Theo, Prequel Ch. 03: Forgiveness...

He kept walking. Humans were shit at stealth detection; all he had to was to walk softly.

**

"Inquisitor!" One of the scouts had dashed into her tent, where Arzama was praying. "Inquisitor Aurelia!"

The woman's face was a mask of wariness. "Yes, Malachi?"

"There is a male Dokkalf who just walked into the camp! He wants to talk to you!" His eyes were wide, his hand on his blade. He was surprised when his commander, the good old xenophobic bitch, suddenly smiled and donned a mask of complete politeness, inviting the heavily escorted dark elf to her tent with a wave and a handshake.

"Welcome, monsterkin."

Malachi looked like as if his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

"All of you are dismissed." She turned to Kha'yun, worried, surrounded by armed men and women.

"As for you, Dokkalf, rest assured I will not harm you or your kin as long as they don't raise arms against us. Be seated." She gently led him in, turning around and shouting."Malachi! Let no one enter. State business. Parameter around my command tent, diameter sixty meters! No one enters unless I say so!"

The rest of her guards reluctantly obeyed, looking at each other in confusion as they slowly filed out, setting a perimeter as they were told. Certainly the monster male would bargain with her, but why the secrecy? Rank-and-file did not care for monster dealings with Lescatie.

They didn't even mind if they had sex: Aurelia was a beautiful, but bitter woman.

Kha'yun now entered the tent, his earlier wariness and fear diminishing. He felt that the Oldest Gods, primordial entities of nature, accepted his offering. Smiling politely, relieved, he was seated across the small table in the opulent command tent. The blonde, tall human leader was looking at him with a wry smile:

"Now, let us talk business. I think we both know why we are here. Wine?"

Kha'yun stood inside, appraising his surroundings. His ears twitched in wariness of the woman,

"Um...thank you human. I'll take a goblet. Now, before I make my offer, I'd still like to know who exactly you are after." He smiled, trying politely to gain the upper hand.

"Fair enough. Theophilos." Arzama replied dryly, filling two goblets. She politely lifted the goblet to her lips, drinking before he started.

Kha'yun felt weird. He didn't deal with humans except with slaves and captures, but this was one different. Not small or weak, she could easily kill him with her bare hands, well-chiseled chin complementing her marble-white skin and blonde hair, with a bust that even put some interest in Kha'yun's mind. Her waist was hugged by flexible scale armor which was part of her plate mail, setting an incredibly alluring hourglass figure, legs clad in armor plates.

And she was seated in a seductive pose. Now THAT was unusual...and interesting.

She stood up, finishing her goblet, and went over to a chest of armor. Pulling a few straps, she simply let her armor fall, revealing a muscled, thick but alluring body hugged by a thin blue-white doublet tailor-made for a woman, now revealing even more.

Maybe humans weren't ugly, dumb brutes that were only good for labor. Of course, he could not ignore that she definitely was trying something on him. And he had to admit, human women were pretty in their unique way when properly groomed.

"Theophilos must be executed, I'll cut to the chase, dark elf," Arzama spoke brusquely. "Bring him and there is a reward. And I will skip the bargain for your village: I'll spare it. I'll even forget that two other blood mages escaped in this direction as long as you don't keep human slaves." Kha'yun's face brightened. That was going lucky.

"We don't keep slaves in Nidavellir. I assure you." He assured with an earnest smile.

"Perfect! I have a fat purse of purest silver for you too then." She smiled back, stretching, and easing her doublet a little. Her braided hair shone like gold in the torchlight.

Kha'yun's face was a sight to see. A human-hating Dokkalf supremacist was in a human's tent, surrounded by armed humans and in a clear position of thankfulness. He had really got himself into a submissive position, and Dark Elves HATED to be grateful or submissive. Yet he wanted to know SO badly...

"A question if I may, human." He reluctantly asked.

"Yes?"

"What did this young human do to you so badly, that you want him dead?" Kha'yun probed carefully, eyes slowly drifting to Aurelia's cleavage.

Aurelia was beautiful. *Very* beautiful. Though her face was marred by conflict and strife, her statuesque form was nearly unblemished, like a marble statue with few scratches. She sighed, looking towards the tent outside.

"I lost someone to him."

That boy was bad news, a true attractor of doom. Her strange attraction aside in his mind, Kha'yun now seriously eager to get him killed and be done with it. The longer Theo lived, the more lives he would waste, and Kha'yun realized he cared for non-Dark Elves too.

