I backed away a few steps, “Before this goes any further I want you to tell me the meaning of all this.”

“What are you talking about?” Lysandra said.

“This room, the luxuries, these advances, what is it you really want out of me?”

The two elves looked at each other in confusion, then back at me, “We… want you to feel welcome?”

“What?”

Lysandra stepped forward, “You are our guest and mentor. I was assigned to make sure you were taken care of while in our city. I hoped I was doing a good job.”

I was a little taken aback by this, “I’m sorry,but the elven hospitality I’m familiar is much…cooler.”

She came closer, putting her hand behind my neck, “We’re not all as unfeeling as the Night Elves.”

Nevaeh stood beside her, “Especially after you’ve earned our respect.”

“Respect?” I said, amused, “Didn’t you just say you hated humans?”

Nevaeh looked away, “You are the first human I’ve ever really met. And you’re quite skilled, and very knowledgeable.”

“And handsome,” Lysandra added.

I could feel her fingers teasing my hair as Navaeh moved closer, her hips pressing against me. I looked in their glowing green eyes, yeah, it would be rude for me not to accept such gracious hosts. Putting my arms around their waists they led me towards the bed. I didn’t have to do a thing, these two girls wanted to go all the way. Laying back on the silk sheets, they undid my armor and set my clothes aside in a neat pile. I watched as they undressed each other, Lysandra’s form-fitting plate and Nevaeh’s chainmail joining my own on the floor. Underneath, their clothing was mageweave, simple yet remarkably light and strong.

Nevaeh crawled behind me and rested my head in her lap. I looked up to see her pulling her top off, two perky elf tits swaying just above my face. She caressed behind my ears, her hands moving down to stroke my chest as Lysandra straddled my legs. Leaning over, she licked my growing cock. Slow and deliberate, her tongue slid along the underside, stopping every now and then to pump my shaft with her hand. It didn’t take long for me to get hard, and after taking a moment to palm my sac, she scooted forward to tease it with her pussy.

Gently she slid my girth inside her. Lysandra felt quite a bit tighter than that night elf, Anya, almost uncomfortably so. Probably because she wasn’t nearly seven feet tall. It took her a little maneuvering to get situated but when she was I could feel every move and twitch. I started bucking into her as Nevaeh leaned over me, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it up to her breast. I placed my other on Lysandra’s thigh as she threw her head back, giving me a grand view. Her body bouncing along with mine, I decided to give these girls the royal treatment.

Charging up my holy power, I channeled a little in my hand. It softly glowed amidst the faint light of the magical lamps in the room. Both Nevaeh and Lysandra gazed at it longingly, but before I had a chance to do anything, Nevaeh grabbed it and began to suckle on my fingers. I could feel the magic drain away, like it was pulled right out of me. I tugged my hand away and sat up, “What was that?”

“Oh, I thought you were… I’m sorry,” she said, “I haven’t tapped any magic today.”

“Tapped magic, what?”

The two girls looked at each other for a moment, “It’s a remnant from after the Sunwell was destroyed,” Lysandra said, “Our magical addiction requires us to absorb magic every so often.”

“So, what, you feed off magic?”

The two of them looked a little uncomfortable, “more or less,” she said.

Now things were starting to make sense; why the elves were having trouble, why they needed non-elven advice. I still didn’t entirely understand, but I had two naked and slightly embarrassed women in my bed, it was a question that would have to wait until morning. Leaning back I pulled Nevaeh’s mageweave pants down. She accommodated me and threw them by the side of the bed as Lysandra began to slowly build up steam again. I didn’t want this little snafu to ruin a perfectly good evening, hell, I might actually be able to use it to my advantage.

Doing what she could to keep me happy, I could tell Nevaeh was rather jealous of her superior, so I decided to give her a treat. Charging my magic again, I began to finger her, my Light-filled hand tingling in her pussy, sending her into ecstasy with every stroke. Her body started sucking the magic out of me again, I could only assume it was by reflex but it wasn’t strong enough to bother me. Hah, now Lysandra was jealous. She watched with a bit of a scowl as her subordinate writhed and moaned aloud. Nevaeh sprawled beside me, letting me feel her over as Lysandra still kept riding my cock, getting more vigorous as she watched.

