<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/91fef1346d8e641839e74f53d0252711.jpg)<br/>Felwyn Rainblossom (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mqEmmxYgDz03EsrkC5Rj6t8ZlIIZ4cNM0qEXoRMW21w)</div>As the sun rose over the forest that the Running Storm tribe called home, its chieftain stood in a clearing, letting the rosy fingers of dawn play over her beautiful body, highlighting every battle scar, ritual scarification and sacred tattoo that adorned her arms, breast, torso and legs. She had the slender waist and modest bosom typical to her race, but powerful muscles rippled beneath the flesh of her torso and her long limbs.<br/><br/>When the light reached her body, the chieftain raised her arms to the sky. "Great Kelendria!" she shouted in the elven tongue, her voice ululating and carrying across the forest. "Warrior and mother of warriors! Bless your beautiful children this day! Grant us strength and fertility, lust and valour! In your sight we join together, in your name we share your gifts!"<br/><br/>While her voice still echoed around the forest, she stepped into the embrace of the two elven men who stood with her, both as naked as she. She pressed her lips against each one in turn, her hands roaming across their muscular forms, as they groped and caressed her in turn. Around the clearing, the tribe gathered to watch, revelling in their leader's beauty and energy.<br/><br/>Before long, she was sitting astride one of her lovers, his manhood buried deep in her warm, welcoming passage, while her hands and mouth kept the other man occupied. Both men were as hard as the trees around them, pounding into their chieftain with reckless abandon. Her words of worship had turned to cries of lust and arousal, but she knew that every moan and gasp was a prayer to Kelendria in itself, the most honest prayer possible. Some of the onlookers had turned to each other in their passion, but many still simply watched the ceremony raptly.<br/><br/>The chieftain expertly managed her own body and the arousal of her lovers, and guided them all towards climax together. Just as she felt her own orgasm come upon her, she released the shaft that was in her mouth and tilted her head back, crying out a ragged prayer. "Great Kelendria! This sacrament - oh! - we offer unto you! Look upon our beauty and our passion! Grant me children in my womb and strength in my limbs! Guide - ah! - guide me as warrior and mother! Yes! YES! FOR YOU, GREAT MOTHER!"<br/><br/>She felt the satisfaction of the man underneath her firing his seed deep within her, as her own release coated his manhood with her warm juice. The other man kept his hands on her shoulders as he climaxed, spraying his seed over her face, breasts and belly. A cheer went up from the tribe as their chieftain completed her morning devotion, sure to bring them all good fortune, strength in battle and many children.<br/><br/>"Thank you, beloved," she said to the two men, helping them to their feet. "You are both so beautiful, and so strong, with hands that could make any woman man with desire. And me!" she continued, turning to show off her body to her people. "Have you ever seen a warrior of such beauty? With such strength, such artfully decorated skin, such firm breasts?" Laughter and fervent denials rose from the crowd as they joined in the final stage of the ceremony, praising their leader and each other for their beauty and passion.<br/><br/>The chieftain walked among her people, touching their hair and hands and spreading camaraderie through the tribe. A young elven woman, no more than thirty, caught her hand and knelt before her. "Mother, there is a messenger here, from Princess Annelissa. And may I take the Great Mother's blessing while you speak to her?"<br/><br/>"Of course, dear Loryn," said the chieftain, stroking her daughter's hair. Loyrn looked up at her mother and leaned close to her, planting a soft kiss between her legs and running her tongue along her slit, tasting the seed of the man who had just been inside her. Meanwhile, the chieftain looked to the human woman who wore the Princess's livery, who had watched the ceremony with fascination and almost disbelief. "Good morning to you, herald. I am Chief Felwyn Rainblossom, and you are welcome among the Running Storm people. How may we serve Princess Annelissa?"<br/><br/>The messenger stared as Loryn worked her way up her mother's body, licking up every drop of seed that clung to her scarred, tattooed skin. With some effort, she tore her gaze away and looked up at Felwyn's face. "Ah, yes, chieftain. There is an army that threatens the realm, an army of undead and demons. Princess Annelissa has sent us out to recruit warriors for her - unmarried girls, specifically."<br/><br/>"Really?" said Felwyn, arching one delicate brown eyebrow. "Well, it has been a long time since I have been called a girl," she said, ruffling her daughter's hair as she ran her tongue along her breasts. "The Great Mother Kelendria has blessed me with three children, who all came of age before the good Princess was born, if I remember rightly. But if she will have me in her service, then I will serve. She will find no braver warrior than me."<br/><br/>Felwyn turned to kiss her daughter passionately, letting her taste the last vestiges of the man on her lips and tongue. "The sacrament is yours, Loyrn. If you want Callis's child, seek him out and lie with him in the sacred glade at noon, when the sun is directly overhead." She walked out into the clearing again, addressing her people. "The great Princess Annelissa has called for warriors, and so I must go! I will bear the Running Storm name proudly, and bring glory to our tribe!" A great cheer rose up from the tribe, although many were also sad that she would be leaving. "My eldest daughter, Marwyn, will lead while I am gone. Be true to yourselves and to the Great Mother, and she will guide you in passion and valour!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Felwyn stood outside the Grey Wolf Inn, the last place she could find that might put her up for the night. She had considered curling up in an alley or on a rooftop to sleep, but she knew that the locals frowned on such things. Cities made her uncomfortable, but that was no reason to disrespect the local customs, and she wanted to make a good impression on the Princess.<br/><br/>She was dressed in her travelling garb. Over her finely crafted chain shirt, she wore a robe of simple, undyed hemp, and a cloak made from the hide and fur of a great grey wolf. She wore her long brown hair in three braids, each with bright orange feathers woven into it. Each of her ears was pierced in three places with tiny bones. Around her neck she wore a leather thong strung with claws and teeth that must have come from huge beasts. Under her robe, a skirt of leather strips, decorated with fur and flowers, wrapped around her hips and hung down over her thighs, and high-soled blue boots completed her outfit, granting a little extra height to her already impressive physique. A long elven blade and bow were strapped to her back, alongside a sturdy travelling pack. The robe left her arms and lower legs bare, displaying complex tribal tattoos, as well as jagged scars that seemed to complement her beauty rather than disrupt it.<br/><br/>"Well, it's either here or a rooftop," she muttered to herself as she pushed open the door to the inn. She wended her way through the crowd to speak to the innkeeper, smiling and flirting with the men and women who crossed her path. One quick negotiation and exchange of coins later, she was assured of a place to spend the night, and she turned to look for a place to sit, clutching a mug of ale in one hand and a roast chicken leg in the other. She spotted a table with some younger girls and made a beeline for it. "Hail, travellers!" she greeted them, as she set down her burdens. "Did every girl in the kingdom come to fight for our good princess, or is it always this crowded?"