***
They reached the city of Gelilax after five uneventful days without any problems, be it enemies or pain of heart and soul, not even a bad hove of one of their mounts.
It was afternoon, and the city walls, roofs of the dwellings and domes of the temples all shone brigthly in many light colors, all, as Dana had expected, of the wondrous material. It was raining like most of the time the last days, and as usual, Danas mood was high because of it.
Gelilax was about the size of Maulburg in Audenk,  and like most cities, it lay at a river. By now, Dana understood far better why Tashmal had called the doranian empire "remote". And she tended to agree with her. So she hadnt said it to hurt Dana after all. This sudden insight rose the blondes mood even more.
"Uff!" Tashmal exclaimed. "We have made it. I was really in fear."
"What did we made, Tashmal?"
"We reached Gelilax today."
"Why is one day more or less so important?"
"You really dont know? By the goddess of beauty, sweet Majave, she doesnt know!"
"What, Tashmal? What is it?"
"The spells of our hair and makeup need refreshing. We must see a beauty mistress at once. Today is the last day."      
Dana starred at her. Zusha, the deadly Tra Ka Dar warrior, giggled. She giggled!
 "Giggle as much as you like, Redskin! You with your pleasure slave spell on her hair and lips. I have read your slave papers. Your spell lasts a full year!"
"Sometimes," Dana said, "I am asking myself who of us two is the woman and who the girl, Tashmal."
Tashmal rose her head, until her small nose was VERY high in the air, turned her horse, and  rode towards the main gate.
"That has hurt." Zusha observed.
"But its the truth. She is behaving like a young girl in the first two years after her First Pleasures. Next, pimpels will appear on her face."
Zusha giggled again. Then she turned serious.
"Its amazing how quickly you came of age, Lady Dana. You are special, even without being "Krosa". I am sure you are hunted because of that. Someone must know much about you."
"Then I must find that someone and put her through a serious sex interrogation."
"I already wondered when you would reach that conclusion."
"We will lose our wise teacher in the city streets if we do not hurry to follow her," Dana said angrily and rode after Tashmal.
Zusha, suddenly alone,  said into the rain, in her own, hard language:
"When you throw back your hair  like that, one could fall in love with you, young Krosa. Maybe a certain person already has. Maybe even two."
***
"Steady, poor thing, steady."
Dana tried to calm down the rider less horse. It was covered in sweat, and its flanks shivered, the eyes rolled wildly. It bore a saddle and saddlebags, and a rolled up woolen sheet.
"Something happened to its rider."
"Obviously, Dana," Tashmal agreed.
They were three days past Gelilax on a road called Sna Dari, named after the big forest it was leading through.  For a change, the weather today was sunny, but windy.
Dana finally succeeded in calming the animal, and she led it to her own mount, mounted her horse and tied the reigns of the other one to her saddle horn.
"She could have fallen of the horse, now laying on the road, injured, with a broken leg or shoulder."
"Or someone has attacked the rider."
"Here in Achaia, Tashmal?"
"The republic is no paradise, even if it seems so. There are criminals, slave hunters from abroad, dark cults sacrificing women to the dark aspects, all that. It could even have been a beast of the forest, not knowing humans or angered somehow."
"What do we do?"
"We travel down the road anyway. So we should find out about the rider soon enough. But be careful and ready, Dana. There can be danger ahead."
The blonde nodded and loosened her blade in its scabbard. The three continued on their way.
After about ten minutes, coming around a sharp curve in the road, they could see a person dangling from a tree. Dana focused her vision. It was a young woman, wearing long boots and gloves in dark blue and white trousers and vest. Her hair was straw blonde and curly, falling down her back. She was bound and gagged. The captive was suspended by a thicker, stronger rope around her torso from the tree. The young lady struggled mightily. Finally, she was no Achaian, as her face had the same color like Danas, and not Tashmals milk white.
Dana told the others what she saw.
Tashmal muttered something like "eyes of a falcon", but nodded.
"We must help the poor lady."
"Its a trap, an old trick. Ride down there and in 10 minutes you are dangling beside her, doubling the bait."
Zusha nodded to that.  Dana thought shortly about it , then said:
"Then we must have a bait for our enemies."
