innocence and challenging it was thrillling even if most of the time he made idle threats and comments.

Oberron said nothing at first as he walked with her, he did look at her to calculate those thoughts that had been pressing through her head. Yes, she was clearly trying to recall what she knew about goblins. She was so close with her reasoning, just a few things but Oberron let her mull it over a little first.

“Mezzo's tribe was defeated by the Rune Carvers and assamilated by them so there's little chance he could go back but his tribe loved the coasts, but there are no coasts near here so where would he likely go? He is allergic to certain flowers so there are a few glades that can be ruled out and with Puck sending him away and he being an outcast amongst the goblins her he has turned to guerrilla fighting so he's ...” Oberron paused, given Alynia a couple of clues though he let her work things out for herself when she could, he wasn't always going to be around when she considered something after all and so these little tutorials were good in a way. He could tell she was virtually there, she was considering all the right things as they walked on, Oberron staying at her side rather than leading than he stopped and look at her.

“So where is he likely to be I wonder ...”