“I… Oh, Jack!” she gasped through sharp breathes. I could feel her body shudder as she gripped the sheets, tense and squirming. My glowing hand stroked the lips of Nevaeh’s pussy as she did. Eventually I pulled away; her magical draw was getting to be too much. As I left her protege panting on the bed, Lysandra fell on my chest, her pussy pulling and tugging my cock. Wrapping her arms around me, she buried my face in her long, gorgeous blonde locks. I could feel her teeth on my neck as she clenched my hips with her legs. I grabbed her ass with one hand and threw my other across her back, tugging her hair.

Spreading my legs a bit, I rolled her over. She clenched me against her hips with her legs, refusing to let me out. I drove into her pussy as I reached my peak, plowing through her orgasm, my thighs slapping her ass every time. Eyes shut, body tensed, and toes curled, I let out a weakened moan as my cum raced into her welcoming vagina. It wasn’t until I finished that I looked down to see the same exhausted, happy expression on her face. Sluggishly I pulled myself out of her, thoroughly done.

Rolling over, I took a deep breath as both of the elven ladies leaned against me. Aw yeah, this was the life. Easy work, all the luxuries a man could ask for, loose elf girls, and… and, huh. My brow furrowed, something still didn’t feel right. I could feel a disturbance, like a troubling breeze at the back of your mind. Looking over at the two girls nuzzling me, I felt slightly better. There might be hope yet for these elves.

A full night’s sleep later, it was time for my third lecture. The morning was uneventful as Lysandra, Nevaeh, and I prepared for the gathering, but on the way to the Bazaar I reviewed my notes again. Pulling a few out here and there, I decided I needed to make a few modifications. These elves had problems the Silver Hand couldn’t anticipate and they needed to be addressed. Lysandra took her place near the podium as Nevaeh fell into the ranks of the initiates as though nothing happened. I looked on at those assembled in the open lawn, the arcane crystals behind them signifying much more than simple adornments now. I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner.

For my lecture I discussed the use of the Light as a tool, how to channel it, and how veneration of the Light helps make it manifest. All the elves in attendance took notes, this was exactly what they needed. Questions flowed like so much elven wine as one after another asked how they might better apply the tenets of the Light. Heh, I might just turn these stuffed shirts into proper soldiers of the Light yet.

The training session after was different. Whereas before I was paired with an initiate, this time the elves had be square off with one of their veterans. He was a formidable man, his face marked with the scars of the Third War and possibly even the Second War. The armor he wore was beautiful but chipped and mended several times over. I could tell from the start he meant business. As we traded blows he nearly put me on my ass.

Reeling from one of his attacks I shouted, “Hey, take it easy!”

“What’s the matter, human, can’t take what you dish out?” he replied. Another blow landed on my shield, the dwarven steel causing his enchanted blade to spray magical sparks. A number of initiates stopped their rudiments to watch us as I righted myself. If this elf wanted to create a spectacle, I would oblige him.

Straightening up I said, “Alright, gloves off, paladin.” I pulled my hammer back for a wind-up, just like I had with the initiate, but he sprang forth and put his blade right between my shield and my belt. I felt the tempered mithril pry my chain links apart as I doubled back. Swipes and stabs came at me as he cleaved against my shield, occasionally getting a blow in at my softer armor underneath. I stepped back, waiting for a break in his flurry.

As he began another combo I pushed forward, pressing my shield against his blade. He backed off, giving me a chance to right myself. The initiates murmured to themselves as we squared off again. The paladin began channeling the Light and unleashed his judgment on me. I felt the sweltering heat envelop my body, burning with holy fire. I swung my hammer, missing the elf by a mile as he deftly parried, his magic blade slicing through the chain on my chest like so much tinfoil.