"Very good once more, my beauty, " Tashmal smiled. "But I will be the bait. When they "surprise" and package me, you and Zusha will attack them from behind. They are probably slave hunters, and I doubt their team is very large. I have chosen this road because its the shorter way to Lashayette, but most people travel around the forest, because of the elves. So, hunters of human prey cant make much money here."
"There are elves living here?"
"Later, Dana. Concentrate on the mission."
***
Dana could make out five of them. They wore green brown leather clothing bending in with the forest nicely, but they had dyed hair and shiny lipstick in shrill colors, which stuck out like the full moon in the night sky. Vanity, Dana thought, I know about that.
They were armed with swords and crossbows and clubs, and they had quite a large supply of rope in attendance. Zusha and the blonde had found their camp first. The hunters were on foot, no horses, and her tents were neatly arranged in a small clearing. In the tents they found sacks full of latexa wear, dildos, manacles, and shackles. How had she gotten all that stuff here? The question must have been visible  on Danas face, as Zusha had whispered: "A dragon."
Anyway, as said, it were five of them, two up in the tree from which their first victim was dangling, the three others in the bushes near the road. They watched intently as Tashmal approached.

The Achaian was singing! Dana noticed what a good voice Tashmal had.
The captive struggled heavier and obviously tried to warn Tashmal through her gag, which was a latexa gag of red color.
"By the goddess of peace and love! Who has done this to you, sweet, poor thing?"
"MMPPH! GGMMMPPFF!"
"On the other hand, you look delicious. I must confess I am aroused."
"UMMPPPHH, NNMMSCH!"
"Oh, beg your pardon. I will free you. Just a moment."
Tashmal dismounted. She wore no sword, only her dagger. Since Gelilax, her lipstick was blue again, and she now had a streak of blue in her hair over her left eye. Accordingly, she wore blue boots and gloves again, and the blue cap, not the green.
As she reached the dangling woman, a lasso fell out of the tree and pinned her arms at her sides.
"OOH! What?"
The lasso was drawn tight, very much so.
"Uff! Release me, you whores! You will pay for that. Dont you know who I am?"
Three of the hunters emerged from the forest. They were all Achaians, as Dana already knew.
"Klish! Release me! Your cunts smell of rotten fish you scum!"
"Stuff her dirty  mouth. So much for the sophistication of the upper class." the one Dana took for the leadress said.
The other hunters laughed.  One approached Tashmal with the makings of a pink latexa gag.
"Pink ? A pink gag? To my blue wear? Are you totally out of your minds? I will not wear that. Under no circumstances."
Dana had to bit her lips to stiffle a laugh. She was all too sure this part wasnt even acted.
The huntress grabbed Tashmals hair - it was open again today, and Tashmal cried in pain - or so it seemed.
"Perfect" the huntress chuckled and stuffed the pink packing into Tashmals gaping mouth. The pink latexa between her friends blue lips hurt Danas eyes.
Tashmal kicked the gagress right into her sex. The woman screamed and went down to her knees. Danas friend all the while screamed at the top of her lungs into the gag packing as if the latexa burned the inside of her mouth like fire. Well, for Tashmal it was probably something like that, the packing was pink after all.
Dana noted with interest how much noise one could make despite being gagged. Tashmals face was by now nearly as pink as the gag packing.
Two more hunters tried to control her, but Tashmal moved like a puppet on strings, seemingly totally random, but every time evading the hands of her captors or kicking them at a place where it hurt.
Dana wasnt sure if the petite brunette was a genius or if a training for this existed too. She tried to control herself. It wouldnt get any better, as now all four hunters, the leadress including, tried to control Tashmal, the fifth still down on her knees and vomitting repeatedly into the grass.
She touched Zushas shoulder, and both rose to a crouch.
Their attack took the hunters totally by surprise. Dana hit one with a latexa club at the back of her head, and Zusha did likewise with a second one. The leadress, her hair was silvern and shoulder length, hold back by a light green latexa band - her gag, Dana had already decided - spun around, drawing her sword. Zusha was on her before she could get the blade out. The Rondaka sat above the leadress, which was as petite as most Achaians, pinned her arms and put her dagger to a slender throat.