"And I have been lonely ever since." The blonde woman sighed. "I am cold, alone and tired. If he dies, I can have some peace at least..." She spoke coyly, something that started to ring alarm bells in our dark elf's brain. As she turned to smile at him, Kha'yun found the interior of the tent a bit too warm.

Doubly so when she discarded the goblets and took a swig from the bottle, eyes fluttering, offering it to the dark elf when done. Her heartbeats, breathing and skin temperature was extremely obvious to Kha'yun. Then the Inquisitor leaned forward...

...and asked.

"You served under Maou. I know that little scar. Some of his guards had a tattoo."

NOW it got interesting. Kha'yun looked at his neck, hissing in fear and covering it. Arzama just went on. "Army tattoo. You tried to burn it out." That just made him frown, uneasy.

"I offer no excuse if my army unit hurt your kin, human. It was the war, in the past." Arzama was obviously amused by his sudden defensive posture.

"You see, dark elf, I served in..."

And so they started exchanging war stories of the monster war, sometimes good, sometimes bad. And wine went like water when they spoke, chatted and finally, started to laugh.

**

The second bottle was finished when both were sitting close.

She scooted awfully close, looking in his eyes. Kha'yun, by no means ugly, doubly so due to his handsome race, found himself unable to resist to meet those lovely eyes. Here was a human woman before her, a far cry from the malnourished wretches that scooted afraid around his old army friends as camp slaves. He had killed humans, she had killed dark elves just as well.

And that made her strangely thick and curvy appearance, straining her clothes, even more of a forbidden fruit.

When she held his hands, he could not help but weakly protest, but squeeze back. "Wait...Aren't you disgusted by my kin?" The blonde inquisitor just laughed silently and made him stand up.

"Well, since so many humans can't help but taste the chocolate..." She held his face close to his, her lips half open, eyes half closed. "Of course..." Suddenly her eyes went wide, not losing her mirth. "I can tell that you wanted to rape me, and have you hung, or beaten. So..." She pressed her body awfully close to his. "Shall we do it the easy way, or the hard way?"

That made Kha'yun chuckle, and simply give up and enjoy the intimacy. "Oh, human...you can't believe how similar you sound like our women..."

Arzama grinned, and suddenly kissed him on the lips. His breath coming out of his nose in one big hiss, he obliged, hugging her tightly, his hands trying to untie her doublet and remove it.

"And you act like our men, dark elf..." Arzama smiled, kissing him again. "Chocolate..." She whispered, kissing his cheek, and suddenly, sucking the tip of his pointy ear. "Mmm..."

Kha'yun's mind was ablaze. He had just walked in to plead for his family's life, and now he was about to get in bed with the she-wolf of a human. He had to stifle a laugh when Arzama suckled his fingers and pressed her chest into his hands.

"Like what you see, dark elf? Your slender women can't bear a chest like that can they?..." She smiled, kissing his lips again.

Kha'yun realized he was chuckling. It felt so good to embrace and get intimate with a human woman, and a religious warrior, an Inquisitor, a nun in plate armor on top of that!

"Yes...You, human women, are something..." He found himself sucking a nipple, hands massaging the other large orb. Each felt like huge bags of nymph jelly under the soft white skin.

Arzama gasped, and let out a moan when his teeth bit a nipple. Suddenly, fear kicking in, Kha'yun took it out and was about to apologize when Arzama held his mouth open with a strong hand, squeezing his cheeks with one hand. "Don't you fucking stop. Aren't you dark elves sadists? Do it!"

"Wha..." Kha'yun stuttered. "You mean..."

"Hurt me."

Arzama's eyes showed only lust to a casual observer. But Kha'yun could not help but see an underlying agony beneath the tough warrior cleric, blue eyes slightly quivering with a hint of moisture.

Kha'yun's jaded, distant mind felt a twinge in whatever passed for a conscience inside the ex-mercenary's heart. But that didn't stop him from fondling and massaging the thick human's large bosom, every squeeze feeling like soft, yielding orbs. Also obliging, he swallowed and landed a slap on the woman's face.

He had to admit his hand hurt.

Arzama exhaled with a hiss, stripping herself, and almost forcibly, Kha'yun as well and pushing him to the portable bed with her prodigious strength. Kha'yun grunted when the soft bedroll embraced his spine.

"Gods, human, you are tougher than an Oni."

Arzama squeezed his throat, throwing her legs on him and seating herself on his lap. Her eyes had a mad haze, her body feeling like red hot coal on the dark elf male's lap. Her thick legs squeezed his sides, Arzama leaned, laid her large breasts on Kha'yun's own and whispered.