The paladin landed beside me and I gave him a short kick. He backed off but immediately countered with another glancing blow to my armor. It sliced through, wounding me yet again. This was not a winning strategy for me, and where was Lysandra? No, I thought, I don’t need to be bailed out against some fruity elf. Hunkering down behind my dwarven targe, I readied my hammer, taking a soldier’s stance I’d seen the dwarves use.

The elf tried to get through my defenses but I blocked him at every turn. Between the well-crafted shield and my ability to soak what few hits got through with my blessings of protection, his efforts made little progress. The initiates by now had given up on their own studies and were thoroughly engrossed in the battle, taking wagers on who would walk away from the fight.

“Too afraid to fight, are you?” the paladin said. He swung at me once more, the attack simply glancing off like the others.

I wasn’t afraid, I was waiting. This elf obviously never fought a human before. He was skilled, that was for sure, and he had a certain finesse to his moves, but as blow after blow failed to topple me I could see he was wearing down. These elves had no endurance. He charged me again, this time telegraphing his moves. It was time.

Letting out a cry I lunged forward, pressing him against my shield. The paladin tried to jump back but it was too late, he was already off balance. He fell to the ground and I followed through with my hammer, smashing his shield full force. The dent it left was glowing with holy magic and it left him squirming to get to his feet. I laid into him again and again, pounding him into submission. Then my hammer stopped, glancing uselessly off a magical barrier. He’d thrown in the towel.

Carefully the paladin got to his feet, enveloped in his divine protection. Whoops, sneers, and hollers were heard among the initiates. His shield was battered, and aside from looking downright exhausted he seemed to be alright. I on the other hand was still bleeding through my chain links. Winding up a healing spell, he unleashed a flash of light on me. Wounds healed and his spell dissipating, we shook hands.

“That was one hell of a fight, what’s your name?” I asked him.

“Sir Patton,” he replied, “That’s quite an arm you have.”

I pointed towards my magical helm Sir Pallen had given me, the gem in it glowing faintly, “I had a little help.”

I felt a tug at my arm, Lysandra finally decided to show up. “That was quite an impressive display,” she said.

“You thought so?” I replied.

“Yes, your ability to get hit over and over until your opponent gets too tired to fight, I’m sure it has served you well.”

“Watch your tongue, Sir Dawnsworn,” Sir Patton said, “This human is clearly no stranger to battle.”

Lysandra looked offended, “Pardon me, paladin, I was just--"

He pointed at her, “I would like to see you take so many wounds and have the discipline to hold your form in combat.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Patton.” Lysandra’s gaze fell.

“Enough of this,” he turned to the crowd of looky-loos, “Training is over for today, you are dismissed.”

The initiates and other paladins began to disperse, settling their bets between themselves as they went. I began to follow Sir Patton back to the Farstrider Square, Lysandra walking along behind us.

“You seem like you’ve seen your share of adventures,” he said to me as we strolled, “Mind telling me what one such as yourself is doing lecturing to a bunch of initiates?”

“The Silver Hand thought I’d be the best for the job,” I replied. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to tell them just how much I worked with the Horde in the past.

“I’ve never accused the Silver Hand of having good sense, but I’m glad to see they get things right once in a while.” He motioned towards the mage towers in the distance, “I try to drill these trainees as soldiers but they would have me coddle them like acolytes.”

I nodded in agreement, “I can tell, they all fight like healers.”

“Exactly,” he said. We stopped short of the Farstrider quarters. “Sir Abrams, it was a pleasure.”

“The pleasure was all mine, and please, call me Jack.”

He saluted me, “Shorel’aran.”

I saluted back and he went inside, leaving me and Lysandra standing in the square. I looked at her, she’d been silent nearly the entire time.

“I suppose you’ll be saying good evening as well?” I said.

She shifted uncomfortably, “I suppose so.”

“Okay, you take it easy.”

“Wait,” she said as I turned to leave, “You can’t wander the city alone.”

“I’m going right back to the inn.”