One remaining. This one tried to retrieve her crossbow from the ground, but Dana reached it first and kicked it into the bushes. The blonde had drawn her sword and wavered a bit with the weapon before the hunters nose. The woman, it was the youngest of the group, about Danas age, gulped visibly and went done on her knees, raising her hands.
Dana nodded to her like a stern but proud mother.
"Gmmpph, mmmpphh UMMMPPPH!"
Tashmal hadnt stop to scream into the gag, even as the action was over. So it was really the pink.
"Hang in there, Tashmal."
The Achaian had finally fingered her dagger out of its hilt and cut the lasso. She immediately poked the pink packing out of her gaping mouth. She looked down on it like on an ugly spider, then threw it deep into the forest. She spit out.
"What an outrage. We should kill them all instantly."
"Tashmal, please, be serious. There are customers to be serviced. Will you help us or continue to behave like a child?"
The Achaian sent Dana an icy stare, but went to work on the one she had kicked into her sex. The woman had stopped vomitting, but was still panting and on her knees. Tashmal bound her quickly, after stripping her with her dagger.
"Will you stand the gag, slut? Wont do you any good to vomit again."
"Yes, mistress. Please, dont kill us."
"Oh, be quiet, will you, I was joking. Open wide."
"UMMPPFF!"
"Steady. So, now the strap and the band. You look pretty gagged, slut. Does it still hurt? Sorry, but its your own fault. A pink gag! To blue wear! You are an Achaian, what  made you commit such a crime?"
"MMPPHH!"
Dana was sure the crime was not slave hunting, but said pink gag. Her own customer had gotten the full treatment too, while Zusha had packaged the leadress, using the green hair band as the gag band, as Dana had hoped. It looked good in the womans face.
Zusha and Tashmal went to work on the last two. The blonde strolled over to the still dangling first victim of the achaian hunters. Her feet were dangling at the height of Danas waist. She nodded to herself and started to climb the tree. She waited till Zusha was ready with her work and came over the catch the lady when Dana would cut the strong rope.
Everything went well. Dana cut it, and Zusha catched the falling packing without difficulty. Soon thereafter, the woman was free of her gag and Zusha was cutting her bonds.
Dana and Tashmal mustered the lady. She seemed shaken, and a bit aroused, but otherwise okay.
"Oho, uff, my thanks, madamellettes. You are real heroines. How you have dealt with this evil girls was wonderful. I will compose a song about it."
"You are a bard, Ejrvrou?" Tashmal asked.
"Yes, on the way to Lashayette. I studied a map and saw that this road was a shorter way, but it seemed to have been a mistake to take it."
The woman, she was in her mid twenties, had a softly rounded body and face. Her breasts were nearly as large as Danas. She had green eyes like a cat, and many freckles.
Her achaian sounded very funny, she had a very strange accent.
Finally free of all rope, she stretched, then bowed  before them.
"My name is Marule Schberkenje, and I came from the beautiful city of Zeegold."
A Zeebanna, Dana thought, from the northwest. She looks like a Doranian. Hadnt a guest once said at the inn that Zeebann was a lost province of the empire?
"Excuse me, may I ask for a smoke? I lust for one."
"Sure. I take it Kigumo is your brand?"
"Yes, the sticks of fantasy and creativity are my preferred choice."
"I found this pack in the hunters camp", Zusha said and gave it to the Zeebanna.
"Oh, wonderful. Thank you, my red skinned heroine."
Marule quickly mouthed a stick and Zusha gave her a light.
"Woe, my horse is lost. What should I do now?"
"We have your horse, dont worry," Tashmal said and smiled.
"Really? Thats great. I am full of joy."
Dana raised an eyebrow. Unknowingly, she had copied the gesture from Tashmal. She wasnt sure if she liked Marule.
Tashmal took matters in hand now. Dana was sent to fetch the horses, and Zusha and Tashmal herself leashed the captives  and freed their naked legs.
"We wont reach the next inn with the captives till nightfall. We will rest at their camp and continue our journey early in the morning," the Achaian explained.
They led horses and captives to the small clearing. Zusha secured the captives legs again, Dana tended the horses, and Tashmal tried to keep Marule happy, mainly by listening to her words.