"And you are a human's bitch now. That slap was a mosquito bite."

Kha'yun somehow didn't feel distressed when she winked. He just smiled as Arzama gently shifted her hips, raised them, and started lowering slowly, a moan escaping her lips when he felt a very warm, and inviting sheath engulfing where it mattered the most.

"Oh, Gods..."

"I am your Goddess now..." Arzama giggled, delighting in uttering the worst blasphemies; she was a Reformist, they tolerated isolated outbreaks of sinning for a more righteous life.

When she started to move gently, Kha'yun forgot his loyalty to his wife momentarily and moaned just like "Arzama's bitch" when she roused a sensitive spot. Arzama pulled him close, whispering sweet promises, words and encouragements as he started to keep up with her hip gyrations.

"Jusst...like that...my sweet chocolate..." Arzama moaned, mouth open, head turned towards a full moon. He was adequate, he was handsome, and she was entitled to at least one little sinful night with a dying breed of humanoid; he was just her type. Toned, dark-skinned and faerie-like. His thin, male lips felt like candy in her mouth.

Their quiet moans luckily did not reach the guards, both kissing the voices away in each other's mouths.

**

Outside, two human men, one young, another middle-aged stood guard. The older one, a middle-aged ex-mercenary, now a knight scratched his stubble, combed his shaggy hair with his mailed fist, turning his head back and listening. He nudged his colleague, a much younger knight.

His accent carried the chaotic kingdoms of Albion. "You think they're fooking?"

The young one just frowned, retorting with an annoyed: "No!"

"Why no'?"

The young knight protested just the same. "Sir Brian, Dark Elves see us as ugly monkeys!"

The older one laughed. "Come on Roderick. I'd fook her. You'd fook her, wouldn't you?" And nudged his younger charge again with a wolfish grin.

"I'm her bodyguard!" The young knight protested, his posture defensive all of a sudden. The older knight's grin widened to that answer.

"He'd fook her, that's for sure. And she'd fook him, don't you think — the way she looked at him when the knife eared cunt walked up to her?"

The young squire was upset. "What? It's a sin to bed a monster! And she is an Inquisitor!" That made the older one just laugh harder.

"Yyyyeah... You think them poor monster bitches don't need men? They gonna get men, just wait. And that probably counts for their men too I guess."

"Sir! You sound like you speak with experience." The squire stammered before realizing what he just said. Brian laughed silently, and took out a small locket with a magically captured picture: a rare and expensive gift.

It was the picture of a Six-tailed, golden-haired, almond eyed Kitsune woman, Brian, and an adorable, happy Kitsune baby, with just one yellow tail. Seeing this, Roderick stood with an empty, shocked gaze with his mouth half-open, Brian added:

"I'm sendin' child support sometimes, she's one of them war protesters in the Reik."

Roderick was simply frozen in place, conflicted between the shock of having a monster-fucking swordbrother. "B-but Inquisitor Aurelia?" Was all he could say before Brian chuckled again and nudged him in the rib.

"She doesn't care anymore... You don't know how I was promoted that fast?" Seeing Roderick shrug in ignorance, he explained everything as both sat in defense of the command-tent.

"You know, I was a sellsword a fooking week ago, hired by his Holiness to guard the Inquisition. I was there when Maou fell, guardin' her Holiness from a fookin' Marilith, demon snake bitch with six arms wieldin' falchions and biting like a fooking wolf." He took a swig from his wineskin. "Heh, thought was my last moment, until I saw that crazy cunt Theo, chanting something and cutting his hands for blood magic, and BAM!" He slammed his hand with a mailed fist. "Then Marilith bitch blew up, the holy lady made me a knight an' charged me to kill that crazy cunt, Theo." He turned to Roderick. "Says he killed' his childhood luv when he was fleeing, sayin' he got in his way. Ah was just lucky parrying six blades at once and not pissing myself until that cunt blew the demon bitch."

Roderick could not help but nod in silent respect. "Expecting a title when he dies, Sir Knight? She'll probably reward you."

"When this war is over, I'm hoping for a fookin' castle for a reward, not jus' a title. Maybe I can take Tamamo with me ya know. Heard them new Queen sues for peace, won't kill humans like Maou. Who knows, I could be the lord of Foxfuckingfluffytailtown!"

A silent moan reached their ears, and both inevitably giggled.

"They fookin, ah told ya." Brian nudged him, making Roderick finally laugh. "You should fook one too ya know." Brian kept teasing. "After all, you're the guy with the magic cock!" Both laughing degenerated into a friendly fisticuff. Roderick's first night with a human prostitute, a badly kept secret, made him the butt of many jokes.