Lysandra took a few steps closer, “It doesn’t matter, you still need an escort.”

I shook my head, “Alright, accompany me if you must.”

The elf stood beside me, staring at me with those big emerald eyes of hers. She ran her fingers through her golden locks, tucking them behind her ear, “Oh, I think I must.”

This again? I wasn’t going to say no but I didn’t get her fascination. Were humans some kind of exotic fuck in these parts? Hah, humans exotic to elves, perspective is a wonderful thing. Maybe she was just another one of the perks of working here. Strange it would be a paladin doing the “escorting” but I guess that keeps it inconspicuous. Either way, I put an arm around her and started towards the Exchange.

The sun was setting as we got to the inn and I was getting hungry. “You want to get food first?” I asked as we walked inside.

“Sure,” she replied, “You go ahead, I’ll bring some up.”

I smiled and walked up the stairs to my room. The bed was made, the bath drawn, and all the refreshments from before were waiting. I guess I didn’t really notice before. Then again I was a little distracted by two armfuls of sexy elf ass. I pulled off my armor and had a look at the damage Sir Patton did. He was one hell of a warrior, I felt bad for him. I was just here for a week, he had to deal with these pansies day in and day out. My wounds were all healed but they were still kind of tender so I jumped in the bath. God did that warm water feel good on my aching body.

At some point I must have passed out while relaxing, because when I came to I found Lysandra standing over me, wearing nothing but a nightgown and holding a plate of roasted boar. Wait, where did she get a nightgown? Was I out that long?

“Sorry to wake you,” she said, kneeling beside me, “but I didn’t want the food to get cold.”

Pulling myself out of the tub, she pushed me back in with a smirk. Slowly she undid the strap on the front of her nightgown and slid it off. She stepped in the porcelain tub, straddling me and pressing my back against the wall. As she moved in to kiss me I put my hand up, pushing her away. Then I reached around and grabbed a hunk of boar meat. I was hungry.

“Oh, come on,” she said, staring at the hunk of meat hanging from my mouth.

Chewing, I said, “I haffnt eamn aww day.”

She pulled the plate away, “I got something you can eat out, hun.”

I could feel her rubbing her pussy against me. I swallowed my mouthful, “Okay, toots, but you have to wait till I’m finished.”

“Oh really…” Her arms went around my neck as she moved closer.

“Yeah, really.” I pulled the plate back and stuck another piece in my mouth.

Lysandra laughed, “Come on, Jack.”

“You weren’t the one who nearly got skewered today,” I said between bites. I swallowed my food, but before I could get anymore she shoved her tits in my face. There are times for playful sex, but you don’t get between a hungry paladin and his meal, especially when he’s had one hell of a day, and especially if you’re an elf.

“That’s it,” I said, pushing her off, “get outta here.”

“What?”

“Nope, you’ve lost tub privileges.”

She looked cross but didn’t argue. I got out of the tub, threw on a towel, and finished eating. She dried off and tried to make herself comfortable, staring at me the entire time.

“You know,” she said as I finished my meal, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you before.”

“Humans aren’t common around these parts,” I replied. I don’t know why I had to mention that so often, and to so many races. You’d think it would be self evident.

“No, not that. Your personality.” She laid down on the bed, rolling over to face me, “It’s like you couldn’t care less what other people think, you just do what you do.”

“You’re sort of right,” I said, “I don’t care what elves think.”

Her face soured, “Not any? Not even me.”

Sighing, I leaned back in my chair, “It’s a long story, but that aside I barely know you. Hell, I barely know why I’m out here at all.” I set my plate down, “This whole thing feels like a dog and pony show.”

Lysandra looked at me, lost in thought for a moment, before saying, “I’ll tell you what. Tomorrow, you come with me and I’ll show you why you’re here. Maybe it will help you realize just how important understanding the Light is for us.”

I gave her a puzzled look and said, “Alright, but why wasn’t I shown this before?”

“You’ll see why tomorrow,” she said, quite a bit more grounded now, “Now come over here.”