The two were talking quickly in Achaian. The Zeebanna had a strange and strong accent, but her mastery of the language had to be very good. Dana couldnt follow the conversation, so quickly both spoke, hardly separating the words from one another.
Zusha approached Tashmal and said evenly:
"There is a problem."
She went to one of the tents, opened it, and womanhandled another package into the open. She had searched this tent as they came upon the camp first, Dana hadnt been in it.
The captive was a young girl, slender, petite, white skinn, black hair. An Achaian, Dana first thought. She was  naked, and her body was painted with black stripes and dots. Her bondage was extremely elaborate and tight. Her latexa gag was black.
Then the blonde noticed that her ears were pointed and very long, and that in her black eyes there was no white. It were the eyes of an animal.
"By the aspects of light, an elve!" Marule exclaimed an took two steps back.
Dana came nearer to Zusha and the captive, curious. Most naturally, she had never seen an elve before, only heard all the horror stories.
"Klish!" Tashmal said. "I knew it."
She turned to the leadress of the packaged slave hunters.
"You couldnt resist, could you? Becoming too greedy. Abducting an elve. Breaking the deal. Endangering thousands for a few hundred zarines. You stupid little cunt!"
With that, she kicked the helpless woman into the stomach.
Dana winced at that. Tashmal seemed totally out of control. But the petite brunette visibly calmed herself. For a moment it seemed she would kick the leadress again, but then she turned abruptly  away from her.
"Whats the "deal"?" Dana decided to ask.
Tashmal didnt answer. She now starred down at the elve. The monster, the girl didnt look like a monster at all, lay totally still, made no sounds in the gag, it looked straight into the sky.
It was Marule who answered Danas question.
"Young blonde beauty, the so called "deal" is one between the Achaian republic and the tribes of the elves. The elves will keep to their forests  and only slay and eat the humans of their "stock". Humans of the Republic can travel freely in their domains, without being eaten alive. The Republic on the other hand refrains from starting a war against the elve tribes. Furthermore, the women of Achaia dont kill or abduct any elve. By taking this young one here into captivity, these evil and stupid women have broken the deal. This may start a war."
"I see. So its really true? Elves eat humans alive, feast on their flesh and drink their blood?"
"Only too true, blonde heroine."
"And one biten by them and still alive will become an elve too?"
"Nonsense. Thats completely nonsense. Next you say that they lay eggs."
"Thats what I heard as a child. Every one said that."
"In Moravan, the butt of your empire, Dana, perhaps."
"Manners again, Tashmal."
"So one does not become an elve when they have sucked your blood. And they dont lay eggs. Fine, good we have talked about that."
Danas tone and diction  was once more a copy of Tashmals.
"Why dont we just release her? The Elve?  I am speaking of this one over there, the bound and gagged one. The one in Zushas lap."
"Your tongue has become very sharp, very quickly, Dana," Tashmal observed coldly.
"But anyway, she would immediately attack us. Whats worse than that, she will die soon. And then, no one of us will get out of this forest alive. We better kill ourselves than to be captured by the elves."
"Oh sweet Benit. We are doomed!"
I knew you would say something like that, fleshy cow, Dana thought and eyed Marule shortly.
"It may be a dumb question again, but why will she die?"
"She had no human blood for days. The fact that the elves havent already arrived days ago and eaten these cunts here, tells me she is probably in some kind of ritual, maybe her admittance to the caste of warriors, judging by her age.  This would involve surviving for a prolonged period in the forest all alone. This is why no other elve has come looking for her till now and she hasnt been missed already. And because of this, she hasnt had human blood and flesh even days before her capture."
"The solution is easy," Zusha said coldly. "Let her feast on one of the criminals."
"No! Never, Tra Ka Dar ! I would not even  let her feast on a mambakian torture mistress or a child molester. No one deserves to be eaten alive. And surely not these poor, dumb amateurs here."
Dana was surprised that Tashmal was suddenly under so strong a spell of Benit. But she was of the same opinion as the Achaian.
"Is it necessary that she eats an entire woman, in order for her to survive?" she asked.
"No," Tashmal answered. "A bizeps and some blood would suffice, I guess."
"She can feast on me."
"What? Klish, silly one ! Thats the most stupid of all the stupid ideas you ever had."