**

A human body felt different than dark elf, Kha'yun had to admit. And definitely not bad.

More muscle, tough legs that clasped around him as he kept his pace, with breasts larger than a dark elf's to the point that they look almost bovine.

Both had been going at it for an hour, keeping their lovemaking to short thrusts between bouts of kissing and a long, warm embrace. Both had conflicting emotions about their common appetite finding place.

Each looked at the other, almost a complete reflection of each. Slender and toned dark elf man in the arms of a thick, well-built human woman. Dark black versus ivory white skin, both covered in sweat. Human versus monster, mutual hate felt so distant in each other's arms and lips.

Arzama reached to Kha'yun's ear, whispering. "Faster." Within moments, she gasped as their sexual marathon reached a new tempo. "J-j-just like that..." Arzama gasped, letting out a moan and softly biting his pointy ear. "Yes...Keep going..." His hips pumped faster at her command until she felt the push all the way inside.

Mating with a monster felt so good... Her legs were spread and clasped around his waist, herself locked in a kiss with Kha'yun. He himself was surprised, most of his hate melting between this beautiful human woman's thighs which were squeezing him like a Venus Flytrap. It felt even better to smell her, kiss her, feel her skin, far softer than his kind and passionate.

Perhaps...humans were beautiful in their own way, Kha'yun started to realize when his manhood felt like burning up. Groaning, careful not to get too loud, he shuddered, his entire shaft far too sensitive, buried inside her. Aurelia herself squealed quietly, looking Kha'yun in the eye and biting her lips.

"C-come! Come inside!"

Her loins felt like burning when his pumping stopped, the last thrust delivering an almost painfully intense orgasm.

He just went limp, head and cheek resting on Aurelia's plump breasts, his ears feeling her heartbeats.

"Oh gods, you are amazing, human!" He thrust again and again until he spent his loin inside her.

Aurelia shuddered, clasping her thighs around his as she came with a shudder. She was locked in his embrace, kissing him and embracing his body.

After the orgasm, both embraced each other on the bed, the dark elf's sweaty head on her plump chest. Kha'yun reached to kiss her and whisper in her ear.

"I never thought a human woman would feel so good." She grinned and slapped him, gently.

"Peace, huh? I could get used to that...Just deliver him tomorrow..." She reached up, not forgetting to remind the deal. "Wine?"

The rest of the pillow talk was quiet, uneventful. Although Arzama Aurelia was a bit inquisitive when asking for oddities:

"You dark elves aren't too bad either...Ever take something up the ass?"

"NO!"

Arzama laughed. "Was just asking. Guess your wifes don't peg you, eh?"

Kha'yun laughed silently. All the world's women wanted to violate his kind.

**

Gilly's day had been a fun one. The green chubby goblin had a fun day working on her little mechanical wonders, wrench in hand, screwdriver in the other. She felt so happy, with a small amount of doubt occasionally nibbling her mind. The young man she had met with a few days went along with her strange kinks and lifestyle as if he was a natural fit. So she worked her trinkets and tools to distract herself from the little doubt that lay in her brain ever since she decided to take Theo to bed.

Fastening a rivet, she flicked the switch, nodding in satisfaction of her newest telescope. The little brass pipe was a perfect fit for the glass lens, showing nearly every known star in the night sky. That would fetch her a nice sum with a sagely monster girl, a Hakutaku that lived in a hidden tower nearby. Gilly giggled: the poor monster girl also had bought plenty of sex toys, claiming they were "for a friend".

Riiiight...

Still...she sighed, how was it possible, even as a monster girl, to feel so smitten rather than just take him to bed and leave. But he was cute in a sad way, Gilly sighed thinking to herself. Men were either too brutish to her kind, too weird or simply disinterested in shortstack goblins that felt too childish, or kinky, or even weird for them.

Humans and goblins somehow didn't get along much in this world, even though when each race looked very similar.

But him? He looked alright, though the poor little goblin couldn't help but think he might have simply been desperate after a decade of horrible life. Though he *was* interested in her, Gilly couldn't help but think...but then she bit her lips remembering her few nights with him.

He was quite interested in games in bed, casual sex, or just cuddling. What made her feel a bit paranoid was that he acted as if he sensed her every desire, at the right time, right place. Gilly somehow couldn't help but think he might have simply been acting to suck up and kiss ass for free food and room. Yet she knew his passion for intimacy and his behavior showed at least sincerity.