"You dont hurt me with words such as this, you only hurt yourself. You should stop that, Tashmal."
The Achaian starred at her. Suddenly, she turned and left the group.
"Aaaahhh, well..." Marule made.
Dana ignored her.
"Remove her gag, Zusha."
Without a word, the Rondaka did so.  Her face was even, her eyes expressionless.
As the packing left the elves mouth, the girl started to scream, shrill, loud, definitely non human.  
Marule cried: "Regag her, quick! The elves will be upon us! We are doomed!"
Dana knelt beside the screaming "monster". She put a gloved finger to her black lips and made "Shhh!"
The screaming stopped. The elve was panting heavily, she whimpered.
Dana removed her right glove. She was left handed. The girl starred at her naked bizeps. Dana smelled love honey. The elve was hot, very much so. She deducted that elves got hot from the sight of human flesh and the smell of blood.
"Come, little one, feast on me."
She pressed her bizeps against the elves lips. Suddenly, the girls mouth was wide open, and her jaws closed around Danas flesh. Needle sharp teeth cut into her arm, a sharp pain made her gasp. Blood sprayed around, some hitting Zusha who was holding the elve from behind.
The sharp teeth worked in a frenzy. The girl started to suck. The pain got worse. Dana thought of making soft love with Tashmal. The pain retreated into a corner. Tashmals lips were so soft. She remembered the odor of the Achaians love honey. Its taste. Her cries of joy. She looked down on her arm and the elve. The bizeps was a red mass of destroyed muscles and blood.
"Its enough." Zusha said.
"Good. Make her sleep."
As Dana had expected, Zusha knew the same strange grip at the neck as Tashmal. The elve went out for good. Zusha loosened her teeth from Danas arm, put the girls head to the ground, gently so. The elves lower face was covered in blood. Otherwise, she looked quite innocent, sleeping. She moaned softly in her sleep and squirmed a bit in the bonds.
"She is dreaming," The Rondaka said.
"Yes. May it be good, pleasant dreams," Dana answered.
She looked at her arm again. The remains of it. The pain was coming back.
"A smoke would be nice now."
"Lady Dana needs a healer, and quickly. Otherwise she will never be able to use that arm again."
"You are correct, its ruined, as our achaian whore would say."
"Its more than ruined, its destroyed." an ice cold voice said.
Tashmal knelt at her other side. Dana hadnt noticed her approaching. Tears were running down the Achaians  cheeks.
"It must be a magic healer, a strong one."
"I could really use a cigarette. Will someone be so nice as to provide me with one? I feel a bit weak. I think I cant rise now."
Tashmal opened her blue shalimo pack with the Kaskagos and fingered one out, put it between Danas lips. The blonde saw Tashmals hands were shaking. The Achaian lit a match, more correctly, she tried to and failed.
"Klish!"
"Manners, my beautiful whore."
"I should kill you. I should kill you immediately and leave. I told you you would be my downfall."
"Steady, little whore. Try again. An evil achaian whore unable to lit a match?"
"It makes me so hot when you call me that, blonde. Klish! I am bubbling complete nonsense."
Tashmal now managed to lit a match, and Dana lit up. It was the best cigarette of her young life.
Meanwhile, Zusha had tied a rope around Danas arm, to stop the bleeding.
A third person knelt down near Dana. It was Marule.
"Here, hot water, bandages and healing oil."
So, she was no stupid bitch after all.
"Thank you, Lady Marule," Zusha said.
"Can we save her arm?" the Zeebanna asked.
"Only a healing maga can do that. And the next is in Vunarelle, thats two days journey on horseback, ruining the horses in the process."
It was Tashmal who said that. The Achaian supressed a sob.  
"We dont have the power to heal her."
"We will heal the blonde human." a soft voice said from behind. Dana looked up. The camp was full of elves,their bodies painted with black signs, their sex covered by a loincloth, their small breasts bare. They had spears and short bows in attendance. It were 27 of them. Dana didnt knew how she could tell without having counted them, but she didnt think about that.
The speaker was an elf with snow white hair and white body painting. She was old, very much so. Yet she stood erect and proud. She had no weapons save for a dagger. Its blade was of a black material, no steel.
Nobody of the humans moved, the captives lay very still too. Dana could smell the packages fear, and Marules too. There was no fear in Tashmal and Zusha.
"I will heal you, blonde human, while my warriors feast on those who endangered  the deal."
"No." Dana said. "We captured them. They are ours. We will take them with us when we leave, alive and unharmed."
Tashmal hissed: "Dana! I beg you, be quiet!"
The elve looked from Dana to Tashmal, who stared at each other.
"Who is first among you?"
Tashmal averted her eyes first. To Danas surprise, she said evenly:
"The blonde is."
The old elve nodded.  Two elven warriors knelt beside the sleeping elven girl, cutting her bonds. One heaved her upon her shoulder and carried her away.
"My warriors will feast on them."
"I already said no. They are ours."
"We could feast on you too. This one is very meaty."
Marule gasped, but kept quiet.
Dana took another drag from her cigarette. The bloody mass of her fomer bizeps hurt like hell.
"You wont do that. We have not broken the deal."
"But your captives have. It is our privilege to make them pay for it."
"The humans will make them pay for it. They are of our race."
"You are brave, blonde human. We will discuss that later. My warriors will wait. They are not really hot - yet. I will now tend to your wound. There is not much time left. Will it be necessary to bind your women?"
"No, they will behave."
The elve knelt beside Dana, Marule and Zusha making room for her. Only Tashmal didnt leave Danas side. The blonde realized that the Achaian hold her hand in hers.
How cute, Dana thought. The little evil whore cares for me after all. She is my friend, I am sure of it now.
She returned her attention to the old elve. The ruler/healer/ whatever took her wounded arm in her claw like hands. Her nails were black and seemed as sharp as the elven girls teeth.
She started to sing. It sounded strange, but beautiful nonetheless. The pain of the cruel wound subsided, vanished completely.
Now the old elve spit into the wound, repeatedly. Then she began to intonate words in her own language . Suddenly, the red mass of flesh and blood came in motion, the muscles rearranged themselves, the strands were connected once again, and skin quickly appeared above it, sheeting it.
Moments later, the arm looked like if never anything happened. Dana felt very tired suddenly. And hungry.  Her stomach made a growling sound.
The old elve showed her teeth, maybe a grin, but it looked a bit disturbing.
"You must feast now."
Marule rose.
"I will cook a good meal for us all. But first, some provision for our brave heroine."
She moved among the elves with astonishing grace and without visible fear. But she was afraid, Dana could still smell it. You are brave, meaty Zeebanna. I misjudged you, Dana thought.
About half of the elven warriors were standing guard, the others sat in the grass and chatted with each other, some were smoking like humans, cigarettes of the captured slave hunters. Those lay very still. Their naked bodies were covered in sweat despite the cold, and their eyes stared at the elves in horror and fear.
"There is still the issue of the captives," the old elve said.
"May I make a proposal, Madamelle Dana?" Tashmal said softly.
"Sure, Tashmal, go ahead, " Dana said, feeling very sleepy now. Her eyes closed. No, she couldnt sleep now. She opened them again, with some effort.
"The humans will leave with the captives, but they will send a big supply of latexa wear and cigarettes to the Dari, to a trading post you specify."
The old elve said nothing for a while.
Then:
"600 sets of the arousal skin, stockings, gloves, waist bands, gags. in black, white, and all colors of the rainbow. Creamed with lust oil. 1000 packs of lust sticks, the red kind."
"Deal, great mother."
The elve and Tashmal rose, embraced and kissed, without hesitation on Tashmals part. The kiss grew surprisingly hot. Then they parted. Thasmals blue lips were bleeding.
"You are a very hot human, blue lips. A pity I cant feast on you."
"I take that as a compliment."
The elve kneeled down again beside Dana and kissed her too. Her lips tasted surprisingly sweet. Out of an impulse,  Dana bite into them, drawing blood. They parted. The elves blood was black as ink.
"The blonde human is very brave, as I already said. And very strong. She will become great among her race.  Eat much, sleep often, rest some days. You will regain strength quickly. The power of the spell  came out of yourself, so you feel weak now. Farewell, blonde warrior."
With that, she rose again, made a shrill, short scream, and every elve on the clearing vanished in moments into the bushes, followed by the old elve herself. The humans were alone again.
Tashmal mouthed a cigarette with shaking hands. Her blood ran on the sticks filter. She didnt seem to think of one of her handkerchiefs.
Marule was back, with dried meat, fruits, cheese and bread, and a canteen. Danas stomach growled like a bear. She tried to move her right arm. Everything was fine, no injury at all. The bizeps wasnt even sore.  She took a piece of meat, eat it with gusto. By Samesha, the daughtergoddess of cooking and eating, was she hungry! She forgot her manners for once and suffed provision into her mouth, chewing quickly, swallowing, then she drank from the canteen. It was sweet juice, of a kind she didnt know. She used her right arm too while doing all this, without thinking about it.
"How amazing!" Marule exclaimed. "It appears to be healed completely. And so quick."
"The bloodsuckers magic is strong," Zusha said and rose. "I will take first guard. There are more dangers in this wood than the Dari."
Darkness was approaching. It was getting colder quickly.
"We should wrap the captives in blankets," Marule suggested.
"You are right, Ejrvrou Marule. And feed and water them. After all this, they need a smoke too."
Tashmal seemed to have her Benit day today, Dana thought, popping a large chunk of cheese into her mouse. It was of a kind unknown to her, and it tasted delicious.
A "MMHHMM!" escaped her.
"You like zeebannian cheese? Its the best in the world!" Marule said smiling.
"Thats debatable," Tashmal intersected. The Achaian had obviously calmed down and was her former cool whore - self.  She headed over to the captives, who seemed very relieved about developments. The youngest one was even crying like a child.
Dana belched and reddened. The provision was completely gone, yet she felt hungry still. But first, she asked Marule for a cigarette. Delicately, the curled blonde put one of her Kigumos between Danas black lips. The filter tasted soft, very mild. Marule lit it for her, and the smoke tasted very mild too.
Marule went over to the camp fire she had lit while Dana had been feasted upon by the elven girl, and tended to the meal.
Dana lay back on the ground, taking drags here and there, closing her eyes. Unbidden, she imagined the elves sheeted in latexa, each a different bright color, all bound and gagged, writhing in arousal and screaming in the gags. Her own arousal was only mild, but the picture was very livid and detailed. She spun a story around it in her head. The cigarette - she realized. Kigumo is the brand of fantasy and creativity. She got sleepy again. Someone removed the cigarette between her fingers, put a rucksack under her head and a blanket over her body. She was sure it was Tashmal. Cute Tashmal... with that thought, she passed out.
***
"... The prey was near, Dana could tell, not only by the trail, but by the smell of its blood. It tasted of exhaustion and fear. Danas arousal rose. Her hair was blond, but thicker, and her skin was a bright blue. Her eyes were blue but without white. Danas mouth was full of needle sharp, little teeth.
The elve she had become - so one became an elve after biten by them after all - continued the hunt through the forest. There was the prey. It knelt under a tree, too exhausted to run anymore.  The human animal screamed in terror and tried to rise again. Dana was with her in a moment, tying her up with leather cords in an instant, gagging her with a ball of fur and leather. Then, it was time to feast.  She took a full bite of a breast, and human blood filled her mouth. She cumed..."
Dana said quickly upright, the blanket falling down. It was deep in the night. Her memory came back. It had only been a dream. Because of the elves bite? Or the old elves spell? Or was it only the Kigumo cigarette?  Maybe, probably a combination of all three. She shrugged it off.
By Samesha, she was still so hungry. She turned, the rucksack used as cushion was hers. She opened it and found some of her provision. She quickly ate, drank from her canteen, and smoked a Laxago afterwards.
Evryone was asleep, including the captives. Only Zusha was standing like a statue outside the camp. She was armed with one of the hunters crossbows.
The blonde headed over to her.
"I will relieve you, Zusha."
"You should rest, Lady Dana."
"I am not tired. Everything is fine."
"The Krosa powers are strong in you, very much so. Very well, Zusha must admit, she is tired."
"Then get some sleep before morning."
The Rondaka nodded. Dana took her crossbow and her position, trying not to look into the fire, lest it ruined her night vision. The night passed uneventful...